“Steve,” you said softly, pulling him aside by his wrist.
The large man, on his part, let himself be pulled over by you. He’d grown accustomed to it, comfortable in it, trusting you. Letting you guide him. He knew he owed a lot to you; he knew you didn’t deserve this. But he also owed this one selfish thing to himself.
Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.
Warnings for: death of a loved one, smut, grief, angst (it gonna be angsty!), Bucky not always being a good guy.
✨ I’m afraid I don’t have a taglist for this series, I don’t use them as I’ve had technical issues with them in the past. Sorry! ✨
Full disclosure I'm not entirely sure where this came from...or where it's going lmao?? But I've wanted to do my own Biker!Bucky for a long time. Planning on this one to be ANGSTY and Bucky and Reader (Sugar) are going to be super stubborn hehehe.
Title comes from my fave Talking Heads song.
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Chapter One - Home is where I want to be
Chapter Two - Feet on the ground
Chapter Three - Head in the clouds
Chapter Four - Pick me up
Chapter Five - I feel numb
Chapter Six - Nothing's wrong
Chapter Seven - Make it up as we go along
Chapter Eight - Born with a weak heart
Chapter Nine - Say goodnight
Chapter Ten - I'm just an animal looking for a home
Chapter Eleven - Cover up the blank spots
Chapter Twelve - I love the passing of time
Chapter Thirteen - I can't tell one from another
Chapter Fourteen - Eyes that light up
Chapter Fifteen - Hit me on the head
Chapter Sixteen - She lifted up her wings
Chapter Seventeen - You got a face with a view
Chapter Eighteen - Did I find you, or you find me?
summary: you and Fiyero mistake your attraction to each other as loathing.
From the moment you laid eyes on Fiyero, you loathed him. Your classes were important to you and it seemed like all he cared about was having fun which was obvious by the way he never paid attention in class and the fact that he had been kicked out of every other school he had been to. Everything was a joke to him. He never paid attention in class, always giggling with Glinda about whatever they talked about.
And Fiyero felt the same. He hated how seriously you took everything, never wanting to have just a little fun, which you think he had too much of. You were always either studying or taking some sort of notes. He didn’t understand why you were always so focused on your studies, why you were so tightly wound. He was wondering if he could help you with that somehow.
It seemed like the two of you made your rivalry everyone else’s problem, constantly arguing during meals or in the class you had together, always disrupting the peace between all of the other students. It seemed like everyone but the two of you thought that your feud had been a little silly. And maybe it was, but neither of you saw it that way.
What you didn’t know, though, was that Fiyero was only doing the whole thing just to get a rise out of you. He just wanted to push your buttons, partly because of how easy it was to rile you up, but mostly because you were just so hot when you were angry. There were so many times when he was close to pushing you up against the wall and kissing you stupid. But he never did. He couldn’t. You clearly didn’t like him and a kiss between the two of you would have only ever remained a fantasy.
And because of how obvious it was how into you Fiyero was, Glinda made it her mission to make you no longer a romantic option for him. So she made multiple attempts to set you up with other students at Shiz, but to no avail. You could see what she was doing and didn’t know why it was so important for her to get rid of you when you didn’t even like Fiyero like that anyway. How clear did you have to make it to her that he was all hers.
But still, because she wasn’t totally wicked, Glinda invited you to the Ozdust Ballroom where a lot of the other students were going to do that night. And even though you were suspicious of her intentions, you still decided to go, putting on your prettiest dress and hopping on the last boat that was going to take you to the destination.
The second you got inside, you descended the stairs, completely fascinated by the place, completely unaware of the way Fiyero was looking at you, like you had hung the moon. He was so captivated by you and the pretty blue dress you were wearing that caught the light perfectly. He had to have you and he had to have you right then. It was killing him knowing that you could have possibly gone back to someone else’s room and slept with someone who wasn’t him.
You were distracted by his outfit as you approached him. It was covered in different shapes and bright colors and you couldn’t believe how good it looked on him, almost as if it were made for him specifically. And knowing Fiyero, it probably was.
You’d never tell him, but he looked good, hot, even. He always did and you hated how good he always looked on everything he wore, how he made the school uniform work for him.
“Y/n,” he and Glinda said at the same time, his tone soft, his smile bright, while Glinda looked very unhappy to see you there, sounding nothing but surprised to see you there despite being the one who invited you.
“What are you doing here?” She asked as if reading Fiyero’s mind. This didn’t seem like your kind of scene, but then his eyes caught onto the book in your hand and he couldn’t help but smile at how cute he thought you were. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you brought a book? The two of you couldn’t have been more different.
“You invited me,” you reminded the blonde and Fiyero whipped around to look at her in confusion.
“Did you?” He asked, genuinely confused as to why she would have done that since she had been about as subtle as a gun about how much she had disliked you.
“I did,” Glinda nodded with a smile, hoping, praying that it will score her some brownie points with the man standing next to her. Her arm hooked around his, but he quickly pulled away, offering his hand to you, completely catching both you and Glinda off guard.
“Would you like to dance with me, Miss l/n?” he asked and you leaned to the side to lock eyes with the blonde, silently asking if it was okay. She nodded, accepting defeat and Fiyero led you over to the floor where the other dancing bodies were gathered.
You didn’t know what you were doing nor why you were doing it with Fiyero, but you had to admit that you were intrigued. You thought he was into Glinda so you didn’t know why he had offered the invitation to you. That was one thing you were finally going to figure out. Well, two, since you wanted to know so badly why he had disliked you.
You tried to move to the beat as you hugged your book to your chest, wanting to protect it as you moved back and forth, trying to not get hit by the people around you. Fiyero let out a laugh and gently took the book from you, stuffing it into the pocket inside his jacket for safekeeping before taking your hands, pulling you to him.
You tried to follow his dancing as he moved so fluidly, something you could never do. And Fiyero wanted to help, wanted to show you just how easy it was to move the way that he did, especially when he was holding onto you.
Fiyero hesitantly hovered his hands over your waist as if asking permission and you nodded, deciding to give it to him. His hands rested on your hips gently and he moved them back and forth the way he was, both of you looking down at the way he was helping you dance. It wasn’t a way you had ever done it, so fluid and…pretty.
“Just like that,” he said and went to let go, but you grabbed his arms, holding his hands in place. You couldn’t let him go, not then.
“Stay,” you tell him, your voice soft for the first time when it came to speaking to him. “Please.”
“Of course,” he nodded, not able to fight the smile on his face as the two of you moved together around the dance floor.
Before that night, you never would have imagined talking to, let alone dancing with Fiyero as he spun you around the dance floor, the two of you laughing as you did so. You were actually having fun and you realized that when you weren’t arguing with him, Fiyero was actually really funny and sweet.
He spun you out and once he spun you back in, you found yourself pressed up against a wall, gasping as you took in the position he had put you in. You watched his eyes ick back and forth from your lips back to your eyes and you pressed yourself against the wall even further.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked and even though it should have been obvious by his staring at your mouth, your eyes widened at his question.
“Fiyero-“ you cut yourself off, unsure how to answer him, unsure as to why you wanted to let him kiss you.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes immediately. “I should have-“ before he can get too far, you grab onto the collar of his jacket and pull his face down to yours, slotting your lips between his before pulling away, fully aware of what you’d just done.
“I’m sorry.” Now you’re the one to apologize and Fiyero smiles in response.
“Don’t be,” he shook his head. “That was-do that again.” You do as he says and grab onto his collar, kissing him again, but this time for longer and with more intention. He was quick to respond, wrapping his arms around your waist as he smiled against your lips since this was what he’d been wanting for a while now.
His lips were pillowy soft and you’re convinced that you could kiss him for hours and not get tired of it. And Fiyero seemed to want the same as he helped you wrap your legs around him as he licked into your mouth, letting it roam around.
You let out a moan, your hands moving to his hair as he pulled you away from the wall, the two of you disappearing down the hallway as he took you somewhere more private. You were still holding onto him as he pressed you into a corner, trying to hide you from the other party goers. He wanted you all to himself and couldn’t bear the thought of you in another man’s arms.
“What are we doing?” You asked and Fiyero didn’t like your tone. It was demanding, almost accusatory. You were so sweet just a moment ago and now that fire, the pure hatred was back in your eyes.
“I thought we were kissing,” he replied with a laugh, his hands resting on your waist. Your face twisted into a glare and that only made him want to laugh more, but he was more set on making you smile again. He liked seeing it and wished you would do it more often. At least, for him.
“I mean this,” you referred to him then yourself. “We hate each other, Fiyero.”
“I’ve never hated you,” he corrected. “In fact, I really like you. I was only teasing you because you’re pretty hot when you’re mad, especially at me. I actually happen to think you’re sweet.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “And smart.” Your other cheek. “And fucking gorgeous.” This time, your lips, a gentle, featherlight touch, giving you every chance to push him off. But you didn’t. You just stood there, letting Fiyero kiss you before he pulled away.
You were glad he was still holding onto you because if he hadn’t been, you would have melted at his words. You never thought he felt that way about you and knowing he was just trying to get a rise out of you because he thought you were hot when you were mad only made your panties damp.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled away, an apologetic look on his face. Now you felt silly for being mad at him when all the hating was one-sided. And deep down, you didn’t even really hate Fiyero. As you had gotten to know him, the hatred quickly faded, but you were forced to pretend that you disliked him because feeling any other way towards him felt odd.
But now that you were looking at him, that soft look on his face, everything but comfort and fondness melted away and all you could do was kiss him, smiling into it as soon as your lips touched his.
“What is this feeling?” You asked against his lips and Fiyero chuckled.
“I believe it’s called love,” he replied, setting you down on your feet and taking you by the hand. “Now come on, my love, let’s go somewhere more private.”
And Fiyero led you somewhere you could be alone, talking about everything and nothing between kisses, holding each other in your arms, deciding that was the only place you wanted to be for the rest of your lives.
pairing: anthony bridgerton x sister's best friend!fem!reader
status: ongoing
At her wit's end after Anthony's multiple attempts to scare away her suitors, Daphne employs her best friend's help to keep her brother distracted while she tries to find a husband. It's a foolproof plan, except it ends up working a little too well. (or, a Bridgerton version of The Taming of the Shrew/10 things I hate about you)
Chapter 1 - I said, "dancin' is a dangerous game"
Chapter 2 - I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn
Chapter 3 - coming soon...
Plot : You are on your way to steal the mallet of death but Anthony gets there first, change in plans— romancing lord Viscount.
Warning: NSFW content ahead!
Rigel's note🪩 : This is inspired from happily ever after, there's quite blood shed for mallet of death. Yeah Colin is love <3
The last bits of doubt left as you shifted Anthony's arm off your waist, slowly pushing your body down and further till you were out from his grip, he almost looked innocent, sleeping and bed soft, his mouth curled in a dream like smile but you knew better than that. last time Anthony, like lord Viscount he was, stole the pallet from your wardrobe.
And the year prior, Daphne showed her Bridgerton colors, involving the Duke himself in her malice plans.
You couldn't help but smile, thinking your bridgerton were showing up too, the floor was frozen underneath your step but you thought about the victory tommorow, the look on Anthony's face would be priceless, wrapping your cloak around yourself and closing the door soundlessly as you ventured out in the corridor, the moon was high and the air was chill. If inside the Aubrey hall was cold then you weren't up for the chill outside, a shiver ran down your spine as you stepped out in the moonlight, taking the back route, just in case. The shed stood there in the bleak light. You fiddled for keys and it didn't make sense when the wooden door was unlocked, maybe Johnny forgot to lock it, anyway, all more easy. The door creaked in the silence and you couldn't care less, there was nothing between you and your victory black mallet and—
Your breath was knocked out of you as if your lungs were punctured, a gasp of white mist left your mouth at the sight of your husband, leaning idly against the wall.
" I... Anthony?! " You blinked and unblinked and he was still there, smiling.
" What are you doing here wifey ? " He cooed and it didn't help the terror that seized you.
" You knew ! " You hoped it wasn't as shaking like it felt in your throat, Anthony ran a hand through his hair and it all made sense, damn his dreamlike smile, damn you lord Viscount.
" You wound me baby, do you want me to tie you until the game tommorow, tell me, would you like that ? " He smiled all the while, faking a frown as he narrowed his eyes to your silhouette in dark.
" So you would guard the mallet all night ? " You wouldn't let Anthony win this time, it was coming on your pride now, also the love making that followed where he called you all those petty names. The last he called you runner up. No, you would win this time.
" Or I could tie you up, I like that better." Anthony suggested smugly, propping on top of the desk and flashing an erotic display of thigh, change of plans.
" My lord..." You whsipered, all seduction placed in one basket and all smugness was dropped when Anthony's lips parted.
" Do.not." he shuddered but you hit the nerve, moving slowly in your shaking steps, cloak dangling behind you.
" Anthony, these games are absurd. " You stiffled the laugh that burnt your chest, heart heaving and thudding inside your ribs.
It almost didn't work the last time you caught him stealing the mallet, Mrs.Wilson came at a very wrong time.
" It's not working." He assured, to himself mostly but his hand reached for your body all the same, betraying every word he said as he pulled you closer, face mere inches away.
He wrapped his big arms around your waist and cocked your head sideways.
" What about..." You paused, bumping your nose to his cheeks as he sniffed the moon shadow out of you, his lips tried to claim yours but you liked playing games. The ones you could win.
" About what ? " He asked breathless, his long slender fingers undoing the knot in frantic rushed movements. It was no use.
" I was thinking about...we don't have a daughter." You hoped nothing was drowned in the moan that left when Anthony bit at the junction of your neck and shoulder, he looked up with a glint, it was the most sincere set of eyes you had ever seen, also the lustiest.
Anthony could do both, have you screaming his name and worship you all the same.
" Take the mallet...take everything baby. " He kissed you, hard and crashing, like he couldn't get enough, you couldn't get enough and it became too restless for games and victory. Your body oozed with goosebumps and every single thought evaporated like mist and memories.
Anthony dropped the knot and pulled the cloak up from your head and you easily gave in, throwing your hands up as the satin fabric fell on the floor. Anthony hummed in desire.
You felt the cold air circling your body but as soon as Anthony's mouth kissed the exposed skin of you breast, it was gone, nothing mattered than him and his filthy demanding mouth.
" How beautiful you would look with our baby in your belly." He whispered against your skin and you shivered at the sensation.
His palm gripped your hips and lifted you on the desk, turning the dynamics and you cursed under your breath when his unholy fingers pinched your nipple, hard and raw.
" You like that ? " He breathed, undoing buttons of your nightdress like he was made for it, he was merciless sometimes, taking pleasure when you screamed his name and teasing you later, " so needy for me baby ? "
" An.. Anthony." You hoped he heard the plea, his thumb made circles in your inner thigh but never touching where you wanted him the most, " baby.." you buried your face in the crook of his neck and even so, you could hear the smile that crossed him, cocky and devilish.
" Say it wifey, say it nicely with your sweet mouth." He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back to face him, eyes locked as his head leaned down, his darted his tongue, pink and wet, the wonders he could did with that, he licked your one nipple while the other was tucked between his two fingers, pressing them together and you screamed, almost embarrassed but Anthony liked that, he always did.
" What's the word ? " He looked up smugly, pressing the tip of his nose to your nip, a smile quirking up. Fuck you Anthony!
Your brain short circuited as he tickled more and more and it became too much to bear.
" Plea... please baby, please, please —" he heard the plea and his mouth opened, taking in your soft flesh and humming in delight, kneading the other so it didn't miss his attention. He wasn't biased when it came to your body, giving everything his full attention and torment. You threw your head back at the sensation that vibratated in your body.
You grabbed his hand that glided on your bare thigh to guide him to touch you where you needed him the most, his teeth nibbed, not harder but enough to make your eyes watery as he slapped your hand away.
" You get the mallet, I get what I want, win win Viscountess." He kissed your cheek open mouthed and his desire was pressing hard against you.
" Fuck me." You said, flushed and dazed and Anthony eye's widened before he was back to play all lord and smug.
" You always order me so." He bit his lower lip but you had enough, fuck pall mall, fuck Anthony bridgerton, yes fuck him. Now.
" Fuck me Anthony! " You almost cried, Anthony leaned further, his forehead touching yours as he whispered,
" I wouldn't be able to sto—" don't stop, then.
You kissed him hard and soft, like fireworks wrecking your brain and you tongue traced his lower lip, intoxication wasted you.
He moaned and a strangled noise that you trapped in your mouth escaped, right from his throat.
His length was pressed against your thigh and it was warm and vibrating. You swallowed like a Virgin damsel.
Anthony looked at you, not breaking the fire that was blazing between your souls as he pulled it out his erection and there, angry red tip, sticky with pre cum was buzzing to be touched and loved and he looked up in delight when your eyes widened, all of the times, it didn't matter, it baffled you just the same.
You touched the tip and he shivered at the contact, his cock gave a twist and lurked fir more.
" Do you see ? " He was panting, shaking with his words as if he would fall if he didn't hold his breath, " see it ?! How much I burn for you, how much I want you ? " He shaked his head and touched his tip to your belly, soft and burning.
" No." He laughed humourlessly, his hand pushing your body to lie down on your back and you followed, taking a huge breath as Anthony grabbed your dangling ankle in a yank, bringing it around his neck.
He then kissed your knuckles softly, whsipering sweet nothings tenderly in your bones.
" I would give you anything my sweet love, you just have to ask...mallet ? I would give you my soul if you had asked. Anything for my baby love " He said, you felt your body tremor as he teased his tip at your insides, Anthony inhaled sharply as he entered you, warm and slick as oil. he entwined your fingers together.
" So good...so good for me baby." He moaned as he soft thrusted once, twice and until you were numb for anything, his words were halo in the dark, beaming silvery glow and then came one hard push and you arched your back as the pain waved in pleasure.
" Anthony..." You moaned, " oh god ! " Your words mingled in blasphemy and Anthony smiled in victory, pushing harder and harder as your hips rocked and roll.
" Say my name...say it." He demanded, your nails gripping at his shoulder so hard that it would scar, he liked it.
" Anthony...oh lord... Anthony." You screamed and chanted and you believed he heard the worship, the fate you had in him, and it didn't matter if anyone listened, let them, you thought, Anthony was a force to be reckoned with, a storm you never minded to be wrecked in. A beak of sweat glided from his forehead and dropped on your belly.
He was still pushing in a angle that had you seeing stars and cosmic love, he bend down, licking it, tongue gliding across your skin, and sniffing, taking in everything your offered.
He wanted all of you.
" I will fill you up with our baby, next time don't go hunting for mallet in midnight...it's so cold Darling, i would have to tie you up," He kissed your stomach bump, " and would carry you around everywhere." He said in dreamily haze that soon took over your lids.
The only sounds were erotic slapping of skin against skin and shuddering breaths, and he fastened his movements as a war cry took him over like a devil.
You head was thrown back as everything collapsed and grew again, bit by bit. Your eyelids drooped and a muffled cry came from you and then it was Anthony as he came in warm fizzy juice. Your felt the knot inside you uncoil and something loose inside you, uncorked as your juices mingled like your souls.
He pushed one more time, he always did that and then he collapsed next to you, satisfied, kissing your already bruised neck sweetly.
" Wouldn't you like that mama ? " He chorused and you laughed like a drunk, you would, a daughter with Anthony's eyes and smile, you smiled at the thought.
" Let's clean you up and take you to bed my lady." Anthony picked you, kissing you again as you giggled, he then grabbed the cloak and covered your body against the cold, you were dazed but not quite forgotten, you eyes searched for the war prize. Your mouth fell open, second time in a very same night.
" Where's the mallet ? " You narrowed your eyes at the stock of pink and blue and yellow but the black wasn't there, perhaps a trick of light.
Anthony followed your eyes and went closer, your arms wrapped around his shoulder and there, beneath the shadows was a parchment, rich and fresh.
Anthony picked it up with one hand, the other keeping you steady in his arms.
You saw the lanky words that belonged to none other than Mr. Bridgerton.
" Damn you Colin! " You growled as the mockful apology was scribbled for stealing the black mallet.
Anthony perched his lips at the heist but smiled when your whining eyes met his.
" I am going to whoop his ass and get you the mallet baby." He said, and you knew he will.
Victory indeed.
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Uhm Benedict bridgerton next ? Send in request ladies <3
Can you write an image in which Benedict is obsessed with Y/N and is always looking for reasons to touch her. However, Y/N knows that when it comes to women, Benedict quickly gets what he wants... sex. She keeps him waiting and doesn’t sleep with him until the wedding day.
Obsessed with you | I
Part 1 | Part 2
Pairing: Benedict bridgerton x afab!reader
Synopsis: Ton's most eligible bachelor is obsessed with the mystery lady in silver, and would do anything to have her
Warning: Reader's mother has issues, scandalous family, last name Rose for convience, Benedict being a smug bastard, some regency class differences, cute Polin, cute kathony, minor non-con touching, smoking cigar, lots of teasing and ofcourse obsessive and possession behaviour. Might be toxic! Benedict but please he's a cutie.
Dearest gentle readers,
While for sure we have seen former Rake now Kate's beloved whipped husband, and Colin bridgerton who is so smitten with his dearest wife that it will not come forward a surprise if he hasn't set foot out in all these days, but Benedict bridgerton is neither whipped nor smitten, he is, as the poets would whisper, obsessed. It will be amusing to know who this mystery lady is, with her dazzling silver gown and piercing eyes, sharp enough as she carved the gentleman's heart out.
Benedict was a man for art and muse so forgive him if he got so obsessed with you, the real question was, how could he not ? You were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, clad in your most dazzling blue dress that he wanted nothing but to take off.
" She exaggerates." Anthony pouted, he shouldn't know that he had but he's been pouting a lot lately, it's called 'kateffect'
" No, you've been domesticated brother, just admit it, Kate has tamed you." Colin peppered, sprawling down next to Anthony who greeted him with the most glaring glare.
" Like you're any better." Anthony smirked, setting his gaze on Benedict who read the index again.
" Penelope doesn't know her name ? " Benedict worried his jaw, looking between his brothers.
" I take that back, Penelope didn't exaggerate, you're really very much obsessed." Anthony remarked, Colin nodded.
" Oi, she would've known your mystery lady's full name and history but—"
" Don't complete that, I'll duel you."
" In the middle of a ball ? " Benedict laughed, eyes amused, Colin turned a crimson red.
" Rather tempting—"
" Oi! " Anthony raised his brow, his mouth curving in disdain, as Colin staggered away, leaving Anthony praying to lord behind like he was any better.
" Oh dear." Benedict smiled when once alone, thumb caressing the index, as if it was the mystery lady in silver blue gown, accused of taking away the gentleman's heart.
" Who are you ? " He whispered.
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" Ma'am, would you like something else ? " Mrs. Turner asked once you were seated on your dressing, playing with several glassy bottles with colourful scenty substances.
" In yesterday's masquerade ball, I was dancing with a Bridgerton—" Mrs. Turner tutted softly," He's Benedict bridgerton, i assume."
" Yes, indeed, the only bachelor bridgerton boy of age." Mrs. Turner pulled the corset strings and you gasped, feeling your internals squeeze in the process.
You smiled, thinking about the way Benedict looked at you, all stars in his eyes.
" I..it is not my place miss but as your well wisher, i would say.." she worried her jaw.
" It's okay Mrs. Turner, you should speak your mind." You assured her, feeling her fingers stop at your back as she looked at your reflection in the mirror.
" Benedict bridgerton's a rake, unlike any other gentleman... he's known to engage women with class and wits...artists, musicians, and other dimplomacy that are odd amongst our sex."
" Oh." You nodded, feeling stupid enough to think those were meant for you, like they were of real affection.
" I wouldn't want you any harm, after your father's death and your inheritance affairs, you couldn't afford another scandal, for a good match—"
" My virtue should stay intact ? " You raised your chin, examining the stain of rose on your lips.
" Your sister was a good girl madam, so are you." Mrs. Turner smiled, her eyes crinkling with deepest concerns.
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Benedict's eyes were searching for you everywhere, he has been waiting for you since so long. Despite anxious mamas forcing introductions and dances, he was looking only for you.
" Miss Rose." Benedict turned to see his sister in law, smiling a smirk, followed by her husband in tow.
" You wound me Pen, it's Benedict bridgerton! " He laughed, much to Colin's dismay.
" Oh well your mystery lady is Miss Rose, daughter of late Duke of Blair field and lady bloom." Colin was one step away from clapping.
" Wow." Benedict's mouth curved in a delightful 'o'.
" Oh well they are rather scandalous, her sister was rumoured to be not a virgin which deceased all of her prospects of marriages, her mother is rather protective of her."
" Pen, did I tell you how you're my favourite sister ? " Benedict perked his gaze towards the entrance, hoping for you to bless him.
" Don't let Eloise hear that." Colin said, outstretching his arm that Penelope held as they swirled between the crowd, laughing.
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" You shall not be unchaperoned." Your mother had a faraway look in her eyes, her hand was trembling and you surged the desire to just hold it.
" I understand, mama." You bowed your head once, trying to forget the trembling of her hands.
" Don't engage in gossips dearest, better keep to yourself and..." She forgot what she was saying, her lips trembling along, you looked at Mrs. Turner with a pleading gaze.
" Ma'am, we must make haste." She simply said, your mother spared a glance to you, her mouth tightening around the corners.
" You look beautiful child." She looked away, you pretended not to see the tear that glistented down her cheek.
After securing yourself in the carriage, with your dress squeezing the life out you, you finally breathed.
" I envy Gissele." You said softly, caressing the uneven glittering fake diamonds.
" She would say the same." Mary mumbled, she was Mrs. Turner's daughter who rather got scolded every often for being too blunt. You liked her alot.
" Oh wouldn't it be so wonderful to just lay in bed, reading a book and wearing simple soft dresses." You perked up at the idea of a life like that, a simple homely cottage, filled with warmth and sweetness and books.
" But the society has it's own fun, look at you, pretty dresses, pretty shoes, and all those prince charming lords." Mary took your fan and mimicked the motion, you smiled.
" Well you could always borrow a dress, have some fun." Your eyes glinted, Mary shaked her head.
" C'mon." You grabbed her wrist, shaking them, up and down profusely.
" No, mama will kill me ! "
" But the fun ?! No one would know, they haven't seen me, they don't know me."
" Well i can't pretend to be you, what would happen if somebody caught us."
" Don't then, be yourself ! Mary Turner."
" Sounds like a bad idea." Mary said, her smile deceived her.
" Lord Turner of Riverdales, be their relative, no one hardly pays attention."
" Whistledown does." Mary narrowed her eyes, you looked out to make sure you haven't yet reached.
" Well she called me a mystery woman who apparantly took a gentleman's heart."
" Oh Mr. Bridgerton's a known gentleman." You scoffed at that, Mary's brow knitted together as she studied you.
" What ? He's a rake." You brushed the tingling away, feeling the way Benedict's gaze lingered on you, the way he twirled you around like you were the only real thing, the way he flushed and stumbled through his words, attempting to know absolutely anything about you.
" I highly doubt that, never heard anything about him."
" Presumably he has a longing for accomplised women." You finger quoted it with a scowl that was too unladylike, Mary bursted into fits of giggles.
" What ? " You poked her, she shaked with her guffaw, chortling in her way.
" You fancy him." She said, chuckling the ' him' away, you frowned deeply, heart leaping at the ton that was gathered outside lady Danbury's exquisite ball.
" Utter rubbish. Do you still want to have fun ? " You asked, Mary smiled.
_
Benedict gaze perked up when you and Mary stumbled through the ball, Mary was almost shaking and you were sure her clothes didn't fit much to you, you felt your back prickling with burning gaze and you turned.
" Told you he's a rake. Don't be friendly to him." You whispered to Mary who was about to run when Benedict dropped his conversation with lord White, swaggering towards you.
" What if he recognises you ? " She mumbled and your lower lip trembled, but that's not possible, your mask obscured your whole face except your lips and eyes and certainly he hadn't painted you in his mind, afterall he shouldn't be that obsessed.
" My lady." He bowed, his gaze locking in yours as he kissed the hand Mary very reluctantly gave him, he was amused when Mary mumbled a hasty greeting, her manners mimicked.
" You look exquisite, more than the ball itself." He was clearly flattered when Mary blinked hard, looking at you for help.
You rolled your eyes when Benedict too, looked at you with a similar pleading as Mary.
" Forgive me my lord, my lady is tired—"
" We haven't been introduced i remember, Benedict bridgerton." He grinned, he actually freaking grinned as Mary glanced at you with the corner of her eye.
" Lady Mariam Turner." She blurted it quickly, looking at you for approval, " A pleasure." Mary smiled, you nodded.
" Forgive me Mr. Bridgerton." You cleared your throat, Benedict's gaze penetrated through you, he was setting you on fire and you couldn't do anything but to burn.
" My lady is tired, you must excuse us." You felt your throat dry, your whole body withering when Benedict narrowed his eyes, lingering specifically on your lips and treading down slowly.
" Indeed, I must not keep you." He cocked his head to Mary, humming along as you strode past him. You were sure he only whispered the ' not ' out of curtsy.
_
" That was bloody brilliant ! " You giggled while Mary shaked her head, clutching her bossom. Your footsteps echoing in the abandoned corridor, stiffling back your giggles.
" That was bloody scary and I can't breathe." Mary heaved, her breath easing when you patted her back.
" Lady Mariam Turner." You teased, bumping your hip as Mary looked at you, gasping scandalously.
" Shut up. I almost died." Mary pulled her dress that sticked to her skin, trying to fan in some air.
" Do you think he recognised me ? " Your cheeks blazed at the heat of the memory of him, his teasing glances and amused smiles.
" I...I think it was rather amusing that we were messing up, did you see how I trembled? " Mary shaked her hand, as you laughed at the display.
" No, my lady." You said, once your giggles subsided, " You were exquisite."
Mary wacked your arm, her smile unable to hide through the twitch of her lips.
" So, shall we go home ? "
" Would you mind waiting in the carriage ? "
" Don't tell me—" Mary glared, you pouted with puppy eyes.
" Please, you know it's my only way."
" Smoking is bad." Mary declared, " and for men." She added grimly, you nodded along, grabbing her wrist.
" Please, please, please."
" Only if you give back my clothes, i miss them." She touched the soft cotton of her clothes that you were wearing, you perked up eagerly.
_
You took joy at the puffs of smoke that ridiculed the air, the night chill freezing it into clouds of silvery mist.
Mary was dozing off in the carriage until it was time to go home, so early arrival doesn't raise any questions and your mother fast asleep, her trembling lipped questions saved for the next day.
" I thought your lady was tired." You almost dropped your cigar, jumping up the swing as it creaked at sudden outburst.
" Don't drop it, i don't have any with me." His smile was too big and smug for his face, his nonchalance dripped as he took the swing opposite of you. You stared, for some reason cigar still burning in intricate yellow blazing circles, dropping to ashes.
" Forgive me my lord—" you just remembered you were no longer in Mary's clothes.
" That's the only line you grasped so far ? " Benedict leaned on his swing, catching your wrist as he dragged you to sit.
You sat down with a thud, swing jiggling with your weight as you processed his smile.
" I..." You stammered, flushing in heat as he inhaled you in, you were back in your clothes, the one you were supposed to wear. And Mary was right, you couldn't breathe.
" I would say you look beautiful, in everything, in anything..or—" in nothing.
" I should leave." You throat itched.
" Stay." He was soft, almost a whine, a plead.
" Please don't tell anyone." You tried your best persuading smile, it worked on Gissele all the time, your lips pouting and eyes shining with stars.
Benedict's mouth curved in a smile, he clicked his tongue as he attempted to speak but he found he couldn't. A pause, then—
" You love tormenting me, don't you ? " Benedict took the burning cigar from you, locking your eyes with his own as he brought it to his mouth, a sound escaped him as his lips curved around the warmness that belonged to you, he inhaled deeply.
" I don't know what you're talking about." You tore away you eyes from the erotic display of smoking, he hummed in a dry scoff.
" Ofcourse, you wouldn't." He offered the Cigar back, every word coated with sarcasm.
The breeze was so cold that you shivered, moon hanging low in the night sky and every star stared back, Sirius, Rigel, and all of them.
" I never meant to offend you." You took the cigar back, his fingers brushed, a electrifying wave rippling inside you, like the way he held your hand and danced with you in the masquerade ball.
You noticed his flexing but said nothing, heart beating too fast to be sane and alive.
" Miss Rose—" you gasped, how could he know your name, "—have you ever been kissed ? "
" I...Benedict..lord." you clamped your mouth shut, lips suddenly struck by a bolt as they buzzed.
He leaned as you felt your back touching the rope of swing, his face too close... would he kiss you ? Would it be as electrifying as the rest of his touches ? Would you survive it or simply burn like a pheonix ?
" It's okay, we would alot when we get married. " He took away the cigar and dropped it as it was so close to burn your skin, smiling all the while. Was that a proposal ?
" Go home, it's getting cold, Mrs-yet-to-be bridgerton." And he pressed his lips against your forehead, his smile caressing your heart.
Rigel's note 🪩: while I loved this idea especially the hilarious ' Benedict gets what he wants....sex ' but I needed to base it, so it doesn't come as pervy and non con as it might, to make it comfortable enough to write on my part, I have tried to break it into parts, this part is generally meet up and getting obsession with y/n ( no use in fic ) and other will be courting and marriage bliss. Gif not mine.
pairing: colin bridgerton x f!reader, brief benedict bridgerton x reader action
description: finally ready to get off the marriage mart, your family arranges a marriage to a bridgerton. but not the one you have always desired.
word count: 2.4k words
author’s note: hiiii folks. this is part one so more coming soon. I wrote it in an hour after I watched pt1 of season 3. I only edited it a couple times. plus there’s a lack of colin content on this website. so i’m here, filling the void ❤️
You had waited for this night your whole life. The night you would be proposed to.
Your mother had ensured you wore your finest gown, a soft purple dress with beautiful sparkles and embellishments. She even gifted you a necklace your grandmother had worn the night of her engagement.
It was a huge moment for everyone involved. But you could not help but feel a pit in your stomach. You wanted to call them nerves, but it was more so you knew you were making a mistake.
When you arrive at Lady Danbury’s estate, you and your parents step out of a horse-drawn carriage and into a beautifully decorated ball. The candles lined the entrance, and red and white roses encapsulated the entire space.
You did the typical introductions and curtsies. You thanked Lady Danbury for throwing such a captivating event for your special moment. She smiled and told you that it had to be mesmerizing for such anticipation. You felt light-headed thinking of all the eyes that would be on you tonight.
You found your way to the ballroom, where ladies and gentlemen alike were already dancing. You find your way around the room, instantly finding a group of ladies you had made acquaintance with before. The four of you chat and they all share that they cannot wait to watch the Bridgerton boy propose to you in front of the masses.
It makes you sick to your stomach.
You excuse yourself to find some lemonade on one of the many tables. You would prefer some champagne, but alcohol does not make it right for you. It does not allow any clarity. So, you stand alone, trying to collect your thoughts and not freak out too much before anything happens.
“There’s my gem.”
His voice is deeper when it’s right in one of your ringlet curls. It also doesn’t help that he’s saying it for your ears only, making the comment even more sensual.
Colin Bridgerton was terrible at being just your friend. He was always too close to you, always searching you out in a crowd, and constantly waiting around for you at social events.
He had been doing it for years before he disappeared on a world tour. You knew your time on the marriage mart was over when your mother and father, a Duke and Duchess, pulled aside Violet Bridgerton and begged her to pawn one of her sons off onto you. And while she would have easily convinced Colin, he was in Italy learning about The Pantheon and had stated he had no intentions marrying.
So, Benedict would have to do.
You turn to face the taller gentleman, ensuring your posture was fixed to that of a Lady.
“Mister Bridgerton, what do I owe the pleasure?” You falter to formalities, rather than your normal banter with him. You knew people would be watching you like a hawk, as tonight was the night Benedict was going to try to secure a proposal.
“I have not seen you in a year and suddenly you speaking to me as if I am a stranger,” His voice is confident, but his eyes read the same insecure boy you remember.
You let out a sly chuckle, “Well, we practically are at this point, are we not? You are the Ton’s most eligible bachelor as soon as you returned from your tour and I feel like the man gracing me with his presence is not the man I once knew.”
He seems taken aback by your comments, his face dropping a bit.
“I’ve been hearing whispers amongst the Ton that you’re getting a proposal,” He halts, taking a sip of the lemonade slid between his fingers, “From my brother?”
You hear the jealousy laced in his voice, but you try your best not to call him out on it. You turn around, still shoulder-to-shoulder with the man. “One can only hope, Mister Bridgerton. It would only be my pleasure to join the family.”
“As Benedict’s missus?”
You want to scream at him, but your trained politeness is engrained deep within every fiber of your being.
“Well, I have you know, that it was arranged by your Mama and my parents. It is simply a way to join our families. You know my Mama and yours have always taken to one another. I did not know you would have such an issue with it.”
Before he can say more, you spot Benedict across the ballroom chatting with Eloise and Francesca. He meets your eyes and gives you a curt nod and smirk. You nod back, knowing that he would approach you once the conversation concludes. You had this whole act down to a science.
Because that’s what it was for you. An act. A way to make your parents get off your back. It was no love match, it was only practical. Benedict was a gentleman, into the arts, comfortable with moving away from the city. He was everything you needed, just not what you wanted.
“I leave for a bit of time and suddenly my own brother is courting my best friend,” Colin groans, shifting in his spot. You return your gaze back to him, trying to understand why tonight had to be the night that he fought for you. The term best friend had a bite to it, as well. While you were a lady, you had already shared a kiss with a few boys, including Colin. While you two were underage and not able to make such distinct decisions on marriage, you knew that the feelings you had for him were shared.
What was so frustrating was that he could never actually confess such feelings. You could see it in his eyes when you glanced his way, but the words never slipped his lips. He only shot flirtations at you and then there was no action as a follow-up. It made your mind race and spin. You started to believe that it was not flirtations at all and it was all just teasing.
“I think you are missing out on the key point in your conjecture, Colin,” You lick your lips, moving only a bit closer to him so no one can hear your words, “You left me. I stayed here and pondered what another season would be like without you. And of course, at the very end of such an event, you decide to be cruel.”
“How am I being cruel, Miss? I am simply stating that you are choosing someone I care about for expedience and not for love.”
“You are being cruel by approaching me and acting like you are even half aware of the circumstances you are speaking of.”
He chuckles, trying not to entertain your comments. “I am well aware that you have always wanted a love match. You know that is not what you are getting with Benedict, Gem.”
Your throat tightens because you know he is right. You have dreamed of a love match since you were a precocious child, enduring all the teasing him and Eloise about it.
And you knew deep down that the love match you wanted was with him.
The damn nickname he gave you years ago continues to get a rise. You can feel your face get flushed, the heat rising all the way down your neck and chest.
“Who said I needed a love match, Mister Bridgerton?!”
You never meant to be loud, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize everyone staring your way. You had seriously messed up.
Colin did not even look away from your completely shell-shocked expression. He was not focused on the glares and whispers, he only cared that the woman he was in love with was about to marry his brother. He could not let that happen.
The feeling of embarrassment made every part of your body jittery. You decided that the exit seemed like the best option, so you made your way past everyone and ran to the back garden of the Danbury estate. The flowers that lined the railings made the tears in your vision sparkle like fireworks.
You try your best to suppress the useless waterworks, but the emotions get the best of you. You felt humiliated that you had to explain your motives to a man who hardly knew you anymore. What does he know?
You find a corner to hide in, making sure your face is hidden away from the exit. When you hear footsteps approach, you pray it’s not a Bridgerton. Sadly, you’re disappointed.
“What did Colin say to you?”
You remove your cream glove, ensuring no tear touches such an expensive fabric. You needed to collect yourself a bit before turning to face Benedict. So you dab your eyes with your fingertips and spin to face him. He looks concerned, his hand reaching for yours.
“I am so sorry, Lord Bridgerton. He got the better of me and he still knows how best to irritate me,” your eyes well up again with tears, “I do apologize for not being more put together.”
He squeezes your hand reassuringly, “Do not apologize. I expected him to be a bit tormented by the whole situation.”
You furrow your brows, quizzically. “What ever do you mean?”
“Well, he told my Mama last season that he did not want to marry because you were courting Lord Jacques. That is why he left early for his travels.”
The revelation makes your heart skip a beat, “Why would him marrying have anything to do with me?”
You try to play dumb so maybe you could get more out of the man, but instead of answering you, he just shakes his head. His focus drops, and as soon as you lose fixation on his actions, you notice Colin loitering around the exit. You drop Benedict’s hand and sidestep to get the man in your line of vision.
“You have never been good at hide and seek, Mister Bridgerton,” You say with spite, “Step into the light.”
His slow meander only makes you more angry.
“Now, why is my brother alone with my best friend in the garden? Seems like a scandal waiting to happen.”
Benedict snickers, “Seems like we were never alone, brother. You appear to be around every waiting corner.”
You cross your arms, annoyed with both men and sick of the mortification. You could not help but appreciate Benedict’s snarky nature, it has always thrown Colin off his game. You clear your throat, bringing their eyes to you.
“I wish to understand why you lied to me about leaving early last season.”
Colin’s disposition changes as soon as you say it. Last season, Colin left abruptly and wrote you saying it was because of a learning opportunity in Vienna. You took his word for it, but based on what Benedict had just told you, that was a lie.
“Pardon m-”
“Colin, why did you lie about leaving the season early?”
“Gem, I really do not know where you got this information.”
“Oh, give me a break, Colin. You told me and Anthony that you did not wish to marry unless a girl like her came around. When you realized she was interested in another, you left.”
Colin races forward, grabbing onto the man to your left. He tugs his vest coat and brings him inches from his own face. The action rattles you, but you remain composed.
“I told you that in confidence!”
“And you are making her upset with your mind games! If you had just said what your heart’s truth was, you would be the one celebrated tonight. Instead, you stand by and fume over a woman you can no longer have.”
Colin clenches his teeth, “Who said I can no longer?”
Your stomach flips, unsure of how Colin could be so possessive of you. Benedict seems shocked as well because he nudges the man off of him and glances over at you. You realize that this is Colin’s way of confessing his intentions, but you cannot believe that he has to say it on the night of your engagement.
“You are brazen to concur such a thing.”
Colin finally looks at you, taking note of your shaky voice. “So, you are going to marry him?”
The unsettle in your heart has never gone away ever since you were told about the arrangement. You knew that your heart was telling you to run the other way, but you did not want to let down your family. You had taken kindly to Benedict, promenading almost every other day to get to know one another.
“I have not been asked yet, so I am not quit-”
Colin steps forward taking your hand, “What if I asked you first? Would you accept me? My hand, I mean?”
Benedict steps forward, touching his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Gem, will you marry me?”
A tear slips past your lashes, your heart just about exploding within your chest. Colin’s eyes are desperate, pleading with you. You are not sure what to say, every possible word escaping you.
You realize you are panting, the breath leaving your lips labored in panic. You flick your sights over to Benedict, who is stunned but not trying to get Colin to retract his query. You revert your gaze back to Colin’s deep blue eyes.
“Why now?”
He takes a deep breath, “Because I am absolutely useless with my emotions and I have only humiliated myself when I express them. I did not think you would ever consider my hand and had I known that you thought kindly of me I would have told you the first moment you debuted. But I cowered in silence, hoping the emotions I have felt since I was a child would subside. But I have searched every corner of this world and I did not find one lady that made me feel the same emotions I feel when I even just look your way. I hate that it took me so long to realize that you are the only woman I will ever really… love.”
The confession is exactly what you need to change your mind. Because you felt the exact same way. All this time you have been running from the emotions you felt every moment Colin stared in your direction. You thought them immature and vain. But every time you watched him dance with another, the fire within you would burn. You were sick of loving him from far away.
“The Ton believes me to be promised to Benedict. The embarrassment he will suffer if I accept your proposal could be deafening-”
“Do not worry about me, Miss,” Benedict says, pacing with his hands on his hips, “I could never fully live with myself coming between two lovers. I only waiting for him to realize what we have all been subjected to the last 3 years.”
Colin smirks at him, “And what’s that?”
“The torture of loving someone and not giving in to temptation.”
You’d grown up near the ocean, so the Legends of Merpeople were constant as you grew up. The females would lure men out to sea with their beautiful voices, slaughtering them for harming the vulnerable, and the males would kill men who posed harm to their way of life. They lived in vast cities under the oceans, they didn’t have colonies on land, and when they did come to shore it was to steal breeding partners, both willing and unwilling. No one knew for sure what these creatures were capable of, just that they were inhumanly beautiful and if you saw them, it would be the last thing you ever did.
A part of you had always wanted to see one, it was the secret reason why you’d started your little boating business during the tourist season, taking sightseers out around the caves that dotted your coastline, to view the dolphins and seals that lived there. You knew the chance of seeing a merperson was slim to none, you hadn’t done anything to warrant their wrath, nor did you want to… but the thought of one day seeing one of their tails emerge from the water gave you hope. And if you were able to get footage of that, it could help sell your business further.
That was your dream though. One that fuelled you on your solo trips. You would never allow anyone to use your business to take advantage of the merpeople. The Legends were to be respected, or your own life would be forfeit.
The bachelors party booking was something new, usually it was families, or young couples, or even the odd local who knew and trusted you and just wanted to go out on the water that came to your scheduled excursion times, however the phone call offer wasn’t one you felt you could refuse,
“Could you take my guys and I out for the day, sweetheart? We’re just hoping for some rays and beers, and even if we give you a tip, you’re still cheaper than hiring our own boat out,” the voice has been raspy, like he’d had a lifetime of shouting out orders, or smoking, or both, you’d been ready to tell him that that’s not what you did, but then he’d offered a figure and…
“I suppose I can accommodate that, Mr…?”
“Rumlow, sweetheart. Brock Rumlow,”
“Okay, Mr Rumlow,” you’d shrugged and confirmed the booking, taking a deposit over the phone, “I can send you the best routes, and the best places for the most beautiful views if you could give me your-”
“No that’s okay, sweetheart, I have a map of the area on the island I’d like you to go to,”
“Oh,” you’d blinked at that, “w-well, I usually don’t-”
“You already took my money,” a dark laugh, “I could take it back, but that's a hassle, all you have to do is say yes, it’s not a big deal,”
It wasn’t, not really, but there were certain areas that were common knowledge not to go near. It wasn’t confirmed, but the north side of your island was rumoured to be closest to the merpeople’s home. Of course, as they lived deep under the sea, ‘closeness’ was a relative term. You sighed inwardly,
“Any particular reason you want to travel to the north side of the island? It’s not a route I usually take, Mr Rumlow, as I’m sure you know there’s likely-”
“- we’re not hunting mermaids, don’t worry,” he laughed at the implication, “I looked up all the local legends, I just want to give my guy a trip that he won’t forget, you understand that, right?”
You did, but still, why the north side? It meant the sun wouldn’t be as good, which was apparently a big part of the reason why he wanted the boat to begin with. You stressed that to him, and he just chuckled,
“It’s just the side of the island I want to take my buddy, what’s with the Spanish Inquisition? I can just take my business elsewhere if it’s a real problem for you, sweetheart,”
You thought of your bank account on another inward sigh. What was the worst that could happen?
“No, it’s no problem, Mr Rumlow. I will see you and your friends in a week,”
The group that arrived all looked the same. Tall men with dark hair and dark eyes, dressed in dark clothes and demeanours as black as everything else. Brock Rumlow introduced himself immediately, and you tried to return the man’s smile but you found your usual gold rated customer service greeting had died within you at the look of the duffle bags they had brought with them,
“Fishing equipment?”
The dark brown eyes of the man glowed with amusement as he glanced over the two remaining men boarding your boat - the last was a tall and blonde man who looked oddly out of place, but you didn’t get a chance to look closely before Brock Rumlow answered,
“No, sweetheart, I told you, we’re not here hunting mermaids,”
“There’s mermen as well, you know,” you answered snarkily, the laughter of the blonde man at your back, lyrical and deep… but then Brock barked out a harder laugh that broke the suddenly weaved spell,
“Yeah but we ain’t hunting them either, I’m not suicidal,” Brock smiled, “okay so fine, I wasn’t exactly truthful with you, this isn’t a bachelor party,”
“No?” Your voice dripped sarcasm, which pulled another chuckle from the mystery man at your back, Brock however just rolled his eyes,
“No, but we are all friends. Scouts Honour!” He held up his fingers in a salute that had you rolling your eyes, “Look, I just needed someone to take us where I want to go, and who can navigate the caves on the north shore,”
“The caves? Why?” Your eyes narrowed, “I told you that-”
“- and I just said I don’t give a fuck about the fish people, alright? I am, however, interested in their treasure,” Brock crossed his arms across his chest, and shrugged, “the caves are rumoured to have over a million bucks worth of old merpeople treasure there, it washed up after the last big storm,”
There had been a massive summer storm in the past two months - it was why you’d agreed to take this stupid job in the first place. The tourist season had all but dried up and your usual seasonal take hadn’t been as large as past years. You shook your head though,
“I know you’re not from around here, so maybe you don’t know, but you can’t just take treasure from the merfolk, even if it has just washed up. They watch, and they wait, and-”
Brock talked over you again, waving his hand over your concerns like they meant nothing, “-and they take, yeah yeah, I’m no moron, I did my research. If they myths are true, you have to give them an exchange, or they’ll turn the water red with your blood,”
Okay. So they might just be able to get away with this probably fictional treasure, but still…
“Is that what the duffel bags are for?” You nodded behind you, “An exchange? What could you possibly offer to the merpeople?”
Brock’s smile changed in a way that made the hairs on your arm stand up, and you suddenly noticed that you were on your own on a deserted pier with a large group of men…
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Just human art that they like to stash in their underwear cave systems… so, are you in? This won’t work without you,”
The empty bank balance waiting for you was unfortunately what made your mind up, and you turned to look over the sparkling water glinting in the mid morning sunlight as you nodded,
“I want ten percent of whatever you find, on top of what you’ve already paid, or you can find another guide who’s stupid enough to do this for you. I wouldn’t wait long though. If you’re right, that treasure won’t stay there long,”
Brock laughed, agreed to your terms easily. Perhaps too easily. You barely noticed though. You’d caught the eyes of the blonde man, so much taller and more beautiful than the other mercenaries on your boat. His eyes shone at you, glowing blue and green and gold.
The journey would take nearly five hours, but at least now you knew what these people were really doing, so you didn’t have to try and entertain them with touristy information dumps, or witty banter. Brock gave you the coordinates, and went off with his men to the other end of the boat, leaving you to navigate alone with your thoughts. Well, you thought you were alone, until the blonde man appeared at your side. He didn’t say anything, those eyes that mirrored the sea on a bright summer's day locked on the ocean ahead of you. The wind brought his scent to you, salt and brine and something masculine and musky. It made your mouth water, and that was before he started talking,
Low, smooth, deep. Like the tide. Powerful, it could drag you under-
“I’m Steve,”
You blinked, looking down at the golden skinned, long fingered hand that reached out to grasp yours. You meet Steve’s gaze as you clasped your palm against his, a jolt going through you at the contact that you hoped he didn’t notice,
“I-I’m Y/N,”
“Y/N…” Steve’s eyes travelled over your form, and you turned your head away quickly, cheeks burning under his scrutiny, “you are a pretty thing though… Rumlow did say you would be…” you narrow your eyes at the murmured and dubious compliment. You had no idea why your looks would interest this man, but you didn’t care to find out in the middle of the ocean surrounded by a group of men who’d lied to you. The scent of the sea grew stronger as Steve drew closer, you kept your eyes on the calm blue waters, and-
“Come another step closer, and I’ll use you for chum,” your right hand had dropped to your pocket as Steve had come up behind you, and now your handy switchblade was pointing behind you and directly into the crotch of the man who was bizarrely trying to crowd you against the wheel, “I would move away, this knife is sharp enough to cut through shark skin, it’ll have no issues with your pants and whatever little excuse is hanging between your legs,”
Steve chuckled darkly, but he did immediately let go of your shoulders - his hands strangely light, you hadn’t even noticed they had been on you - and you turned to face him as he backed up and away,
“Don’t be mad, little Siren. You call to me, as you always have. I know now that you aren’t easy prey. It will make later so much more fun,”
His voice. The deep, melodic tone to it… your arm was straight out in front of you, holding the blade aloft… the way the sun backed the man, casting him in a golden glow, the light reflecting off the water on him…
“Hey!” Brock suddenly ran up, pushed Steve back, he’d come right back up to your personal space as he’d talked and you hadn’t even noticed, “What’d I say, huh? After the treasure is ours! And not a second before!”
You blinked rapidly, it was like you were coming up for air after a long swim, everything looked and sounded far away, you could barely comprehend the bizarre sentence that Brock Rumlow had just spat at the golden haired asshole who just attacked you…
“I will keep my bargain, Rumlow, but you may wish to hurry. My patience will only last so long. Remember it is you that needs me,” With that, Steve smiled at you, a small smile that somehow still reached his eyes, “until later, my sweet Siren,” and he waved.
You ignored Brock as he bumbled through what sounded like an inept apology, instead you stared after Steve, as he walked to the other end of the boat and disappeared from sight. It had to have been a trick of the light. His hand had appeared webbed as he’d waved at you. You jerk out of your confused musings as you hear a splash, and you push past Brock who grabs your upper arm,
“What was that? Have you thrown something overboard?!”
Brock looked furious for a split second, but his eyes were down the other end where Steve had disappeared and not on you, “I uhhh… one of my guys must’ve done that. Sorry, sweetheart,”
Anger - bright and beautiful - jolted through you at his weak explanation, and you jerked your arm out of his hold, “Okay, new rules! Keep you and your mens fucking hands off me, do you understand?”
“I-”
“Don’t throw anything overboard, okay? I don’t need fines on top of this absolute shit show of a day, or to get my license taken away,”
“You won’t-”
“And lastly,” you push at Brock's considerable chest, “you had better keep that jerk down in the hold and away from me. I don’t know what his deal is, but-”
Brock interrupted you this time, “I ain't got no clue, sweetheart,” he didn’t sound quite like he meant that, but he met your eyes regardless, his voice gruff, “he’s not one of my men. He’s, well… he’s how we found out about the treasure,”
The water glinted in your peripheral vision, a flash in the distance, like something broke the surface caught your eye in the distance, but there was nothing there when you looked,
“He knew about the treasure?” Your heart thumped behind your rib cage, “Mr Rumlow, what have you done, what if-”
“He’s not merfolk,” Brock seemed to read your mind, his eyes out on the water now as well, “I checked. Well… I might’ve pushed the guy into the sea,”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart rate did slow down a little. No one knew for certain, but the rumour that merfolk could only appear human until they hit the water seemed to be accepted as fact in most Legend coastal towns. Turning away from the water, you gripped the wheel again,
“And he didn’t grow a tail?”
“No. He’s just a pushy, creepy treasure hunter, that’s all,” again Brock didn’t meet your eyes as he turned to head back down, “but that’s okay, I’m one too, and you have my word that nothing bad will happen to you, once we’ve found the treasure. You’ll get your share.”
You could turn back. You knew that. Why risk the wrath of the merpeople for some treasure that didn’t belong to you?
You sigh inwardly, thoughts full of cool blue water, emerald green coves, and warm golden skies. You thought of Steve’s beautiful eyes and lyrical voice. And you think of that empty bank, and the red RENT DUE letters that would come for you over the coming months if you didn’t get money in soon.
“I want to apologise,”
You spin away from the wheel, and turn to face Steve who had silently appeared at your back hours later. You were close to the caves, and you had to be careful, the area was not always safe for boats, the very last thing you needed was to be distracted and somehow end up crashing on the rocks. You look the man and up and down and shrug easily,
“Fine, Thank you,”
“You like the sea, I can tell,” he leans against the railing to your left, the rock formations at his back, it makes the gold of his hair gleam even more starkly against the dark backdrop. You shrug again,
“Of course I like the sea, it’s how I make my living,”
“Yes, but you would make it your home too,”
A snort escapes before you can stop it, “Like that could ever happen,” Steve seems to smile in your peripheral vision,
“You would like a way to stay in the sea?”
Your eyes roll heavenward, before finally you turn to Steve, your voice as even as you could make it considering you wanted to throw things at him, “I love the sea, I always have, but it’s not where I would make my home. It doesn’t belong to people like me, or to people like you,”
“Like me?”
“You’re a treasure hunter. You take, where you should just leave things alone,” your fingers gripped the wheel tighter, the leather creaked under your fingers, “I’ve heard too many stories to think that anything like that could end well,” you hear Steve’s chuckle, low and sensual, but you turn away again before you can meet his eyes,
“Ah, so you do believe that mermen live in these caves,”
“I don’t ‘believe’” you snap, ignoring the frown that suddenly formed on his face, “the Legends aren’t some myth, like a unicorn, or leprechauns, they’re real, and they’re deadly. If I had known, if Rumlow had told me, then I would never have agreed to this. I would have moved inland and started over, like a normal person,”
“You could just turn back, little Siren,” the voice coming at you was harder somehow, no tease, no lyrical tone, just cold, “if you think the creatures that live in these waters are capable of the bloodshed you think, why anger them?”
“Because I don’t want to turn back, okay? I don’t want to live away from the sea, I don’t want to give up on my chance of-” you cut yourself off to a growing smile from the man next to you, and shook your head, “I just want to get this over with,”
“You want to meet one, don’t you?”
You hadn’t noticed before, but there was a growing puddle of water around Steve, as if he was soaked through, the sun glancing off the small puddle was the only notice you had, but before you could say anything about why he was wet, your navigation dinged, and you look towards the large cave next to you,
“We’re here,”
“Yes. Careful now, Siren, you can sail through, but the waters can get choppy,” Steve moved closer to you, the coolness of his body, the sea salt scent of him…
“H-how did you know about this place?” Your fingers trembled, Steve was at your back again, but this time your knife wasn’t in your hands, “How did you know-”
“We don’t take, not unless something is taken from us first, little Siren,” his arms were either side of you now, steering the boat as your head rested against his shoulder, the music of his voice finally ensnaring you, “these men want treasure, well so do I. I need a breeding partner, and I have watched you for an earth's cycle,”
“You…?”
“Rumlow will take his treasure… then I will take mine,”
You’d heard about Siren’s before, of course, The females with sweet singing voices who would lure sailors out to sea, seduce them into their arms, and swiftly drown them in the water. It was why the people in your coastal town were warned to ignore singing if they ever heard it on the waves, one weak moment would have you becoming prey to the Legends, and no one wanted to be a corpse on the sand. You knew this, you knew all the stories, but no one had ever warned that just a voice in your ear could put you under a spell. Steve’s low voice, soothing and strong like the tide that brought him to you, it rang in your head, clearing out all resistance to him. When Brock and his team climbed into the smaller boat to go deeper into the caves, Steve took your hand and manoeuvred you to sit next to him, and you did nothing to stop him.
He was surprisingly cool on the bench next to you as Brock took all of you out to the caves. You knew now what Steve was, he had no body heat, his voice had hypnotised you, and he was bringing men out to their deaths, you just couldn’t understand why. He had said it was for you, that he had watched you for a year, and he had decided you would be his breeding partner, but that wasn’t what you wanted… was it? His hand lay on your thigh, his voice keeping you enthralled as he whispered in your ear,
“You can’t escape me, Siren. I wouldn’t try,”
“I’m not going to,” speaking out was like trying to walk underwater, difficult and unnatural, “I don’t-”
“Shh, we are almost there,” you passed into the caves, and Steve’s eyes glowed that inhuman and beautiful colour, “they will take what doesn’t belong to them, and then…” his hand moved higher up your leg, warmth bloomed inside you immediately, “then it will be my turn to take what is mine,”
Your blink is slow as Brock stops the boat, and he and his men dive into the water, “You don’t have a tail… Rumlow…”
“My kind are more adept at pretending to be human when it suits our needs, Siren. Rumlow pushed me in the water, I simply didn’t let him see my true form. You will though, when I mate with you,”
Your breath was choppy, the men surrounding you in the water taking orders from Brock who was given directions from Steve, “There really is treasure?”
“Of course, I am no liar… but these men will not benefit from it. It does not belong to them,”
The water in the caves was so clear you could see the men swimming underneath the boat, darting this way and that like the small silver fish in the harbour you had moored your boat in. You watch like you’re in a dream, taking everything in and understanding none of it, even when Steve stood abruptly, removing his clothing in front of you. He was glorious, sleek and powerful… and wrong… you could see the scales on his torso, subtle and golden. He looked like a god, like Posiden come to life, and muted fear grew inside you. Your eyes darted back to the men in the water,
“Please…”
“They took what does not belong to them, Siren. Even you,”
“You wanted me,”
“Yes, I do,” he smiles, and you see his teeth are sharper now, his cheekbones more defined, a shimmer across his skin, and his eyes are mesmerising, bright in the gloom of the cave, “and they put you in danger to bring you to me, caring only for the money that stealing my kinds treasure will bring them,”
Steve is kneeling in front of you now, and you can just about manage a smile, “You are angry that they put me in danger, after you set this whole thing up just to get me?”
His finger is cold as it traces down your face, from temple to jaw line, “They would have lived if they had refused to use you, perhaps even made profit from my treasure. Instead they would let you be harmed by a Legend. They are not good men.” His attention is wrenched from you when Brock’s head appears out of the water, and in his hand is something gold and shiny,
“Got it! We’re gonna be so fucking rich!”
Steve pulled your face back to his, webbed fingers on your chin, and he pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say a thing to Brock to warn him,
“Say nothing, and stay where you are. I will return,”
With that, Steve stood, and dived into the water. You meet the surprised eyes of Brock, words of warning choked in your throat, and watch helplessly as he is pulled down below, and soon the blue and green glow is replaced with red. You can’t hear them well, but you do hear distant gurgled screams, and at one point one of the men try to throw themselves out of the water and into the boat, but a webbed hand drags them back down.
It’s quiet after a while. No more thrashing. No more screaming. Even the water is clearing from red to pink, and slowly back to blue and grey.
The sun is setting. You’re cold, but you can’t move. Steve had told you to stay.
You hear a splash in the dark, you can’t see anything, heart thumping you try to call out, but the words die in your throat. Steve had told you to say nothing.
The water is calm now, like there aren’t bodies floating in it. Golden eyes in the water stare out at you from further in the cave, swimming closer, closer…
Steve is otherworldly beautiful as his head rises from the water, big blue eyes, glowing gold, shining green stare at you eagerly as he pulls himself to cling to the edge of the boat. His hair is almost black, plastered back from his face, golden scales glitter silver in the moonlight, and his sharp teeth glitter as he opens his mouth,
“Come in to the water to me, Siren,”
You do as you’re told, the merman’s compulsion over you complete and total. Your legs go over the side first, the water cold but you barely feel it. That unblinking gaze of his, you’re warm inside from it, almost too hot within your clothing. The water is a blessing as you fall into it, the gasp that leaves your lips echoes across the walls of the cave. Steve swims closer to you, his tail is almost invisible in the low light as it cuts through the water, disappointment slices through you sharply, but then he’s pulling you through the water and to the rocks along the side.
You think you might feel fear as you remember what Steve had said to you about mating with you, but even through the haze of his voice's compulsion you can’t lie to yourself. The fear comes from the unknown of how a mermen might mate with a human, but not because you were actually afraid of him doing that to you.
You wanted him. You would want him still when his voice’s power wore off.
There’s a terrifying, and arousing, amount of power in his touch as Steve takes you by the waist and lifts you partially out of the water, resting you against the rocks so you’re only submerged from the waist down. His smile is slightly more human as he pulls himself out enough to crowd you against the rocks, his otherworldly face close enough to yours you could lick out to taste scales skin if you wanted.
You did want… and so you did. Steve’s smile grew wider as you moaned in the back of your throat at the taste of him, salt and seaweed and foam. The sea given life.
“Your tongue is as eager as mine, Siren,” webbed fingers hold your chin so he can meet your eyes, “lift your arms over your head, do not drop them,” he waits as you do so, and then takes the hem of your sopping wet top and starts to push it up and over your stomach and higher, until it’s pulled off completely, leaving you in the sports bra you’d chosen to wear for the long day. The wet fabric was molded to your chest, your nipples outlined clearly. They were sensitive, pebbled tighter immediately when Steve ran a clawed finger in circles over them,
“Human females have such beautifully formed bodies. Our own females are also beautiful, but, well, they are not so tempting to play with as you are…” he tore through the bra easily, leaving you naked from the waist up, “Gods, such a delectable female you are,”
His mouth was colder than the water as it closed over one breast and sucked eagerly, sharp teeth closed over your nipple just hard enough to sting, but his tongue soothed the pain… he did this over and over until you were writhing against him, your fingertips sore from scrabbling against the rocks over your head. He grinned against your chest, long fingers going to the fabric of your pants and slowly tearing them away too,
“Do you know what my favourite part of being as I am is, little Siren?” Steve holds your gaze as you shake your head, uncaring as the last of your clothing is pulled away and your legs spread around his wide shoulders. Steve’s fingers glide over yours calves, your thighs, and up towards your naked cunt, hidden under the near black water, where he touches you with fingers made of ice that nonetheless make you burn,
“My favourite thing is that I can pleasure a female, and not come up for air, even after she screams and begs me to stop,” gills appear on his neck, across his ribs, your desire mixes with the water as Steve uses his fingers to open you wide, “don’t scream for me to stop, little Siren. I’ll be inside you when you wake from this pleasure.”
He goes beneath the waves, his mouth closes over your clit, and you fight every instinct you have to scream his name to the heavens you can no longer see.
You feel the sun before you feel anything else. Warm and gentle across your water cooled skin, it soothes the bone deep ache that’s becoming more and more intense. Then you feel the rocks under your chest, the sting from the friction as-
Then you feel him, inside you, thrusting with a powerful languidness that made your toes curl, and a groan escape before you could even think to stop it,
“Shhh, little Siren, you were made for me, you feel perfect,” fingers reach around your front, one hand closes around your throat, the other gently squeezes your clit between two fingers… applying pressure, then releasing…
“Steve…” the water is at your waist, Steve curling himself over you so you can no longer feel the sun, “… I-” your words cut off as another orgasm takes over you. You can’t remember any past the first four, when Steve had taken your wrists and forced them to your sides as he’d continued to ravage you with his mouth.
Now, he was inside you as he’d promised, his tail wrapped around your ankles, keeping your legs closed and his cock nestled deep inside you. Pain - sharp and laced with pleasure - rocked through you when his teeth sank into your neck when he came. He twitched inside you, his tongue soothing over the deep bite,
“This next part will hurt, Siren, but only for a moment. It is for your own good,” with that, Steve didn’t give you a chance to respond, he just pulled you under the water.
The salt water.
The blood still flowing from your wound stopped immediately as the salt hit the broken skin, you almost passed out again, but you couldn’t, not when you finally saw Steve under the water in all his sunlit glory.
He was like an angel, hair whipping around his head like a halo. His body was mesmerising, golden and strong, the gills and scales only enhanced the savage beauty of him. And then there was his tail.
Long, powerful, a deep royal blue with silver fins and an almost red iridescent sheen to the scales. His cock stood out at the front, almost like a human males, but not the same at all… it seemed to shrink back into the upper half of his tail, and then he brought you back to the surface, taking you to the flat rocks that he’d been fucking you on and laying you out in the sun. The water flowed over you briefly as he came to lie next to you, his beautiful body right there for you to touch, to hold, to kiss…
Steve caught your wrist as you go to touch him, brining your palm to his mouth to kiss it with a gentleness that made your heart clench,
“You are mine now, Siren, you do understand that?”
You frown, Steve’s face and body changing as he dried so he looked like a gorgeous human man with legs - and an impressive human cock - and you nod your head slowly. You could feel him inside you, and not just his seed, or his compulsion, but…
“You’re mine too though, aren’t you?” Steve nods his head slowly, damp golden hair falling forward over his forehead, “So why can’t I touch you?”
“You can, but only when you’ve agreed to what I want from you,”
“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?” Your voice is calm, even as Steve shifts over you, parting your legs so he can cover your body, his cock nudging at your entrance, which he guides home inside you in one long stroke. He feels different this way, thicker and hotter, but perhaps not quite as long. Your back arches, pushing your breasts into his chest, and he crushes you to him, one arm under your lower back, and his other hand holding your wrists over your head.
Your merman likes control over you.
“You are mine, you can’t escape me. I will be at your side when you are on land, and should you try to escape, I will Call to you,” he thrusts a few more times, rolling his hips in a way that grinds his pubic bone against your clit, “you will always submit to me… and I will submit to you as well,”
“I can go on land?” You try to free your hands, but Steve is strong, easily holds you captive as he dips his head to suck at your breast, fucking you relentlessly, “I thought-”
“You can’t stay at sea, though my bite does give you some prolonged ability to stay underwater should I need you to, such as when you birth my first child,” more thrusts, and then he’s rolling you to your front, his palm a cold sting against the flesh of your ass when he slaps it, “I do love your body, this particular area already holds my fascination,” teeth nip at the now warm skin, his tongue dips between your cheeks to briefly press against your back passage, but then he’s raising your hips and pushing inside you again.
A groan leaves your lips as he pulls you back against his chest, one index and ring finger pulling your lower lips apart so his middle fingers can circle your clit. His free hand goes to your throat, holding you against him,
“I like your boat, and the things it can do for my people. You can keep your life, or as much as I desire you to keep at any rate. Then you shall stay at sea where I can access you, and you will help bring my people the hunters who seek to harm us.”
“You’ll kill them?”
“Of course. We are not merciful, and those who seek to destroy the ocean, or capture our females for their own pleasure will suffer our wrath,” The irony of this statement as he has forcefully turned you into his mate - even if you did want him - wasn’t lost on you.
You come again, it’s almost painful the way his fingers wring the sensation from you, and then he’s pulling out, and walking around to your front on powerful human legs, and bringing your face to his crotch, pushing himself into your mouth,
“I do love this method of pleasure as well. It feels better underwater with my true form, but this will do for now.”
You gag around him, and push your now free hands against his thighs so he pulls out of your throat, looking down on you with blue green eyes that aren’t human and would never be,
“Am I like you? If I can stay underwater?” The idea intrigued you, and the memory of his beautiful, almost alien looking cock made your cunt throb in pleasure, “I would like to-”
“We are not vampires or werewolves who can change a human with a bite… this is more an infection that changes just enough cells, but nothing more. You will not become a mermaid, my love, as I will never be a man,” Steve presses down on your jaw and you take him in your mouth once again.
“My little Siren. I will love you, and protect you… until the end of your days…”
You swallowed your merman down hungrily. And when he swam with you back to your boat still anchored by the caves, you let him have you on the deck, and in the cabin, and in the water again as the sun set and the moon rose.
You vowed to do what was needed for your merman to endure his people’s safety. They were yours now, and whereas before you would never let people take advantage of your business to harm the merfolk, you would welcome it now. Steve and his family would be there, and they would drag them down to the depths where they belonged. All with your help.
pairing: anthony bridgerton x fem!reader (requested by: anon)
summary: what once started as a engagement between two friends soon unraveled into a nightmare of heartbreak and sorrow that anthony couldn’t fix
warnings: angst, cheating, this is long and sad, so buckle up!
words: 4.3k
a/n: soooo, I definitely took this in a way angstier direction than the anon who requested was thinking, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. as much as I love Anthony, he also can be an idiot at times, and I suppose I wanted to write about that side of him. it is very long, please, please let me know what you think - I spent a lot of time on it, and I would love feedback!
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“Did you see that y/n is to be a countess?” Hyacinth asked innocently, yet eagerly, effectively ceasing conversation at the dinner table.
All eyes shot towards the youngest Bridgerton in varying degrees of shock, amusement, or anger. It was Violet who shook off her surprise first and narrowed her eyes in the direction of her daughter. “Hyacinth, that is enough. We will not be discussing the matter at the table.” she declared before subtly glancing towards her eldest son to gauge his reaction.
“But it’s true!” Hyacinth continued, oblivious to Anthony’s thin lips and clenched jaw. “I saw it today in the most recent Lady Whistledown. Can you imagine? We shall be friends with a countess.” she sighed dreamily.
“Our sister is a duchess.” Colin pointed out through his mouthful of food.
“Besides, where did you get your hands on Whistledown?” Benedict asked, knowing Violet was not a fan of her youngest daughter having her hands on the ton’s most notorious gossip sheet.
“I read it with Eloise today during tea.” Hyacinth responded with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
To her credit, Eloise had enough sense to look sheepish as Violet directed her pointed glare towards her, however, it wasn’t enough to stop Eloise from making a face and sticking her tongue out at Hyacinth. From there, Gregory took the opportunity to flick the peas from his plate across the table towards Hyacinth, which erupted a series of shouts and laughs from the other members of the table. Anthony used the distraction to excuse himself from the table and retreat to his study.
Hi could I request an Anthony bridgerton story where he had an argument with his wife (perhaps because he was stressed and found her clingy )so she gives him the silent treatment and acts cold to him until he basically begs for her forgiveness
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anthony bridgerton x wife, fem!reader
summary: you and your husband have an argument after he complains about you being too attached to him for his liking
warnings: p in v, orgasm, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, begging, breeding kink (maybe), unprotected sex, nudity, switch!anthony, switch!reader
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You were attending yet another ball with your husband, the brooding Anthony Bridgerton, and you were talking with Penelope in the corner. Glancing around, you took in the beautifully chosen decor against the lighting. Amidst the line of people, your eyes only focused on Anthony as his chocolate eyes sparkled with the glisten from the chandelier.
You couldn’t help yourself. He looked so gorgeous and so you headed over to him after bidding your goodbyes to Penelope. “Hello, Lady Y/N.”, he smirked at you teasingly. Your cheeks heated up. “Good evening, my Lord.”, you replied. “Gentlemen, this is my lovely wife.”, he introduced you to the group of men he was chatting to.
“Nice to meet you.”, they all said. You grabbed his hand gently and snuggled into his side slightly. “Okay, my love, have you talked to Eloise about her new book that you recommended to her yet?”, he asked in an awkward fashion. You shook your head. “Why don’t you go and find her, hmm?”, he questioned as he pried you off him.
You walked off sulking. Why did he wave you off like that? Fortunately, you were still in earshot and so when he stated: “Sorry, gentleman, she tends to get a bit attached in social situations. She doesn’t like being on her own.”
You quickened your pace as you reached a door that lead outside, you needed some fresh air. You weren’t that clingy, were you? Surely not. Yes, you did cuddle into his shoulder every so often but that was only showing your husband affection. You sighed to yourself as you elegantly glided back into the ballroom.
As you avoided his gaze all night, he had finally had enough and decided that it was time for the both of you to go to your manor. He looked furious in the carriage as did you. Once you had arrived home, you walked hastily in through the entrance. “Darling.”, Anthony called out quietly. You turned around. “Hmm?”, you said bitterly. “What’s wrong?”, he asked cluelessly. You rolled your eyes as you went upstairs to your joint bedroom and took off your corset before pulling the covers over yourself.
Anthony followed shortly after and you turned your back to him. He moved his calloused hands to hold you but you shook his steady grip off of you. He huffed in defeat.
It was finally time for breakfast. You made sure to eat fast to avoid your husband. As you got up from your chair to leave, Anthony needily grabbed your wrist. “Please.”, he said quietly. “Tell me what is wrong.”, he stated as he gazed at you with soft eyes. You glared at him before snatching your wrist back.
You were writing in your diary when you noticed that Anthony was at the doorway. “Please. Dont avoid me. How am I meant to be a better husband if you don’t tell me what I have done wrong?”, he questioned in one breath. You sighed as you finally made eye contact with him. “For a start, don’t call me attached and clingy.”, you said with venom in your tone.
“Dear.”, he gently touched your fingers. “I didn’t mean it like that. I love your attention, I promise. It just makes it hard to focus when I’m trying to make some business trades.”, he stated as he looked at you pleadingly. “And it doesn’t make a man look like a powerful business man when I’m drooling over you.”, he finished. He stared deeply into your eyes before passionately attaching his lips to yours and slipping his tongue in between yours.
You pulled away. “Beg for me.”, you whispered. He slowly got down onto his knees and looked up at you with those sweet brown eyes. “Can I touch you, my Lady?”, he asked as he maintained eye contact. “Yes.”, you simply stated. He worked on undoing your corset. Once you see naked, Anthony robe his tongue across your hard nipples before gently sucking them. He then kissed down from your breasts to your pussy.
He glanced up at you with hungry eyes, asking you for permission. You nodded and he pushed two fingers into your wet core. You sighed quietly. He moved them in and out at a fast pace. You stifled your moans with a pillow. “Darling, let me hear your moans, please.”, he practically begged. He felt himself get hard as he heard your whimpering.
He then added his tongue and expertly moved his to gun across your slick folds. “So good, Tony.”, you moaned. As you reached your climax, Anthony took off his trousers and you greedily took in the length of his cock. Obviously you had seen it before but you were shocked every time you were shocked at the sheer size of it.
He lined himself up with you and you felt the pre-cum drop off his cock. You grinded your hips into the air at the feel of it. “Can I?”, he asked. You nodded and he rocked his cock in and out of you. He moaned at your tightness. “Good girl.”, he sighed contentedly. He moaned as euphoria came over him and you followed him shortly after. “Anthony, you were so good. I need to see you on your knees again soon.”, you said as you rolled on top of him and kissed him.
Summary: Y/n and Anthony are in an arranged marriage. When she stops trying to make the relationship work and be the perfect wife, Anthony realizes what he's lost. Will he be able to get her back?
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It wasn't the marriage she wanted. And it wasn't what he wanted, because, in fact, he didn't even want to be married. And he didn't mind showing it. But for Y/n, she tried to make the best of their unfortunate situation.
It all started at the beginning of the season when Violet Bridgerton decided that her firstborn had been single for too long. So, she spoke to Y/n's parents, who were good friends of hers, and they both decided that a marriage between the two would be beneficial to both families. Anthony was going to have the support of someone who would take Violet's place as Viscountess and Lady Bridgerton. For Y/n's life, in this society, having a husband was essential and this marriage would allow social advancement.
Thus, Anthony and Y/n agreed with this decision. The preparation for the wedding was carried out quickly and this event was the biggest news for days. Lady Whistledown didn't help matters either by immediately releasing an advert showing her doubts about Anthony having a wife.
This only worsened Y/n's mood, who already feared being married to Viscount Bridgerton, as she was now doubting all the lovers Anthony could take to their bed. Would he not respect their marriage? Did she just want an heir and take care of the children? With these doubts, she said the "I do" in front of hundreds of people watching the ceremony, and allowed just one tear to fall.
From the beginning, Anthony made a point of making it clear that their marriage was purely a compromise, and that he would never truly love her. He was going to fulfill his role and try to have an heir and outside the house, they would act like a happy couple, but it wouldn't go beyond that. In silence, Y/n just offered him a nod, showing that she understood.
However, since then, nothing has happened between them. Anthony allowed her to have her own room, something Y/n was more than grateful for. Having to look at the face of her husband who would never love her every time she fell asleep would be too painful.
She was expecting that on some nights he would enter her room to try to get her with child. But none of that happened, which only confused Y/n more. Was he so disgusted by the idea of being married to her that he didn't even want to have pleasure with her?
So she tried to distract herself with tasks that could take some of the work off Anthony's shoulders and try to be the perfect wife. But Anthony still refused to spend more than five minutes alone with her. At breakfast, he was already at the office when Y/n woke up to go eat, at night he preferred to spend time with his brothers instead of returning home. He was making everyone's life difficult and Y/n was starting to get more and more sad. Would this be her routine until the end of her life? Trying to please a husband who didn't want her?
It was on a summer afternoon that Y/n, upon returning from a social gathering with Anthony's mother and sister, realized how hot the mansion was. She quickly remembered how Viscount's office, the few times she had been there, was directly in the sun which made it even hotter. So she decided to be brave and try to have at least a friendly relationship with her husband, so she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
With growing nerves, Y/n went to Anthony's office door and knocked on the wood. After hearing Anthony's voice, she opened the door, finding him plus Benedict, who had become good friends with Y/n.
"Oh, I apologize if I am interrupting." she said shyly, keeping to the doorway.
"You are." Anthony immediately agreed in a deep voice, not paying attention to her and turning his attention back to the papers.
At the same time, his brother hurried to assure Y/n, "You're not interrupting anything. You even saved me from Anthony's boring lecture here."
The woman smiled uncomfortably. "Right. I just came to bring you a cup of water. It's so warm outside. I wasn't aware you were here, Mr. Bridgerton, but I can go and also bring you some water."
"Thank you, Y/n, I would—"
However, he couldn't finish his sentence as Anthony hit the table, causing his wife to jump in fright and immediately take a step back. Her reaction made Anthony's expression show some regret, but he quickly hid it. A silence fell between the three.
"I'm fed up, Y/n! Can't you understand that men are trying to work?! Go back to your life of looking at flowers and walking around without having to do anything and leave!"
Y/n's mouth opened and closed several times, trying to understand what had just happened. Finally, she pursed her lips and her eyes turned cold. "I apologize, Lord Bridgerton. It won't happen again. If you'll excuse me."
When she left the room, Benedict looked at his brother in shock. "That was so harsh. The poor girl was trying to be nice and cared enough to bring you a glass of water. If you don't want it, I'll have it. I'm talking about the glass and her."
"Don't you dare." he muttered with a clenched jaw, glaring furiously at Benedict. Where did this anger come from just thinking about Y/n with another man? "Now, let's go back to discuss how you spent money on a bet."
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Y/n's behavior with Anthony changed completely. Everyone noticed that the Viscountess finally reached her limit, and stopped being the friendly wife, now looking coldly at her husband whenever they passed each other in the mansion. However, as a couple and heads of the family, they still had obligations to fulfill together.
Public appearances were more tense, but they still managed to keep a smile on their faces and talk to all the ladies who asked about their marriage and when they would have children, giving short answers so that nothing would end up in Lady Whistledown's hands. They also attended a horse race, even betting on different horses that would win. Y/n ended up winning the bet, and her smug look irritated Anthony for the rest of the day, something his brothers were quick to tease him about.
But despite not liking Anthony after his cruel words, which Y/n still thought about constantly, she adored his sisters and mother. They had accepted Y/n into the family, including her in their gatherings and even being a should to cry on. Daphne had already said more than once that she would have no problem going to Anthony and try to talk some sense into him, but Y/n refused. Anthony already didn't like her, if he thought she was turning his family against him he would hate her even more. And she didn't need to make her life worse than it already was.
One day, when she went with Anthony to the Bridgerton mansion to drop off some documents, Hyacinth, Anthony's younger sister, took her aside. Y/n followed the girl to the bathroom where she, with teary eyes and trembling lips, asked her if she was going to die when she started bleeding from her lady parts. Hyacinth also revealed to her that she wanted to go to her mother, but she had gone shopping with Francesca and was alone at home with just Collin. Y/n, very calmly and gently, assured her that it was a normal thing and that all women went through this, explaining what she should do.
It was no secret that Y/n was happy that Hyacinth trusted her with this scary situation and that she was able to help the girl. Despite all the problems in her marriage, she now had a role in helping Anthony's sisters and she never wanted to fail in that.
To Y/n's surprise, Hyacinth ended up giving her a big hug, remaining attached to her for the rest of the afternoon. Her period was making her so affectionate, more than she already was, that Y/n couldn't stop a big smile from appearing on her face at receiving so much affection.
Anthony, when he finally finished talking to Collin about the documents he brought, I was surprised to see his sister on the couch hugging Y/n. "Hyacinth, what are you doing?"
"Hugging my sister-in-law, brother. But you don't know what that is, do you?" she snapped. The girl's change in mood made Y/n have to put a hand over her mouth to keep Anthony from hearing the laughter that escaped her.
The shock on Anthony's face was comical. His little sister was basically choosing Y/n over him. And in truth, he didn't judge her because his wife was, without a doubt, better than him. And she deserved so much better.
On the other hand, his heart warmed when he saw the bond that the two had created. It was clear that Y/n felt great affection for his family. Could it be that if he had accepted this marriage from the beginning, they would now be a happy family? That they would spend afternoons together, cuddling on the couch and talking to his siblings? All these thoughts were racing through his mind, and the guilt was growing so much that he felt like he was going to vomit.
"Lord Bridgerton?" that sweet voice he had come to adore brought him out of his thoughts. He hated that since he snapped at her, she never called him by his first name again.
"What?" he asked, still disoriented.
Y/n was looking at him like he was stupid. "I asked if you were ready to leave. Hyacinth already went to her room to rest. I would like to do the same. So you must make haste."
Her bossy tone almost made his lips curl into a smile, but he controlled himself in time. "Of course, wife. We shall leave now. But I have to ask, what happened between you and my sister?"
"All you need to know is that she's fine and she's a woman now. But don't worry, as your wife, I'll handle these situations. Unless you prefer me to go look at the flowers, take a walk, and do nothing?"
The hint, which was delivered with great anger, caused the man to blush in shame and lower his head. Y/n didn't wait for his answer, taking her coat from a maid and walking to the carriage. He had screwed everything up.
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A few more days had passed and the situation between Y/n and Anthony had only gotten stranger. The day after the situation with Hyacinth, Y/n was coming down from her room to go get breakfast, as she always did, when she came across Anthony at the table, appearing to be waiting for her to eat.
Y/n stopped abruptly, looking at him in shock. "What are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for you so we can have breakfast. I have to go see my brothers again today to talk business, so I was thinking you could come with me and spend some time with my sisters. My mother She's also been saying how she hasn't seen you in a while. That is, only if you want to go. If not, I'll just go… Or I'll stay here to keep you company, whatever you want." he choked up, finishing his speech by drinking some milk, perhaps to calm his nerves.
Y/n remained in place without moving. She looked at Anthony strangely, as if doubting that those words had even come out of his mouth.
"It was silly of me to ask—"
"No," she interrupted him. "It's fine. I would actually like to go and spend time with your sisters. They are lovely. I shall go get ready then."
"Aren't you going to have breakfast with me first?"
"Lord Bridgerton, I've been eating breakfast alone since we got married and I came to live with you. I think you can handle doing the same for a day. Excuse me." she said with an exaggerated smile, turning her back on him and starting to go back to her room. However, she turned back to go get a cake that was on the table. "But I'm hungry so I will eat this in my chambers."
"Call me Anthony!" he exclaimed before she was completely gone. He had a desperate look, almost looking like he needed to hear his name come out of her lips.
"No."
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Like every year, the Queen decided to throw a ball to celebrate the Diamond of the Season. The most eligible maiden on the marriage market. Y/n still remembers the first ball she attended — Daphne was the diamond of the season, but Y/n also managed to dance with a few suitors. Of course, in the end, she didn't end up marrying any of them. However, the nerves she felt at that ball were equal to or less than what she felt today: her first ball married to Anthony.
The Viscount and Viscountess had entered together, her hand resting on his arm, followed by Violet and the rest of his siblings. Tonight they would have to be on the lookout for suitors who might want to dance with Francesca, the diamond of the season.
Anthony quietly appreciated his wife. She looked breathtaking in her dress, her hair neatly tied back that showed off her majestic earrings, given by Anthony on their wedding day. He was proud to have a wife like Y/n, and he regreted that he hadn't shown it since day one.
While the Bridgertons started to go their own way, interacting with other people and dancing, Y/n preferred to stay in the corner watching the couples dancing. She longed to experience that with Anthony, but not in a forced way like some were. No, she wanted it to be felt, for them to dance to the music and really appreciate that moment.
But instead of her husband approaching her, it was another man, Earl Cavendish. Y/n remembered some moments when she had already seen him, as he was looking to get married this season. As she approached her, with a confident air, Y/n lowered her head to compliment him, "Good afternoon, Earl Cavendish."
"Lady Bridgerton, a pleasure to meet you. I must say, you look flawless. Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with me?" he extended his hand.
Y/n's eyes widened, not knowing what to do. People had already started looking at them, whispering among themselves. However, she didn't have to respond to the invitation as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and bring her closer to him.
"Excuse me, Earl Cavendish, but I want to have the pleasure of dancing with my beautiful wife first." Anthony said with his jaw clenched, looking him up and down menacingly. "I'm sure you will be able to find other ladies to dance with tonight. Just not my wife."
The two men looked at each other for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to back down. Anthony grew more and more furious, her wrists clenching and bringing Y/n even closer to him, but careful not to hurt her.
"Very well. I shall leave. I hope to see you again someday, Lady Bridgerton."
"I will —" Anthony began by exclaiming in anger as the Earl walked towards another woman, not having liked the way he looked at what was his.
"You will do nothing." the Viscountess snapped coldly. "I can't understand you, you ignore me, you treat me badly, and then you act protective when another man shows interest in me? I never said anything about you having lovers, even though I didn't like that in our marriage."
"What? I've never disrespected our marriage like that, Y/n. In the past I've done a lot of things, but since we got married the only woman I'll look at and touch is you. I don't want anyone else."
"You have a funny way of showing it." she laughed sarcastically, feeling increasingly emotional. "I have to go get some air. You should go check on Francesca again."
Feeling the cold night air, Y/n's heart began to calm down. It was so difficult having to deal with Anthony's changes of attitude, she couldn't understand him. She just wanted to be loved, and since that wasn't possible, she preferred that they stay as far away from each other as possible since being friends didn't seem to be an option either.
"I'm sorry." the voice she had come to know so well whispered behind her. Y/n refused to turn around, leaning against the balcony and taking deep breaths to control her emotions. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I know that marrying me shouldn't have been your choice either, but I was scared. I was scared to have a wife, because that meant I had another person in my life that I could lose ."
She finally had the courage to turn around and look into Anthony's brown eyes. They held back tears and showed the sadness, regret and anger that Anthony felt.
"I'm so angry with myself for the way I treated you. You deserve so much better than this. And I'm sorry I couldn't give you that. The cruel words I said to you but didn't mean. I was scared to let you in. in my heart, so I tried to push you away. Believe that all I want is to have you in my arms. To love you. To start a family with you. Please, I promise I will do better. And every day I will try to reward you for what you do.
"Lord Bridgerton—"
"Please, call me Anthony. It pains me when you call me like that. Reminds me that I was… Am so close to losing the best thing of my life. I will kneel before you and beg for forgiveness if that's what you want." he murmured with a hand over his heart, beginning to kneel on the ground without hesitation.
"There is no need for that… Anthony." she enjoyed seeing the relief and happiness that spread across his face upon hearing his first name. "I just don't understand why you didn't love me? And now you want to try to make our marriage work?"
"That's the thing, I have always loved you. I love you. My whole body, my heart, feels love for you. That has never changed." he revealed desperately. "I was a coward and didn't know how to deal with my feelings. Because they are so strong that my heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest. Please, give me another chance."
"Hmm, I don't now." The look of disappointment was so marked on Anthony's face, almost looking like he was ready to burst into tears, that Y/n stopped his suffering and showed him an amused smile, making him understand that she was joking. "I think I want you to suffer a little more to get my forgiveness."
"I will do anything for you, Y/n. Ask me the world and I will give it to you."
"Such a romantic now, aren't you?" she whispered, admiring his features.
She didn't realize their faces were so close until she felt his nose trace the delicate skin of her cheek. A gasp escaped her mouth, and Anthony took the opportunity to connect their lips in an unforgettable kiss.
Anthony pulled away quicker than he wanted, but he needed to make sure this was really what his wife wanted. "I love you."
"Kiss me again, and maybe I will also tell you that."
And what his wife wanted, he did. The two remained on the balcony, enjoying the comfort the other gave them. They still had a long way to go, but they knew that from that moment on, their lives would change drastically for the better. They had each other.
warnings & info: 18+, straight smut, edging, sub fiyero, praise, handjob, reader described as beautiful, fiyero calls reader a lady, made up professor name lmfao
summary: Fiyero gets himself into an interesting situation.
note: :]
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Fiyero’s mouth was always getting him into trouble.
Most of the time, it wasn’t a problem- he couldn’t care less about whatever “I’m not mad, just disappointed” lecture he was given or what school he was sent to next. Life would go on, wouldn’t it? Everything would start over and he’d just do it all again. Occasionally, he landed in such hot water, he truly did feel a twinge of regret- even if he put on a brave, thoughtless face about it.
This was a bit of both.
Here he was, lying on your bed, hands all but glued down at his sides. His jacket was lost somewhere on the floor, shirt unbuttoned, pants pushed down just far enough for you to get your hands on him. Fiyero couldn’t for the life of him straighten out his expression- brows drawn, mouth open, panting as if he’d run a mile. He couldn’t decide whether he should thank Oz for the feeling or curse his own big mouth for ending up in this position, so close yet so, so far. He couldn’t think much of anything at the moment.
If you asked him to remember what he’d said to get here, he couldn’t tell you.
That morning, Professor Fenneman had paired the two of you for your midterm- a diorama or presentation or something artsy (Fiyero had forgotten already). You’d seemed less than thrilled to be his partner- and you had told him as much, hugging your books tight to your chest as you led him through the halls. You went on about how you knew this wasn’t ideal for him, either, because you were going to put him to work, but that you would be cordial if he would put in a little effort for once, or something like that.
Fiyero had to admit, he hadn’t completely been listening. Not for lack of interest, but rather because you were so distracting. The sun was tangling itself in your hair, illuminating your skin every time you passed a window- he found himself just looking at you, as he often did when he got bored in class. It wasn’t that you were doing something more entertaining than the lectures- you were studious, you took notes and paid attention and, occasionally, raised your hand- but you were much more interesting nonetheless. Your endearing mannerisms, the way your hair shifted as you moved, your obvious beauty- it was all well worth looking at. He’d tried to flirt with you before, believe him, but you’d kindly made it clear you were entirely uninterested. He was an annoying and persistent person, but even he at least had the decency to stop making his infatuation your problem.
“My roommate is out for a couple days,” you’d been saying, walking up to your dorm door and taking out your key. “We can work on our project here, so I can store it safely.”
He’d continued being annoying, of course, once you had settled onto the floor and he’d made himself at home on the end of your bed. You were a lot more relaxed out of the classroom, he realized, meeting his constant jabbering with quick wit and humor. It only added to his interest in you- he was truly never going to get over whatever this was, especially after this.
“Hands.”
Fiyero snapped back to the present, realizing he’d lifted his hands from his sides, reaching toward his now neglected dick. He quickly dropped them back, gasping softly.
Your smile was sickeningly sweet, a stark contrast to the way you were torturing him. “Good job,” you cooed, wrapping your hand around him once more and settling into a quick rhythm. “What happened to that big mouth of yours, hm? You’re listening so well for me.”
He couldn’t help the whine that slipped out of him. It might have been embarrassing, but he’d said and done arguably worse in the last hour since you’d put your hands on him. You played with the pace at which you touched him, watching him oscillate between whined yes’ and pleading whimpers.
“You’re going to kill me,” he managed to gasp, watching your smile grow as you swiped your thumb over the tip of his cock. Oz, he was close- 10 more seconds, maybe, if you let him have that long. Fiyero’s head was growing light, his stomach tightening as-
You answered by stopping completely, then resuming, slowing your pace down considerably. You watched his face fall as he groaned in protest. How many more times were you going to do this to him? “Come on, now,” you murmured, your free hand resting on his leg and tracing circles into his thigh. The sweet touch made all this worse, somehow. “You’ve done so well, Fiyero.” The way you murmured his name went straight to his groin, making him whine again, furrowing his brow. “Just a little longer, yeah?”
Before you’d even finished your sentence, Fiyero was voicing his dissent, gripping the sheets like they were all that was grounding him. “I can’t bear it,” he said simply, watching you through a haze.
You tsked at him, your own eyes cloudy as you pressed a kiss to his stomach. “I don’t believe that,” you murmured, the sensation of your breath fanning against his skin making his eyes flutter closed. “But I’m feeling rather nice today. So, maybe if you ask nicely…”
Fiyero groaned, eyes screwed shut. “P-please.”
Another condescending noise, mimicking the cadence of his plea. “Please what, darling? I can’t read minds, now, can I?”
You slowed your pace impossibly further, an excruciating drag up and down his cock, drawing a rather undignified sound from him. “Please, let me cum.”
“And why should I do that?”
“Wh-” Fiyero’s eyes shot open, brows furrowed in alarm. “I’ve been good! You said so yourself- I’ll- I’ll stop being such a nuisance, I swear it. Please, please-”
He cut himself off with a moan as you picked up the pace for the last time. “Begging is generally not befitting behavior for a prince, but I must say… it looks very pretty on you,” you teased, watching as he got closer and closer to falling apart. A kiss to his chest, a few to his neck, a nip at his ear. He felt like he was going to burst at the seams. “Go on then, Fiyero. You’ve earned it.”
His pleas grew louder, all his effort going to keeping his hands to his sides- he couldn’t ruin this when he was so close. Finally, the tension in his stomach snapped, and Fiyero bucked into your hand, letting out a long, drawn out cry as he came.
Swears spilled from his lips, stars dancing behind his eyelids as you murmured your approval- a soothing stream of “that’s it” and “so good for me”. Fiyero blindly reached out and pulled you down by the back of your neck, panting and whining into your mouth as you continued stroking him until he’d come down from the high.
He was utterly wrecked, lying there on your bed as you let him go and grabbed a tissue. You cleaned off your hand, then, almost painfully gently, wiped him clean as well, tucking him back into his pants. His stomach was still settling, chest heaving as he watched you move.
“Need a minute?” You asked, your tone the same light, teasing thing that had been tormenting him this whole time.
Fiyero shook his head. “Many minutes. Hours.”
You raised one eyebrow. “Hours? I guess I’ll push our studying to tomorrow, hm?” You sat on the edge of the bed, stretching your arms over your head before starting to stand.
Fiyero pushed himself up to sit, reaching out to take your hand. “Wait,” he started, watching you turn to look at him in surprise. “If we have until tomorrow to study, then… surely we should take advantage of the rest of the day, yes?” An easy smile slid onto his face- the charming smooth talker was back. “We wouldn’t want to waste our time, would we?”
You couldn’t help the chuckle you let out, or the flustered expression on your face- it was almost silly, he thought, how easily you two switched places. Wasn’t he the one laying vulnerable on your bed just a moment before, begging you to show a little mercy? The contrast sent electricity down his spine.
“Really, Fiyero,” you were saying, “it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to tire you.”
He was shaking his head before you’d stopped talking. “Tired? You underestimate me, love- I don’t think I could ever be tired of this.” He let his eyes trail over you before meeting your gaze again. “Of you.” Fiyero rose to his knees, shirt still hanging open as he pulled you along so that you lay where he’d been on the bed. You followed his guidance, biting your lip as he hovered over you, one of his hands supporting him by your head, the other playing with the buttons of your blouse. “What gentleman doesn’t ensure he’s taken care of a lady?”
He waited, toying with your blouse, eyes trained on yours. He could see the gears turning in that magnificent brain of yours before you grinned up at him. “Well, then,” you whispered coyly. “Show me what a gentleman does, Fiyero.”
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 6.4k
Summary: You’re a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after you’ve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month.
Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial.
a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!
As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement.
You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again."
She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.
Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.
The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable.
You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest.
Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.
He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.
Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"
“Mhm,” you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, “It comes and goes..”
Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.
He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.
You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath.
Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.
"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.
You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting.
Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.
He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Uh,” you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. “No, I’m not quite sure..” your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.
Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."
“I guess I’m just,” you try to come up with an excuse. “I just have a lot of things going on, huh?” you grin up at him stiffly.
The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.
"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."
He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."
“Oh..” you lick your lip, “I guess I’m just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains aren’t a good sign..” your gaze falls to the tiled floor.
Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."
“What.. what do you mean?” your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare.
Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.
"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."
You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. “Oh?”
Carlisle’s gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.
He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"
You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. “Like what? Doctor Cullen?” you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence.
Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.
He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to."
“I don't-” you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. “I don't think I know what you mean…” your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you.
Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.
"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."
You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically.
His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.
He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."
“Doctor..” you start, voice soft and full of desperation.
Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.
"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."
“I..” your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. “I’ve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.” you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession.
Carlisle’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.
"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."
He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"
“I want you to touch me..” you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.
"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."
You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisle’s hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.
You shiver at his cold skin against you, “Doctor,” you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullen’s lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.
“Tell me, princess,” he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. “Where do you want my hands? You’ve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, haven’t you? Now’s your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.”
“I want you to,” you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. “Touch me, here, between my legs..” you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.
“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “And how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?” he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.
You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.
He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
“Yes..” you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.
"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties.
“Please… stop teasing me..” you whine, desperate for his touch.
Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle.
"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul.
"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.
You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"
With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch.
His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.
"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"
Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.
Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true."
He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.
You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."
Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you.
Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core.
The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice.
The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue.
You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.
Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch.
His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper.
He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter.
The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.
Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. “You're quite the picture, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.
He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. “You know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,” he says, his voice deceptively casual
You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.
"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.
“You’re such a tease,” you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisle’s smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. “But what about you Doctor?” your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection.
Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.
"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.
“Who will take care of you?” you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisle’s hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes.
He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"
You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullen’s eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.
"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."
You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth.
His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire.
The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.
His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax.
The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure.
Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.
His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need.
The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke.
The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.
You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.
Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue.
His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure.
His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point.
He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. “You're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Taking advantage of my good nature like that.”
He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. “But I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,” he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.
“Then maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,” you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively.
"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullen’s gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.
He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,” he murmurs.
You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.
His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.
You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. “Doctor..” you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.
"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.
“I want..” you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. “Your hand wasn't enough… I need more of you..” your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs.
Carlisle’s breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.
"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.
“Please doctor?” the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.
"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.“
“I want you to fuck me, please..” you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisle’s eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.
He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"
With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs.
You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room.
You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires.
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure.
The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.
As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.
Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room.
His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete.
The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release.
"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch.
His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table.
"I’ll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.
Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold.
And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent.
You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist.
You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.
You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will.
You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw.
You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.
“You can let go now.” he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity.
The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling.
His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation.
As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive.
You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions.
The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.
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Summary: You joined the 107th Regiment as a medic to both serve your country and make sure that your younger brother always has someone watching his back. But then the worst thing imaginable happens and it feels like your whole world has fallen apart. Enter the charming new Sergeant Bucky Barnes, who can’t seem to stay away from you. Somehow, he manages to stitch together the broken pieces of your heart that you thought could never be mended. But war is ugly, and a secret organization called HYDRA has plans in place that no one could have ever seen coming. It’s up to the both of you - and a few other friends - to work together to take them down.
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Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
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You placed all the clean dishes on the rack to dry them and wiped your hands on a towel. Your otherwise silent house was filled by the light buzz of the TV acting like the background sound to your life.
You mindlessly made your way towards the sofa and sank down in it. You began scrolling through random channels in the hope of finding something interesting to see.
Usually, your evenings were busy with either checking the papers or planning the next day’s lectures. But during the vacations, you had nothing more to do than relax.
You were almost about to doze off sitting in front of the TV when you heard someone ring your doorbell. You checked the watch hanging on the wall and gulped nervously.
It was too late for anyone to visit you. Who would it be? Walking on your tips toes, trying to make as minimum sound as possible, you reached the door and peeked through the peephole.
You were shocked when you saw who it was. Andy Barber, assistant DA and father of your student. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at your door at this hour in the night.
Your heart ached for the Barbers, it really did. Jacob was your student and though the kid was a little odd, he didn’t look like a murderer. The family had to go through too much, especially Andy.
Even after everything was settled and Laurie and Jacob were now back from the hospital, you could see it in their eyes that they weren’t the same people anymore.
The family was the talk of the town and it wasn’t really a secret that the couple was having issues in their marriage. The long buried secrets were now out in the open and the truth was harsh and cold.
You had visited Jacob while he was still admitted in the hospital after the accident. And then you had seen Andy, sitting outside his child’s room like the helpless father he was.
You had seen how broken he was. His usual lustre and confidence was drained out and what was left behind was a hollow shell devoid of its previous glory.
After that, you had seen him on many occasions, jogging in the park, dropping Jacob to school, bumping in the grocery store and the list went on.
All these times, he smiled and tried to talk joyfully but yet there was something behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite tap. There was this deep darkness that you tried not to think of.
You closed your eyes and thought for a minute before putting up your best smile and opening the door. “Hello Mr. Barber!” You tried to sound cheerful.
“Hi! I know this is a terrible time. But… I just…” Andy closed his eyes and sighed. He knew that you were looking on with concerned eyes as he pretended to be regretful.
“I’m sorry. This is so inappropriate of me. I should probably go.” He said as if realising his mistake. He knew you’d stop him. And that’s exactly what happened. Oh, you were so sweet. He couldn’t wait to taste you.
“Oh no. Please wait. What happened?” Your worry was eminent in your voice as you stopped him. He looked so tired, his eyes were sunken and you didn’t have it in yourself to turn him away.
“Can I… can I talk to you?” His voice was breaking and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He once oozed confidence and assurance, but now he looked so hesitant.
“Sure! Please come in.” Andy gave you a small smile and entered the house. But in his heart, he was grinning like the wolf who had just been invited to the lamb’s house for dinner, not knowing she was dinner herself.
He had his eyes on you right from before the shitstorm hit his life. But you were so busy in your own little world, you never noticed the way his eyes leered at you.
There was just something about you that was so comforting, he found it irresistible. He was tired of his cold hard life, he wanted something warm to bask in.
“I just… I just wanted someone to talk to. And this is the first place I thought of. I’m sorry if I’m overstepping.” He better get his reward for this Oscar winning acting.
“No no. It’s completely fine. I mean I did tell you I’m here if you ever wanted to talk. And people say I’m a good listener.” The couch wasn’t big enough and so you sat right next to Andy.
It was too late in the night, but if you could do something to help Andy, you most definitely would. You switched off the TV to give your complete attention to Andy.
“I don’t have anyone to just chat with. My friends and family pity me, and I don’t want their pity. Even Laurie doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.” It was a lie, Laurie did want to ‘improve their relationship’, he was the one who didn’t want that.
“Oh Andy…” you placed your hand on Andy’s and gently started rubbing his skin with your thumb. It wasn’t a thought out action, just an instinct you blindly followed.
Your eyes fixated on your hand and you couldn’t help but think how small it was in Andy’s comparison. The sudden realisation of how big he was made your cunt throb. That was probably bad.
Andy was undeniably a gorgeous man and it was only natural that you felt attracted towards him. His electric blue eyes and the slightly crooked nose only added to his charm.
You had seen him half naked once, while swimming in the public pool, and you still hadn’t forgotten his magnificent body. His hard abs and sculpted back made him look like some Greek god come to life.
But everytime you thought about Andy in a certain way, you felt immense guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. He was a married man and the father of your student, you couldn’t afford to let anyone know of your thoughts.
“Will you be my friend?” Andy asked in a gruff voice. He was hyper focused on the way you were gently rubbing your thumb on his hand and he knew it was supposed to be a gesture to soothe him, but he couldn’t help but get hard.
Control yourself Andy. You’ve waited for so long, just some time more. He wanted so bad to just hold your hand and kiss you hard, but he couldn’t do that. Not yet.
“Of course I’ll be your friend Andy!” You said in a chipper tone. You needed to have some personal space because having Andy this close wasn’t helping you any. “I’ll get you some chamomile tea, it’s the best for relaxing and we can talk over it.”
That was not the kind of relaxation he was looking for. As you got up from besides him, Andy’s hand shot out and held your wrist. “There’s no need for that, just.. just sit besides me? Please.”
Andy had to make acting his strong suit for working in the court. He knew he could sway the juries and the judge with fake sympathy whenever he wanted to. And he did the same to you.
All he had to do was shed some tears and you were right by his side. He didn’t let go of your hand this time and instead leaned his face against your shoulder.
You sat straight as the gesture felt too intimate. You could feel his wet tears fall on your skin and you shivered with the sensation.
On the other hand, Andy couldn’t control himself anymore. He started laying little kisses on the bare column of your neck and inhaled in your scent.
At first you thought Andy’s lips were wobbling near your skin. But then you realised that he was in fact gently kissing your skin. You gasped at the realisation, “Andy…”
“Hmmm…” he hummed against your skin and the closeness was making you more breathless. His lips travelled up your neck until he kissed your special spot and you sucked in a breath.
Andy, after realising you were sensitive there, sucked on the spot before laving it with his tongue. You closed your eyes and arched your neck as he now started nibbling.
“You’re so responsive.” Andy’s hot breath fell on the shell of your ear as he spoke. You preened at the praise and let out a little moan and Andy smiled.
“You’re married and I… I can’t do this.” You said this yet didn’t move from your place. “Divorced. Just the paperwork is left.” Andy replied back.
You both knew it was equivalent of saying that you’ve studied for the exam, just not the chapters in the syllabus. But you still excepted it. Because you wanted this just as bad as him.
You turned your head until you were face to face with him. His eyes were sparkling in the dim lights of the house. You cupped his cheek with your hand and placed a hesitant kiss on the corner of his lips.
This was better than he had expected. Andy smiled before firmly pressing his lips to yours. Andy relished in the little moans you were giving and he was determined in making you writhed under him.
Andy’s lips were softer than you had expected as you kissed him. He nudged your lips with his tongue and you willingly opened your mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and you pushed yourself closer to him.
Andy placed his hands on your hips and pulled you up until you were straddling his lap. “You’re so soft and gentle. Just like an Angel. My Angel.”
You could feel how hard he was in his pants and you didn’t want to stop yourself anymore. Putting aside your inhibitions, you settled over his lap and grinded down on him.
“Fuck..” Andy grunted as he felt your heat through the clothes. His hands slipped under your shirt and rubbed his calloused hands on your smooth skin.
He pulled up your shirt and his eyes took in the way your tits were encased in your bra. He snapped open your bra and started kneading your breasts.
You chanted his name as his hot mouth sucked on your pebbled nipples. You entwined your fingers in his fluffy hair like you were dying to do since you’d first seen him.
The fact that he was still married and what you were doing was a taboo was only adding to the thrill of the whole act. Seeing his wet lips around your tits was making you gush between your legs.
When Andy unlatched himself, the cold prickled your skin which was wet with saliva. “Andy, please..!” You needed him badly and you needed him now.
“Yes my Angel. I can’t wait either.” You both quickly began undressing. You openly gasped at Andy’s physique once he was naked.
His body looked like it was carved out from marble by some great artist. You wondered why Laurie would ever leave this specimen.
You gulped when your eyes landed on his big cock. The head was thick and leaking precum. You could trace the prominent veins with your eyes and you moaned with just thinking about how it would feel inside you.
Andy’s eyes were equally devouring your body. The fire that burnt behind his eyes made you feel more wanted than you ever had.
Andy took a seat on the couch and started stroking his hard cock while keeping eye contact with you. You were about to straddle him again when his hands found your hips and made you turn around and then sit on his lap.
This way, your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard length against your ass. He pulled you back, closer to himself, and spread your legs until they were dangling from his thighs and your cunt was spread open.
You both were sitting in front of the blank TV and you could see your blurry reflection in it and it was making the situation even more erotic.
Andy’s hand travelled ahead and dipped in your wet folds. Your pussy was throbbing with need as Andy rubbed your petals and collected your slick before putting those fingers in your open mouth.
“Such for me Angel.” For a moment, you were dumbstruck with the action but you quickly collected your gears and did as he said. You could taste your own slick and the filthy action made you even more aroused.
“Good girl!” Andy praised when you got his fingers slobbering wet with your saliva. His fingers once again paid attention to your clit before pushing them into your clenching hole.
Your back arched and you settled yourself in Andy’s arms as he kept pumping his fingers in you. The room was filled with the wet squelch of his fingers and you wanted to hide your face in shame.
His long fingers were reaching spots you didn’t know existed previously. His two fingers were making you feel so full, you just knew you were going to be choking on air when he fucked you with his cock.
His palm was rubbing your swollen clit as his fingers curled inside you. Andy’s other arm was holding you in place as you couldn’t help but squirm on his fingers.
“Look at you, my Angel. You are glowing.” Andy said as he licked off the sweat from your neck. “You’re so tight that you’re barely taking my fingers. I’m gonna stretch your little pussy so good on my cock.”
Listening to Andy, assistant DA and a very reputable lawyer, dirty talk in your ear was a complete power trip. His fingers had now increased the speed and your legs were trembling.
Your orgasm hit you like a train, sudden and enormous. Your legs clamped shut around his hand as you shook from the intensity of it.
Andy once again pushed your legs open and when you were still going through the aftershocks, he rubbed the head of his cock over your fluttering hole making your sensitivity shoot up.
“It’sss too big!” Your words were slurring as the reality of how big he was in your comparison sank in. “Shhh, I know you can take it. Trust me.” The last two words left no space for argument.
Andy groaned when he just pushed his head into your tight heat. He had planned to go slow, but he lost all patience and entered you in a single hard stroke.
You whimpered when Andy filled you up and clutched his bicep for support. It felt like his thick cock was splitting you in two, and it probably was.
When Andy pulled back only to push in again, his cock rubbed all the sensitive spots on your delicate walls. True to his words, his cock indeed was stretching you so well that you were drooling.
You let Andy do all the work as he thrusted his hips up into you and you laid back on Andy’s broad chest. You twisted your head around and kissed Andy as good as you could.
His fingers weaved in your hair and held you in place as his lips attached to yours. Your mouth just fell open as Andy lazily licked into it as he began fucking you harder.
Andy’s fingers snaked below and started playing with your clit and you closed your eyes with relief. Your toes curled as Andy pressed tight circles on your nub.
Andy groaned as he felt you clenched around him. He was finally getting what he wanted for so long and this was so much better than he had expected.
He had thought that he’d have one taste of you and it would be enough to satisfy him. But he was so wrong. Now, he wanted you even more the before.
You were like a drug. One taste and he only craved you more. But he smiled when he realised he had the same effect on you. You were so completely gone for him just like he was gone for you.
“My Angel, you look divine!” He mumbled in your ear as he saw the way your eyes were heavy lidded and your mouth was partially open and the way your hair was gracing your head made it look like an halo.
But if you were an Angel, he was the devil. He was getting off on ruining you for anyone else except him. He wanted to be the only one seeing you like this, all beautiful and serene for him.
Sitting on the couch was limiting his movement and he wanted to go harder with the possessive streak. He manhandled you until you were leaning on the table in front of the couch and he was holding your hips as he fucked you from behind while standing up.
Your hands were shaking and you were barely holding yourself up to stop from falling face first onto the wooden table. Andy was reaching you even deeper from this position and you couldn’t stop your moans.
“Good girl. Scream for me Angel.” One of his hand was holding your hips up while the other was clutching your tresses to keep you from falling.
“Andy…!” You screamed his name as you came again. Colours exploded behind your eyelids and you felt yourself fall crashing down from a cliff into the waves of pleasure.
Unable to hold yourself anymore, you were nearly about to crash before Andy held you by your shoulders instead of your hair and pulled you back.
Andy couldn’t stave himself any longer as your walls pulsed around him. With a loud grunt, he came inside you. “Take this Angel. Take it nice and deep. Let me fill you up until you’re leaking with me.”
Andy gently lowered you on the couch before sinking down besides you. You were panting and twitching as you took your time coming down from the high.
Andy got up from besides you and you instantly missed his warmth so you pulled him back. “Don’t worry Angel. I ain’t going anywhere, let me take care of you.”
You smiled hazily as you thought Andy would actually look after you but you gasped when he settled himself in between your legs which were still spread apart as you didn’t have the energy to sit straight.
Andy smirked up at you before peeking his tongue out and licking a long stripe of your pussy. Andy’s cum mixed with your slick was leaking out of your hole and seeing him lick it all up was the filthiest thing you’d ever seen.
You were already much too sensitive and you nearly screamed when Andy flicked your clit before sucking on it. Your held Andy by his hair and you didn’t know whether to push him away or let him continue.
His blue eyes were intensely staring at your face while he laved your pussy like a starved man. Andy continued his ministrations until you were wet with your slick and his saliva and the proof of your previous act was no more.
You sighed when he stood up and though you didn’t cum again, you were happy. But that was until you saw Andy was hard again too. His cock was standing hard and proud right in front of you as he jerked it a few times with his hand.
“Can’t keep you empty, can I?” He asked as he pushed your legs over his shoulders before entering you. You were nearly bent in half and he was deeper than anyone had ever been.
Your eyes rolled back as he started fucking you with renewed vigour. Your hands were too tired to hold him so you just lazily clutched the fabric of your couch as he pounded into you.
His hips snapping into yours was making the couch shake with force. Your open mouth was making soft moans as your brain has turned to mush to comprehend words.
This angle was making Andy hit your spot perfectly and it didn’t take much for you to cum again. Your body gave weak tremors as you experienced one of the best orgasms you ever had.
In your orgasmic haze, you felt Andy fill you up again as he spewed filth which you loved but were too tired to notice. Andy kissed your calf as he came deep inside you.
You felt his cum gushing out of you again when he pulled out. He laid your legs back down with care before plopping down on the carpet below. You looked on as his chest heaved with pants.
You locked eyes with each other and a smile spread on both of your lips at your disheveled states. You put your hand down from the couch where you were laying and lazily stroked Andy’s now messy hair.
Andy couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he didn’t care about what happened tomorrow, because tonight he had the one person he wanted above all else, his Angel.
