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House of Cards(Jimin-BTS)
Requested by: LuvKookieMonster97
~Insecure again, dangerous again. So bad (why?) us, yeah. Enduring more, holding out. So hard (hard), we can't. Even if you already knew, we couldn't stop. No way, no way, no way, falling. As time passes by we only mess it up even more. No way, no way, it's collapsing again~
Third person POV:
Y/n sat on a stool in the kitchen as she waited for the noodles to finish cooking in order to finish making dinner. Park Jimin, her husband, wasn't home yet and she was starting to get worried. He had been coming home later and later these past couple of weeks and every night he'd home he'd wash up and go to bed, not greeting y/n or kissing her goodnight. She didn't know what had been happening lately, they were fighting more and she was barely getting any sleep because she worried he'd leave her.
Park Jimin, on the other hand, was sitting at his desk as his cute little new secretary came in and gave him a smile as she sat some papers down. He gave her a smile back and watched as she walked away, she was an adventure for him and the reason he stayed late after work. Every night he stayed after he felt guilty, knowing his faithful wife was waiting for him at home, but r/g/n was new and untouchable making him even more curious to know what it'd be like to spend more time with her that wasn't business. Sighing, he looked to the clock and decided that he'd stayed long enough and that he needed to go home but before he could g/n walked in and leaned on his desk. Giving him a smile that meant nothing but trouble.
Your POV:
You were worried, now sitting at the table in front of a cold dinner and looking at your cell on the counter. Deciding that you'd had enough you went and picked up your phone to give your husband a call. Though you got even more worried when it went straight to voice mail, so you called once more praying that nothing bad had happened. Finally giving up you sighed and set it back down on the counter, before picking up the food and heading to bed.
"Happy Anniversary, love." You said as you looked over to the empty side of the bed, then frowned and scooted over feeling more at ease and letting a small smile cover your face as you drifted off to sleep.
~A house made of cards, and us inside. Even if you say you see the end, even if you say it'll collapse soon. A house made of cards, and stupidly, us. Even if you say it's a useless dream, just stay a little more like this. Like there's no tomorrow. Like there's no next time. Everything that you've done in front of my eyes it's a complete darkness. Say it like you mean it. In the end, we can't make it. Even so, I keep hoping. Even at the end, if you're with me, I'm okay~
Jimin's POV:
Jimin shut the front door quietly and locked it as he came home to a dark house, noticing the candle that was sitting on the table his eyes widening as he realized what day it was. Cursing at himself he took his shoes and jacket off glancing up the stairs that led to a dark hallway. He bit his lip and thought of ways to make it up to you as he headed into the kitchen and grabbed the leftovers from the dinner he had not made it to. One glance at all his favorite dishes and he shut the fridge and fought back tears as he headed up the stairs, deciding to go to bed.
Now finished with his shower and everything he stood at the side of the bed, a small smile lighting his face as he stared down at the beautiful woman that lay on his side of the bed clutching his pillow to her chest. He sat on the side and pushed strands of hair from her face as he admired her beauty, even while she was sleeping.
"Jagi," he chocked out as a tear slid down his face, "Mianhae."
He placed his face in his hands and let the tears out, silently crying as to not wake you. He felt awful, for even thinking about deceiving you. Of course he could never go through with something like that so when she offered he declined, deciding to take the right path and just leave. Soon he'd have to get her moved and get a new one and he wasn't going to fire her, it wasn't right. But he just needed to get her away from him. He just needed to actually look at how lucky he was to have y/n as his wife and realize that he didn't need anything else but her.
Your POV:
You opened your eyes sleepily and blinked as your eyes strained to see in the dark, trying to seek out what was making the noise that had woken you. It sounded like quiet sobs and your eyebrows drew together in confusion when your eyes landed on the slumped over Jimin, who was sitting beside you on the bed.
"Oppa?" You called out as you turned the lamp on and your eyes widened in surprise when he turned to face you, his eyes red from crying with tears streaking his cheeks.
~Even if you already knew, we couldn't stop. No way, no way, no way, falling. As time passes by we only mess it up even more. No way, no way, it's collapsing again. A house made of cards, and us inside. Even if you say you see the end, even if you say it'll collapse soon. A house made of cards, and stupidly, us. Even if you say it's a useless dream, just stay a little more like this~
"J-Jagi," he said before turning and wiping his eyes and cheeks. "Did I wake you? Mianhae."
"Ani, are you okay? Why are you crying?"
"Ah- Ani, it's nothing."
You sat up and set your hand on his shoulder, "If it's about missing our anniversary than don't worry it's-"
"Ani, it's not that." Jimin sighed and turned to face you grabbing your hands in his. "Y/n, I have to tell you something."
"Okay," you told him as you gave him a smile of encouragement.
"Y/n, don't look at me like that. You do that and I hate myself even more," he said suddenly as he stood and paced beside the side of the bed.
"Like what?"
"Like you'd trust me with your life! Like you love me that much!"
"But I do, oppa what is going on? Talk to me," you said as you kneeled on the bed and grabbed his hands pulling him towards yourself.
His forehead fell against yours as he let out a sob and more tears fell, "Mianhae jagiya. I'm the worst husband and I don't deserve you."
You watched in silence as he confessed everything; the feelings he's been having, the doubts, almost doing something he'd regret forever, all of it. And you listened, you didn't interrupt or yell and that was what worried him into silence after he was finished. He couldn't even bring himself to look at you, scared that if he did he'd see the hatred you surely had for him. But he was shocked when you cupped his face in his hands and leaned forward kissing him softly on the forehead.
~Slow down the time, please stay just for a little more oh please Baby. Calm down, just a little more. More insecure, more dangerous. So bad (so bad) us, yeah. Enduring more, holding out. So hard, it's collapsing again. A house made of cards, and us inside. Even if you say you see the end, even if you say it'll collapse soon. A house made of cards, and stupidly, us. Even if you say it's a useless dream, just stay a little more like this~
"Jimin-ah," you called out softly looking into his now open eyes. "Thank you. Thank you for telling me and feeling the guilt, thank you for coming home and choosing me. I love you."
He stared at you with wide eyes as you smiled at him, the sweetest smile he's ever seen. And it hit him all over again, he fell in love with you all over again. He smiled and leaned forward, making you fall back on the bed and he quickly leaned above you.
"I love you, y/n. Thank you for coming into my life and loving me."
"Oppa~ You realize you still have to make tonight up to me right?"
"Oh? Well then should I make it up to you now?"
"Yah! Don't even think about it!"
He laughed and shook his head down at you, "Pabo." Then closing his eyes he leaned down and kissed you, making sure to put all of his old and new-found feelings into the kiss. He made sure to let you know through that kiss that he'd never stray again and show you how much he loved you for loving him.
house of cards ; damon salvatore [part 2]
part 2 to you’re looking at me like you don’t know who i am
prompt: a girl found her way into the eldest salvatore brothers’ heart, but sometimes the hardest thing to do is know when to walk away
songs i listened to while writing to set the vibe: sweater weather – the neighborhood, adore you – harry styles, perfect 10 – red velvet
word count: 5,100 words
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“카드로 만든 집 바보같이 우린 헛된 꿈이래도 이대로 조금 더 stay”
“a house made of cards, we’re like idiots . . . even if it’s a vain dream, stay like this a little more”
-
Winter was approaching, and everyone in Mystic Falls knew it. Coats were being put in shop windows and mannequins in the mall donned knit hats and gloves. Angel Robicheaux’s arm was linked with her best friend Caroline’s as they walked towards the exit, bags in their hands. It was barely 8 PM, but it looked like it was midnight outside.
“Bye, Caroline. Drive safe.”
“You too. Tell your brother I said hi, will you?” Angel agreed and the two hugged goodbye. Caroline drove away as Angel hurried to get in her car and turn the heater on. She was wearing a on oversized pumpkin spice colored pullover tucked into a light grey plaid skirt. The skirt’s grey matched the pair of long, suede boots she was wearing. She was dressed for the weather, but it was still biting cold to her. If this is how cold it was now, what would it be like later on?
Angel sighed and shook the cold off, dumping her bags into the passenger seat before turning her headlights on. She let out a scream at the sight before her: a man was standing in front of her car with a hoodie on. He was gone a second later, leaving her to wonder if she was going crazy. Angel gripped the steering wheel hard; she had to be seeing things, right? She wanted to believe it so bad, but the fear that was climbing in her chest told her it was real. She hadn’t been this scared since she saw Damon kill that sophomore outside The Grill. She shook her head and put her car in drive. Even if it was real, the man was gone; nothing she could do about it now.
She pulled out of the parking lot and began her journey home, thoughts racing.
Was this someone Damon sent to stalk her? Would Damon really do that? Angel knew practically nothing about Damon; she didn’t even know if Stefan was aware his brother was a vampire. Angel had tried her best to keep Caroline away from the Salvatores, but there was only so much she could do without saying “hey, by the way, he’s a vampire. He kills people for fun. Saw him kill someone from our school a month ago and that’s why we broke up!” So, unsurprisingly, Caroline was hanging around with him often. There were too many times that she had walked into The Grill only to turn around and walk right back out at the sight of Damon sitting at the bar, often downing three fingers of whiskey.
She was scared of him; she didn’t know what he was capable of. The night they had broken up and she had dropped the bracelet he gave her on the sidewalk, it was back on her vanity before she had even gotten home. She knew that meant Damon could get into her house, so she became obsessed with locking every door and window behind her, no matter how many times her brother had to bang on the front door for her to let him in after work. When anyone asked why the two had broken up, she just responded with a “he felt a little too old for me.” She never mentioned her fear of him to anyone besides herself.
Because of this, The Grill had an atmosphere Angel didn’t like, but it was the only place in Mystic Falls that she could hang out with her friends regularly, so she had to get over her discomfort. Eventually, as the month passed, Damon caught on to her lowering fears and began to back off. Instead of her walking out at the sight of him, he walked out at the sight of her. Her friends stopped pointing him out to her whenever he entered, as they knew he was just going to turn right back around. Slowly, Angel’s life returned to normal – well as normal as possible with the knowledge that her ex-boyfriend was a vampire.
-
Angel turned her car off after she pulled into her spot in the garage. She grabbed her bags from the passenger seat and headed in, her car letting out a small honk to signal she had locked it. She twisted the doorknob open and pushed the door in with her foot so that her bags wouldn’t get crushed. She had almost forgotten about the man in the parking lot until she saw him holding her brother at the base of the stairs, a knife to his neck. Her bags hit the ground in shock and the sound echoed through the house.
“Close the door and lock it.” He threatened, the knife pressing closer to her brother’s neck. Angel nodded and slowly made her way to close the door.
“Don’t listen to him, sis! Run!” The man took her brother’s head and hit it against the railing before placing the knife back to his throat.
It was very clear that this man was a vampire, and if Angel tried to run, she had a feeling both she and her brother would die. So, the door closed, and the lock made a clicking sound when she turned it.
“What do you want?” Angel asked, swallowing the fear in her throat, “Did Damon send you to watch me?”
“Mention his name again and I will kill both of you.” Angel nodded, tears beginning to prick at the corner of her eyes.
He motioned her to walk up the stairs, turning him and his hostage around as they followed her to her room. “Give me it.”
Angel shook her head, tears falling on her cheeks, “Please let him go. We don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Blood dripped down her brother’s throat from the pressure of the knife. She could see his chest heaving. The man was not going to believe her, and she could tell. “Give me the journal. I know you have it.”
“Look,” Angel sobbed, throwing all the books she could find onto her bed. “I don’t have any journal. Please let him go.”
The vampire grew angry, not understanding that she really didn’t have it. He motioned his head towards her cork board; the pictures of the two of them kissing in the photo booth were still up. Every time Angel tried to take them down to forget about him, she couldn’t help but think of Caroline telling her that Damon had never done that for anyone else. “You obviously are his partner. He gave you the journal to hide. Now give it to me.”
An idea popped into Angel’s head at that moment. She just had to hope it would work; nevertheless, it would at least buy her more time. “You’re right.”
Her brother went to say something, but she silenced him with a look. “I knew it. Give it to me now.”
She made her way over to her vanity where the bracelet sat, untouched. She held it up to him, making things up as she went along, “This is like a key. If you give this to Damon, then he’ll know he can trust you. He’ll tell you where the journal is. All I know is that it’s buried somewhere in the woods. He wouldn’t tell me more.”
He held his hand open to catch the bracelet. Angel threw it to him, not wanting to get any closer than needed. Before he left, he made eye contact with Angel before dropping the knife in his hand and piercing her brother’s neck with his fangs, making him drop to the floor. “Can’t have any witnesses, right?”
Angel screamed, falling to her knees at her brother’s side. She placed her ear to his chest and, upon hearing a faint heartbeat, she stood up and called 911. She was sobbing as she talked to the female dispatcher. She closed her door and made sure every entrance to her room was locked. She paced back and forth, waiting for the ambulance to get there, checking on her brother every few seconds. The fainter his heartbeat got, the more she cried. It felt like hours once she finally heard the sirens. She unlocked her door and ran downstairs, unlocking the front door. “He’s upstairs, please hurry.”
Two policemen kept her from entering her room, saying that they needed room to move him. She watched, tears streaming down her face as the ambulance pulled out of her driveway and sped away. She wasn’t allowed to go with him because she had to give a statement to the police. Angel had never been so angry at authority.
Caroline’s mother, the sheriff, was asking her about what had happened. The two were sitting at her dining room table; Angel’s eyes were empty, and she hadn’t touched the glass of water she had given her when they sat down. “Please, honey, I know it’s hard, but we can’t catch whoever did this without your input.”
Angel recounted the story, making up him wanting a diamond bracelet and him stabbing a fire poker into her brother’s neck instead of biting him. Angel had enough on her plate, she didn’t need to be sent to a psych ward. Neither of the women knew that the other was aware of the existence of vampires; if they did, this whole situation would be a lot easier. For Angel, though, she thought she was the only one aware vampires existed in Mystic Falls, and she thought she was unlucky enough to meet 2 of them.
The sheriff nodded, writing everything down, “I’ll drive you to the hospital honey. Do you want me to call Caroline to wait with you?”
Angel accepted the ride but declined Caroline. No reason to drag her out of bed on a Sunday night to sit in the hospital. Besides, she wanted some alone time; the vampire wouldn’t try to reach out to Damon or her again tonight. They still must’ve thought the two were together, and if Damon was confronted with her bracelet, they would know that Damon would want to check on her first. It was a risk on their part to not wait, and even she knew that.
-
Angel had never thrown up from nerves before, but tonight she was close. The unknowing was what got to her; she didn’t know what Damon was up to, she didn’t know why a vampire showed up at her house, and most of all, she didn’t know if her brother was going to survive.
So, when the doctor came out of the emergency surgery room, Angel had to take her time standing up. “Is he okay?”
Her pulled his mask down and looked at his charts, “He’ll survive, but that attack was nasty. He lost a lot of blood. I don’t think we can allow you to see him tonight, since he’ll be resting, and we can’t let him have any distractions. But, like I said, he’ll survive. Can you by chance make a blood donation?”
Angel nodded immediately, following a nurse the doctor called over into a room to make sure she matched his blood type.
-
It was midnight by the time she left the hospital; she was wearing the same clothes as she was 4 hours ago when she was leaving the mall. Her nerves had calmed down for the most part, but she was too scared to go back to her house and she was too nervous to wake up any of her friends. That’s how she ended up dialing a number she hadn’t dialed in a month; a number she had deleted from her contacts. She just didn’t know what else to do.
He picked up three rings in; his voice was husky from sleep, yet angry from being woken up. It was clear he hadn’t checked the caller ID, “Hello? What could be so important at midnight?”
He seemed to wake up at the sound of Angel’s voice and sniffles, “I – I didn’t know who else to call, I’m sorry.”
Angel could hear him sitting up in bed, his voice filling with concern. This is not how he thought he would talk to Angel again, “No, no, baby. What’s wrong?”
She didn’t comment on him calling her ‘baby,’ mostly because it felt so right that she didn’t even notice it. “I’m at the hospital and I’m – I’m so scared. Please, just, I need someone right now and everyone else is asleep and wouldn’t understand.”
The sound of her crying hurt more than he thought it would; he had never actually heard her cry when they were dating. She was flirty and happy the entire time, only showing negative emotions the night she had broken up with him. “I promise I’ll be there as soon as possible, just stay put. Okay?”
Her voice cracked as she whispered out an agreement.
The pedal was to the floor as Damon backed out of the boarding house. He hadn’t heard her voice in a month, and once he did, it was coated in pain. He was going to kill whatever hurt her. But, that was a promise he had made a while ago as well, and he ended up being the thing that hurt her.
-
Once Damon pulled up to the hospital, he saw her crying form on the bench outside, the streetlight hanging overhead. He was out the front seat in an instant and was standing in front of her the second she stood. Had they been in a different situation, he would’ve commented on how beautiful she looked. However, he was staring at her, her eyes glassy and mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks. She looked up into his eyes and he pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. Her heeled boots weren’t enough to bring her up farther than his neck, so when she wrapped her arms around him, she was still buried in his chest. He missed the feeling of her arms wrapped around him, but the way they squeezed him with so much hurt felt wrong. He wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair as she sobbed.
After a few minutes, she was able to calm down, and he opened the passenger side door to let her in. She took in the familiar smell of old cologne and leather polish; she felt like she had transported herself back to a month ago. If you asked her, that would be her excuse as to why she intertwined her fingers with Damon’s when he got in and started to drive. The drive was silent, Damon not wanting to say something that would cause her to take her hand from his. He thought he had gotten over her 4 Tri-Delts ago, but the fact her voice on the phone was enough for him to drop everything for at midnight was an indicator that he was not, in fact, over her.
When he stopped the car in the boarding house’s driveway, Angel released his hand to let him turn off the car. The two sat there, the outside lamp nearby the only thing giving light. Despite the shadows on her face, Damon could tell she was looking at him as her body turned to the driver’s side of the car. She broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper, “A vampire almost killed my brother tonight.”
Damon’s eyes widened, not knowing what to say, “What?”
She recounted the story, a few tears falling as she talked about her brother almost dying, “I’m sorry for waking you up, but I – I knew you would listen, and I knew you wouldn’t make me go back there. Part of me needed to see you again, and this gave me an excuse to. And, I just don’t know what to do, Damon.”
Damon wiped her tears away, gently grabbing her head and facing it towards him, “Baby, listen to me, you did the right thing.”
She sniffled as she looked up to make eye contact with him, “I need answers, Damon. I don’t want to believe you’re a killer, but I know what I saw, and I know what happened tonight with another vampire.”
He nodded, knowing this time would eventually come. “Let’s get you inside.”
-
Angel emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, when she saw her clothes were folded on the couch in Damon’s room; she never expected to be wearing his clothes again, but here she was, one of his white tee shirts dangling off her body again. He had to stop himself from letting his jaw drop at the sight of her in his clothes once more.
Everything that belonged to her that she kept in Damon’s room hadn’t been touched since she left. Her shampoo was still in the shower, her drawer full of clothes she had ‘just in case’ was still there, and even her Physics notebook she had left on his desk accidentally one day was sitting there, frozen in time. In hindsight, Damon didn’t know how he had managed to convince himself he was over Angel; at least she only had one set of pictures of the two still up.
She sat cross legged at the foot of his bed, looking up to him. He was shirtless, leaving him in just the black sweatpants he had left in; his back was propped up against the headboard, looking back at her. She asked him how he had been turned, and thus began the story of Katherine, Stefan, the church, and Emily Bennett’s spell. Once he finished, an onslaught of questions began.
“How many innocent people have you killed?”
The first question was not an easy one, but Damon knew now was not the time to lie, “Probably in the thousands.”
“Why?”
“I found it fun. Made me feel evil.”
Her response stung a little, but he knew she was telling the truth, “Because it did make you evil. Were all these ‘animal attacks’ you?”
“In the beginning, yes. But, as time went on, more vampires have arrived, and they turned more people. I haven’t killed anyone since that night.”
Angel’s eye contact faltered, remembering the fear she felt that night. How did she not feel it now? “When you, well, – bite – someone do they turn into a vampire?”
“If you’re asking if your brother is going to wake up like me, no. He’ll be human. Normal. In order to turn, you have to have vampire blood in your system, die, and then feed on a human in the next 24 hours, or you’ll fade from existence.”
Damon took notice of her shoulders falling in relief, but she soon followed up with another question, “How old are you?”
“Well, I was born on June 18th, 1839, so over 150 years old.”
Angel’s eyes bulged, “So I was barely 18 when we were dating and you were, like, nine times my age . . . uh, anyway. Why did someone come to me looking for a journal you have?”
Damon’s jaw clenched, angry that it was once again him who caused her harm in the long run. “That’s the question I have.” He looked right into her eyes, bringing back their eye contact, “He won’t be able to even think about hurting you. I’ll see to that.”
Angel scooted a few centimeters back. Damon’s tone and eyes told her that the two vampires wouldn’t be talking out their differences.
“One last question,” her voice was soft, and he saw her once more swallow her fear. He nodded, prodding her to go on, “Were your feelings for me ever real, or was I just something to play with until you got Katherine back?”
Damon couldn’t keep himself seated away from her, and in a second he was sitting across from her, his hands on the side of her head like they were when he had asked her out. “From the second we stopped on that bridge and I saw your smile that went up to your eyes, I was in love with you. I didn’t know it, because at the time I had only ever felt love for one woman. I didn’t know what to do with myself, but I always knew I felt – normal – next to you. When I would throw rocks at your window or when you would hold my hand on the days you dragged me to the park because the sun was out, times like those were what reminded me I had humanity left. You made me forget that I wasn’t human; you made me feel emotions I hadn’t felt in years. When I was with you, I didn’t want to put my fangs in you. I wanted to protect you.”
Angel’s hands were small compared to Damon’s but were warm compared to his. Her hands wrapped around his wrists and pulled his hands off her face. She rested their hands in between the two. “Then why did you try and made me forget that night?”
“Because you were the only person I’ve ever felt the want to grow old with, and I wanted to feel like that forever.”
Angel knew it was wrong. She knew she’d regret it in the morning. But that didn’t stop her. She placed a hand on the back of Damon’s neck and pulled him to her and pressed their lips together. Damon’s hands found themselves tangled in her wet hair and hers were wrapped around his neck. Dear God, he didn’t even remember how much he had missed this. All he knew was that he wanted it to last forever.
But all good things must come to an end. She pulled away, needing to breathe. Their eyes were locked for a few seconds before he kissed her on the forehead. “Go to sleep, you need it.”
She went to move off the bed, but he grabbed her wrist and sent her a confused look.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She pointed her thumb in the direction of the other side of the room, “The couch . . .”
He pulled her back on the bed, “No, you’re taking the bed. I’m taking the couch. Nothing you will say will make me change my mind.”
Angel nodded, sleep pulling at the back of her eyes, telling her not to argue. She nodded, sliding under the covers she hadn’t been under in what felt like forever. The sheets smelled like Damon, and she wanted so badly to grab his wrist before he walked away and have him hold her like old time, she knew there was a line she couldn’t cross, and that was it. This wasn’t the Damon she knew; this one was the same type of creature who tried to kill her brother.
When she heard Damon lay on the couch, she was out.
-
Angel woke up to a stream of sunlight and hushed voices that mentioned her name. She didn’t move, wanting to know what they were talking about.
“Damon, she was finally getting away from all of this! You can’t just bring her back into it.” Angel recognized the voice as Stefan’s.
“Don’t you think I know that? But as of now, she’s still a target, so I have to do what it takes to protect her.”
“You’re either going to have to let her go or stay with her forever. You can’t have both.” Stefan left the room after this, the door closing loudly behind him. Angel used this as a ploy to pretend she had just woken up. She looked over to the alarm clock: 6:30 AM. She let out a small groan before the events of last night came flooding back to her in mass. The headboard was cool as she sat against it.
“Can you make him forget?” Angel asked, causing Damon to look up from buttoning his shirt. He pulled it down and worked on rolling his sleeves as he responded.
“Angel – are you sure?”
She nodded solemnly, “I don’t want my brother living in fear. There’s nothing he could do about it anyway; I just want him to think the guy was some intruder, not a vampire.”
-
After Damon made her brother forget the vampireness of his attacker, the two found their way outside. The hospital courtyard was less depressing than the pair thought it would be. They were sitting at a bench surrounded by flowers. Angel was holding a cup of water. She relaxed into Damon’s side as he had his arm wrapped around her. Two old ladies in wheelchairs rolled up to the two.
One looked warmly onto them and spoke to Damon, “Now, she looks like a catch! Don’t be letting her get away.”
Angel couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her face as Damon responded, “Yes, ma’am. Trust me, I won’t.”
The other lady let out a small sigh and spoke as the two rolled away, “Oh, young love . . . I remember times like that.”
Damon placed a kiss to her head and began running his fingers through her hair. These were the times he missed.
-
The wind was blowing as the sun began to set. Damon and Angel were standing at the stop sign near The Grill. Caroline had called her over to help get her mind off things; she insisted no boys. Not listening to Caroline was a death wish.
She was dressed in a pair of dark jeans with a black belt; a white tee shirt with a picture of a girl in a sunflower field that looked like it was drawn by the same people who animated Spirited Away was, as always, loosely tucked into her jeans. She was wearing a pair of regular black converse high tops. Her hair was down in waves and she had a pair of fake diamond earrings on; her black choker brought attention to her slim neck. She kept her arms covered with a fleece lined denim jacket. She seemed like a rainbow standing next to him, dressed in all black. They were complete opposites of each other in every way, besides in their love.
Damon took a step closer to the blonde girl, brushing a piece of hair that got caught on her jacket behind her ear and looking into her eyes. “Angel, please be mine again.”
She gave him a soft smile, and Damon knew her answer. She never gave that smile unless she was about to let someone down gently. She grabbed his hands in hers and looked up at him, “I’d love to, but we both know that’s not possible. Even though you say you’ve changed, it’s only been a month. You’ve hurt people, Damon. You lied. And I know you’ve been hurt and lied to, too, but that doesn’t excuse it. I’m barely 18; I’m going to college next year. But, my mom always taught me the biggest part of growing up is learning when to walk away. I don’t want this to be my life. It sounds selfish, I know, but I deserve my young adult years. Everyone does. I’m sorry you never really had them because of Katherine, and I’m glad I’m the one who helped you experience them, even if it was about 125 years too late. I want to pull all nighters with my college roommate and adopt a dog or something; I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in fear of something like last night happening again. You said it yourself, you’re trying to get Katherine back; she’s the one you need. She knows what you’ve been through. I’m sorry, but that’s not me, Damon.”
“I don’t want someone who understands me, Angel, I want you.” His grip on her hands tightened, showing his desperation to be with her again.
Angel placed a kiss to his cheek, “I’ll always love you, Damon Salvatore.”
Damon knew that when Angel decided on something, there was no convincing her otherwise. He placed a kiss to her forehead before she let their hands drop. She turned away, meeting up with Caroline at the end of the walkway to The Grill, the bad atmosphere Angel once felt disappearing.He didn’t move as he watched her walk into the sunset. Angel sent him one last smile, watching as the wind blew his hair into his face. She couldn’t see the tears that he blinked back.
Two things in life were certain. Damon Salvatore would always hate sunsets and he would always love Angel Robicheaux.
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After the party, Angel finally had the courage to go home. Damon had gotten rid of the vampire that had been invited in. Her brother was set to be discharged the next morning. Things were slowly sinking back to normal.
When she opened her room door, she noticed that the previously blood-stained carpet had been pulled and replaced – most likely Caroline’s mom’s doing. She kicked her shoes off and threw her jacket onto her vanity chair. As she was taking off her earrings, she made eye contact with the photo booth cards pinned to her cork board. The first photo out of 4 showed her and Damon in a normal picture; she was leaning against him, both of them smiling. The second showed her looking up at him from her spot on his shoulder. The third was of them kissing, both clearly happy. The last was supposed to be a normal photo, but instead showed Angel looking at the camera and Damon looking adoringly at her.
Angel let out a small, innocent sigh and reached up and unpinned the photo reel. She dug through her drawer and pulled out a photo she had been too pained to look at in the prior months. The photo held her smiling family on her first day, and her brother’s last day, of high school. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a plain yellow tee shirt with her makeup done and her hair pulled up into buns on either side of her head; her brother wore a regular pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. Their mom was dressed in a pantsuit and there was a bright smile on her face. Even if you didn’t know her, you could tell she was proud of her kids.
“I love you, mom.”
She leaned up and used the tack that once held up her and Damon to now hold up her family. The photos of the pair taking the new photo’s place in the drawer.
Angel closed her curtains before climbing into bed but didn’t see the figure that was watching sink back into the shadows. Damon dropped the rock he was holding, knowing that even if he threw it at her window, the old Angel wouldn’t answer and jump down into his arms.
It was time to move on.
I love that Princess Buttercup grew up
To not only be The President of the United States
But also the General of the Amazon Army on Themyscira
Life Goals.
heeseung x house of cards
a dangerous combo 🧎🏽♀️
Holy... I haven't even read this fic, but these are stunning and tell a story all their own.
HOUSE OF CARDS: THE CRIMSON COURT is a character driven romance interactive fiction set in a realm that resembles earth. The story follow you, a noble from the kingdom of Argonia sent to the kingdom of your enemies in an arranged marriage, all in the name of peace.
This game depends and focus heavily on the component relationships, Complex Relationships, and choices.
MAIN-THEMES (GENRES): Court Intrigue, Romance, Historical Fiction, Drama.
SUB-THEMES: Family Saga, Revenge/Vengeance, Cultural Clash.
TAGS: Betrayal, Manipulation, Assassinaution, Complex Family Relationship, Affairs, Arranged marriage, Discrimination.
War. The malevolent force that breeds corruption, inflicts pain, nurtures hate, and reaps death, casting a dark shadow upon all that is good. Can love find a way to bloom within its merciless grasp?
SUMMARY:
As fate would have it, you find yourself torn from familiar shores and thrust into the clutches of a kingdom that has long been embroiled in conflict with your homeland. And to further complicate matters, your partner in this arrangement is none other than the Commander of the enemy's fleets, a name that reverberates with terror throughout the land. Whispers of their ruthless prowess in the merciless ways they dismantles their foes, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake and etching a chilling image of their power.
As you journey towards your own path. Will you rise to the challenge and become a beacon of hope and peace, or will you succumb to the siren song of ambition and greed?
Only time will tell, as the fates of kingdoms hang in the balance.
Follow the story of the noble House Scion as they traverse the complex web of politics, alliances, and betrayals. Will they prove to be worthy, or will their own desires and flaws consume them, leading to the downfall of all they hold dear?
Immerse yourself in a richly detailed world inspired by historical fiction, where court intrigue and political machinations shape the destiny of nations:
As an influential figure, what kind of reputation do you want to build for yourself? And as a character, what personality will you adopt? Play as the dove of peace, a brutal iron fist, a sly snake, or a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Romance three main characters, each with their own relationship dynamics. Plus; a possible secret Ro: Experience a captivating romance that defies societal boundaries, or would you rather find yourself entangled in a forbidden love that challenges loyalties and tests the limits of your own heart.
A diverse cast of characters to build and form relationships: Deepen or sever relationships with a number of important characters and; betray, befriend, antagonise or kill.
Your choices will impact both your personality and the game's story: Make choices that will have far-reaching consequences, shaping the course of the story and influencing the fates of both individuals and empires. Interact with the world and discover who you truly are. Will you be able to forge a new future for yourself and those around you in the midst of this chaos?
There are always hands playing in the shadows. Play their game or make your own: Navigate a world filled with people striving to feed their own agendas. Engage in strategic alliances and tactical decisions, as you use your wits and cunning to navigate the dangerous waters of war and diplomacy.
ROMANCE TROPES: Love at First Sight. Fake relationship. Rebellious Love. Amour Fou (Mad Love). Domestic Affair OR Friends to lovers. Enemies to lovers. Forbidden Love.
THE COMMANDER [M/F]
ELISAE ROWAN DELACROIX:
Elisae is hailed as a war hero in Borgia. Born to the King's second sister, the Grand Duchess of the North, Elisae followed in their mother's footsteps and joined the war from a tender age. Their valor and strategic brilliance earned them numerous titles and led the kingdom to many victorious battles. They played a vital role in shaping Argonia's destiny.
[DESCRIPTION]: Elisae is a formidable presence with a commanding stature, standing tall at 6 feet. Their piercing grey eyes, sharp as steel, hold a depth of determination and wisdom. Their ebony hair, meticulously styled and slicked back, contrasting against their tanned skin.
Have you begun to devise a plan to melt the icy barrier encasing your spouse's heart? Or do you intend to shatter it into fragments?
DUCHESS/DUKE[F/M]
JADE MAXIMILLIAN WINTER:
Jade is a figure of grace and elegance. As the esteemed Duke/Duchess of House Winter, Jade's political stance differs from your spouse's, which created a strain in the relationship of the two childhood friends.
Renowned for their esteemed position among the nobles and loved for their charming and easygoing personality, Jade exudes an aura of refinement and unyielding confidence. Their presence commands attention, while their subtle gestures and expressions hint at a depth of emotions and hidden desires. With a captivating charm and an enigmatic aura, Jade leaves an indelible mark on those who cross their path.
[DESCRIPTION]: Jade's mesmerizing eyes, a striking melted honey color, exude an air of mystery and intelligence. Their ash hair, cascading in waves, complements their fair complexion, imbuing them with an ethereal allure.
But what does that flaming smile hide? Can you withstand the searing heat of their radiance and still dare to draw near?
THE ESCORT [F/M]
RAINE HAWTHORNE:
[ABOUT]: Raine is a figure of quiet strength. With a quiet confidence and a sense of duty ingrained in their every action, Raine emanates an aura of reliability and protection.
Raine is assigned as your escort by the House of Delacroix upon your arrival in Borgia, Raine appears indifferent, showing little interest in anything. However, when it comes to protecting you and ensuring your safety, Raine is unwaveringly dedicated.
[DESCRIPTION]: Raine stands at an average height. Their piercing green eyes, sharp and discerning, hold an intensity that mirrors the depths of their soul. Their chestnut hair, tousled and windswept, adds a touch of ruggedness to their appearance. Raine's bronze skin bears the faint marks of battles fought and hardships endured. As a guard, they possess a lean and agile physique, honed through years of training and dedication.
Beneath the stoic facade lies a well-guarded heart. Can you unravel the secrets that lie within Raine's enigmatic gaze?
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Until you blew it away
You’re with me - Oneshot
Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader
Words: 4K
Summary: Duncan and I used to be something, something that just worked. It’s been months since our break-up and it’s time to face him once again armed with my new job and my new date. But that’s not going to stop Duncan from trying to win me back.
Warning: SMUT, elevator!sex, mention of squirting, swearing, softdom!Duncan, could be considering cheating I GUESS?!
A/N: My first Duncan fic as promised! Our Duncan is one determined boy in this one, some may argue a little too pushy even so this is just a reminder that you DO NOT have to put up with a situation like this or feel like you have to do anything similar to the reader. They have history in this fic, but even so! Couldn’t resist going a little soft with Duncan in this one too.
(Gif by @codyfernsource)
I was aware of what I was letting myself into. This event was being hosted by the Shepherd Foundation and by attending I am willingly plunging myself back into my past. This is Duncan’s empire, a world I used to be so familiar with. I knew how it worked, how I operated within it and most importantly how to keep my head above the surface, but now I’m an outsider. I don’t know the faces in the crowd, the only familiar people are the Shepherds themselves making it painfully awkward as Annette kisses me on both cheeks, ‘We don’t get to see enough of you anymore.’ She laments, ‘There’s no need to be a stranger, Y/N.’
‘My new job is taking up a lot of my time.’ I reply, offering her my best smile though we both know it’s fake.
‘Yes, Duncan has told us all about that.’ Annette’s eyes gleam, ‘Working under our new Madam President must be very exciting, quite the promotion wasn’t it?’
‘Claire remembered some of the favours I did her.’ I admit, but Annette is making me sound dishonest, as if I got my job underhandedly and it sends a note of suspicion through me. I know the President has her suspicions about the Shepherds, but I’ll keep that to myself for now.
‘Are you here alone?’ Annette asks, ‘Duncan is yet to arrive if you are looking for-’
I’m quick to cut in, ‘That ended a while ago, actually.’
I can see Annette’s intrigued, ‘Really?’ She breathes, ‘Duncan has kept quiet about that.’
‘Quiet about what?’
I would have cursed under my breath if I could, instead I’m forced to suck it up as Duncan swaggers towards us. As our eyes meet he swipes a second glass of champagne and hands it to me, ‘I had no idea you were on the guest list tonight Y/N and I should know, I planned it myself.’
It’s a warning, a barb that tells me I don’t belong here without his approval. ‘I’m here with my date, Nathan Pendlehouse.’ I reply, ‘You did allow plus ones.’
I take great joy in watching Duncan’s expression sour, ‘Pendlehouse,’ He mutters before plastering on a smile of his own, ‘So I did.’
Annette has sensed the awkward atmosphere, ‘I’ve heard of him, the Editor of the New Yorker, no? How long have you been dating?’
‘It’s relatively new.’ I reveal, watching for any action that will give Duncan away. ‘But it’s going well so far.’
Duncan finishes his champagne, plucks mine and starts on that too. Annette gives him a disdainful glance, ‘Well I must do the rounds,’ She announces. ‘I’ll be sure to congratulate Nathan on landing our dear Y/N if I see him.’
We both wait till Annette is out of earshot before rounding on each other, ‘Leave.’ Duncan orders.
‘This is a hotel for starters and I have a room here.’ I fire back, ‘Plus I am a guest at your Uncle’s benefit so it will take a lot more than you to get me out of here.’
‘I have a room too.’
It takes you a moment to process his intonation, ‘You’re disgusting.’
‘You wouldn’t still be talking to me if you weren’t interested.’
‘You’re vile.’ He’s steps closer to me, finishes my champagne and passes me back the empty glass, ‘I was going to drink that.’
‘I’ll buy you a whole bottle,’ Duncan pushes.
I walk away, Duncan’s advances are just too much and I’m more than happy with Nathan. I have no intention of ending the night in Duncan Shepherd’s bed…again.
Nathan is over by the ice sculpture, sampling the buffet. He kisses my cheek and I feel nothing as I rub my hand over his back, just in case Duncan has followed me.
‘Mingling, darling?’ Nathan asks and I just nod, trying to engage in the nearest conversation around me. Nathan does a better job at socialising than I and for a while I’m happy losing myself in the small talk. The only thrill I have is throwing in my own disparaging remarks about the Shepherd chemical leak, but soon Nathan blabs about who I am and who I work for.
The tone of conversation shifts to me and suddenly I’m the centre of attention. Of course I am, everyone wants to know Claire Underwood’s secrets and I’m one of the few who knows a handful. I wind up with a crowd circling me, most are respectful but there are a few who cast disparaging remarks towards my decision to back the first female President. I catch Duncan loitering in the back of the group next to his step-mother, a fresh glass of champagne in his hands. He offers me a toast when we lock eyes and Annette has had enough. She breezes forwards, ‘If you keep crowding dear Y/N you’re going to suffocate her.’ She jokes, though there’s no warmth in her eyes. Her hand cups my lower back, ‘Let’s get you some fresh air, my dear.’
I let her lead the way just so I can take the escape she’s offering me. Nathan is already chatting up another group of people and I feel a wave of distaste slither through me, did he not worry where his date was going?
‘You always knew how to steal the spotlight.’ Annette says and the warning is all too clear.
I put some distance between us both, ‘Perhaps you should do a better job of hanging onto it then.’ I say, ‘Tell your son to stop perving on me too, I’m not his plaything anymore.’
I haven’t been here long, but I’ve already had more than enough of the Shepherds for one night. I tap Nathan on the shoulder, ‘I’m feeling a little dizzy,’ I lie. ‘I think I’m going to call it quits if that’s alright.’
My date excuses himself and pulls me over to the chocolate fountain, ‘We’ve been here less than an hour.’
‘I know.’ I whine, ‘It’s just been a bit too much. Annette’s already harassing me and Duncan-’
‘Why did I know this would be about your ex.’
‘Duncan was six months ago.’ I reply, ‘We are ancient buried history.’
Nathan plucks a strawberry and dips it in the fountain, ‘Doesn’t look that way to me.’
‘Meaning?’
Nathan offers me the chocolate covered strawberry and I take it, ‘It means he’s been watching us from behind that pillar ever since we started this conversation.’ There’s a burning urge to look where Nathan is referring to, but I resist. ‘Seems he isn’t over you.’
Pride surges through me. I bring the strawberry to my lips and suckle all the chocolate off, nice and slow keeping my eyes on Nathan. ‘All the more reason for me to head back to my room now.’ I persuade, ‘Unless you like the idea of another man staring at me,’ I tilt my head and inch a little closer to him, ‘Wanting me the way you do.’
Nathan smirks, ‘Perhaps you’re right.’ He glances from his social circle and then back to me, ‘I won’t be too long, wait up for me?’
I flash him my best smile only a little disappointed by his decision to remain here, I kiss him on the cheek and wave goodnight to his ‘friends’. As I’m heading out of the ballroom I catch sight of Duncan following me and I quicken my pace, not wanting another altercation. He’s certainly trying hard to win me over and I feel my veins jump to life at the thrill of the chase.
I seize a bottle of Cava from an ice bucket on my way out, ready for it to keep me company till Nathan returns. I head for the elevator, glancing back over my shoulder as Duncan rounds the corner. The elevator doors ping open, I get inside as quickly as possible and press the button for my floor along with the close door button at the same time. Duncan’s broken into a run, trying to beat the doors and just as he reaches them they slide shut. I offer him a cheeky wave as he disappears from my view and once I’m alone I let out the breath I was holding.
I beat him, I won.
For some reason I’m always on the highest floor whenever I stay at a hotel and the doors open twice on my way to floor thirteen. My heart races every time we stop, I’m expecting to see Duncan standing on the other side, but so far there has been no sight of him. My companions get out at floor eleven and I’m alone again for the last two floors, I check twitter on my phone as the doors open and nearly walk right into someone as I step out.
Hands grasp my shoulders, pushing me back inside the elevator, seizing the bottle of Cava and my phone drops out of my hand, landing on the carpeted floor just outside the elevator. I try to bend down for it, but my captor is having none of that, ‘You can get it after.’
Duncan.
He’s panting heavily, his suit crinkled and his tie loosened. Duncan’s dark hair is mussed as he eyes me up and down. I shove against him, ‘The fuck? Did you run up-’
‘All thirteen flights of stairs?’ He asks, ‘You bet your sweet ass I did.’
My mouth drops open, ‘Why?’
A faint chuckle leaves his plump lips as he presses me into the back of the elevator. Duncan places the champagne bottle on the floor as the elevator doors slide shut, with them my chance of escaping. He returns to me quickly, his eyes hungry and predatorial. Duncan’s hand skims my collarbone and then lifts my chin up to meet his eyes, ‘Oh my Y/N,’ He purrs, ‘Because you wanted me to.’
We start to descend, ‘I want to go to my room.’ I say, ‘Let me go.’
‘But you don’t want me to.’ Duncan’s voice is as light as a breeze, ‘Not really. That cute little wave you sent me just now, sucking that strawberry dry when you knew I was watching, you want me just as badly as I want you.’
His lips crash into mine, stealing my breath away. My hands shove against his chest, but I can’t deny the moan of approval that hums in my throat.
I’m finally tasting him again.
The flavour of champagne and luxury meets my tongue, it’s so familiar and so Duncan I pull him closer. An ache settles deep in my bones at finally having it in my mouth again as my tongue curls around Duncan’s.
My senses return to me and I break away. There’s a crack as my hand connects with his face and Duncan staggers wildly, falling into the side of the elevator. I pelt over and smash the button for the next floor, willing the elevator to arrive before Duncan recovers.
Luck is not on my side, Duncan’s right behind me and his hand slams against the Emergency Stop button. The elevator screeches to a halt as he presses himself against my back, hands running up my curves and cupping my breasts. Duncan’s lips are at my ear, ‘I can play dirty too.’
‘Well you’ve fucked it now.’ I hiss, ‘Who knows how long it’ll be till we get help?’
‘Exactly how I planned it.’
I turn back round to face him, his cheek is blooming red blotches and I’m proud of my handy work. Duncan’s finger traces down my cheek, ‘You’re gonna pay for hitting me.’ He promises, ‘And you’re gonna beg for more when I’m done with you.’
‘You stay away from me.’
Duncan slides a finger under one of my dress straps, ‘Still putting up a fight?’
‘I mean it,’ But I don’t remove his hand as my strap falls down.
‘Do you?’
‘I am with someone.’
‘Yes you are.’ Duncan’s lips descend onto mine again, his kiss passionate as he tugs me close our lips popping as he disconnects us and I’ve leaned into him without realising. Duncan is pure magnetism and I’ve always struggled to resist him, one of the things I fell in love with was his tenacity. He never gives up on the people he considers close. His lips dance over mine as he finishes his sentence, ‘You’re with me.’
We both wait for the other to make a move, our breath mingling together. His tongue darts out and swipes at my lip, my hands fist the front of his blazer and I’m about to do it, I’m about to throw caution to the wind when the elevator alarm breaks out.
Duncan keeps leaning in but his spell has been broken. The alarm is deafening inside the elevator and I slope as far away from him as I can get, which isn’t that far at all. I slide down the wall and start taking off my heels, ‘Looks like we’re be here a while.’
Duncan slams his fist against the set of buttons and the alarm dies, ‘Huh.’ He looks pleased with himself.
‘How are they gonna know we’re stuck now?’
‘I guess they won’t.’ He sits opposite me, picks up the champagne and reads the label while I prize off my shoes, ‘Cava?’ He asks, ‘Really, we were serving Bollinger at the Benefit.’
‘Good for you.’ Duncan scowls, his legs spread wide so I can see his full package. My eyes keep sneaking to it when he’s not looking. Duncan pops the bottle open without spilling a drop and takes a good swig, ‘Thought it was too cheap for you?’
He wipes his mouth on his sleeve, ‘Better than nothing. Gotta get my rocks off somehow.’
‘You are the worst kind of person.’
‘You were the one with your tongue in my mouth.’
I don’t answer, finally unstrapping my shoes and letting my feet breathe. It feels wonderful and I lean my head back, grateful that at least with Duncan I can do what I want. His hand takes hold of my foot and I throw him a warning look, ‘Let me.’ His thumbs press into the ball of my foot and I gasp at the wonderful feeling as Duncan massages my foot. We don’t speak for a while, Duncan consumed in his task while the champagne sits next to him, I reach out for the bottle and scoot a little closer so he has better access to my foot. I’m not about to stop him any time soon.
‘Remember when I used to do this?’
‘No my brain has a big black hole where our relationship used to be’
Duncan pinches my foot and I yank it away from him. He chuckles, taking the other one in his lap, ‘Still a bitch.’
‘Still an arrogant ass.’
‘I never pretended I wasn’t.’
My retort dies. I take a big drink of champagne and some spills down the front of my dress, ‘Shit.’
Duncan doesn’t comment on it, he just gestures for the bottle and I hand it back to him. ‘Wonder where your boyfriend is.’
‘It’s just a date.’
‘Are you changing your tune?’ He asks, smacking his lips and inching closer to me. ‘I must say that kiss had me doubting your loyalty to him.’
‘I shouldn’t have kissed you.’ I admit, ‘It was a mistake.’
Duncan pushes his tongue against his cheek, ‘It’s never a mistake Y/N, let’s not kid ourselves.’
I meet his eyes and all I want in that moment is to jump him. Duncan looks like the definition of a pop-star, his shirt unbuttoned so I can just see his muscles underneath, his hair dishevelled, his lips wet from the champagne we’ve been sharing.
He’s right, isn’t he?
‘You still love me.’
My realisation has Duncan backtracking at once, ‘What the hell gives you that delusion?’
‘You chased me down and trapped me in an elevator.’ I say, ‘And you massaged my feet which let’s admit is something you’d only do for someone you love.’
‘So?’
‘So?’ I’m becoming indignant now, pushing up the strap he slid down earlier and kneeling before him, ‘You never could admit your feelings, that’s why we broke up.’
‘We broke up because of our family’s.’ Duncan snorts, drinking once more. ‘They hated each other, real Romeo and Juliet shit.’
‘And you wouldn’t tell me those three words.’
He bites his lip, ‘Well I’m not gonna say them now.’
‘Have you ever?’
‘No.’
You reach out and brush some of his hair back behind his ear, ‘I feel sorry for you then.’
There’s a crack in his façade, a quiver of his lips as he blinks quickly. ‘I don’t know what love is.’ He admits, ‘I’m adopted. I still don’t really know who my Mom is…’
I don’t fully know what he means, but I can tell Duncan is hurting. I creep closer, kneeling right in front of him and take his face in my hands, ‘I loved you.’
His hand strokes down my arm, ‘You still do.’
‘Duncan-’
‘You can be in denial all you want but we both know the truth.’
I look deep into his eyes, trying to reach the boy inside. The Duncan I fell in love with, the one only I could find is still here, ‘If you say it back now, then maybe there’s a chance for us to rekindle what we had.’
He blows out his breath slowly, ‘I guess I haven’t been subtle.’ I wait for him, running my fingers through his hair, tracing a finger down his nose as Duncan summons all his courage. ‘I love you, Y/N.’ He admits, ‘Or you’re the closest I’ve ever been to love, so it must be right?’ He gives me a smile full of insecurity, ‘I loved you and I lost you and I couldn’t stand to see you again because I knew I wouldn’t be able to switch these feelings off because I’ve never cared about anyone else before. Seeing you with that fop guy today just proved it, I was so worked up I-’
I kiss him, letting my lips fall gently against his.
‘He doesn’t deserve you.’ I press my lips once again to Duncan’s a little firmer this time to quieten him but he seems determined to keep speaking, ‘Neither do I.’
‘Just shut up.’
This time he lets me kiss him, Duncan’s hands cupping either side of my face. He pushes himself onto his knees so ours are just brushing against each other’s. Duncan’s tongue slides inside my mouth and curls around my own, he sucks at my tongue and I feel myself tingling at the erotic feeling. We move closer together both of us in a vertical kneel, Duncan’s arms winding around me and pulling me tight. My hands palms his cock through his suit trousers and Duncan releases my lips with a groan, ‘Tell me again.’
‘What?’
His hands grip my ass through my dress, ‘You know what.’
‘I love you.’
His lips go straight for my collarbone, shoving the straps of my dress down. His movements are wild and unrestrained, as if I’ve unlocked the cage to the beast inside. My hands slip into his trousers, cupping Duncan’s hot flesh while he makes do with branding my skin as his own. He feels heavy and hard in my fingers, I remove a hand to unzip his fly and take out Duncan’s cock right as he kisses me again. I feel his hands run into my hair and then Duncan gives one firm tug, fingers locking into my roots and I whine from the pain, ‘I’m gonna fuck you.’ He murmurs, ‘I’m gonna fuck you right here in this elevator.’
‘Shit.’ I groan, still working his cock with one hand while the other braces myself on his thigh.
Duncan pulls me to my feet along with him, ‘Get up.’
‘What happened to the I love yous? I ask as he backs me against the wall and pushes my dress up round my waist.
‘Well once you’re pretty slit is full of my cum I’m gonna take you to my room and I’m gonna make love to you until the wake-up call comes.’
‘Sounds like an ideal night to me.’
He pushes my underwear aside and my only warning comes when Duncan pulls my leg around him giving his cock the perfect access point to push into me. I jump when the head of his large cock pushes its way in and Duncan smothers me in another heady kiss.
‘Forgot how big you are.’ I whine, feeling my walls expanding to take him in once more.
‘Biggest you’ve had.’ He smirks and I find myself nodding along, ‘No one can fuck you like I can.’ Duncan grunts, slapping his hips into mine and starting our pace off nice and fast.
My head falls back against the elevator wall, only just able to keep myself standing by tensing the leg I have hoisted around him as Duncan fucks me good and deep, ‘Feels so good.’
‘You like feeling my cock inside you again?’ My hands push his trousers down, running over the smooth cheeks of his ass as Duncan thrusts in deeply and I feel myself gush over him. ‘Was that a little orgasm?’ He checks and I nod, guilty of having already cum. Duncan comes to life, his chest puffing out and he begins to fuck me with renewed vigour. ‘I love that feeling of your cum covering my cock.’ He confesses, ‘How I’m coated with you, how I glisten with your sweet arousal. I’ve dreamed about having you cream for me again.’
My cheeks flash scarlet remembering that one time, I can tell by the manic gleam in Duncan’s eyes that he is too. He takes my earlobe between his teeth, gently nipping at me, ‘Do you think you’re going to squirt this time for me?’
My gasp hitches as Duncan plunges in deeper than his other thrusts, his cock brushing against my sweet spot. I arch my back, pushing my breasts against his chest, my arms wrapping round his neck so we are the same person. One of Duncan’s hands supports my back while his other braces against the wall, grunts falling from his lips, ‘It was the most beautiful fucking sight.’ He continues, ‘Watching you come so undone for me, you orgasm just leaking out of you while that pretty pussy squirted everywhere.’
I’m falling apart in his arms, Duncan keeps hitting me in just the right spot and I shudder in his grasp stars popping into my vision as my second orgasm rocks over me.
‘DUNCAN!’ I cry and he lets out a cry of approval, losing his rhythm and thrusting messily till he too cums. Duncan’s load is warm and thick and he makes sure to fuck it all inside me as deep as he can before slowly, torturously pulling out.
We catch our breaths and Duncan twangs my underwear back in place. There’s a little burn where the fabric was rubbing against my skin which sings in relief when he moves away.
There’s a knock from the other side of the elevator, ‘Uhhh are you two done now? Can we open the doors?’
Duncan stuffs his softening cock back inside his trousers while I tug my dress back down into place and try to make myself look presentable for the public again. When I’ve finished I catch Duncan picking up the Cava, my heels danging from his hand. ‘I’m celebrating.’ He quips as the elevator doors ping open and there stands Nathan along with a hotel maintenance man.
Shame runs through me as I step out. Nathan is no fool, he knows what we were doing and there’s no way to hide it. I have no words and it doesn’t seem he does either at first. We two aren’t official, it’s only been a couple of dates and he looks as if his suspicions have been proven correct and I have to admit, they have. ‘I mean you could have tried to be a little less obvious.’ Nathan says, looking from Duncan to me. ‘The leaving quickly, the heated arguments. The power of exes I guess?’
I can’t believe how well he’s taking it. Nathan seems almost nonchalant as if hearing his date fucking her ex in an elevator was an everyday occurrence. Nor do I believe it when Duncan puts his hand on my lower back and pushes in gently to encourage me to move. He pats Nathan on the shoulder, a swagger in his step. ‘Sorry buddy, but I’ve learned you can’t fight fate, or love.’ He says, offering Nathan the champagne bottle. ‘I think you’re gonna need this more than us.’
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Lay Me Down Tonight
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: You’re the nanny to the Shepherd family. You and Duncan Shepherd have always had an attraction to each other. One night, your professional relationship, as well as Duncan’s marriage, is put to the test.
Warnings: Sexual tension
A/N: There will be a part 2 to this fic! If you would like to be added to my taglist so you don’t miss it, please message me!
“Lay me down tonight, in my diamonds and pearls. Tell me something nice about your favorite girl.” – Lana Del Rey, Fucked My Way Up To The Top
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