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Lady In Red

Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: Smut, you know how it is

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He’d never woken up beside anyone before. That was the first thing to occur to Gardner as he rose from sleep. He hadn’t realised what he’d been missing until it was right in front of him. 

He kept his eyes closed, just savouring the moment. He felt warm, and safe, and even though his muscles ached a little, Gardner knew he’d slept better than he had in years.

There was a comforting weight on his chest, and something tickling his nose. Gardner cracked open one eye, squinting against the golden sunlight spilling into the bedroom. He couldn’t tell what time it was, but he could hear birds singing to each other outside, so he thought it must be early. 

Groaning quietly, he closed his eyes, and felt the weight on his chest shift. Gardner began to smile. He opened his eyes again and looked down at Margaux. 

She was fast asleep, her head on his chest, one arm wrapped tight around his middle. He realised her fingers were tucked under his back, making sure they wouldn’t drift apart in their sleep. The thought made Gardner’s breath hitch, and he had to take a moment to blink back tears.

He didn’t want to wake her, not when she looked so comfy, but he couldn’t resist smoothing his hand over her hair, moving it away from his face to stop his nose itching. Margaux’s forehead creased slightly, and he worried he’d disturbed her, but she just turned and buried her face into his chest, and began to snore again softly. 

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A Force Of Attraction

“But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.”- Terry Pratchett

Pairing: Pat Murray x reader

Word count: 17k

Warnings: Smut, you know how it is

A/N: Part two for Undrafted Day! Woo!

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Pale golden sunlight trickled in through a gap in the curtains, burning orange behind your closed eyes. You grunted, nose wrinkling as you tried to turn your face away, but no luck. Grumbling, you tried to roll over onto your other side but a weight across your middle stopped you.

Pat. He’d thrown his arm over you in his sleep. It was probably to keep you closer, but he was a light sleeper, so it might’ve been while he was tossing and turning. He moved around so much, you used to joke that he must be playing baseball in his dreams, until one day, he bashfully admitted that sometimes, he was. 

Smiling to yourself, you lifted his arm up just enough so that you could roll over. Pat was fast asleep. He was lying on his front, his face pressed into the pillow, turned away from you. The bright sunlight made his soft hair burn red and orange, and he was snoring gently, his back rising and falling as he slowly breathed in and out.

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Spectacle

‘Mad’ Teddy Smith x Reader

The Krays need publicity for the reopening of Esmeralda's Barn. As a famous heiress, it’s important that you’re seen enjoying yourself there; so the Krays assign ‘Mad’ Teddy to make a spectacle out of you.

Contains: Smut, with a capital S

Words: 4.7K

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Echoes of incessant whispers. Stares burning over your every move. These things were only to be expected everywhere you went. You were (Y/N, L/N), the ‘Duchess’ of Haggerston, informally dubbed by South London’s most prominent gangsters. 

Sure, you weren’t out there arbitrating criminal activity or enforcing illegal transactions as the men were. You worked for the mob in your own way. Your value to them was your mere presence and approval. Being the heiress of South London’s most influential mobster, you were an asset to both friends and foes. Allowing yourself to be seen enjoying yourself or purchasing goods and services at certain business establishments was considered an endorsement.

The recent buzz surrounding Esmerelda’s Barn since the Kray twins had taken over, had caught your eye. No doubt, the Krays were waiting for you to make an appearance to attract more attention. To you, they were doing just fine on their own. The casino had been the talk of London’s West End thanks to Reggie and Ronnie Kray’s dealings. Nonetheless, you walked alone into that casino with confidence and that signature enigmatic demeanour that never failed to turn heads. No matter how successful and popular a place was, you carried yourself there as if you were the very foundation holding the establishment together. It was all in the attitude; you could fool anyone into thinking they needed you.

You knew it was working by the way the Krays observed you from their table, glancing at you while talking amongst themselves. Every time you saw them look your way from the corner of your eye, you’d feign boredom just to get a kick out of how it would cue them to engage in a discussion of how to keep you entertained. 

The gentle vibrato of the star of Esmeralda’s Barn had been lulling over the casino. At this point in the night, most people had retreated to a table or a seat by the bar to watch the songstress. She was enchanting enough that you were willing to forfeit the act of seeming bored, to engage in the show. This was not lost on the Krays.

You finally allowed yourself to look their way from across the room. You met eyes with Ron, who greeted your gaze with a slight grimace, stiffening up his posture and turning over to Reggie, a silent yet gruff request for you to carry your eye contact to him instead. You did as he wanted, meeting eyes with Reggie who happily took the responsibility of greeting you. He etched his signature smooth smirk, giving a gentlemanly bow of his head. Reggie turned his head to Ron, whispering something in his ear, and while the two were engaged in conversation, your eyes wandered to where Ron’s arm reached round.

You were careful not to meet eyes with the man by Ron’s side. At least not right away. Looking at someone so intoxicatingly striking as ‘Mad’ Teddy was something you needed to do in doses. Your eyes started at his elbow that rested atop the table, slowly trailing up to peer at his hands, his fingertips lightly tracing the rim of his glass, stroking slowly to the rhythm of the music. The dose from that was intoxicating enough already, observing the delicacy yet precision of how his fingers curled around the glass edge. You lingered your gaze there a little longer before you began eyeing his suit, up his torso and finally resting your eyes on his shoulder where Ron’s arm was wrapped around. 

A cigar hung in between Ron’s fingers, his hand perched on Teddy’s shoulder. Teddy’s lips came into your focus as he turned his head, leaning in towards the cigar Ron was holding and taking a drag from it. Your eyes followed his lips as they pursed around the cigar ever so slightly grazing against Ron’s fingers. He turned his head, leaning back as the smoke escaped his mouth, misting around his face to frame a pair of roguish green eyes that were burning right into yours. You were finally looking at him. All the features you took your time observing individually now came all together in a complete picture.

As you finally let your gaze settle in his eyes, a smirk plastered across his face, one that started off coquettish. Subtle, yet alluring enough to lure the weakness in your centre. Though as Teddy’s ego became aroused by your stare, his grin grew wide and smug, a grin that made you surrender your eyes from him, making sure to roll them before returning your attention to the enchanting songstress on stage.

You and Teddy weren’t unfamiliar with these types of exchanges. This was one of many times you’ve met eyes, many of which ended with you rolling your eyes to assure him of a disinterest — which was ultimately a lie. You engaged in conversation a few times, mere small talk with the occasional flirtatious nickname on his part. Each conversation brief, yet tantalising enough for him to remain on your mind, the lingering image of him keeping you company on the ride home alone, and keeping you warm in the comfort of a lonely bed. 

Pretending your own fingers were Teddy’s each night was a task that grew difficult the more you bumped into him. Your imagination couldn’t do him justice and your own touch was not nearly enough to satiate your need. However, it was all you could content yourself with, as no scenario that you could think of would prompt Teddy to so much as caress you. Entertaining your yearning gazes at him were merely a means to crow in cockiness that he had such an effect on you. 

As these thoughts returned to your mind, you accompanied it by soaking in the image of Teddy’s fingers from across the room, rhythmically tapping along the side of his glass. You knew he was watching the way your eyes scanned him feverishly. Adding fuel to the heat that you felt rising within yourself, he clasped his fingers around his glass, lifting it up to take a sip, guiding your gaze to his lips once more.

As he took one faint sip, you watched as he removed the glass from his lips, giving you a clear view of his tongue teasing its way out of his parted lips to savour the taste of his drink. You found yourself mimicking his actions, your lips parting in a daze. You were so enchanted by every faint move of his, that you failed to notice that Ron’s arm hadn’t been around Teddy’s shoulder anymore, but waving beside you to get your attention.

Your breath hitched in your throat, ripping your attention away from Teddy to see the Kray twins standing beside your table. Ron stared down at you, the light glaring off his glasses, adding a complimentary intimidating tone to the gravelly way he greeted you. 

“Why don’t you crack a fuckin’ smile, eh? Wouldn’ fuckin’ ‘urt, now would it?”

A light chuckle escaped you, his tone barely hindering your composure. “Alright, Ron?” You greeted him sweetly. 

“Either flash a big smile, flash some quid at the roulette table, or fuck off.”

“Allow me to translate, love.” Reggie interjected, placing an affection pat on his brother’s shoulder, before stepping forward to lead the conversation. He helped himself to the seat next to you, turning to face you with a beguiling smile. “Forgive me brother, he’s been down on his luck lately. You on the other hand, seem to have a natural attraction with luck. Considered having a crack at the roulette table yet, Duchess?”

The roulette table was the centre of the casino, and you, the Duchess of Haggerston, were bound to be seen having a good time there. You planned on going there either way, but having that slight bit of attention paid to you by the debonair brothers themselves was the minute of entertainment you needed before you obliged with their wishes. You allowed yourself to show how charmed you were by Reggie, though your eyes shot back at Ron, amused by how he was staring you down. “I quite prefer Ronnie’s approach.”

“Good, cause I ain’t fannin’ up your dress and kissin’ your arse.” Ron’s eyes wandered, not caring to hide how disinterested he was with talking to you. “Speaking of kissin’ arse… where is that Barney Rubble?” He muttered to himself, turning his head round back at their table, snapping his fingers at an amused Teddy who was watching them from afar. “Oi, Teddy!” Ron nudged his head as an order for him to come over, a gesture that had Teddy on his feet in a heartbeat, making his way to your table and gussying himself up. 

“You see, ‘ere, dear Duchess, I’m not your fuckin’ babysitter. Got better things to do, so this…” Ron gave a firm slap on Teddy’s backside, cueing a child-like giggle from Teddy, “...is my gift to you.” 

“You like ‘im, don’t you?” Ron frowned slightly at your scoff of a response which was prompted upon seeing the pompous grin Teddy had plastered across his face. Waving his hand dismissively, Ron scoffed in return, “Nah, ‘course you do. Can’t blame you — look at ‘im, he’s like a vanilla wafer, you just wanna dip in your tea, doncha?” Teddy was beaming at the compliments Ron showered him in. 

“I don’t mind, be good to get ‘im off me ‘ands for a while anyway.” Ron gave one last squeeze on Teddy’s behind before stiffly walking off, past Reggie. “I’m gonna go find me a cupcake.”

Reggie patted his brother on the shoulder as he passed. “Yeah a’right, Ron, go find yourself a cupcake.” Reggie shook his head and chuckled under his breath, “Tosser. Can’t get ‘im to pay attention to one thing for more than a minute.” 

“Alright, then.” You piped up.

“Alright, what?” Reggie looked at you.

“I’ll give a crack at it, shall I? The roulette wheel.” 

Reggie smiled, holding out his hand for you. You took it and got up from your seat, hooking arms with him as he guided you to the heart of the casino, Teddy following not far behind.

“I think you’ll find you won’t be disappointed.” Reggie let go of you, smoothing his hand around your shoulder. “Listen, love, I’d love to stay and keep you happy, but I’ve got some business to take care of. You be ‘right if Teddy kept you company?”

You bit your lip slightly, avoiding eye contact with Teddy, who peered over Reggie’s shoulder. “I suppose.”

“There’s a doll.” Reggie winked at you, nudging your chin affectionately.

Before Reggie walked off, he made sure to pass on a few words to Teddy on his way. “Ay, Teddy, listen, ‘right? You stay ‘ere. If she ain’t tipping her head back with joy within the ‘our…”, was all you could manage to hear. You let yourself look at the two men. Teddy nodded along to the stream of instructions Reggie whispered in his ear, his smirk etching wider, his eyes dancing up and down at you.

“I’ve got it, Reg. Don’t worry.” Teddy nodded, his eyes trained on you. Reggie excused himself once more before disappearing.

You turned your head back to the roulette table, occupying yourself with watching the wheel spin. “Don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself there, Duchess.” Teddy’s voice piped up, as he stood beside you.

“‘fraid I’m not.” You responded dryly. 

“You could do us a favour and fake it, eh?”

“Never been quite good at fakin’ it.”

“What you doin’ in a bloody casino, then?”

Teddy scoffed when you didn’t counter a response. He turned, leaning his face near yours, beckoning you to look at him. “Come on, how ‘bout a smile for ol’ Teddy Bear, eh?”

“Fuck off.” You didn’t budge. 

“Don’t act all coy, now, babes.” He kept leaning in and arching his head in attempts to make you face him. He was determined to break through that stoicism with an agitating persistence. “What was you thinking about before, looking a’ me like that? Back at the table.” It was already working.

You paused for a moment before countering, “What does Reg want you to do with me?”

“I asked first.” Teddy responded abruptly. “Oh sod it. I suspect both our answers are the same.”

You finally looked his way, furrowing your brows in bewilderment. What you were thinking while looking at Teddy was obvious, so Teddy implying that Reggie had asked him to do something similar was something you couldn’t understand.

Teddy shifted himself closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he brought his hand to the small of your back. “To put it vaguely, I’ve been told to make a spectacle ou’ of you. I think I’ve something in mind that’’ll suit all our interests, including yours.” He drew out the last word into a whisper, his breath tickling at your ear.

You stiffened at his touch in an eagerness to veil how flustered you were. “Make a spectacle, how?” 

You could feel him smirking as his lips brushed at your ear. “Could spin my fingers round your cunt like a roulette wheel.”  Teddy’s hand inched lower, smoothing around the curve of your backside, giving it a firm squeeze. You sucked in a breath as his hands dropped lower, fingertips dangling across the back of your thigh and curling around the bottom of your dress. He turned his head in a way that guided you to face the roulette wheel. You felt as Teddy began circling his fingers at the back of your thigh in perfect unison to the spinning of the roulette wheel your eyes were fixated on. 

You bit your lip trying to steady your breaths. You ripped your eyes from the wheel, the sight of its speed accompanying the growing speed of Teddy’s circling becoming unbearable. You subtly looked around behind you, surprised to see that Teddy’s overt groping hadn’t caught anyone’s attention.

“You’ve done most of the work for me, so thanks for that.” His voice beckoned you to face him, and you finally did.

You frowned at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“No need for me to warm you up. Seems like you’ve been doing that for yourself ever since you set those pretty little eyes on my fingers.” You knew exactly what he meant, though you preferred to feign oblivion, staring at him blankly. Half in a desire to continue the nonchalant act, the other half in a desire for him to seek proof. It didn’t take long until his fingers began rising up your legs from behind you, inching up your inner thigh, delicately gracing over your panties. His tongue spilled slightly from his mouth as he looked at you, coating his bottom lip in a sheen of wetness mirroring the dampness he felt through your panties. “This for me, innit?”

Your shuddering breath, coupled with you closing your eyes in bliss, was a sufficient enough response. Teddy stepped behind you, allowing more access to you while also shielding his action from that much view from others. He began stroking you through your panties, and you couldn’t help but tip your head back against his shoulder as you tried to stifle a moan.

Teddy began smoothing his other hand around your waist to your front, curling his fingers to bunch up your dress. “Let’s show everyone that dripping cunt, shall we?”

You lifted your head, grabbing Teddy’s wrists and prying his grip off you. You didn’t allow yourself a second to reconsider, as you walked up to the roulette table, helping yourself to a seat. The dealer asked if you’d be joining for this round and you nodded eagerly, trying to compose yourself and recover from Teddy’s touch.

Teddy chuckled as he took the seat beside you, turning his whole body to face you. “Hm… ‘spose I’ve gotta find another way to make a show outta you...”

As you placed your bet and waited patiently, Teddy’s hand rested on your thigh. You didn’t make an effort to remove it. It was under the tablecloth away from everyone’s view. Teddy beamed upon seeing that you didn’t even pretend to object to his advances this time. “See, now was that so ‘ard?” He chuckled. “This time, Duchess, no need to bite back them moans. Let everyone hear what a dirty littl—”

“I wasn’t moaning.” Your responses were becoming weaker and less effective after every advance he made, your tone withering in its assertiveness. 

“Oh I beg to differ. Plus, you said yourself you wasn’t that good at fakin’ it, innit?” Teddy chuckled as nothing but silence came from you, your mind too occupied trying to formulate a response while attempting to ignore Teddy’s fingers that were inching closer. Swiftly prying his way under your panties, the heat of your clit was washed by the cold of his fingertips. You breathed in a sharp gasp, gripping onto the edge of the table, trying to quiet the moan that shuddered its way out of you. Luckily, those around the roulette table and those passing, misconstrued your moans as an exclamation of anticipation as the roulette wheel spun. 

“This is in the best interest of us all.” Teddy’s voice dropped lower, and his mischievous smirk was replaced with a stormy eagerness in his eyes. His fingers were moving at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“How exactly is this in the Krays’ best interest?” You were surprised you were composed enough to speak again.

Teddy circled your clit, resting his chin on the palm of his other hand as his elbow propped up on the table. That cocky grin returned. “You can pawn off those pathetic moans as excitement for the game.”

“That’s…” 

“Clever, eh?” He let out a light giggle.

You wanted to frown, but your mouth hung open at the feel of his fingers working at your core. “Allow me to offer an example.” Teddy began delving his fingers inside you, your arousal that pooled a while ago allowed seamless access, as he abruptly curled his fingers harshly without warning. You yelped loudly, coincidentally in unison to the cheers coming from the aristocrats surrounding the roulette table, who watched as the dolly was placed on their winning numbers. Teddy spat out an obnoxious chuckle amused at the timing. “Ha! That was too good!”

You scowled at him. “You’re a little shit.”

Teddy quirked an eyebrow at you. “Sorry, what was that, darling?”

“I said— ah!” You moaned loudly, as Teddy picked up his pace, massaging deep inside your walls thoroughly. No doubt, the attention of everyone round the table was caught, so you disguised the moan as a triumphant cheer, smiling through it. The dealer made a humorous comment on your cheer of victory as he swept away the losing bets and made payouts to the winners including you.

The dealer asked if you were up to make new bets, though too distracted by Teddy who had kept his pace steady, you hummed. 

“Is that a yes, miss?” The dealer frowned at you confused.

“Y-Yes…” You found yourself gasping as Teddy picked up his speed. “God, yes!”

Everyone chuckled at your enthusiasm, interpreting it as anticipation towards a winning streak. To your mercy, Teddy stopped. Though to your disappointment, he drew his fingers back from you, adjusting your panties back on and removing his hand from you. You hated the whine that escaped you from the absence of his touch. 

You steadied your breaths. You didn’t have time to process what had happened, as everyone was waiting for you to place your bet. Doing so in a hurry, you had knocked some of your own table chips off the table. You cursed under your breath, urging yourself to calm down. Before you could reach down to grab the table chips, Teddy stopped you.

“Allow me.” Teddy smirked and waggled his eyebrows at you.

Your eyes widened, but before you could object, Teddy was already diving underneath tablecloth under the guise of collecting the chips. Somehow without arousing any attention from anyone else, he didn’t return back out from under there.

The roulette wheel was spinning again, and you bit your lip at what was to follow. Keeping your eyes trained on the wheel, you felt Teddy’s fingers begin smoothing up your legs again. He gripped each one hard, lifting them over each of his shoulders. In a swift motion, he grabbed the legs of your chair, pulling you in hastily towards him, your stomach pressed against the edge of the table. Your body jerked forward, your core meeting with his mouth forcefully. Your fingers were gripping hard onto your table chips, the feel of Teddy’s tongue through your panties driving you insane. 

It was as if Teddy read your mind when his fingers dug underneath the elastic of your panties, pulling harshly until they tore off, the cold air of the casino greeting your bare center. Teddy’s tongue ran the length of you, his voice humming, a rush of vibration running through you. A few thorough sucks of your clit made you bang your fist against the table. “Fuck!”, you exclaimed. As luck would have it, you were losing your bet in the game and your exclamation was interpreted as one of disappointment. 

Your body stiffened. You had to be more cautious. Those first few times were just luck, your next rush of pleasure may not coincide with a moment to cheer or exclaim in frustration about, in the game. Teddy could sense this hesitance from under the table and gave a harsh playful bite at your inner thigh.

You bit your lip to stifle a gasp, and instead clenched your thighs around his head and squeezed as a means to chide him. Though he groaned in slight pain, it only cued another vibration from his voice to surge through you. Feeling a dose of impulsiveness, you wrapped your legs tighter around his neck pulling him back to your core.

Taken aback, Teddy nuzzled against your clit again. You could feel a smirk begin to etch across his face again and you raised an eyebrow curious what was to follow. Teddy delved his tongue deep inside you, turning his head in a way that buried his nose against your clit while his tongue made work against your walls. Your breaths became out of sync with his, as you began bucking your hips around for deeper contact. Your movements were thankfully disguised as a bouncing of impatience by the surrounding people.  

You tipped your head back in pleasure, though as you looked up, you saw Reggie. He took one look at you and fluttered his eyes down, grinning to himself. Teddy must’ve done exactly as he was instructed. You furrowed your brows at Reggie, who greeted your stare with a mockingly innocent raise of his eyebrows, before moving along and disappearing into the crowd. You chided yourself for thinking you had the Krays wrapped around your finger. You had your fun thinking they were worrying over your enjoyment at the casino, all the while they were certain that they could ensure you were having a great time, and profiting off your endorsement while making a fool out of you.

The roulette wheel took its last spin, when you found yourself on the brink of release. Teddy was merciless, not allowing your growing sensitivity to hinder his speed. “Oh… oh… oh…” Your gasps and moans grew louder, coinciding with the slowing speed of the wheel as everyone looked to see where the ball would land.

A loud wave of cheers from everyone took over, as you let out a long moan, Teddy removing his face just in time for your release to drip down your legs. Your breaths grew heavy and quick, your core sore and your head weak from a violent rush of pleasure. You didn’t care that you had won yet another bet. All you wanted was Teddy to lick you clean of the mess he caused between your thighs, before you’d pull him back up from under the table forcing him in a heated kiss. Despite your hunger for him being satiated, you still wanted more. And you hated it. He made a spectacle out of you, and not only did you oblige, but you couldn’t get enough of it.

Before you could allow Teddy to coax anything more from you, you got up from the table, retreating quickly. Paying no mind to the cold rush between your legs, your release dripping down you, you briskly made your way to the stairs leading out the casino. You picked up your pace upon hearing a set of footsteps catching up behind you, but you were too late.

“Not so fast, love.” You gasped as a pair of arms reached around you aggressively. Teddy pulled you flush against him, his teeth grazing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m not finished with you.”

You turned your head slightly to face him, almost moaning at the sight of your juices lingering on his lips. “I’m to make spectacle outta you, ‘member?”

Still weak and disoriented, you muttered. “Reggie seemed pleased with you. Your job is done.”

“Oh, I’ve done that first part for the Krays, sure. This is for me.” He grinned. 

You greeted this with a confused frown. “You’ve no interest in me. I was just a job for you and when I’m not that, I’m just something you love goading to arouse your damn ego.”

“You’re exactly right, darling.” That stupid hope you felt that he would argue against the notion of you meaning nothing to him, was shot down in a heartbeat. His apathetic, blunt tone nearly sparking a rise out of you. “Nothing gets my cock harder than being revered. Being in dear Ronnie’s shadow all the time, I don’t get revered often, y’see...” Teddy grinned against the back of your neck, his breath steaming your tender spot. It took everything in your strength to refrain from shivering at the sensation. 

“Now, you… You are no stranger to it…” Teddy’s hands ran its way up your body, feeling up your curves before pulling you even closer against him, his fingers grasping around your breasts. “If people saw me parading the Duchess of Haggerston around the casino... her letting out those pitiful moans ‘cause of me, cum dripping out her cunt and down her legs ‘cause of me… the stares I’d get… I could wank to that prestige for a whole bloody year.”

You pulled Teddy’s arms off you, turning around to face him and shooting him a brutal glare. Your eyes flickered down, spotting your panties blatantly hanging out the breast pocket of his blazer. He followed your eyes, grinning smugly at the panties, as if it was a medal of honour he wanted to flash proudly. “You’re psychotic, Teddy.”

“Do you object, Duchess?” He flashed a smile. You hated how confident he was, how sure he was that he had you wrapped around his finger. 

You felt a heat rising within you. Whether it was in a rage at Teddy’s intentions to humiliate you to arouse his ego, or in a reluctance to acknowledge the desire for him that still remained, it grew unbearable. You could feel everyone’s eyes on both of you. Your eyes glanced down at Teddy’s lips, and he lifted his head daring you to proceed with what you’ve been pining for since the moment you set eyes on him. 

With everyone looking, it would earn him the kind of attention that could supposedly make his cock hard, but for you, it was a mere case of quenching the mad desire to taste as much of him as you could. You knew by kissing him, he’d of won, and you would’ve surrendered your dignity all for a mobster’s boy toy.

“Fuck it.” You hissed sharply before tugging Teddy’s tie, forcing his lips against yours. You kissed him feverishly, desperate to savour the taste of him and the taste of yourself that still remained on his lips, paying no mind to the stares that burned your way. 

After all those times you would bear witness to ‘Mad’ Teddy Smith being nothing more than Ronald Kray’s toy, it seemed it was time Teddy was granted a toy of his own. 

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With Rowling revealing herself as a full on TERF yesterday, I feel the need to say something about this whole thing… I mean firstly, fuck JKR, trans people are so valid. But lately I’ve noticed a growing subset of people who are either priding themselves on never having read Harry Potter, or shaming people who used to consider themselves huge fans of it, and I need to explain why that’s bad.

If you’re out here saying shit like “everyone who liked Harry Potter is probs a cop now”, or “Harry Potter was always trash anyway” that’s…. not it. It was popular for a reason. Millions of people, trans, queer, POC, Black, Jewish, etc. knew and loved it for years. If you’re only now saying it’s trash because it’s confirmed that the author is a bigot, that’s kinda fucked.

Firstly, you should be looking critically at all media you consume regardless of if you’re aware of the author’s viewpoints, secondly, you’re implying that everything made by bigoted, racist, homophobic people is automatically bad writing. Unfortunately, that’s not true.

You cannot only read stuff from “unproblematic” authors. It’s literally impossible. For one, authors aren’t always stupid enough to share their bigoted opinions on twitter for the world to see. And if you’ve read anything by a white person from the 19th (hell, 20th) century, they’re almost definitely a huge fucking racist at the very least. You can, and should, make an effort to consume media made by people of a variety of sexual orientations, gender identities, racial identities, etc. But this doesn’t ensure that all of those people will be perfect unproblematic angels either.

The fact is, bad people make good things. Bad people will make stuff you like. You cannot tie your sense of worth or your personal morals to whether or not you watch or read the “right” stuff made by the “right” people. And if you struggle with this, you’re not alone.

If you’ve ever heard of cognitive dissonance, it basically means that there’s a distressing situation that is creating inconsistency/conflict, so your brain makes an effort to try and restore balance. For example, you know that Harry Potter is a good book series and that JK Rowling is a bad person. But those opposing thoughts occurring simultaneously make your brain feel Bad so in order to get rid of that distress, you either start thinking “well Harry Potter wasn’t good actually” or “well JK can’t really be a bad person”. You’ll see this kind of thing happen all the time with fans of musicians who turn out to be shitheads. And it’s ultimately very harmful.

Make an effort to reconcile the conflicting thoughts in your head. And try not to hold yourself up as the pinnacle of unproblematicness, like in general. We all have stuff we need to work towards, and no one is completely free of biases and prejudice.

And if you’re a Harry Potter fan feeling guilty or uncomfortable because of JKR, here’s my advice to you:

It is definitely important to look closely at problematic aspects of Harry Potter that we, as children, may have overlooked. Initially I hadn’t considered that Cho Chang’s name was racist. I never thought about how the goblins running the bank could be seen as antisemitic. You’ve seen the posts/threads; there’s a laundry list of stuff wrong with these books that deserves to be pointed out. But not recognizing this stuff when you were literally in elementary school doesn’t make you a bad person.

The beauty of reading things while being socially aware means that we can look at something critically and still enjoy its content. No, this does not mean the author is totally dead and no you can’t keep saying “Hatsune Miku wrote Harry Potter”. You cannot ignore where the content came from and pretend that Rowling’s bigoted ideologies didn’t seep into her writing. Acknowledge that JK wrote Harry Potter, that you enjoy(ed) Harry Potter, and that JK is also a huge transphobe amongst other things. All of these things can be true simultaneously.

As for what you can do moving forward, 1. if you must, buy HP merch from indie creators and buy used copies/pirate the books, and 2. make an effort to read different fantasy books written by trans/nb authors. You cannot erase the fact that your childhood was shaped by these books, but you can ensure that your future is shaped by something different, and better.

To everyone else, don’t let your cognitive dissonance give you a sense of moral superiority. And lastly, fuck JKR and fuck transphobes :)

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Essence of My Muse

Lucy Boynton x Female Reader

You were recently hired as Lucy’s makeup artist. She was your greatest muse and soon enough, you were hers as well.

Contains: fluff and smut

A/N: rushed and written while sleep deprived. possible sequel follow up

Words: 2.1K

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The first time you did Lucy’s makeup, she complimented the lavender scent emanating from your wrists.

As you did her makeup that time, your hands hovered delicately around her face, the scent lulling her into calmness. Since then, you made it a habit to make sure you wore a pleasing essence each time you came over.

You’d act nonchalant whenever she took notice of it. When you felt that she was getting used to one scent and the habit of commenting on it would fade away, you’d switch to a different scent so she would take notice again.

Today was one of those days.

“Mm, let me guess…” Lucy said faintly, bottom lip slightly clasped in between her teeth in thought. “Jasmine…?”

“Correct.” You chuckled softly. Your fingers grazed across her face, prepping her skin with primer.

There was something different about tonight when she called you over. You were not previously informed of an event she had to go to tonight. Something about her voice on the phone sounded different, firm yet pleading. When you arrived, the usual team of hair and fashion stylists weren’t there. In fact, Lucy seemed to be getting ready for bed when she answered the door.

It was just the two of you. Lucy, draped in a silk robe, sitting by the window of her penthouse that overlooked a wondrous view of New York. The lights of the apartment were dimmed, and she barely seemed responsive when you’d ask her questions of what event she was headed for tonight.

“Don’t worry about all that. Just work your magic, whatever you feel like doing to me.” She smiled with a coy shrug.

You didn’t object. Those hours of getting your greatest muse ready were the best part of your week. She trusted her ethereal face in your hands, a beautiful canvas that was yours to do what you pleased. You’d do anything you could do to let the indigo spark in her eyes gleam, bring out the plump and shine of her already kissable lips, enhance her sharpened bone structure so perfect it seemed to be carved from marble.

She was yours for those hours, until it was time for her to depart to whatever party or event awaited her. Though so many things about tonight hinted that she wasn’t planning on going out anywhere. But for whatever reason, she desperately needed you to come over to glam her up.

Lucy took in a deep breath as she turned her head so that her nose lightly fluttered at your wrist. As she let out her breath, a faint noise of bliss escaped, her lips parting. The hot rush of steam that danced across your skin as she breathed out cued a slight shiver from you. Your reaction was not lost on Lucy.

She opened her eyes, looking up at you through her lashes, her lips curling into a smirk. “You alright there?”

A hum and a nod was all you could muster as a response. It was hard to formulate a sentence when your mind was occupied with replaying the soft sound she made in tranquil response to your essence. You gulped as you felt the heat begin running to your cheeks, no doubt exposing how much those little movements from her weakened you.

Lucy muffled a mischievous chuckle by lightly biting her lip once more. She was well aware of the effect she had on you, but decided to spare you from the flustered state that began washing over you.

Feeling a surge of courage, you cupped her cheek, brushing your thumb faintly across her bottom lip and lightly tugging it down until it was no longer clamped between her teeth.

Lucy licked her lips a little, the tip of her tongue feathering so close to the tip of your thumb.

“Lip primer?” Lucy spoke while your thumb was still planted on the bottom outline of her lip.

You didn’t respond. Your eyes simply trailed over the curves of her lips, as you let your thumb follow your gaze.

“You’re not going out anywhere, are you?” You asked bluntly. It was near impossible to pretend anymore. The city lights streaming in through the window were barely enough to light up the dim room, not nearly enough to properly do her makeup. No one else in her glam team was present. And Lucy hadn’t bothered to do more to keep up the charade.

The grin that etched across her face was a sufficient enough answer.

“Fun fact...” Lucy whispered. The faintness of her tone lured you in. You leaned down slightly closer under the guise of needing to hear her better. She took another whiff of your wrists, soaking in the essence. “Apparently… the scent of jasmine was discovered as the winning blend...”

“The winning blend?” You repeated, your voice so faint it was inaudible. You were growing more entranced with your thumb brushing against her soft lips.

“The winning blend… for aphrodisiac properties...” She drew out the last ‘s’ sound letting her breath mist over your thumb.

You sucked in a quick breath. “I know…” You nodded. “Every other scent I’ve worn around you had such properties as well…”

“My, my…” She quirked an eyebrow. “What a coincidence…” That delightful sarcasm that you usually found endearing was only flustering under these circumstances. The game of ‘who could play coy the most’ which started the moment you began working for her, was now unbearable.

You opened your mouth, prepared to end the game, demanding an end to her tease. Though, you didn’t need to.

Ending your agony, Lucy parted her lips further until her tongue met with your thumb. Taking the hint, you let your thumb slip into her mouth as she bit down on it slightly. Her lips sucked on it tenderly before pulling away, while looking up at you. The relief of her slicing the tension allowed you to finally acknowledge the arousal that had pooled at your centre.

Once your thumb was free, the cold air replacing her hot breath, you made no hesitation to cup her cheeks with both hands, leaning down slowly until your breaths mingled.

Just before you could welcome her lips against yours, she whispered wide-eyed. “Close your eyes.”

Your brows furrowed at her. Her hands slid up and around your shoulders, motioning for you to sit in front of her.

When she saw that you were at eye level, she tutted and shook her head. She pulled you closer to her, gesturing for you to sit on her lap, so that you were slightly elevated. You obliged with her requests in a trance since you were still fixated on tasting her bare lips, free from any flavour you would’ve painted on them. The flavour of her was all you craved.

Her fingers lightly made contact with your eyelids, and taking the cue, you closed them. The last sight of Lucy’s eyes burning every inch of your face, singed into the black of your lids as you closed them.

You blindly leaned forward, eager to kiss her. Though you couldn’t see, you could sense that every move you made forward, she’d tip her head back.

You sighed. “Kiss me.” You whispered almost pleadingly.

You could hear her laugh faintly before her lips met your cheek, the tips of her short hair tickling the outlines of your face. She brushed her lips along your jaw and down your neck, only planting the faintest of kisses, not nearly enough to quench your need.

The ghosting of contact was more tortuous than no contact at all. You opened your eyes in impatience, cupping her face.

Lucy clasped her fingers around your wrists, prying your hands from her face. “Keep your eyes closed.” The sweetness of her voice coupled with a reassuring squeeze of your hands managed to dilute your impatience.

“No, I want to see you...” It was astounding how much it sounded as if you were in a trance. “My beautiful muse…”

“No, darling… tonight, you’re the muse…”

The gift that those words brought you were decorated as she leaned in for a tender kiss. Somehow, despite your eagerness to kiss her, your lips failed to move much. Her lashes fluttered against your cheek and she turned her head, humming softly into your mouth. This beckoned your lips open, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

“Your eyes… Keep ‘em closed, lovely...” She mumbled in between kisses.

You did as she said, letting yourself reciprocate the kiss more, humming along with her.

Lucy trailed her fingers slowly down your body, making sure to graze every curve you were insecure about, and now could feel proud of. Every inch of you was hers.

When you felt her fingers beginning to glide under your pants, you broke the kiss, wanting to watch. When you opened her eyes, Lucy pulled on the elastic waistband of your pants and let it go, letting it snap sharply against your skin. You winced and met eyes with her.

“Keep your eyes closed.” A stormy deep blue lust misted in her eyes with her demand, though soon after, her brows arched, framing a pleading and sweet gaze. “Please… every time you make me feel beautiful I close my eyes and let you work your magic. It’s my turn now.”

You were frozen stiff at the words she said to you. “I… you…” You muttered in disbelief.

A quiet shush breezed through her pursed lips as she leaned in, beckoning you to close your eyes. Once you had, she pecked lightly on each of your eyelids before trailing her hand back where it once was. “There we are… Just relax…”

Lucy stroked your hair soothingly with one hand, her nails lightly grazing your scalp, serving as a distraction. You were more at ease as her other hand slid under the waistband of your pants, the cold of her fingertips beginning to wash against the heat of your core.

The arousal in your slick heat welcomed her. And once you stopped yourself from stiffening at her touch, her pace grew faster. You kept leaning forward to kiss her, your eyes remaining closed. She would kiss you only in brief sessions before pulling away. You could sense it was so she could watch as you came undone on top of her. Every inch of your face burned, picturing her eyes soaking every detail of it.

A succession of moans and sharp breaths followed every flourish of her fingers, her thumb sweeping against your clit as her fingers delved inside you massaging your walls.

“That’s it, lovely…” The heat from her breath clung onto your lips. You parted them to kiss her again, but knowing you were on the brink of release, she tipped her head back, eager to keep looking at you.

You yelped, wincing at the thrust of her fingers hitting the sweetest of spots, not allowing your growing sensitivity hinder her speed. The guttural moan that forced its way out your mouth would have embarrassed you if your head wasn’t spinning so much with excruciating bliss.

The violent rush that took over you made your posture and balance fail. You collapsed forward, pressing against Lucy and burying your head in the crook of her neck.

Lucy tugged lightly at the back of your hair, steadying your head up, making sure she could see you. “Look at me, don’t hide your face… I need to see you when you—”

A deafening moan silenced her and echoed across the apartment. Your eyes were still closed so you were oblivious to the proud, yet loving grin Lucy wore hearing you relish her every move. Her fingers moved faster against you letting you ride the waves of your orgasm for as long as possible.

She took in the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed crimson, your mouth opening and closing unsure whether to let out your moans or muffle them, your croaked voice whimpering her name as she slowed her speed. “Ah, there she is… my beautiful muse…” She whispered sweetly.

At last, you opened your eyes. You gave a weak smile upon observing her half-lidded eyes gaze up at you.

Lucy tilted her head, a sign of permission that you could kiss her. And you did. Sloppily, given the weakened state you were in. Although the rush of pleasure she gave you was no doubt perfect, having her body and lips pressed against yours properly was more than enough for you.

Lucy pulled away from your lips, burying her face in your neck, taking in your scent. You sat in her lap as she embraced you.

“May I wear this essence next time?” Her whispers vibrating against your collarbone.

You grinned weakly. “May it be the only thing you wear next time.”

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Taron Egerton as Michael “Eddie” Edwards in Eddie the Eagle (2016)

“I just thought we could have a little chat about me being an Olympic ski-jumper.”

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Lady In Red

Chapter Sixteen

Summary: He was only back at work for a week, just a simple favour to a friend. Gardner didn’t think anything of it, it’s not like it would make any difference. Then he met Margaux.

Pairing: Gardner Langway x original female character

Words: 14k

Warnings: Smut, you know how it is

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The moment the door swung open, Gardner asked,

“Did you mean it?”

His question was breathless and rushed but he had to get it out before he lost his nerve. Just seeing Margaux again helped, the whole world seemed to grow hushed whenever she was near. Gardner felt braver now than he’d ever felt in his life, he just hoped it would last.

Margaux blinked at him, stunned by his question and his abrupt appearance. She hadn’t even had time to wipe the tears from her eyes. She just stood in the doorway, paralysed, her jaw slack, trying to string together a response but nothing came.

Gardner stepped closer, his brow furrowed, eyes focused.

“Margaux?”

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John Deacon doing the thing.

(Queen Rock Montreal, 1981).

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I Don’t Like You or Your Band

John Deacon x Reader

Summary: Reader is a music journalist, and a very popular one at that. She knew Deaky when they were teenagers. She’s written a pretty harsh piece about Queen.

Word Count: 10K

Tag List:  @someone-get-a-medic @deakysgurl, @polarcrystall, @queer-heart-attack, @dewdarkdemon, @qweenly, @smittyjaws, @caborhapch, @amelialio, @flyawayhay, @hannahfuckingsucks, @hotspacedeaky, @julessbrown, @reavenedges-lies, @simmisblog, @anna-1946, @ziggymay, @retromusicsalad, @catch-a-deak, @winterssoldierrs, @casafrass, @cranberribread, @strawberry-lemonade0, @ilovetacos1267

A/N: This gets very smutty at the end, but that was the whole point! Also, this fic was inspired by the song, “I Don’t Like You or Your Band” by Kate Rhudy. Go check her out on Spotify, her whole album is awesome :)

Your cigarettes, your leather shoes You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues You’ve become something I can’t stand Don’t even miss holdin’ your hand And I don’t like you or your band

Monday I was in love with a good, good man 

He was kissing you. Shy and sloppy, reflecting the innocence of the moment. You reached for the buttons of his shirt, hands shaking. He went to do the same, his fingers tracing the hem of your sweater. It was soft and pink, as virginal as you were. 

Your eyes snapped open. A tear leaked out and slid down your cheek. Why were you dreaming this now? Then you remembered. The Queen article was going out today. It was scathing. The thought made you nervous. Would the band see it? Would he see it? Did you care if he did?

You wiped your face and got up. You put on a simple dress and heels, pushing all thoughts of your past to the back of your mind. You didn’t want to think about him now. You didn’t want to think about him at all, really. 

As you walked into you office, you said hello to the receptionist as you made your way to your empty desk. You usually had a copy of the week’s issue waiting for you, before they hit the shelves. Your brow furrowed.

“Y/N,” said your editor, Charles, as he sauntered over to you. “You ready for today’s issue?”

He waved the magazine in front of you before letting it fall onto your desk with a slap. Queen was spread across the front page. You looked away.

You nodded at Charles, resolving yourself to your pride in your work. Your history with John Deacon was irrelevant. In fact, you had not even disclosed it to Charles - or anyone - because you felt that it mattered that little. 

“Hey, you’re from the same town as the bass player, right?” Charles asked.

A nervous twinge went through you. “Um, yeah.”

“Did you know him?” 

“No,” you lied. “No, not really.”

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the purge but in reverse everything is illegal for 24hrs so we all just go to bed and be quiet for a bit

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The One

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Word Count: 2,698

Summary: Reader and John are set up on a blind date by a mutual friend.

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1971

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(Y/N) (L/N) was somewhere where they usually didn’t spend their Friday nights: seated at a restaurant in their best clothing. Most of the time during this hour you could find the artist sitting comfortably at home in their pajamas watching television while they drew in their sketchbook. But this end of the week was different. A friend of (Y/N)’s insisted that they got up off the couch and go on a date with his friend. That person was no other than Freddie Mercury; a friend and classmate from the Ealing College of Art. Freddie studied graphic design and illustration with (Y/N) but aside from that, he had a major passion for music. When they lived together, he sang for them almost everyday when they would come home after a rough day and to (Y/N), Freddie had the voice of an angel. It was the most beautiful sound they’d ever heard.

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Lady In Red

Chapter Fourteen

Summary: He was only back at work for a week, just a simple favour to a friend. Gardner didn’t think anything of it, it’s not like it would make any difference. Then he met Margaux. 

Pairing: Gardner Langway x original female character

Words: 5k

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No matter what was happening in Gardner’s life, the sidewalk was always the same. Every so often, something new would appear but no one could change its basic elements, so it was always the same turns, the same roads, the same curbs.

Gardner loved it, that reliability, it was a comfort. He could understand why some might think that was strange, to love something as simple and sometimes as ugly as the sidewalk beneath their feet, but to Gardner, who had known such uncertainty, the cracks and patterns he’d known his whole life were a constant, and things didn’t have to be beautiful to be loved, things didn’t have to be perfect to be cherished.

The sidewalk was always the same. Usually. Much like everything else in his life, knowing Margaux had made his world a little brighter, a little more colourful, and a lot more wonderful.  

He passed the new paving slabs on Bleeker Street that spiralled into each other like snail shells, and the pothole that had been filled on Lake Drive. Foxglove Avenue merged into Marigold Lane, where bright orange flowers waved at him as he passed. 

Just at the point where the road narrowed, there was a drawing. Gardner wouldn’t have seen it if he didn’t have his eyes down. In red chalk, someone had written ‘GOOD MORNING!’ in big block letters. 

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Little Talks

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word Count: 1,388

Summary: Reader and Joe are expecting a baby and something monumental occurs during the pregnancy.

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One night, you and Joe lied in your bed with only a dim nightlight illuminating the room. There was one plugged into the wall because you often had to get up to use the bathroom multiple times during the night due to the fact you were carrying the next Mazzello and didn’t want to wake Joe up with the normal light.

Joe was such a good father already. He always had to make sure you were comfortable every single moment. One hint of discomfort and he would be right over trying to make you comfortable. Your boyfriend had been so excited to find out that he was going to be a dad, so much so that he broke out into a dance

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