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crushing - takuma ino

word count: 3k warnings: i think none summary: ino's not great at making moves and you're not great at picking up on them. either way, you're undeniably crushing on each other. a/n: this is my first ino fic! i don't usually post something immediately after finishing it but i really wanted feedback on this one before i wrote bigger n better fics for him :3 ___

Takuma Ino was not a desperate man.

At least he hoped he didn’t come off that way whenever he crossed paths with (y/l/n) (y/n). He really hoped he didn’t. Because every day he spent at Jujutsu Tech, he went out of his way to ‘accidentally’ bump into her as many times as possible.

His personal best was twenty-five. That day he’d stayed well past sunset to finish the paperwork he’d neglected, but he still stands by his choices.

Nanami claimed that if he had a crush on the young manager, then he should just ask her out already, but Ino didn’t think it was that easy. Not because he was nervous- of course not! He just wanted to be certain that she would agree to go out with him before making a move. That wasn’t a ridiculous notion, was it?

It wasn’t ridiculous. It just meant things moved… slowly.

“Ino, hey,”

(y/n’s) drawn out of her conversation with Maki when she sees the Grade Two Sorcerer approaching in the hall. There’s a soft smile of familiarity on her face, unlike the student beside her who rolled her eyes and slumped against the wall, knowing that it would take twice as long to have her paperwork looked over. This wasn’t the first time Maki had witnessed the perfect distraction that was Takuma Ino. It was already the fourth time this week, and just like every other time, (y/n) fell for it right away.

Just as he approaches the both of them, a look of confusion flashes across (y/n’s) face, and she tucks the forgotten paperwork against her chest as she tilts her head at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to Yokohama? I thought you were assigned to that Grade One curse with the whole…” She pauses as she makes an indefinite shape with her hands, “Explosive thing?”

“I’m about to head out for it now, but, you know,” He shrugs his shoulders, a smile forming on his face the longer he looks at her.

The first time he’d laid eyes on her he’d done a cartoonish double take, which unfortunately Nanami bore witness to. She’d been walking and chatting animatedly with Ijichi- who seemed less passionate about the conversation but was an attentive listener nonetheless- and every time he’d seen her since, Ino felt the same lurch in his heart that was the desire to linger near her just a little longer.

Before he could finish his thought, Maki was speaking up first.

“You just wanted to show up late?” She asked dryly, her expression anything but amused by the sight of young love.

“I’m not late,” He chuckles nervously, shaking his head. “I just wanted to stop by my good luck charm before I left” He claims with a little more confidence before he grins at (y/n).

She laughs at the comment, and Maki can’t help but roll her eyes just a little bit. Typical. Surely she’d swoon over the flirty comment and then drop it completely, just like she always did.

“Yeah yeah,” She mused, just like Maki expected. “Go, don’t get yourself in trouble again. I don’t think Nanami will keep vouching for you”

“Sure he will,” Ino waves a dismissive hand, but judging from the way he’s already turning away and breaking into a jog, (y/n) and Maki can see through the nonchalant act. “But it’ll be quick! I’ll have the shortest report ever for you!” He hollers from down the hall.

(y/n’s) still chuckling once he’s out of sight. Maki huffs in aggravation.

“I can’t believe you lead that guy on. You’re gonna have to let him down easy if you don’t want him to have a stroke”

“What?” (y/n) shakes her head at the student’s accusation. “I don’t lead him on, we just get along”

“You lead him on” Maki deadpans. (y/n) holds her paperwork a little tighter against herself, and the defensive action doesn’t go unnoticed.

“This isn’t appropriate, I won’t allow for this to be a silly rumor of some s-”

“Gojo Sensei says that he’ll never make a move unless you do it first” Maki shrugs.

All professionalism flies out the window in an instant as (y/n’s) face goes blank, her eyes blinking wide as she stares back at the student in utter disbelief.

“He did?” She mumbles.

Maki nods in confirmation.

(y/n) glances around herself to ensure their conversation would be a private one, before shuffling forward and lowering her voice.

“Well… what else did he say?” ___

To say that (y/n) had a bit of a crush on the Auspicious Beast Summoner would be an understatement. From the day he’d fallen in front of her- literally, he fell down half a flight of stairs and she’d rushed to make sure he was alright- there was something exciting about him. He was so kind, and funny, and he so obviously went out of his way to talk to her that she slowly found her heart fluttering more and more whenever he was around.

All this time she’d thought he was just friendly, and was eager to have a companion at Jujutsu Tech that was his age. Why else would he spend so much time around a manager when there are much cooler, much stronger people around? It was no secret what he thought of Nanami, and while (y/n) was proud of her work, she simply couldn’t compete with the skill of a sorcerer.

Usually she wasn’t one to listen to rumors, especially from a source like Gojo Satoru. He may have been a friend-of-sorts to her, but that didn’t mean (y/n) trusted him for a second. Gojo was a good guy, but he was the kind of guy to stir the pot when he was bored, and playing matchmaker was just a game to him. So despite everything Maki had told her, she didn’t necessarily believe it. She was just curious, that’s all.

And the only reason she was headed off to Ino’s office after being notified he’d returned from his mission was just to address the rumors, that’s all. She was doing him a favor by letting him know what the other sorcerers were gossiping about. There couldn’t possibly be an ulterior motive laced in there as well.

His door is open when she reaches the small workspace, but he doesn’t seem to notice when she appears there, leaning into the door frame while she takes in the crude office.

Calling it an office didn’t even feel correct. There was a desk and a computer, and a semi-comfortable looking rolling chair that Ino was sitting in. He hadn’t realized there was a visitor at the door seeing as he had his head hanging over the back of it, his mask pulled down and his hands pressed into his face. (y/n) had to bite back the chuckle that threatened to come out of her, assuming there was more to report in his paperwork than he’d assumed and was now overwhelmed by it.

With a soft tap of her knuckles on the doorframe, (y/n) makes her presence known.

“Need some help?”

Ino jolts up so suddenly his chair is sent backwards, rolling away from the desk and tipping out of balance too, but he’s quick to steady himself, staring at her sudden figure at his door with wide eyes. It’s the only part of his expression she can make out, seeing as he’s still got his mask pulled over his face.

“(y/n)!” He greets her louder than he intended, but he had yet to shake off his surprise in seeing her. A fond smile tilts the corners of her mouth, unable to be helped as she watches him awkwardly scramble in his seat. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to consider leaving if you were crying under there” She teases, finally stepping foot into the room. Her eyes wander the bare gray walls, a slight frown taking over at how empty the whole space feels.

“No, I’m not-” Before he continues, Ino’s quick to yank his mask off his face, pulling it off his head completely and dropping it on his desk. “What brings you here?” He changes the subject completely, his eyes never leaving her figure as she wanders around the room as if looking for something.

He realizes then that she’s never seen his office- not that there was much to see, as she was coming to find- but nonetheless it’s odd that she’s the one approaching him for once. It was always Ino searching around the halls of Jujutsu Tech for her, not the other way around.

“So empty,” (y/n) comments quietly, and he’s not sure if she was talking to herself or him. “You don’t like to decorate?” She asks, this time turning to him.

“I’m not in here very much,” He admits, a sheepish smile on his face. “I take most of my paperwork home. If I’m here I’m not usually in the office”

“Yeah,” (y/n) smiles softly, ducking her head to hide the way her face warms up. “That’s cause you’re usually trying to bother me”

She doesn’t see it, but Ino’s face lights up. He bears a wide grin and his eyes gleam with excitement. She was acting quite out of character today. Usually he was the one teasing her. This was a real treat.

“Bother?” He repeats, standing up from his chair and rounding his desk to lean against it, completely ignoring the half-written report on his computer that he hadn’t hit save on in a while. “I don’t seem to remember ever bothering you”

She rolls her eyes, finally looking up at him, and Ino thinks he could combust from excitement. She’s blushing, which he’s not sure he’s ever seen before, and he can tell she’s fighting back a bigger smile behind the small one she shows him.

“Well what would you call it then?” She asks, still struggling to bite back a grin that mirrors his. So much joy poured out of him it was difficult to fight the way it took her by the soul and forced her to feel nothing but warmth and butterflies.

“Obviously I was romancing you,” Ino replies without missing a beat, surprising even himself with the blunt truth. Besides the way her eyes round into saucers, (y/n) doesn’t really react to the statement. “Not my fault you’re a hard person to flirt with sometimes” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, and then tucks his hands into his pockets.

(y/n) blinks a few times, staring him down like she was suddenly an expert in body language.

“I am?” She asks, a small laugh escaping her at the suggestion. “Because maybe I didn’t know you were flirting” She says with a shrug of her own.

Ino gapes back at her, unable to keep up with the chill facade when she says something so ridiculous.

“What do you mean you didn’t know?” He asks, and she laughs again, finally losing the battle to the grin on her face. “Was I not obvious enough? You know that even Gojo was trying to get me to-”

“Yeah, I know,” (y/n) says quietly, but it’s effective in getting him to shut up. “One of his students might’ve told me some rumors they heard from him” She explains.

“What!?” Embarrassment floods his features. “Who? I want names-”

“Can’t, teacher-student confidentiality and all” She teases.

She’s learning it was quite fun to not be on the receiving end of the playful banter. In the past it was always Ino with the perfect quip or joke to have her flustered for the rest of the day, even if she wouldn’t show it. Knowing he was actually incredibly easy to mess with felt like knowing his weakness.

“You’re not a teacher” He deadpans. She laughs again.

“Well, I actually came to let you know that certain sorcerers here were spreading rumors to slander your good name,” She tells him matter of factly. “But it appears those rumors are actually true, so they’re not really rumors, huh?”

Ino rolls his eyes, but it’s in no way directed at her. He makes a mental note to bring this up to Nanami to add to the very long list of grievances caused by Gojo Satoru.

(y/n) steps close to him, linking her fingers together behind her back as she finds the courage to hold eye contact with him.

“Why didn’t you just ask me out?” She asks.

He hates that she tilts her head to the side just so. She did it on occasion when she was confused about something, and Ino’s sure that she’s not even aware that she had that tendency, but every time she did it he was so overwhelmed by the urge to kiss her that most of the time he had to completely walk away from her.

But they’re in his office, having a conversation he really didn’t want to walk away from. If he ran now, there would be no coming back from it, and his intrigue in how she felt about him outweighed the aggravation she caused him when she looked that pretty.

He’s staring at her without saying anything, and he knows it’s been a few seconds too long to be comfortable, but it’s hard to care. She’s close enough to him that he can smell her perfume and see how every strand of hair falls over left shoulder and he can’t help but take in every pretty sight of her.

He once swore he wasn’t a desperate man, hence his patience in waiting while he tried to figure out how she felt before he made a move, but standing here now, what’s one promise in the grand scheme of life?

So he leans forward off his desk a bit, desperation getting the best of him.

“Would you have agreed?”

She raises her chin, the apples of her cheeks getting rosy in color despite her trying to play it cool.

“I asked you first”

“I asked you second”

That had her bursting out in laughter, hands falling to her hips.

“Oh, real mature!” She says through a fit of bubbly giggles.

It’s cute. It was so cute in fact, Ino just couldn’t take it anymore. The fun banter he’d tried to establish had now warped into his own personal hell.

And hell didn’t even have any boring office decorations, no succulents, no photo frames, not even a calendar.

“Just answer the question,” He says, and it comes out as more of a plea than he means for it to, but he doesn’t bother trying to compensate for it, or taking it back. “Would you have agreed to go out with me?”

He has a hopeful look in his eye that only seems to gleam more with every second that passes without her response. (y/n) softens, the warmth in her chest spreading throughout her entire body and making her melt like putty. It was almost pathetic, how quickly this little crush she’d harbored for the sorcerer had grown into something more genuine than she’s ever felt for anyone before.

“Yeah,” She answers simply, quietly, barely nodding her head along with her confirmation. “Yeah, I would have”

The smile he wears is so sweet and pure that she’s mirroring it in a heartbeat.

“Okay,” He thinks he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t hurry this up, so he rushes the next string of words out so fast (y/n’s) lucky she managed to understand him. “You wanna go out then? Tonight? For drinks? And then maybe dinner?”

She’s laughing as she nods, her hands nervously fiddling together.

“Okay,” She repeats, rocking back and forth on her feet just once. “But you should finish your report first. So, call me when you’re done?”

He wants to protest, but he knows she’s right. So as he hands her his phone to add herself as a contact, Ino mentally starts going through what he has to finish so he could get through it as quickly as possible.

She’s still grinning when she hands him his phone back, already eager for the day to be over.

“I’ll be quick, promise” He beams back at her as she makes her way out of his office.

“You pick where we go for drinks, and I’ll pick where we go for dinner,” She decides, lingering at the doorway for just a moment longer. “Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect” He’s back in his chair and clicking away at his keyboard as he writes nonsense into his report.

(y/n’s) gone with a little wave and a blush that only burns brighter the further away she gets. She just hopes she doesn’t run into anyone in the meantime.

Ino tries to work on his report after adding some meaningless fluff of things that didn’t really happen, and weren’t really necessary for the report. He really does try.

For five whole minutes.

But then he can’t help but open his phone to check on the contact (y/n) had just made for himself, and seeing the little orange heart emoji she’d added next to her name has him swooning way too hard- over an emoji, at least. But that’s what she reduced him to, mush.

(y/n’s) just reached the front steps of Jujutsu Tech when her phone starts blaring her ringtone in her pocket. She makes a face at the unknown number calling her, but it’s washed away as soon as she picks it up.

“Would you believe me if I said I finished already?” Ino’s speaking right away, without so much as a greeting.

She giggles into the receiver, because no, no she doesn’t.

“That’s quite impressive work” She praises.

“I think you’ll come to find I’m quite an impressive guy!” He responds, and then quickly follows it with, “Not in, like, a douchebag way though!”

She fights the urge to laugh any harder, not wanting to put him through any more embarrassment than he’s already suffered today. They still have an entire evening ahead of them, after all.

“Of course not,” She murmurs softly. “Meet me at the front steps, then? We can go into town together”

And when Ino’s there in under a minute, trying desperately not to show how out of breath he is, she doesn’t tease him for it. Not until later in the night after a few drinks in, anyways.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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enjakey · 2 months ago

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MASTERLIST | requests are open for anything and also relating to my existing fics as well! Ask me a question about them and I’ll write a small drabble or headcannon closed until after my exams and internship and the people that have requested please be patient 😭| all my fics are x y/n unless specified otherwise

JAKE:

Beneath the blue

24k- taken under the wing of the great marine biologist Henry Sim, Y/N finds herself getting close to him and his family. She’s friends with his first son, Jason, but is apprehensive of his second son, Jake. Jake, who is notorious for his bad behaviour and disappointing decisions, finds himself being drawn to Y/N and her undeniable love towards the ocean. When the two are put together in a group of researchers for an expedition for three months on the ocean, she doesn’t expect herself to fall for him- let alone, fight storms for him.

This new version of me

24k- after most idols retire, they usually have something to fall back upon, some sort of job or hobby waiting for them to return to the layman life. Jake, however, was struggling to find his way. At twenty-seven, he knew it would be a terrible idea to go back to studying, despite his love for physics. So, he dabbled back into the world of music, exploring his talents in song writing and exploiting his contacts for help. While back at his unfamiliar home from his childhood, his family of four living under one roof again, he’s reintroduced to Y/N, the girl next door, who he spent some of his childhood with.

The University and the Dorms We Hate

14k- in which everyone that went to your university hated it- it was low budgeted and whoever ended up there made the worse decision of their lives. They were so out of funds that the boys dorm building collapsed, leading them to move into the girls’ dorm. Jake and Y/N hover in each other's lives before finally crashing into each other- protecting each other and their friends, Jay and Sunghoon.

One Night

7k- in which ENHYPEN argues with their shitty excuse for a management and Jake storms out, convinced that his night is ruined. Until he meets you in the elevator and makes it his mission to be beside you the whole time because you are an ENGENE and he loves his fans. But will the night's decisions get you in trouble? Will the night's decisions leave you in shambles when you wake up the next day? Only one way to find out...

Please Stop, Don’t Stop

(9k)- living in Jay’s shadow as his younger sister was always the life you had known. Considering that he was the heir to family business, the now leader of a mafia, Jay took all kinds of protective measures to keep you safe. Which meant that you were always by his side- just, a room away from his in hotels with your own body guards. You loathed your brother, you did. He stripped you away of a life. But then he loosened up when his right hand man and best friend, Jake, pulled some strings and somehow had you swooning for him.

SUNGHOON:

Light Switch in the Dark

30k- two strangers travelling on the same path with different journeys in mind meet on a train to France. They spend a night of adventure, only to part ways the next morning. A decade later, they cross paths again in a book store in Shanghai. They’re both different people now, obviously, with so much life under their belts- success, loss, age. But the spark of the train still flickered between them. Did that mean the pair would live happily ever after or would they still have to struggle the curveballs thrown at them- Alzheimer’s, depression and utter fear of mortality? (The train to Paris that led to Shanghai)

Pretty in beige

6k- in which an idol falls in love with an intern- a tale as old as time, for two coworkers to pine over each other.

Small town boy

17k- growing up in a small town, that was all Sunghoon knew. He didn’t have big dreams of moving away and being part of the city life. His only dream was to become a chef- he didn’t know how, but he’d do it. His life in his small town is simple, serene and sometimes lonely. But he never complains. But something shifts in the familiar briney air when Y/N steps foot into town and old stories of their parents are uncovered.

NIKI:

HYBE-boy

5k- you debuted as a solo idol in HYBE not long ago, quickly rising to fame. And soon, you’d started a variety show where many other idols joined as guests. On one episode, a few members of ENHYPEN join you, including Niki. And that, you suppose, is when everything started.

Through Plastic Screens + Extra

8k- in which Niki, enhypen’s baby, falls in love with a fan, Y/N. And somehow, through all the tribulations of life, they stay in touch. Calls, texts, videos and pictures- it was all they ever knew of each other, how they fell in love. But how long would this last, pining for each other through plastic screens? But they refuse to leave each other’s lives- even ten years later, when they’re old enough to get married and have stable careers.

PHOTOCARDS

Woman of few words (Jake x you)

In which Jake meets a girl who doesn’t know how to speak much but when she does, it’s bliss.

Physics and Arts (Jake x you)

Jake doesn’t know how he ended up with someone complete different from him. But the more he gets to know you, the more he falls in love with you.

Cringe, Just a bit (Jake x you x Sunghoon)

In which you and Jake are dating, but you’re in love with his best friend, Sunghoon. Is it better to leave or become a wedge between their friendship?

I can be you Spider-Man (Niki x you)

Just smut (fingering, oral). No plot… just hard thoughts.

NEW YORK SERIES; in order

Jake: me after him

25k- Jake, who lived with his best of friends in New York, scores a jackpot- he made it in the modelling industry and now, he was one of the best of the best. He thinks his life is perfect- until he meets Y/N; mysterious, quiet and broken Y/N

Jay: to be whole with you- coming soon

Heeseung: just you, just me- coming soon

Sunoo: you at first sight- coming soon

Jungwon: sincerely, I loathe you- coming soon

Sunghoon: where have you been

20k- to the outside world, Sunghoon had it all- looks, friends, a successful career and a New York life. But he was lonely, brinking on the hope of never finding true love again. He’d come to the age of even giving up, watching some of his closest friends getting married and starting families. That is, until he met Y/N, a curiously cautious archaeologist

Niki: you, all this time

37k- Riki had known Y/N since she was a kid- she was his sister's, Sola's, best friend, after all. It was hard not to see her. He spent most of his childhood taking care of Sola and Y/N with Konon- putting band-aids on her scraped knee, sneaking out to buy ice cream and running into the beach together. But then, at the ripe age of fifteen, he moved to New York with his friends to start anew- but Y/N was never forgotten. She hovered in his life with Sola's presence- until, she entered his life again like a breath of fresh air. She came to New York to pursue a masters in film and in the process, Riki found himself wrapped up in the storm that was Y/N.

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 7 months ago

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Poly!plastics x Smartass!reader

Readers is a smartass plain and simple they do not know when to stop running their mouth someone telling them they look stupid? “That's what your mother said when you popped out.” it usually ends up in a fight win or lose reader will never shut the hell up

Magic Kisses

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, jock picks on reader, reader making smartass remarks, regina standing up for reader

|| Summary; during lunch, reader overhears a comment a jock makes about them. They take matters into their own hands, but Regina steps in before things get worse.

Requests closed!

Started; November 12th

Finished; November 12th

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Little thing about you, you never knew when to stop running your mouth. From morning to night you always seemed to have something to say. Usually some smartass remark in business that wasn't your own. Most of the time, your girlfriends found it pretty amusing. When it didn't land you in trouble.

Getting to school felt like such a rush this morning, you didn't realize how late it was until you heard the constant honk of Regina's horn. Clearly more than impatient as she waited for you. As you walked out of the house, she rolled her eyes and looked you up and down. "You look like you just rolled out of bed."

"Gee, thanks. Aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning?" You huffed, getting into the back with Karen. Gretchen sat front seat next to Regina, feeling a little fidgety after your remark.

"So- so! Uh, sleep well, Y/N?" Gretchen asked, trying to make conversation and avoid looking at the glare Regina sent you. You just smiled sheepishly at the blonde, who rolled her eyes and started the jeep, before turning your attention to Gretchen.

"No, didn't get to sleep until late and then when I was asleep I kept waking up. And overslept past my alarm this morning." You sighed, leaning back against the seats of the jeep as Regina drove the four of you to school. Karen looked at you with a frown, noticing how tired you were. She gets an idea and immediately smiles. Karen cups your cheeks, giving you a kiss. You melted under her touch, lips moving against hers while one leg went over Karen's lap. Moving her closer. The kiss ended and you looked into her eyes. A little confused," what was the kiss for, baby?"

"Magic kisses. They help when you feel sad!" Karen said simply, giving you a pat on the head. You blinked, surprised by her response. Then laughed and smiled, already feeling a little better. Magic kisses, huh?

"Well hey, look at that. It worked." You gave her a kiss on the nose and she giggled.

Getting to school didn't take long; it was only about a five minute drive from your pace. When everyone got out of Regina's jeep, Gretchen skipped over to you. Looking happy as she pecked your lips and wrapped an arm around your waist," I hope your day's better than your night." She smiled at you and you smiled back, giving her ass a little squeeze while you held her close.

"Thanks, Gren." You gave her a proper kiss and she melted against you. It didn't take a lot to get Gretchen swooning. Regina and Karen walked ahead, Karen holding hands with Regina and babbling on about something. While Regina looked incredibly bored with the conversation. Just occasionally nodding her head.

School was boring right up until about lunch time. You sat with your girls, sitting comfortably next to Regina. The four of you making light conversation. Gretchen keeping you all up to date with the latest gossip. You left the table to go get another snack and passed by one of the jocks. Overhearing him say," I don't get why the plastics picked them. Like, they're just stupid. There's nothing special about them."

You glanced at the jock, raising an eyebrow that could only mean to say 'seriously?' and scoffed. Getting his attention. You folded your arms across your chest," I'm sure your mother said the same thing when you popped out." You retorted, a smirk growing on your face. His eyes widened and he looked at you. Both him and his buddy caught off guard for just a moment. Before they recovered.

"Listen here, you little shit-" He started walking towards you. Only for Regina to get in front of him. When you hadn't been paying attention, she walked over the moment she saw you talking with the jock. With the kind of mouth you had, she knew trouble would start. And she was right. Gretchen and Karen watched from the sidelines as the jock stuttered under Regina's glare," uh- Regina- heyyyy-"

"Apologize to them." Was all she said, hands rested on her hips. She just radiated power and dominance. The guys shared a glance, the jock that had spoken swallowed.

"I'm sorry..." He muttered through gritted teeth.

Regina rolled her eyes," not to me, to them." She pointed to you," while you're at it, get on your hands and knees." She smirked.

The jock looked utterly humiliated and humbled as he got down. Resting on both knees, head tilted up to you. The glare in his eyes ever present, showing just how much he hated this." I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you sure look it." You smirked and walked over to Regina, giving her a kiss. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close while you made out with her. The jock, though you couldn't see, looked incredibly jealous. When the kiss parted, Regina looked into your eyes and sighed. Losing the tension in her shoulders. She grabbed your hand and took you back over to their table. Damn, she was hot. Your eyes didn't leave her for the rest of lunch.

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victoria-grimesss · 2 years ago

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Call the Doctor, I'm in Love

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->Paring: Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Medic!Fem!Reader

->Words: 2.9k

->Warning: fluff & angst, mentions of injury/wounds

->Summary: Soap has a big ol crush on you, he’s not sneaky or quiet about it. Here are the many times he’s fantasized about you and the one time you answered his dreams.

->A/N: a little something because I love Foap!

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish is a pretty guy, a hunk if you will and he knows it. He has no troubles with the ladies and is highly experienced but he always feels like he’s lacking something, someone. Until you came along, pretty new medic. You’re his favorite. He always goes to you for a patch up even waiting for medical help until you come back from break. Johnny is a saint, he is a patient and giving man.

But he wants you, desperately. He’s got a big fat crush and he’s not quiet about it. The 141 is exhausted hearing about what you did today and that Soap thinks you looked dreamy today, stitching up his arm. He saw you look at him a little extra that means you want to be with him right? They can’t wait until you either reject the poor fool or take him on a bloody date. Here are the times poor Mactavish has swooned over you:

The 1st Time: Your Introduction

Soap has found himself head over heels for you. He first saw you in the medical tent after him and an enemy went headfirst over a steep rockwall, he was fine of course, seems like that guy can bounce back from anything, you had nursed him back to health and he was done for. Your caring words and gentle hands were all he wanted now. And imagine his surprise and excitement when you became the team's new task-force medic.

“Alright team I hope you read over the file, we got a new member to our team. She's going to be our medic but don’t worry she can hold our own on the field. She’s reliable and damn good at her job. We’ve had too many close calls lately and I don’t want anyone dying of something that could have been prevented.”

Price ends his introduction and you greet your way around the room, everyone is nice enough for tuff military men. You find yourself sitting next to John, or Soap, or sometimes Johnny depending on who you ask. He’s a good looking guy, as are the rest in the room but you have a job to do so you don’t plan on messing up your place on the team by intermingling with one of them.

“Aye lass, do you carry one of those stethoscope things around with ya?”

He’s leaning on one arm, checking out the equipment you had brought with you.

“I usually keep it in the office, why is something wrong?”

You’re looking him over for anything obvious but nothing sounds any alarm.

“Ah no, it’s just my heart… it’s acting funny, beats a little faster when you come around.”

He’s smiling and you laugh not expecting a bad pick-up line but seems like he’s that kind of guy.

“I see. Well might want to try working on your cardio then that’ll improve that heart rate of yours.”

He pauses, thinking of what to say next to lure you in.

“You like bars doctor?”

“Not particularly..”

“Would ya mind joining me, I hate drinking alone.”

You smile, amused.

“Why not one of the other boys, someone you’re more familiar with.”

You’re looking into your bag and he drops his head lower so you’ll look him in the eyes.

“I’d like to be more familiar with you bonnie.”

You stop and put your hands on your hips pretending to think.

“Well I’m not so interesting, just a doctor after all. I’m sure Gaz would love to join you, you two seem the best of friends.”

He seems a little discouraged when you don’t play into his game but he looks at the small smile that plays on your lips and knows he’s just gotta keep trying. You won’t shake him off that easily.

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The 2nd Time: The Flu Incident

Flu season. Your favorite time of the year, your inner monologue drips with sarcasm as you scrub your hands raw for the sixth time today. It’s late afternoon and the sun dips over the horizon as the rooms are casted with a honey soaked orange glow. The murmurs from the outside hallway peak your interest and you dry your hands and exit to the hall.

“I told you MacTavish I can help you just as easily as any other nurse or doctor, just come into my office and we’ll get you fixed up.”

An older more seasoned nurse has her hands on her hips, gaze pointed at Soap with a motherly disapproved look at her face. You step out of the room tossing the paper towel into the bin.

“Troubled patient?”

Soap lifts his head at your voice and he smiles, voice nasally and strained.

“Ah there ya are bonnie, been waiting for you. Think you can fix me?”

“You’d be in better hands with her you know? Unlike me she knows what she’s doing.”

Your tone is playful and Johnny stands weakly, hand on the wall.

“Yea but you’re my favorite, can’t feel better unless it’s you.”

The other nurse is called away shooting you a good luck look with her eyes, no doubt happy to not have to deal with the sickly man.

“Alright Johnny whatever you say. Let’s get you to a bed.”

“You’re a real saint hen.”

You place a steady hand on his back leading him to the bed in your office, away from the overflow so he can hopefully get some rest.

“Alright Johnny go ahead and lay down I’ll get your temp and let’s see if we can break that fever alright?”

He groans as he lays down obviously dealing with joint pain from the flu, it’s a nasty one that’s hit the base this time.

You run a washcloth under cool water, grab your thermometer, and sit next to him making sure he’s comfortable. You take his temp and frown,

“Give it to me straight doctor, am I going to make it?”

He grips your hand dramatically and you laugh while patting his hand.

“I think you’ll just scrape by, it’ll be close though.”

“Oh thank heavens. Guess you’ll just have to take extra close care of me right?”

He’s giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes again as you place the washcloth on his forehead and place the back of your hand on his cheek to feel the temp there as well.

“I guess since I’m part of your team now I’ll have to make sure you live, so yes. I will take extra good care of you.”

You smile at him softly, you don’t like seeing anyone sick but sick Soap reminds you of a kicked puppy.

You miss the way his eyes shine up at you as you chart his info. How the thoughts in his head are those of you and him on dates, what ring he will propose to you with, where you’ll honeymoon and various other daydreams he has swirling around. He would do anything for you to be his, he would capture the stars for you.

You get up from your chair to put his info into the computer and he looks at the sad flowers on the side table, shriveled and needing to be tossed.

“These flowers aren't lookin so good.”

You glance over and frown.

“Oh yeah, it’s been so busy lately I haven't had a chance to replace them yet.”

He hums and you walk back over to him and give him some painkillers and electrolyte drink mix.

“Take these and get some rest please, it’ll do you good.”

He sits up, eyes on you as he takes the pills, handing you the little cup back.

“I’ll get you some new flowers, take you out too.”

You’re facing away from him, a smile gracing your features.

“Johnny, I-”

“You don’t have to say yes now lass, just please, for the sake of my well-being think on it.”

You move over to him and dab the cloth onto his cheeks and cool down his pulse points, heart growing slightly as you reply.

“Sure Johnny, I’ll think about it. Now sleep, doctor's orders.”

He sleeps quietly next to you as you finish your charting. The sight of him so calm warms your heart and it scares you a little bit, you wouldn't want to throw off the balance of the team or make any weird power dynamics by falling for him but he makes it harder and harder.

The next week fresh flowers are left on the side table.

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The 3rd Time: Award Ceremony Ball

Dressed to the nines each of you are. A very successful mission rewarded the whole team with a variety of medals and everyone was looking very nice all cleaned up.

Your dress was a floor gown with a slip up the leg and your back was exposed, the dress felt so silky and it was nice to not be covered in blood for once. Although you did manage to spill some kind of fancy jam on it and you were frantically dabbing at it with water when you were interrupted with Soap meeting up with you.

“Well don’t you look nice.”

He’s lively tonight, eyes bright with optimism after the job and sporting brand new chest candy to show off.

Your eyes drift up from the new stain on your dress to him and he, well he looks damn good. A new pink scar graces his jawline but it looks good on him, he can wear scars well.

“Thank you, you clean up well yourself too.”

“Ah bonnie don’t make me blush now.”

The rest of the team is chatting at a nearby table, Price is nursing a short glass of something dark, Gaz is going to town on the amazing food, and Ghost is engaged in conversation with the two of them.

“You wanna head back to the table?”

You offer, he shakes his head and offers his hand.

“I ask the fine lady to a dance.”

You blush, never asked to dance before, the ballroom floor filled with experts, couples swirling to the melody in the air.

You stew on it for a moment, and put your hand in his.

“Ok but if I fall you fall with me okay?”

“Always.”

Your hands are intertwined, one of his is on your waist and yours is on his shoulder. You both try to copy what the others do and the messy dance combined with the flutes of champagne you both consumed makes for quite the site. The mess of bumping feet and unsteady movements.

“For a sergeant you’re rather uncoordinated MacTavish.” Your laugh is light.

“I didn’t go to fuckin dance school, certainly didn’t learn this in the marines that’s for sure. What, did they teach this in medical school?”

“Does it look like they did? I can stitch up a bullet wound but lord help me I can't dance for shit.”

You bump into him again and his grip tightens slightly.

“I got ya bonnie.”

He could be living in a dream right now, you in such a pretty dress adorned in your well deserved medals, him with his. You’re gripping his shoulder and he’s got you in his arms, he can smell your perfume and see the small hairs out of place as the two of you spin but he loves it all the same. He wants it all the same.

“Johnny. Can you hear me?”

He blinks harshly, really sinking back in. You’re not his right now, he can’t take you back to his place after this and kiss each part of you, unzip the dress and let his fingers graze over the skin that's revealed to him. Watch how you move under the moonlight as he touches you just as he imagined. Not yet.

“Yea?”

“I said I think Gaz just devoured his fourth bowl of that dip I wanted to try.”

“Must be good then, should we head over before he finishes it all?”

You laugh and agree.

“Thank you for the dance MacTavish, you made me feel less silly for not knowing what I’m doing.”

His eyes sparkle at your admiration.

“I’m always happy to help.”

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The 4th Time: Yes

This mission could not have been more fucked up. Shrapnel flies and bullets whiz by. The air is cold but your body is so hot, on fire from the adrenaline.

The coms are staticy and choppy but you can make out the team.

An undercover mission with Soap had you outside a pretty nice villa at dusk. It was meant to pose as a couple on a retreat to gain intel from an organization nearby but all hell had broken loose. You're cornered and Soap had been down to three bullets and you at two until you were able to take down someone else and gain the upper hand.

Communication with the team was hard, they had sent for backup now you just had to wait.

And Soap is shot.

He has taken a bullet for you and you’re frantic.

“Fuck Johnny, shit.”

He grimaces as you rip your bag off of your back to grab for first aid. It’s not enough though, you had to pack light and it’s not enough.

“Stupid ass job, told them to find a way to get more equipment.”

You’re more muttering to yourself, ripping things out of the small bag you were allotted to patch him up.

“You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”

Johnny laughs and it sends him into a coughing fit, the bullet is in his side. You pray it hasn't done permanent damage but the gravel in his cough scares the hell out of you.

“Hold on Johnny, I’m gonna get you fixed up alright, just stay still.”

A bullet nearly misses your head and he shoots back hitting the guy before clutching his side again.

“You think that’s all of them?”

“Fucking hope so, I need- I have to clean it.”

He’s strong, so strong and sweet and kind and nice and charming and you can’t lose him.

Not when you know you want him now. That you need him now.

“Gonna lift your shirt ok? Just watch your breathing.”

“Aye, not even going to take me to dinner first.”

Your eyes are blurry as tears slip down, first one the two.

He wipes them away, his blood smearing onto your face and you choke back a sob.

“C’mon bonnie, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry.”

His voice grows weaker the more he speaks and you beg him to stop, but he rambles.

He talks about how each morning he wakes up to see if you’re up yet. He waits for you at the gym, always goes to you when he feels unwell, gushes to the rest of the team about you when you’re not around.

He flirts openly with you and what a fool you’ve been to not reciprocate fully, to reel into him.

The needle breaks his skin and his eyes grow heavy, the blood is still flowing freely and you almost feel it rushing out of you as well.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

You stitch and wipe and repeat. It’s a gaping wound and it makes you sick seeing it on him.

You’re so focused on stitching him you don’t notice when his eyes close. His breathing is shallower now.

Your eyes race around his face, head now slumped to the side.

You wipe the wound, it’s not good but it should be ok. Heavy on should.

Your hand, coated in blood cups his cheek, shaking.

“Johnny?”

You move his head, it's heavy in your hands and your breathing hurts now.

You get closer, enough to press his forehead to yours and you inhale his smell.

You hold cloth to his wound to try to stop the bleeding and you whisper promises to him if he will just pull through.

Your lips are so close to his that when your tears roll down your face they roll off your nose onto his lips.

The hand that cups his cheek feels his pulse on his neck and it’s quiet and slow. It’s so silent here now.

“I’m so sorry Johnny. I love you. Fuck I love you so much I just didn’t want to mess anything up. Please don’t leave yet.

You lips touch his softly, like if you pressed any harder he would shatter.

“Could have- could have told me all that before I was dying yea?”

He laughs weakly, his smile cracking the corner of his lips. You cup his face fully now, careful to remove your hand from the wound but you applied enough pressure by now the blood has coagulated some.

“You mean all that?” His eyes are heavy but he still looks at you with that same shining he always did.

“Yes, god yes. I just didn't want to mess up the team dynamic but I don’t care anymore, you just have to pull through alright then let's go out.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Blades of the helicopter sound nearby cutting through the silence.

“Just hold on Johnny we’re gonna get you patched up. Then I want to see you in that suit again.”

“Anything for you bonnie.”

—

He recovered well with you by his side of course. You dressed his wound properly and gave him a kiss to make it heal faster he would say. Then two weeks later he showed up in a suit with flowers at your office door. The rest is history, but the team is much happier not listening to Soap’s rambling about you but they are happy nonetheless.

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reystenius-01 · 1 year ago

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Little Lilo

in which you come home with a feline friend

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Alexia had gotten home from training a couple of hours ago now, and she was beginning to miss your presence. Since you had a day-off, and today was a session mainly for the midfielders, you had breakfast with your parents, who were visiting Spain for a while. When Alexia had met your parents for the first time, at the World Cup final in Australia, your Barcelona-loving father had practically swooned himself. Your patriotic English mother took a little more convincing, but Alexia managed to win her over through brunch (and a Jenni Hermoso jersey, which your mother immediately hung up in the spare room beside a Mary Earps shirt).

She was heating up one of the dishes on her meal plan when Nala started barking at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone else to be coming over, especially not with the racket Nala was making. With a sigh, she turned off the stove and made her way to the door, wondering who could possibly be causing such a commotion.

Opening the door, Alexia's eyes widened in surprise when she saw her girlfriend standing there, holding a tiny kitten in her arms. But what caught her off guard even more was the sight of yourself – your hair tousled and dishevelled, dirt smudges on your cheeks, and grass stains on your clothes.

“Mi amor, what on earth happened to you?” Alexia exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up in confusion.

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you held out the kitten towards Alexia. “Look what I found!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with glee. “Isn't she just the cutest thing you've ever seen?”

Alexia couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiasm, reaching out to gently stroke the kitten's fur. “She's adorable,” she agreed, her heart melting at the sight of the tiny creature. But then she glanced back at you, a puzzled frown forming on her face. “But seriously, what happened to you? You look like you've been rolling around in the dirt.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, taking off your shoes and nearly falling over. “Well, you see, I found this little one wandering around near the park,” you explained. “And, uh, she was in a bit of a pickle, so I couldn't just leave her there. I might have gotten a little carried away trying to catch her.”

“A p-pickle?” Alexia tilted her head in confusion at the terminology.

“She was… in trouble,” you adjusted with a smile, so convincing that Alexia almost didn’t notice your tell. You were avoiding eye contact.

“Mi vida…” Alexia crossed her arms, fixing you with a stern look.

You gulped, before sighing and caving in, “I might have gotten a little carried away playing with him, but it was worth it.”

Nala, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, let out a low growl from her spot by the door, clearly not impressed by the new addition to the household.

Now, Nala was equally your child as she was Alexia’s, but you’d have to pull off some insane sweet-talking in order to get your girlfriend to let you keep the furry feline you were holding in your arms.

You sighed, casting a pleading look in Alexia's direction. “Please, mi amor, can we keep him?” Your voice was tinged with hope, Alexia’s heart nearly bursting as you pulled out the best puppy-eyes you could muster.

“You and your soft spot for animals,” Alexia teased gently, reaching out to scratch Nala behind the ears to reassure her.

Your cheeks flushed slightly at the teasing, but you couldn't hide the fond smile that tugged at your lips. “I can't help it,” you admitted sheepishly, pressing a kiss to the top of the kitten's head. “They just... they need someone to look out for them, you know?”

Alexia's heart swelled with affection as she watched you cradle the kitten in your arms, her eyes shining with genuine love and compassion. “Yeah, I know, amor,” she murmured softly, feeling a rush of warmth flood through her at the sight of her girlfriend's kindness.

Nala's growling had subsided, replaced by a cautious curiosity as she sniffed at the kitten, her tail wagging tentatively. It seemed she was slowly warming up to the idea of having a new furry friend around the apartment.

With a soft sigh, Alexia nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Alright, we can keep him,” she relented, her voice filled with affection. “But this is the last one, okay? And you’re on litter box duty. We’ve got enough on our plate with Nala, dios mio.”

An almost comical expression overtook your face. Your baffled expression morphed into one of mock offense as you raised an eyebrow at Alexia. “Oh, so now it's ‘we,’ huh?” you teased, feigning indignation. “Nala sneezes once and you’re on your feet like I just put on a Madrid jersey.”

Alexia chuckled, shaking her head. “Hey, don't be dramatic,” she teased back, nudging you playfully with her elbow. “Besides, Madrid jerseys are an abomination in this household. You know that.”

Your mock offense melted into a grin, unable to hold the act for long under Alexia's playful teasing. “Alright, fair point,” you conceded with a laugh, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Alexia's cheek. “But seriously, thanks for letting us keep him. I promise I'll take care of everything – litter duty and all.”

Alexia smiled at her, reaching out to gently ruffle the kitten's fur. “Hey, I'm all for expanding our little family,” she teased, shooting you a playful smirk. “Besides, Nala could use a buddy to keep her company when we're both busy with training and games.”

Your lips twitched into a playful grin as you shook your head in mock disbelief. “Well, well, well, look at you, embracing your inner cat lady,” you teased, leaning in to press a teasing kiss to Alexia's lips. “I never thought I'd see the day.”

Rolling her eyes, Alexia swatted playfully at your shoulder. “Oh, hush,” she retorted, though the fondness in her tone was evident. “You know you love it when I surprise you.” She leaned in closer, her voice turning softer. “And besides, anything to make you happy, mi cielo.”

You pulled a face, dodging Alexia’s hand that was about to smack your ass as you turned towards the bathroom to give the little guy a bath. “Amor, I swear you suck.”

“Last I remember, bebita, you were doing most of that last night.”

“Alexia Putellas Segura, you are so lucky I am holding Little Lilo right now,” you turned around slowly, a tight smile on your face.

“Little Lilo?”

“IT’S A CUTE NAME!”

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amitiel-truth · 5 months ago

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River Maiden Pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: Do you ever wonder what's the meaning of the colors you see? 🙃)

*Not Proofread, sorry*

🔞Sexual innuendos🔞

Telemachus holds (Y/N) close, his arms encircling her protectively, as they lay together in a comfortable silence. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, his touch tender and soothing, relishing in the feeling of her body pressed against his. He wishes they could stay like this forever, in this moment of intimacy and peace, shielded from the world and all its troubles.

"I just realized, It's too early to sleep, and it's too early to couple when you brought me here" (Y/N) points out, low and behold, Telemachus's window shows that it's only the afternoon.

Telemachus chuckles at her realization, his gaze flickering to the window to see that, indeed, the sun is still high in the sky.

"You're right," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "I suppose I was a little too eager to bring you here, wasn't I?"

"I was just dressed by your mother and you can barely keep it to yourself~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

"Hey, cut me some slack," he protests half-heartedly. "You're absolutely breathtaking, I couldn't help myself. You can't blame me for being a bit impatient when I have such a nymph in my bed."

"You really convince that I'm not human, aren't you? When will you accept that I'm simply (Y/N)?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

"I can help it, My Nymph, you're too pretty simply be human" Telemachus compliments, caressing her cheek.

"You flatter me too much~" (Y/N) swoons, laying her head on his chest

"...what shall we do now?"

Telemachus hums thoughtfully as he considers her question, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her back.

"Well, we could stay here and continue to bask in each other's embrace," he suggests, his voice a soft rumble in his chest. "Or we could venture out into the garden for a walk, or go down to the beach and feel the sand between our toes. Or..."

He tilts her chin up so that she's looking at him, a sly smile on his lips as his eyes glimmer with mischief.

He leans down, his mouth near her ear, and lowers his voice to a whisper

"Or, we could stay here and I could have my way with you again~"

"You ravenous beast!" (Y/N) scolded, throwing a pillow at his face.

"You're still inside me, you know, keeping your seed trapped" (Y/N) points out, slapping his chest.

Telemachus laughs and catches the pillow as it hits him in the face. He grins down at her, not at all shamed or remorseful for his words.

"Can you blame me?” he responds, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at her.

“How can I resist when I have such a delectable and willing nymph in my bed? And yes, I'm well aware that I'm still inside you, keeping my seed inside you. It's a very pleasant feeling" He leans down, nipping her ear.

"We barely even met and you're already planning on it to take aren't you?" Telemachus chuckles at her words, his lips curving into a sly smile. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at her with an unabashed eagerness.

"Is it that obvious?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Can you blame me? You're far too beautiful and enticing to resist. I've never met anyone quite like you, and I can't help but want to make you mine, completely and utterly."

"By getting me pregnant on the second day? You work fast, don't you my Prince~." (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile.

Telemachus grins at her response, his eyes glimmering with desire and mischief.

"And what if that is my intention?” he counters, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

“Is that such a bad thing? To make you mine, to have you carry my child, to bind you to me forever and always?"

"I don't mind if it's you" (Y/N) answers, pecking his lips.

Telemachus's heart races and his breath catches in his chest at her simple yet honest response. He reaches out and cups her face in his hand, his thumb gently stroking her cheek as he looks down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "To know that you would willingly give yourself to me, to bear my child..."

"Now don't get too ahead of ourselves now, I want to get to know this place as well as get to know your Mother, the poor woman had enough heart attacks from the both of us" (Y/N) calms him down, placing a finger on his lips.

Telemachus laughs, amused and slightly chagrined by her words. He knows she's right, that they should slow down a bit and take some time to get acquainted with his home and his family.

"You're right, you're right," he concedes, although reluctantly. "I suppose we should take a break and satisfy your curiosity about my home and family."

"And most importantly" (Y/N) cups his cheek.

"I wish to get to know you more"

Telemachus's expression softens at her words, his heart swelling with affection for her. The realization that she's not just interested in him physically, but also wants to get to know him on a deeper level, means the world to him.

"You have no idea how much that means to me" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to get to know you too, every aspect of you. Your hopes, your dreams, your fears, your quirks..."

"I'm glad you didn't fall in love with me for just my body" (Y/N) teases, grinning at him.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, amused by her jest. He gently pinches her side, chuckling at her little squeak of protest.

"Oh, don't worry, I did fall in love with your body," he teases back, his eyes roaming over her form with a possessive, appreciative gaze. "But it's not the only thing I love about you. You're so much more than that. You're smart, and strong, and witty, and so damn stubborn...and that body as well." Telemachus jokes.

"You insatiable man." (Y/N) scold him a little, slapping his bare chest.

Telemachus laughs, unrepentant as he catches her hand in his, holding it against his chest. He brings her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles as repentance.

"Guilty as charged," he responds with a wicked grin. "But can you blame me? With such a beautiful, captivating woman in my bed, how else am I supposed to act?"

"You mean by the river" (Y/N) reminded, making Telemachus remember their very first time at the river two days ago.

"Ah yes, the river," he says, a smile tugging at his lips. "How could I forget? That was certainly a... memorable experience. But the bed is much preferable, I must say."

"What? The river wasn't preferable to you?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus snorts, shaking his head in amusement at her teasing. He leans down, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"Don't get me wrong, it was a very enjoyable experience," he says, his voice laced with a hint of mock-offense. "But the bed is far more comfortable, and far more private. And I, for one, enjoy being able to take my time and fully enjoy your body without having to worry about someone stumbling upon us."

"With how much you were pounding me by the river side like a rabid beast I highly doubt you'd care about anyone stumbling upon us" (Y/N) teases, tracing a finger on his chest.

"Fair point, fair point," he admits, his eyes sparkling with humor and desire as he gazes down at her. "Once I had you in my arms, I doubt anything could have stopped me. I was quite... feral, wasn't I?"

"But you're my feral beast, no one else~" (Y/N) reiterated, pecking his lips.

"Damn right, I'm your feral beast," he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "And you're my beautiful nymph, mine and mine only. I won't let anyone else have you, ever."

"Alright, calm down, you feral beast of the night, let's go take a bath" (Y/N) calms him down, standing up, albeit with a bit of a struggle, before pulling him to his washroom.

Telemachus laughs, amused by her banter, and allows her to pull him up and lead him into the washroom. He follows behind her eagerly, his gaze roaming over her bare form without an ounce of shame. As soon as they enter the washroom, he wraps his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss against the nape of her neck.

"Let me help you, my love," Telemachus whispers in her ear, his voice a low rumble as (Y/N) began cleaning herself, lifting a pail of water.

"Carry this for me then" (Y/N) requested, handing him a pail of water.

Telemachus takes the pail from her "Anything for you," he replies with a small smile, holding the pail firmly in his hands. "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Wash yourself" (Y/N) said with a teasing smile, scrubbing her arm.

Telemachus raises an eyebrow, his expression filled with mock-indignation. "You're just going to make me wash myself while you stand there all sudsy and temptingly delicious?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of playful accusation.

"Yes" (Y/N) answers blankly, rinsing herself.

Telemachus grumbles under his breath, but he can't help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches her rinsing herself. He sets the pail down and grabs the ladle, scooping up some water to wash himself.

"You're a cruel woman, you know that?" he says, his tone half-joking, half-serious as he scrubs his body.

"You may be my feral beast but I prefer you to be clean" (Y/N) commented, pecking his lips with an innocent kiss.

"You make a valid point," he concedes, smiling down at her. "I suppose I don't mind being a clean feral beast, as long as it pleases you."

"Your Mother would too, poor woman, the shenanigans you pulled as a child" (Y/N) points out, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Ugh, don't remind me," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was quite the troublemaker as a child, I'll admit it. My poor mother had her hands full with me. I'm lucky she still loves me, despite all the chaos I caused."

"Every Mother does" (Y/N) states, as she began drying herself in one of Telemachus' towels.

Telemachus watches as she dries herself, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. He reaches out, taking the towel from her and running it gently over her skin, helping to dry her off. He can't help but run his hands over her smooth flesh, wanting to touch and feel every inch of her.

"You're right," he says, his voice is low and rough with desire. "My mother is a saint for putting up with me all these years."

(Y/N) chuckles at his actions over her. "You're awfully doting, is this the Prince's aftercare?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, not denying the suggestion. He continues running the towel over her body, his touch slow and deliberate.

"Perhaps," he responds, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Is there anything wrong with a Prince wanting to take care of his beloved nymph after some... vigorous activities?"

"His Nymph would say...he should do it more often~" (Y/N) teases, pecking his lips.

Telemachus chuckles and grins. He tosses the towel aside and pulls her closer against him

"Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and sultry as he presses kisses against her neck and shoulder. "You want me to pamper you more often, do you?"

"Well I am to sire your children, after all so...better start somewhere~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

Telemachus laughs again, the sound deep and rich as he pulls her even closer against him, his body pressing against hers. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing a path down her spine.

"You can't even resist the opportunity to tease me and rile me up, even when I'm trying to be a proper Prince and take care of you. It's positively maddening."

"Ah ah ah, calm yourself down, My Prince~" (Y/N) teases, splashing water to his face.

Telemachus sputters as the water splashes him in the face, caught completely off guard by the unexpected attack. He blinks, shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes, then glares playfully down at (Y/N).

"You little minx." he growls, his words laced with mock-irritation. "You just can't help yourself, can you? Always finding new ways to tease and rile me up, even when I'm trying to behave myself."

(Y/N) laughs at his proclaim "Since when have you ever behaved yourself?" She points out, as she begins to wear the shimmering midnight blue chiton Queen Penelope gifted her.

Telemachus watches as she puts on the shimmering blue chiton fabric, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively. He can't help but admire how the material looks against her skin, the way it drapes over her curves... He groans, his gaze darkening with desire as he tries to hold himself back from pouncing on her.

"I do behave myself... occasionally," he says, his voice a low grumble as he tries to keep his hands to himself. "But you make it so damn difficult."

"Well behave yourself then, because I want that tour, and get to know your mother more" (Y/N) points out, crossing her arms, waiting for her Prince to dress himself up.

Telemachus sighs dramatically, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from her. He picks up a towel and dries himself off quickly, struggling to rein in his desire and focus on her request. Once he's decently dry, he quickly dresses himself, trying to ignore the way his body is still thrumming with desire for her.

"Fine, fine," he grumbles, although there's no real annoyance in his voice. "I'll behave myself and show you around the palace. But after that... you're all mine, Nymph."

"No no, Your Mother's planning on giving me a few lessons on etiquette, I'm afraid you'll have to wait, My Prince~" (Y/N) reveals once more with a smile.

"You're going to make me wait, are you?" he asks, his voice laced with exaggerated disappointment. "You're truly a cruel woman, my Nymp. Leaving me all teased up and eager, and then telling me I have to wait to have you. It's torture, pure torture."

(Y/N) laughs as they began walking out of his room with Telemachus leading the way.

"Is it really that torturous when you just had your way with me earlier?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

"When you put it that way... no, it's not that torturous, I suppose," he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. "But still, I can't help but want you every second of the day. It's like a damn maddening itch I can't scratch."

"Keep it to yourself for now, My beloved, and on with the tour, please?" (Y/N) pats his cheek, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my beautiful Nymph," he says, with a small sigh. "Now, let me show you my humble home."

Telemachus leads her through the palace, showing off the various rooms and areas, while sharing stories and anecdotes about his adolescence and time growing up here.

Eventually, they come to the grand Hall, its high ceilings and pillars a testament to the palace's opulence.

"And this," he says, gesturing to the room with a flourish, "Is where the legendary Suitors will be making fools of themselves for the foreseeable future."

"Suitors? Who are they,exactly?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus' expression darkened, his jaw clenching slightly. He didn't really want to think or talk about the Suitors, but he figured he shouldn't have expected to avoid the topic forever.

"They're a group of pompous, self-important assholes who've been camped out in my home for the last thirteen years," he mutters, his voice low and filled with anger and disgust. "They're here, supposedly, to compete for my Mother's hand in marriage and the throne. But truthfully, they're just a bunch of arrogant assholes getting drunk and making fools of themselves every night."

"They just don't want to leave your Mother alone, don't they?" (Y/N) asked in a somber tone.

"That's an understatement," Telemachus grumbles darkly.

"They're parasites, sucking the life and joy from my home and my family. They show up under the pretenses of wanting to marry my Mother and become king, but the truth is they're just a bunch of spoiled, selfish brats who want the power and prestige that comes with the throne." His grip on her arm tightens for a moment, his anger and frustration palpable.

(Y/N) caresses his arm, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus lets out a deep sigh, some of the tension draining from his body as she caresses his arm. He gazes down at her, his expression softening as he looks at her comforting gesture.

"Sorry," he mutters, his voice quiet and contrite. "I hate talking about the Suitors. They just disgust me. And I've had to deal with them for so long that it's hard not to let it rile me up."

"It's understandable, you've dealt with them ever since you were a child" (Y/N) said with a smile.

"Yes, far too long," he mumbles, scowling as he gazes at the empty Hall. "They're such obnoxious fools. All they do is sit around, stuffing their faces and drinking my family's wine. They care more about the luxurious lifestyle and power they think they'll obtain than they do about anything actually important."

"If only your Father were here" (Y/N) sadly muses, holding his arm.

Telemachus nods in agreement, his expression solemn. He stares out at the empty ballroom, his thoughts turning to his long-absent father.

"If only," he mutters, his voice heavy with a mix of sadness, anger, and longing. "But he's been gone for so long now. Mother still holds out hope that he'll return someday, but I... I've given up on that dream, honestly."

"It's okay to feel that way, My love" (Y/N) reassures with a sad smile.

"Thank you," he says quietly, his voice soft and sincere. "It's not easy to give up on the idea of a lost parent, but it's been so long now that I've resigned myself to the fact that he's gone and won't be coming back. It hurts, but life must go on. And I have you now, so I suppose it's not all bad."

"Is that why you've been training so hard?" Egeria asked, fussing over him.

"Yes, that's part of it," he says, his voice quiet. "The absence of my father... it's always weighed heavily on me. I've trained hard to become stronger, to prove that I can stand on my own. It's a way to push through the pain and not let it bring me down."

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, stunned, before smiling fondly at him, pulling him into a hug

"I couldn't believe I could even fall harder for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) admits, blush dusting across her cheeks

Telemachus melts into her embrace, her words and the feeling of her body against his instantly soothing his troubled emotions. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, relishing the way her hair feels against his skin. He wraps his arms around her in return, hugging her tightly against him.

"You're so sweet, my nymph," he mumbles against her skin, his voice low and affectionate. "You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me."

"When will you ever drop that Nymph theory?" (Y/N) asked while still hugging him.

"Probably never. I prefer to keep thinking of you as a nymph," He replies, his voice a low, playful rumble. "It suits you, you know. A beautiful, exotic river nymph... it fits you perfectly."

"You and your nicknames~" (Y/N) rolls her eyes, before pecking his lips.

"What can I say? I like giving you nicknames," he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. "And you're just so lovely, it's hard to stop myself from coming up with new ones for you. My beautiful nymph, my sweet (Y/N)... the list goes on."

"Ok, ok, you Love Bug, I still need to be taught under your Mother, I bet you have a lot of Royal duties or training to attend to" (Y/N) points out, smiling fondly at him.

"Ugh, why do you have to be so sensible?" he grumbles, giving her a mock-glare. "But you're right. I hate it, but I do have things I need to do. Training and other royal duties. Ugh."

"Well, you do wish to be strong and responsible, correct?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus sighs, knowing she's right once again. Yes, he does want to be strong and responsible, even if it wasn't always easy. He nods, his pout softening into a resigned expression.

"Yes, I do," he replies, his voice resigned. "And I suppose that means letting you go so you can go have your etiquette lessons with my Mother. Begrudgingly letting you go, that is."

"Don't worry my Beloved, we'll see each other later" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips once more, as he began guiding her to his Mother's Quarters.

"I know, I know," he mutters, pouting slightly. "But it still doesn't make it easier to let you go. I'll miss you while you're off learning how to be all proper and poised. I much prefer you being a wild nymph, if I'm being honest."

"But if I were to stand next to you one day, It'll only embarrass not only you, but all of Ithaca, correct?" (Y/N) asked, making Telemachus shocked at how dedicated she is to him, to the point of changing herself for him.

Telemachus stops in his tracks, completely taken aback by her words. He stares at her. He can't believe that she would be so willing to change herself for him, to become more "proper" simply because she wants to stand beside him one day.

"(Y/N)..." he says slowly, his voice full of awe and emotion. "You... you really would do that? For me?"

"I'd do anything for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) stated, a smile on her lips.

Without saying a word, he steps forward and pulls her into a tight, almost desperate embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he mumbles against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "You're so sweet, so wonderful... you're everything I could ever want, everything I could ever need. I'm the luckiest man alive to have found you, My Nymph. Gods, I love you so much it's almost painful."

"Telemachus, you deserve me, You big heart won me over on day one" (Y/N) reassures, patting his back as he began tearing up.

Telemachus buries his face even further into her neck "I don't deserve you, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice filled with a mixture of love, self-deprecation, and a hint of insecurity. "You're too perfect, too wonderful. I'm just... me. How could the gods have blessed me with you?"

"Will you please stop being lovey dovey in front of my door? As much as I like seeing such a sight, I'd like it not as frequent as possible" Queen Penelope suddenly opens her door, making the two love birds leap out of their embrace

Telemachus looks like a mixture of flustered and embarrassed, his face turning slightly red. "Ah... Mother," he says sheepishly, trying to compose himself as best as he can. "We... uh... we were just...We were just coming to see you so I could drop (Y/N) off." he explains, trying to act casual even though his heart is still racing.

Penelope glances at the two of them, a slight smirk on her lips as she takes in their flustered states. She can see the affection between them, and it warms her heart, if not also slightly amuses her.

"Ah yes, I see that," she says, her voice laced with slight amusement. "Well, you've arrived just in time. Come, my dear (Y/N), let us start your lessons."

"Coming" (Y/N) answers, walking to Penelope's door, smiling at Telemachus before disappearing into his Mother's door.

Telemachus watches as Egeria follows his Mother inside, closing the door behind them. Telemachus stands there for a moment longer, still processing everything that just happened. Then, with a mix of eagerness and impatience, he heads off to his own training.

(Y/N) looks around Penelope's quarters, before setting her gaze to a weaving mechanism she never saw before.

"What is that?" (Y/N) asked, curious.

Penelope looks at the weaving mechanism that (Y/N) is looking at, a smile on her face. She walks over to it and runs her hand over the smooth wood, clearly proud of it.

"This, my dear (Y/N), is a loom. It's a tool used for weaving fabric and creating cloth," she explains, her voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "It's been used for generations, a symbol of tradition and craftsmanship."

"What are you making?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the cloth she's making.

"It's beautiful"

Penelope glances down at the cloth she's weaving and smiles.

"Thank you," she says, a hint of sadness in her voice. "This is a burial shroud. It's for Laertes, Telemachus's grandfather. But I suppose you could say I'm... taking my time with it." (Y/N) tilted her head in confusion

Penelope sees the confused expression on (Y/N)'s face, and she chuckles softly. She takes a seat on a nearby chair and gestures for (Y/N) to sit as well.

"You see, my dear, I've been using this shroud as an excuse to not select one of the suitors," she explains. "I tell them I won't chose one until I finish it, but the truth is, I have no intention of ever finishing it. Especially now that Telemachus is courting you."

(Y/N) blushes a bit, before understanding the reason.

"...I see where Telemachus gets his cunning from" (Y/N) states with a smile.

Penelope grins, pleased that (Y/N) understood her meaning.

"Ah, yes, Telemachus is a bit more clever than he lets on," she replies, her voice affectionate. "And it seems he takes after me more than his father in some ways."

She chuckles softly and pats (Y/N)'s hand. Her expression then turns a bit more serious.

"But my dear, there is something I need to discuss with you.

As I'm sure Telemachus has told you, the situation on Ithaca has grown... tense. These suitors, they grow more impatient and unruly with each passing day. I fear that they may resort to drastic measures soon, if we don't find a way to placate them."

"Then...what can I do to help?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the Queen, worried.

Penelope smiles, appreciating (Y/N)'s willingness to help.

"My dear, I must admit, I'm impressed by your dedication to Telemachus and to helping Ithaca," she says, her voice full of admiration. "But for now, the best thing you can do is be there for Telemachus. Support him, encourage him. He needs it, more than he lets on, You're good for him, my dear. You give him strength."

"I will, I promise" (Y/N) smiles, nodding at Penelope.

Penelope nods in approval, satisfied with (Y/N)'s determination.

"Good."

She stands up, gesturing for (Y/N) to do the same.

"Now, let us get started with your lessons. We have much to cover, and I have a feeling you'll be a quick learner."

Over the next few hours, Penelope instructs (Y/N) in the ways of etiquette and grace, teaching her how to walk, speak, and comport herself with elegance.

She demonstrates proper table manners, move with a certain regalness, and emphasizes the importance of being poised and unflappable under pressure.

There are moments of laughter and struggle, but (Y/N) proves to be a quick learner as Penelope had predicted. Despite her naturally carefree and unassuming demeanor, she absorbs the lessons with a focus and determination that is both admirable and impressive.

As the lesson continues, Penelope finds herself marveling at (Y/N)'s progress and adaptability.

"You know, (Y/N), I must say, you're picking up these lessons quite quickly," she observes with a hint of curiosity. "Perhaps... perhaps a bit too quickly."

"Oh, Thank you, My Aunt taught me a lot of things, she's quite a graceful and intelligent woman" (Y/N) explains with a fond smile

Penelope nods, her curiosity piqued even more. There's something about the way (Y/N) mentions her Aunt that leaves her unsatisfied with that simple answer. In that brief mention, she can tell that there's much more to her story.

"Your Aunt, you say..." she muses, her voice trailing off. "...she must be quite a remarkable woman."

"Very much so, She's one of the few people I know at the side of my Family" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

Penelope observes (Y/N) quietly for a moment longer, noting the slight change in her expression. There's a hint of sadness and resentment underlying her words that speaks volumes.

"I see," she says gently. "It seems you and your family... don't get along well."

"I've only met a few of them, but I'm still not close to many of them because of my Father's tendencies" (Y/N) explains with a sad smile.

"Ah... I understand that all too well, my dear," she says quietly, her voice soft with empathy. "Family can be... complicated, to put it mildly."

"But I swear! I don't wish to complicate anything for Telemachus, I wish for a happy family as well, Mother" (Y/N) reassures Penelope, worried she might see (Y/N)'s past unfit for Telemachus.

"Of course, my dear, I know you have nothing but good intentions," she reassures her. "And I can see your devotion to Telemachus. It's quite plain, for all to see."

She pauses, considering her next words.

"But my concern is not just about Telemachus. It's about you, as well."

She steps closer and takes (Y/N)'s hand in hers. Her gaze is serious but caring.

"You come from a complicated family, This can be a heavy burden to bear. But more than that..."

She lets out a sigh, carefully choosing her words.

"It's the secret you're hiding from him, dearest. That... troubles me."

(Y/N) flinches, she knew it, she knew she couldn't hide it from a mother, as she closes her eyes, holding Penelope's hand firmly.

"I'm not sure if I have the strength to tell him yet, Mother" (Y/N) frowns.

Penelope squeezes (Y/N)'s hand, her touch firm yet gentle. She nods, understanding the struggle (Y/N) is facing.

"I understand, my dear. I know it's not easy. But... the secret you're holding, it's bound to come to light eventually. And the longer you wait, the harder it will be to share it, You can't keep it hidden forever."

"Ok, but...I wish to tell you first, to see if you'd still give your blessing for us...to me" (Y/N) said with a frown.

Penelope's eyes widen, surprised by (Y/N)'s request. She considers it for a moment, her expression serious but open-minded.

"Very well, my dear. If you wish to share your secret with me first, then I shall listen. But remember, I cannot give my blessing based on my opinion alone. Telemachus must know the truth as well."

"Ok...here it goes" (Y/N) takes a deep breath, looking directly at Penelope

"I'm... Poseidon's daughter"

Penelope's eyes widen even further, the revelation catching her off guard. She knew (Y/N) was hiding something, but this... this was beyond anything she could've imagined.

She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before responding, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Poseidon... the God of the Seas. You're his daughter?"

(Y/N) frowns, nodding at her, before removing her arm bracelet, showing it more closely to Penelope

"And my Mother...was Medusa, before she was turned into a monster" (Y/N) added with a frown

The arm bracelet have sea snakes designed on them.

As (Y/N) reveals her heritage and shows her arm bracelet, Penelope's mind races trying to process the revelation. She had heard the tales of Medusa, of course, but to meet her child, (Y/N)... it was a different experience altogether.

Her gaze is fixed on the arm bracelet, adorned with sea snakes, a clear symbol of (Y/N) divine lineage. Penelope's expression is a mix of surprise and fascination.

"Poseidon... and Medusa," she whispers, the name carrying a heavy weight.

She looks back at (Y/N), her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and concern.

"This is... quite the revelation, my dear. The offspring of a god and a cursed mortal..."

She can't hide the hint of disbelief in her voice, but she tries to remain open-minded, considering the weight of (Y/N)'s revelation.

"How do you feel about all this, (Y/N)? About your parentage, and everything that it entails?"

"Huh? Are you...not disgruntled by me? Curse me out because I might bring misfortune to your family?" (Y/N) asked in shock.

Penelope's expression softens at (Y/N)'s question, her heart touched by the young woman's worries. "My dear, I could never curse you out because of your parentage. You cannot choose the blood in your veins. Just as Telemachus cannot. We are all shaped by circumstances beyond our control."

She takes a step closer, gently placing her hand on (Y/N)'s cheek. "No, I'm not disgruntled, my dear. I'm merely... shocked and trying to understand. But more than anything, I'm curious."

"If I may ask... what is it like? Growing up as the child of a god? To have Poseidon as your father, and Medusa as your mother?"

She gazes at (Y/N) intently, her curiosity getting the better of her, but not enough to override her compassion.

"Confusing" (Y/N) answers with a frown.

"Poseidon would rather focus on punishing those disrespecting him, and Medusa is still recovering from..." (Y/N) frowns, hugging herself.

Penelope nods, listening intently to (Y/N)'s response. It seemed that even the gods were not immune to family troubles. She could tell that (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with her unique situation.

"I see," she says gently, her voice laced with empathy. "That must be very difficult, to have a father who is both powerful and absent, and a mother who is recovering from such a traumatic and tragic past."

"It's why I was mostly left to Hera, she took me in as her student, I learned a lot from her, until I decided I wanted to live on my own in the forest" (Y/N) tells her, reminiscing her peaceful stay.

*Penelope raises an eyebrow at the mention of Hera. She knew the queen of the gods was known for her jealousy and wrath, but she also knew of Hera's softer side, one that not many were privileged to see.*

"Hera, you say? It's quite unexpected to hear that Queen of the Gods took an interest in your upbringing. That's a mighty high figure indeed." She frowns slightly, a bit puzzled.

"But... why did you choose to live in solitude in the forest? If Hera was taking care of you, why not stay with her?"

"Hera still has her plights, I don't wish to intrude on it, she already has her plate full enough with Zeus" (Y/N) explains

Penelope nods, understanding (Y/N) reasoning. The tumultuous relationship between Hera and Zeus was a tale known to all. She could see how (Y/N) didn't want to add to Hera's troubles.

"I see. So, you chose solitude in the forest to give Hera peace and not burden her further." She purses her lips, considering her next words carefully. "But... that's a lonely life for such a young woman, my dear."

"It may not seem ideal but, It's what I preferred, well...before I met your Son" (Y/N) answers, blushing a bit.

Penelope smiles at (Y/N), a gentle, motherly smile. She could see how much (Y/N) cared for Telemachus in her blush. It was sweet, and it endeared her to her even more. But she was not so simple that she would forget the revelation of (Y/N)'s heritage so easily.

"And Telemachus..." she muses, her voice softer now. "what is he to you, my dear?"

(Y/N) blushes even more, pursing her lips "...He's my everything"

Penelope smiles, her heart warmed by (Y/N) declaration. The love and devotion in her voice were undeniable. She places a hand on (Y/N) shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm "That's a strong statement, my dear. And a weighty one."

She pauses, her gaze serious yet caring. "Do you understand what it means, to be someone's 'everything'?"

Penelope studies (Y/N) reaction closely, her eyes searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty.

"To be everything to Telemachus, means you will be responsible for his happiness, his support, his love, his companion... His trust. Are you truly prepared to take on such a burden, my dear?"

"Yes, More than anything" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N) fervent response. It was clear that she was sincere, and her determination was admirable. But still... Penelope had to be sure.

"You understand that Telemachus has his own troubles, his own responsibilities. He has the weight of ruling Ithaca on his shoulders. Can you handle the stress and strain that comes with being the wife of a king?"

"I may not know it, but I'll endure, I wish to learn everything, change myself until one day, I know I'm in the position to stand next to him" (Y/N) answers with conviction.

Penelope's heart swells with pride and admiration for (Y/N). Her determination and love for Telemachus was a sight to behold. And her willingness to learn and grow, it showed maturity far beyond her years.

She takes (Y/N) hands in hers, her touch gentle yet firm. "My dear, you show a wisdom and courage not often seen. I admire your devotion, but also your humility. It'll serve you well in life, and in your relationship with Telemachus."

(Y/N) looks at her in shock, before smiling brightly at her "Thank you, Mother"

Penelope returns the smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. Motherly instincts taking over, she reaches forward and gently pulls (Y/N) into a hug, just like she would with Telemachus.

"You're welcome, my dear. I can see now that your devotion to Telemachus is genuine, and your character is steadfast. He's a lucky man..."

"No, I'm lucky because of him" (Y/N) reiterated, leaning back to face Penelope.

"You raised him quite well, Mother, I wish I could also learn that from you"

Penelope chuckles, her motherly pride evident. She was always happy to see her son be acknowledged for his virtues.

"You're too kind, my dear. I did what I could, but Telemachus is his own person. He made his own choices, including spending time with you."

"And as for learning from me, well, I'll be more than happy to help you. After all, a good wife should know a few things."

"Thank you" (Y/N) whispers, hugging her once more.

Penelope hugs her warmly in return, her arms wrapping around (Y/N) in a motherly embrace. For a brief moment, she sees not a young woman from a unique heritage, but as a daughter in need of guidance and support.

She lets the hug last a few moments more, knowing that (Y/N) probably hadn't had this kind of comfort in a long time.

"(Y/N), I have one request, also tell this to Telemachus, wake up early in the morning and come to me, I'll help you dress up, we'll meet up at the Main Hall, I have an announcement to make" Penelope requested

"Yes, I understand" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Next Morning

Penelope greets them both in the Main Hall, looking as regal and poised as ever. (Y/N) and Telemachus enter together, Telemachus still looking groggy from the early wake-up. But they both clean up quite well and look presentable for the occasion, if a bit tired.

The Suitors quickly take notice of the Maiden next to Telemachus, but she doesn't even pay them a glance.

"Good Morning, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at her.

"Good morning, my dear" she responds to her with a voice soft yet firm.

"I imagine you are both wondering what's the purpose of this early gathering. I shall not waste your time then, and get straight to the point."

The suitors file in, their eyes hopeful and expectant as they take their places. They can feel the air of anticipation, believing that Penelope is finally going to declare which one of them she will marry.

"Suitors," she begins, her gaze sweeping the room to encompass all the men present, "I have called you here today to make an announcement, but not the sort you may expect."

"Today, I have come to a decision," she continues, her voice gaining a slight hint of determination, "For Telemachus's future..." Penelope turns her gaze to Telemachus, who straightens up as he realizes the spotlight is now on him.

Penelope turns back to face the suitors, her voice still steady and authoritative. "Indeed, I have come to a decision with regards to Telemachus, and who he will marry."

The room is even more quiet now. The suitors stare at Penelope, bewildered and eager to know who Telemachus was going to marry. Telemachus himself glances at Egeria, as if looking for reassurance.

Penelope takes a small breath, and straightens up. "I have determined, that Telemachus will marry-" She pauses for a moment, letting the suspense build for a few seconds. Then she continues softly "-is (Y/N)."

"Did you know this?" Telemachus asked in shock, looking at his bride to be

"No...no I didn't but..." (Y/N) smiled bashfully, fixing her hair as she looked at him. "It's a pleasant surprise" she smiled softly at him, as he smiled back at her.

The suitors grumble amongst themselves, their faces a mix of irritation and disappointment. Some of them had been holding out hope even after all this time, and were clearly not happy with the decision. But they all grudgingly accept that there's nothing they can do. They bow their heads in acceptance, though a few send resentful glances toward Telemachus and (Y/N).

But they did notice...(Y/N) is a very beautiful girl.

As the suitors look at Egeria, it's clear that their annoyance softens somewhat as they take in her beauty.

One of the suitors, a stocky man named Antonius, looks (Y/N) up and down, an appreciative look in his eyes. scheming.

Antonius steps forward, addressing Penelope. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice smooth and charming. "If I may say so, Telemachus has chosen well. This (Y/N) is lovely and graceful."

Penelope smiles politely, but her eyes are sharp and observant. She doesn't miss the way Antonius is eyeing (Y/N) with interest. But she simply responds, her voice neutral. "Yes, (Y/N) is indeed a beauty. Telemachus is fortunate to have her."

Antonius bows his head, then turns his attention back to (Y/N). He steps closer, his eyes raking appreciatively over her form. Telemachus, seeing this, bristles slightly, a possessive glint in his eyes.

Antonius grins at (Y/N), clearly enjoying the fact that he's riling Telemachus up. He makes a show of admiring her, walking around them, making sure to ogle at her most intimate parts, his eyes practically undressing her.

(Y/N) only looks at him uncomfortably, hiding behind Telemachus with a tight frown.

Antonius continues to ogle (Y/N) without any shame. Telemachus clenches his jaw, his jealousy and protectiveness growing stronger by the second. He takes a step forward to defend (Y/N), but Penelope swiftly holds up a hand to stop him.

"Antonius," Penelope says, her voice mild yet commanding. "Do not forget that Telemachus and (Y/N) are betrothed. It's highly inappropriate for you to be admiring her in such a…bold manner."

Antonius shrugs, unbothered by Penelope's reprimand. He gives (Y/N) one last lingering look before moving away, a sly grin playing on his lips. Telemachus glares at him, his fists clenched, but Penelope's hand on his arm holds him back.

Penelope turns to Telemachus, her voice low and gentle. "Let it be, my son," she murmurs. "Antonius only wants to provoke a reaction from you. Don't give him the satisfaction."*

Telemachus huffs, glaring at Antinous's retreating back. But he knows his mother is right, so he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. He glances over at (Y/N), who is looking a bit rattled by Antonius's attention.

(Y/N) simply holds his arm, shaking a bit.

Seeing (Y/N)'s unease, Telemachus immediately wraps a protective arm around her. He pulls her closer to his side, as if shielding her from Antonius's leering gaze.

(A/N: I love do me some lore bombs)

#epic the musical #epic the musical x reader #telemachus x reader #telemachus #epic poseidon #medusa retelling #poseidon #smut

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Double Trouble

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso & jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 7,698

this is the second chapter of this little series with the twins, you can catch up & read part one Seeing Double here <3 this chapter was a lot longer than I expected it to be but I hope y'all enjoy! and yes... there will be one more for the finale 👀

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Meet him upstairs in five? Five minutes? Why? What the hell did Jey say to him? Or maybe he didn’t mention anything, he just wanted to see you. You guys did have a hot and heavy make-out session in the bedroom before you got interrupted, by his brother. The same brother that just ate you out in the upstairs bathroom. While Jimmy was standing outside of that bathroom, not a single clue as to what was happening on the other side. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard to type back, but they couldn’t. You were so confused, drunk, and still racing from that orgasm upstairs. You couldn’t think straight. You felt your heart starting to pound inside your chest and realized you were literally on the verge of an anxiety attack. You pinched Jasmine’s arm twice. It was both of your guys’ secret way of calling for help when the both of you needed the other in situations like this one. She turned to you mid-laugh from the conversation she was indulged in, realizing you needed her, and grabbed your wrist to head out the door. The chilly breeze flew back your hair as she shut the door and walked with you halfway down the pavement.

“What’s wrong babe? You need the inhaler?” she asked, messily rummaging through her purse before she clumsily dropped it to the floor.

“No, no I don’t know. I just need air. I don’t know,” you rambled pacing back and forth hugging yourself to keep warm as the wind made you shiver.

“What happened? Did something happen? Did that bitch do something? I’ll beat his ass!”

“No Jaz, they didn’t do anything.”

“They?” she asked with furrowed brows.

You realized what you said and stopped pacing, looking back at her with a “yeah, I fucked up” look.

“Oh shit. They!” her jaw dropped at the realization.

“Shut up,” you warned her with a finger feeling her comments about to spring up.

“I didn’t even say anything!” she laughed taking a mini shot glass out of her purse.

“Girl what the hell is that?” you tried to hide your giggle.

“It’s my customized shot glass what do you mean?” You both busted out laughing, still clearly drunk and easily distracted.

“So they, huh? Plural? As in both of them?”

“Yes and no.”

“Girl how does that work?” she asked with a high-pitched tone.

“I didn’t fuck either of them,” you whined back at her, impatience adding its way in your already swirling emotions from her questions.

“So what happened then?!” she semi yelled, still giggly.

“Made out with Jimmy in the guest room and Jey ate me out in the bathroom,” you quickly splurged out as you covered your mouth acting like you heard that information for the first time yourself. She loudly gasped at your confession and started laughing.

“Girl, I didn’t know you got down like that period!” she shook her head, holding up her hand in the air so you could high-five her.

“What are you- put your hand down this is not a flex!” you hissed, pushing her hand back down.

“You living every girl’s dream babe, you fucking around with both twins! And they’re fine as hell!” she playfully snapped back. You covered your face at her hard-hitting comments and sighed.

“So what now? Was it a one time thing? Do you like one better?” she gasped in between questions.

“Jasmine! I don’t know. I-I like them both. They both make me fucking swoon-”

“Swoon’s a funny ass word,” she laughed. You kissed your teeth about to remark her statement before you heard the sound of the door opening a few feet away.

“Y’all okay?” Your head snapped to the front door to see Jimmy stepping out, walking towards the both of you. “You leaving already?”

“No- I just-” you stuttered, your phone slipping out of your hand and falling onto the cement. “Fuck!” you cursed under your breath, picking it up to check for any cracks, and sighed with relief to see that it was okay.

“Y/N just needed some air. She wasn’t feeling too good, she’s just drunk,” she quickly covered for you and you were so grateful for her saving your ass at that moment.

“Anyways I’ll see y’all back inside I’m freezing,” she started shimmying back to the door before turning around to shoot you a thumbs up with a wink.

“You okay? Yo anxiety actin’ up again?” he softly asked, reaching to run his hands up and down your shivering shoulders. The same way his twin brother did literally twenty minutes ago.

“No I thought I was, but I’m okay,” you hesitantly smiled, still attempting to read his indecipherable face.

“Come here,” he waved his hand over but stepped towards you instead to wrap his arms around you, his tall figure securely embracing your five-foot body. You sighed, hugging him back tightly, feeling a little bit of relief but that guilt still crept up in your mind.

“You get my text?” he mumbled in your hair. You opened your eyes as that same anxiety that withdrew from your body from his touch started sprinkling back in your blood.

“What text?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“I wanted you to come upstairs…” his hand stopped rubbing down your back and you felt your breathing start to escalate again.

“Jimmy-“ you began to say before he cut you off.

“Just come upstairs,” he sternly whispered in your ear before letting go of you and walking back towards the door to head inside. You stood there shocked and confused before he turned back around to look at you with a raised brow.

“Whatchu’ doin’? It’s cold out here get inside,” he playfully remarked extending his hand for you to grab. You sighed of relief and grabbed his hand as you both went back inside and up the stairs to the same bedroom you shared an intimate moment earlier. He shut the door behind him and your smile faded away as he almost coldly looked at you, searching your eyes for information as if he knew you did something to fuck up.

“Just sit,” he vocalized, nodding his head over to the bed. You slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed as he locked the door behind him, taking his sweet time stepping to stand in front of you.

“Jimmy I can exp-”

“Stop,” he sternly yet so quietly interrupted, still eyeing you below him. You got lost in his intimidating brown eyes for a split second and before you knew it, the alcohol decided to take a leap and you started word vomiting.

“I’m so sorry. It didn’t mean anything, we were both just drunk and it happened so fast. I didn’t know Jey was gonna come in like that-“

“Hol’ up. Hol’ up. Jey?“

You froze at his question, feeling your throat choke up. He had no fucking idea what you were talking about.

“W-What?” you asked back stupidly.

“Whatchu’ mean Jey?”

“I didn’t- Why did you call me back up here?” you switched topics, thinking back to his text to meet you up here.

“Because I wanted to chill with you? Pick up where we left off…what the fuck happened with Jey?” he spat. Your mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. You felt your heart racing and hands shaking as you nervously fumbled with them in your lap.

“Nothing I ju-”

“Did y’all fuck?” he blurted with furrowed brows.

“No! No, we didn’t.” You clarified, standing up to face him but that didn’t calm him any less.

“Then what happened?” he pressured you, sensing your bullshit answer.

“I-” you sighed looking down knowing you had to just get it out and there was no going back.

“I-I was in the bathroom. He came in…everything happened so fast, one thing led to another and he…gave me head,” you mumbled the last part looking back up to see his face filled with anger, then confusion, then hurt.

“Gave you head?! Was that before or after we were up here together?”

“After…” your voice broke from his harsh and offended tone. He kissed his teeth and turned his back on you to pace a couple of steps away from you, stressfully running his hand over his beard.

“Jimmy I-” Before you could finish your sentence he lowly mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t make out and rushed to the door, snatching the doorknob open. You followed in pursuit but he was way faster than your short ass as he practically jogged down the stairs.

“Oh fuck-” you quickly realized this wasn’t going to end well and started running down the stairs but it was too late. Jey was in the middle of the room deep in conversation as he laughed, having a great time. That pretty smile was quickly taken away once he turned his head at his brother’s presence, and Jimmy threw a punch at his face. You gasped loudly and so did everybody else as all the men in the room surrounded them, trying to break them up as they started brawling in the middle of the room.

“What the fuck are y’all doing?!” Solo ran up from the kitchen trying to pull Jimmy off his brother and luckily was successful as he shoved him away from his other brother. Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth in shock looking down at Jey on the floor holding his face, glaring at Jimmy as two of his cousins started helping him up.

“Bitch,” he mumbled under his breath. He noticed you to the side and his face softened at your presence and worried look, his eyes moving back and forth between you and his brother quickly understanding what happened. He helped himself up and moved his way through the crowd, exiting the front door. You searched for Jimmy and saw him walking up the stairs.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Jasmine alarmingly reached for your arm, her voice barely heard from the crowd still rambling about what they just witnessed.

“Fuck,” you huffed making your way through everybody to head up the stairs. You peeked through the open cracks of the doors and then reached the second to last one on the right that was shut. The same bedroom you and Jimmy were in earlier. You lightly knocked twice and there was no answer. You knocked again, no answer. You turned the doorknob to check if it was locked and it wasn’t. You slowly opened it, peeking your head in to see Jimmy sitting on the edge of the bed chugging his beer bottle. You gulped as your anxiety started to rise in your body again, carefully stepping in hoping he wouldn’t kick you out.

“Can we talk?” you asked with a low whisper. He looked up at you and pointed to the empty space next to him with his bottle in response. You carefully sat down, as if you’d cause more harm just by denting the sheets with your sitting.

“I’m so sorry. I- I don’t know what I was doing I told you it happened so fast. I didn’t expect to share that moment with you up here and I sure as hell didn’t expect to do…that with your own brother. I’m sorry. I-I’m so drunk,” you sighed, giving up on explaining as your hands flew to your lap. He chuckled at your rambling and you turned your head to the sound in confusion at his reaction.

“What?” you asked.

“You stay talking too damn much when you’re drunk,” he laughed taking another sip of his beer. A smile slowly crept up on your lips, feeling relief and comfort from his sweet-tempered words.

“I can’t help it,” you mumbled looking down to fumble with your fingers. He noticed and grabbed your hand as they naturally enlaced together. He stared a little too long at your intertwined fingers and pulled his hand away, hunching down to look at the floored space between his legs as he ran his hand over his beard in deep thought. That smile on your face faded again, knowing he couldn’t just easily get over this. He had feelings for you, and you went ahead and fucked around with his twin brother.

“Jimmy…”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted you, looking back up to shrug his shoulders as if he was unbothered. You wanted to believe him, but you sensed that he didn’t even believe himself. Your mouth opened to speak but he took another swing of his beer bottle, drinking a little extra this time.

“S-So you’re not mad?” you asked as he shook his head and wiped some dribbles of his beer off his bearded chin. You watched him set his bottle down on the floor as you spoke up again, not understanding how he didn’t seem to care.

“Are you su-“ you were cut off as he abruptly grabbed your face and shut you up, his lips smashing against yours. You hesitated at first because it was a strong, forceful, hungered kiss…almost as if he was trying to take his anger out on you. But once he pulled you closer by the nape of your neck, sliding his delectable tongue in your mouth, you wasted no time sucking on it, helping him relieve the stress.

“Stop talkin’ and take these fuckin’ jeans off,” he mumbled followed by a bite on your lower lip as he unbuttoned your pants and zipped them down with lightening speed. You were so turned on you couldn’t even think straight, so you did whatever the hell he told you to do. You desperately panted against his parted mouth, slipping them off before he got up and stood between your legs.

“Get up on this bed and put your ass up for me…” he softly demanded, grabbing you by the throat as he looked behind you to show you where he wanted you. Your eyes didn’t leave his as you scooted back and turned around to get on all fours. Your breath shook as he ran his fingers up and down your drenched panties, his other hand palming your ass cheek before he groped you. He slid off your thong as you lifted each knee to help him. You felt his breath on your inner thighs as he spread open your folds, humming in hunger.

“This pussy is mine…” he muttered before spitting between your folds. You moaned as you felt his saliva drip down along your entrance before he scooped it back up with his tongue, making your knees buckle.

“Oh my god…” you gasped as he started lapping his tongue frantically, the loud sounds of it slurping over your wetness ringing in your ears as you quickly fell into a euphoric state. He squeezed your ass with both hands as he groaned, practically motor boating your pussy lips, dipping his tongue back in to lick you up.

“Shiiiiiit,” you whined as your face fell onto the sheets, your upper body collapsing as your ass was still in his grasp. He spanked you, surely leaving a red print making you clutch on the sheets beneath you tighter. He spat inside your lower lips again, this time more forcefully as you felt his saliva shoot against your hole before he came back to lap his tongue over the same saliva-stained spot. He repeated it over..and over…and over… until you shuddered and almost choked on your breath from how deep his face was buried in your ass, his lips never leaving your mess unless it was to heighten your pleasure with his spit.

“Jimmy…I-I’m gonna cum,” you first whispered until it turned into a high-pitched whine, making you move back on your hands to grind against his face. He lowly moaned, continuing to make out with your pussy as he spanked you again, jiggling your ass cheeks in his hands.

“Cum baby…cum…” he mumbled between licks and your orgasm came crashing down, your cries matching the frequency of his slurps as you squirted in his mouth.

“Good girl…” he moaned in satisfaction as he dedicatedly swallowed every shooting drop of your nectar.

“Fuck…” you breathed out as rocked your body away from his face, your head falling back down to your chest from blissful exhaustion. He chuckled at your reaction before you heard rustles behind you as he took off his joggers and boxers. You looked back at the sight, his long, thick, pretty brown dick springing out making you bite your lip and rocking your ass back in his direction. He smirked back at you before he spat on his dick to lubricate it some more. You watched it swirl down onto his tip that mixed with his pre cum, his big hand sliding it up and down his shaft as he leaned over you.

“If this is whatchu’ wanted you shoulda just told me…” he growled in your ear, as he hovered on top of your heated back, sliding his sloppy tip between your ass cheeks before gliding it further down to your wet entrance, sloshing it up and down your drenched mess. You couldn’t speak as he held your jaw in his hands, your mouth parted open with short, raspy moans rolling off your tongue.

“Pl-Please…” you begged as he teasingly brought his tip to your hole.

“Please what? Huh?” he pressured you, his lips grazing your earlobe as he started slipping his thick head inside your hole.

“I need you inside o-ooooh my gooooood,” you loudly moaned as he didn’t let you finish, instead slowly pushing half of himself inside you. He thrusted again, this time shoving his entire length in you. You felt your elbows slip on the bed, your head dropping down from how fucking good he felt. He brought himself back up, smoothing his hand down your back to push your face back into the sheets. His thrusts slowly escalated, and you felt him in the pit of your stomach each time he pumped his big dick in you. Faster, deeper, harder…

The bed started squeaking and the headboard was hitting the wall, surely if people were outside that door they would know damn well what was going on inside.

“You like that? You like this dick baby?” he groaned in deep pleasure, gripping your hips in place.

“Yesyesyes…” you moaned before you loudly gasped as he spanked you again, slowing down his elongated strokes.

“Where you goin’?” he hummed watching you trying to crawl away and grip the sheets above your head as they pulled off the mattress from your tight grip. He grabbed a handful of your hair to pull you back up on your hands. He picked up the steady, rough pace as his dick sloppily slid in and out of you, making your mind swirl with dizziness.

“Nah, get up you gonna feel every…inch…of…this…dick…” the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin filling the pauses between each word as he continued to pile drive his dick deep in your guts. You started seeing stars as your breath got caught in your throat, feeling your climax climbing up on you.

“I-I’m-“ you shakily whimpered.

“Yeah…he can’t fuck you like this, can he?” he lowly chuckled with a deep, sadistic tone that quickly turned into a moan as he felt your walls fluttering around his dick.

“Mmmm you gonna cum?” he shakily whispered back as he leaned into your ear. All you could do was nod, your eyes were low, mouth dropped open with ongoing cries as he cupped on of your breasts to then slither it down your stomach and over your sensitive clit to rub circles over it.

“Cum on my dick baby…” he moaned feeling you pulsate around his thick length that didn’t stop pounding in you. His sensual coaching in your ear was the last straw for you and your soaking pussy, your orgasm crashing down as you didn’t control your moan, after moan, after moan…after…

“Oh my-my gooooooood,” you cried as you felt a tear drop fall from your left eye. He fucked you so hard and so good that your eyes stung with tears, failing to keep up with his heavy rocks that practically sent you into a different realm.

“Fuck…” he moaned as he kissed your cheek, tasting your tear drop. You could feel your messy juices dripping onto the sheets in spurts, as he continued to pump you with his coated dick.

“I wanna taste you…” you whispered, faintly turning back to look him in the eyes as he held you by the cheeks with his right hand squeezing them open as his thumb shakily grazed your lips.

“Yeah?” he moaned as he slowly pulled out, jerking himself off as he grabbed you by the jaw again, making you spin around as you sat on your ankles, your legs spread open, playing with your clit as his tip fell on your tongue. He bit his lip watching you look up at him with innocent yet devilish eyes, his hand sloshing up and down his creamy and coated dick. You grabbed his wrist and took over, using both of your hands to stroke him until he let out a low, sexy grunt as his head fell back.

“Cum daddy…” you whisperingly pleaded, feeling his dick twitch in your palms, shooting white ropes into your mouth and across your cheeks as you moaned swallowing every drop.

“You’re so fucking sexy…” he groaned, as his hand slowly stopped jerking himself off, watching you taste every ounce of his cum. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your thumb, sucking off the rest as you smiled at him.

“Why you do this to me, huh?” he smirked grabbing your cheeks to kiss you, your juices blending with the swirls of your tongues.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” you giggled against his lips as he grinned back, scooping you up his arms to throw you back on the bed.

✧✧✧

You both cleaned up and decided to stay in the room until everybody cleared out to avoid any awkward and tense conversations about what happened earlier. You texted Jasmine that you’d be sleeping over since Jimmy was staying over at Solo’s because they travel together for the upcoming live events. But he wasn’t the only one apart of their little carpool. Jey was also staying over. You hadn’t seen him since he was on the ground from Jimmy swinging on him.

You were showered and ready to go to bed. Ready to go to bed yet couldn’t. You kissed Jimmy goodnight as he spooned you in his changed and cozy sheets. He knocked out immediately. You don’t know how much time went by as you delicately caressed your fingertips up and down his sleeved arm that was wrapped around your waist. He was sound asleep but you were wide awake, staring at the darkened space in front of you. You couldn’t sleep. All you could think about was him. The image of Jimmy’s fist hitting his face kept replaying in your mind. You couldn’t toss and turn because you didn’t want to wake Jimmy up. You couldn’t just lay here like this. It was driving you insane. Maybe some water will help. You were thirsty after all, the only drinks you’d been having all night were alcohol. You slowly lifted his arm off of you and placed it at his side as you quietly stepped out of the bed, looking back to make sure he was still asleep. He was clearly exhausted. After the day he’s had, you didn’t blame him. You sighed and checked your phone on the nightstand. 4:10 am. You ran your fingers through your hair and out your face, quietly walking over to the door. You scrunched up your face as if it would silence the sound of the doorknob twisting as you opened it, shutting it behind you. You turned on the flashlight from your phone to head down the stairs. You remembered how Solo let you all know if you needed anything at all, you could just help yourself to his fully stocked fridge. You turned the corner to the kitchen when a silhouette appeared, the fridge light revealing his figure.

“Oh shit-” you quietly gasped, your hand flying to your chest. Jey turned around, wearing nothing but his boxers, closing the fridge door as he held a water bottle in his hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know-”

“You thirsty too?” he whispered, opening the fridge again to grab you a bottled water.

“Thanks,” you smiled, grabbing it to open it up. Your fingers stopped twisting the cap as your eyes landed on his very noticeable black and purple eye. You felt that guilt bombard your senses once again as your face dropped at the sight. Worry fell over you as you hesitantly stepped closer to cup his jaw and turn his head to get a better look.

“Oh my god…I’m so sorry,” you sighed feeling tears sting your eyes.

“Don’t. It’s not your fault stop that,” he kissed his teeth before gently grabbing your wrist, dropping it back down.

“Yes it is,” you whispered still looking at him nervously.

“No it’s not baby,” he furrowed his brows at your statement. You felt your skin tingle at the name. Your fingers were still entangled but you couldn’t let go. He stepped closer to gently wipe the tear falling from your face and pulled you to his chest to embrace you. You hugged him tightly, his warm bare skin comforting you as you listened to his heartbeat. He cradled your head in his hand, running it over your hair. Your fingers gently lifted on his back, running them up and down his soft skin making him sharply inhale.

“Get some sleep,” he mumbled against your hair, his hands dropping down your back to gently grip your waist to pull you away. Your arms only moved halfway off of him, still looking up at him. You both just gazed in each others eyes, his hand finding its way to cup your cheek. It was so quiet. Yet it was so loud. You could hear a pin drop. But you could also hear the sound of your heart beating inside your chest. The heart that kept beating for him when it wasn’t supposed to. His thumb softly caressed your cheek, as he peered down to your lips that you just licked. You tried to send the message with your eyes. You wanted him to read how desperate and loving they were. You speedily looked from his left eye to the right, trying to see if he received it. And he did. He pulled you in by the nape of your neck as your lips crashed together. You softly moaned at the return of his long, savory tongue in your mouth. The corners of your mouths quickly covered in saliva from the sloppy, needy, and yearning need for one another. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your breathing grew heavier. His panting just as rapid at the millisecond breaks your mouths took to turn your heads in the other direction in your make-out session. His hands dropped to the bottom of your oversized shirt to yank it up to your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass as it peeked out of your cotton pink cheeksters. You moaned in his mouth from his touch and he took that opportunity to scoop you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned at the feel of your drenched panties rubbed up against his stomach, hurriedly placing you on the kitchen counter. Your legs stayed wrapped around his torso as you almost fell back from your faces avidly crashing.

“Jey…” you whisperingly moaned as he grabbed you by the throat with one hand and cupped your breast with the other as he snaked his way up your shirt.

“Whatchu’ want baby…” he shakily asked between kisses as you continued to grind against his bare upper body, the pressure helping alleviate your need just a tiny bit.

“Fuck me please…” you panted as he dragged his tongue down your jaw making your back arch.

“Let’s go to my room,” he mumbled against your neck as he sucked your soft spot.

“No…I can’t wait,” you whispered as you pulled the hem of his boxers, slipping your hand inside the fabric to feel his hard, throbbing dick. He whimpered at your touch and your fingers lightly brushed the tip seeping with pre cum, making you breathe out another low-pitched moan.

“Mmmm please I’ll be quiet…” you begged in his ear as your thumb circled around his dripping tip.

“Nah…” he softly moaned as you dropped your hand along his shaft to softly stroke it.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy up the way I want-“ he growled before scooping you back up in his arms as he quickly tip-toed up the stairs. You covered your mouth at his quick reaction as you bobbled in his arms as he went up every step. You shut your eyes refusing to look at his door, hoping no one caught you both sneaking off to Jey’s room that was the last door down the long hall. Before you knew it silence in his darkened room took over as he quietly locked his door and pinned you against it as he left sloppy sucks down your neck. You were out of breath as your eyes fluttered, heavily panting in the silence as he covered your neck with his saliva. Your fingers found their way in his hair, lightly pulling on it before a gasp popped out your mouth as he scooted you further up along the door to swirl his tongue along your collarbone and chest. You used your foot to push onto the door and get yourselves moving to the bed as he walked over not daring to remove his tongue off of you. He threw you onto the bed and you let out a giggle louder than you meant to, quickly covering your mouth as you realized.

“Thought you said you were gonna be quiet?” he playfully teased with a grin, as he towered over you, making you lean further back on the bed.

“Thought you said you were gonna fuck this pussy up?” you teased back against his lips as he slithered his hands under your shirt to cup your breasts.

“And I will…” he whispered, dipping his head back down to snatch the bottom of your shirt with his teeth, leaning back in your flushed face.

“Take this shit off,” he muttered with the fabric between his grillz, his eyes hyper-focused on your lips as his forefingers and thumbs twiddling with your hard nipples. A moan rolled off your tongue at his touch, as you crossed your arms grabbing the side hems to take off…Jimmy’s oversized shirt. But he didn’t even cross your mind. You suddenly forget Jey had a brother at all because he had your full undivided, horny, and yearning attention. You threw it across the room, watching his pretty enticing eyes peer from your left breast to the right, licking his lips ready to feast on you.

“Mmmm, you’re so fuckin beautiful…” he moaned, rubbing his big, smooth hands up and down your thighs. Slowly sliding them over your stomach as it sank in from the tingles, flattening his tongue on your right nipple as he delicately flicked it up and down while massaging your left breast.

“Oh my god…” your head fell back at the feel of his wet and warm tongue gliding around your nipple as he sucked on it. Your right shin fondled with the bulge in his boxers. The contact made him slide his tongue back up your neck and on your lips as he drove his tongue in your mouth, grabbing you by the waist to push you further back on the bed.

You cheekily grinned as you bit your lip, watching his long fingers grab his hard-on that was prominently peeking out of his boxers, his bracelet shining right at you as he rubbed up on his bulge.

“This whatchu’ want baby?” he whispered as he stared into your soul, his hand slipping inside to grab his length as he hovered on top of you, his chain tickling your chest.

“Yes daddy…” you naturally breathed out, the same name you called his brother just a few hours ago.

“Slip ‘em off for me baby,” he mumbled against your lips as he hooked his other finger inside the band of your panties to tug on them. Without a hesitant fiber in your being, you obliged, bucking your hips up to slide them off your legs and toss them across the room. You reached for his boxers to pull them down as he let you. His long, thick dick sprang out as the tip brushed against your tummy, the droplets of his warm pre cum sliding against your skin.

“This pretty pussy stay dripping for me huh?” he asked as his long, thick fingers found your slick folds, opening them up to roam up and down your mess, the same way he did earlier in the night.

“Fuck…” you whined as he sped up the vertical strokes suddenly replacing them with his creamy, dribbling tip continuing his up-and-down slides along your entrance. You gasped a little louder this time, the head of his dick inching its way into your hole.

“Shhhh…” he grabbed your jaw to make you look in his eyes as he slipped his entire length inside of you making you moan once again, louder than you expected. He pressed his lips against yours mid-moan in an attempt to shut you up, but the way his tongue slithered in your mouth only made your noises lose more control.

“Feel good baby?” he seductively mumbled as he slowly stroked his dick in and out of your doused pussy, his lips swiping on your parted ones with each thrust.

“Yessss so good…” you whispered as he picked up the pace, creating pleasureful flutters in your tummy with every push inside of you. The legs of the bed were so quiet yet soundable as they rocked against the hardwood floors. He frantically buried himself within you, your arms hooked under his shoulders, your nails digging into his upper back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your walls were already so sensitive from how hard Jimmy fucked you earlier. It felt so so good but you winced a tiny bit at Jey’s similar aggressive thrusts that it made you croak out a cry.

“You okay baby? Too rough?” he breathlessly asked, his eyes lowly glazing over yours for any confirmation. You couldn’t speak as his dick quite frankly knocked the wind out your throat from your whispered cries, a tear falling down your cheek before he kissed it away.

“I gotchu’…I gotchu’ bae,” he reassuringly whispered, his hard and quick thrusts slowing down to gentle, deep, elongated strokes that made you shakily moan from this new, different, out-of-world pleasure that erupted sparks in your body that melted into the sheets.

“Oh my…gooood,” you moaned, your mind swirling with a euphoric, foggy sensation with how fucking good his slower strokes felt, dragging out the way his length nicely slipped between your walls that contracted around it, not wanting it to slip away.

“This feel good, hm? Nice and slow baby?” he deeply asked as he nuzzled his face in your neck, a small grunt falling from his lips.

“Yesyesyes,” your high-pitched, whispered gasp erupted as he hit your g spot ever so slowly with each delicate thrust. He left sloppy kisses down your neck, his grillz leaving little love bites that made you pull on the ends of his blue-tipped mullet. He grabbed your right thigh to scoop his arm behind your knee, giving himself more space to fill you up with every inch of his dick.

“Mmmmm…Jey,” you moaned, tugging a little harder on his hair as he hovered over you again, his breath hitching watching you in deep arousal.

“I…I…” you heavily panted as he hummed, almost agreeing with your unsaid sentence. Your right hand rested on the nape of his neck, as your left grazed over his bearded jaw.

“I love you,” he professed softly, fastening his strokes just by a little knowing that’s all you needed before your climax exploded throughout your entire body, making your legs uncontrollably fondle with his lower back. You felt his dick spasm between your sensitive walls as his forehead fell on yours, his moans a little louder than yours before you decided to shut him up this time as your lips weaved together. Your chests heaved against one another, a faint smile forming on your lips as your eyes barely stayed open. You stayed in the same position for a little while, just admiring each other’s eyes before he softly kissed you again, making your cheeks flush as your fingers grazed his sweaty, glistening back.

“Don’t tell me this dick knocked you out, wake up baby,” he jokingly whispered, tilting your chin up and forcing you to gaze up at him.

“I’m awake,” you mumbled with a grin.

“Man…you’re so perfect,” he complimented, still slightly panting.

“Shut up,” you giggled, feeling overwhelmed with his loving presence. There was silence before you noticed the sunrise starting to peek out from the curtains as it accentuated his face. The black eye was nothing compared to his vibrant and pretty features. Your thumbs caressed over his lower jaw, his beard hairs smoothly prickling against your skin.

“I have to go back…” you lowly whispered, feeling a tug on your heartstrings watching his smile fade away as he nodded in agreement.

“Let me get you a towel first,” he whispered, pecking you before getting up and walking towards the bathroom. You sighed, resting your palm on your forehead feeling a mixture of emotions. You really fucked both of them. You really fucked both Usos. You weren’t gloating, just extremely confused about your feelings. Sleeping with Jimmy for the first time after so many years of light-hearted flirtatious moments was great. The sex was appetizingly filthy, rough, and electrifyingly steamy. But with Jey…it was more passionate, comforting, more so making love to one another. And the three words that fell from Jey’s mouth…made you melt. The twins have always told you they loved you and you’ve always said it back. But this was most definitely different.

“Psst.” You snapped out of it and turned to see Jey walking out with a towel around his waist, another in his hand as he pretended to shoot his shot at you, literally. You caught it with ease and shook your head at his goofy ass. You cleaned up and slipped your oversized shirt back on, almost feeling dirty, in a guilty way, fucking one brother then putting the other one’s shirt over your head. You tied your hair in a messy bun and tip-toed to the door, the sun’s golden light more luminous in the room as it highlighted his face.

“You gonna sleep?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Nah. Gon’ hop in the shower…you could join me if you want,” he softly expressed, grabbing a handful beneath your shirt.

“Tempting, but I can’t,” you giggled as he lightly spanked you and scoffed at to answer. You stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever before you shared one last flavorsome, soft, and passionate kiss.

“Yeet,” you whispered turning back around one last time as your hand grabbed the doorknob. He chuckled, holding on to his towel.

“Yeet,” he threw back with a wink and you departed as you looked left and right in the hallway before stepping out. You reached Jimmy’s room, the door slightly squeaking as you turned the knob, making you curse under your breath. You peeked in, seeing him still asleep. You blew a little air out of your mouth, relieved that he was clueless. You climbed back in, making him stir in the sheets as he grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer. You dozed off, your brain playing hopscotch with the two brothers.

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The following morning the boys had to leave for the airport for their live events. You ended up heading back home after having brunch with his Solo’s wife. The next following weeks were…chaotically indulging. If you weren’t with Jimmy, you were with Jey. If you weren’t with Jey, you were with Jimmy. You spent Sunday and Monday nights in Jey’s hotel room for Raw. You spent Thursday and Friday night traveling to Smackdown with Jimmy. Your weeks consisted of one twin pulling on your hair while you got pounded from behind in his locker room while the other fucked you against the steamy shower walls, both drenched from the hot water. They didn’t know about your rendezvous with the other twin…or so you thought. You picked up on the feeling that they secretly knew, because Jimmy didn’t call you on Sunday or Monday nights. Jey didn’t call you on Thursday and Friday nights. They just knew you were the other. And to think it wouldn’t get even more chaotic, you were at backstage at Fastlane where they both had matches. You were watching on the monitor set up in Jimmy’s locker room as Jey and Cody won the tag team titles, the biggest smile spreading on your lips knowing he was now a 2x undisputed tag team champion. You wanted to so badly find him and congratulate him right after, but you were with Jimmy up until his match. The match were him and Solo lost. Jimmy was crankier than usual, and you knew it wasn’t just because of the feeling of losing that match. That loss hit differently because he felt like he was falling behind his twin brother, not only in the ring but with you. You hated that he was in a mood the night before your birthday. You were throwing a big party, where everybody was invited. And to unintentionally make the situation a little harder for Jimmy, he didn’t expect Jey and Cody to show up with their tag titles gloating through the crowd.

“They what?” you asked, your jaw dropping at Jasmine telling you what was going on downstairs as the guests started picking up.

“Yeah girl, Jimmy still sitting in that corner drinking his beer. You gon’ come down or what we waiting on you!” she exclaimed watching you add a touch more of highlight on your nose. You heard her sniff and you looked at her through the mirror, dramatically holding her hand up to her mouth.

“Are you crying?” you turned around with a little laugh.

“You look so hot and you’re getting older, do you blame me?” she patted her tear away to avoid ruining her makeup. You giggled getting up from your stool to hug her as you felt tears sting your eyes.

“Fuck now I’m gonna cry,” you choked out before she broke the hug.

“No no no. You worked too hard on this makeup. I’m not crying anymore. Go put that sexy ass dress on so you can come down!”

You changed in your purple sequined lace-up tube body con dress, fluffed up your hair, and put on your necklace and diamond earrings.

“You can open your eyes now,” you giggled before you gave her a little twirl and she started loudly clapping.

“Oh my god, bitch you look stunning!” she hyped up. “Now let’s go down everyone’s wondering where you are.”

“Wait,” you grabbed the shot glass from your dresser and poured yourself some tequila. You couldn’t go down there sober. Not when they were both here. You’re winced from the sizzling burn in your throat. You walked out with Jasmine down the stairs, the music blasting, and everyone was happily conversing and drinking.

“Heyyyyy there she is!”

You giggled at everyone’s dramatic reactions continuing to walk down the stairs, giving hugs to everyone around as they wished you a happy birthday. You clanked your way to the kitchen to grab more drinks from the fridge, your heels already annoying you.

“God…damn,” you hear a deep and sensual voice slightly startle you as you peeked above the fridge door still bent down with beers in your hand. Jey stood there with the sexiest smirk on his face, goofily dropping his eyes back down to your ass in the air as it peeked out of your tiny dress.

“Shut up,” you giggled, closing the fridge with your heel, two bottles in each hand.

“Let me get those for you,” he walked closer to grab them out of your hand and placed them on the counter before he gripped you by the waist, your lips inches away. Your breath hitched in your throat from his sweet cologne, his wet pink lips that he just licked as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, admiring your beauty.

“Happy birthday beautiful,” he whispered before planting a nice, soft, and slow kiss on your lips. You moaned as your tongues naturally slipped into each other’s mouths, his hand sliding its way from your waist to your ass to grope you.

“Thank you…” you breathed out, grinning against his lips.

“Trus’ me this dress is…mmmmm…but I wanna rip this shit off and bend you over this counter right now,” he mumbled, biting your lower lip causing another moan to escape your lips as his grillz sank down on your glossy lips.

“Later…” you whispered with a giggle trying to remove yourself from his grasp to get back to the drinks when the kitchen door opened, making you both turn your heads at the interruption. Luckily your bodies weren’t in touch anymore because with the way he raised his brows at the both of you, you figured he knew what was going on.

“Well well well, what’s goin’ on?” Jimmy asked, clearly drunk as he crossed his arms. Jey kissed his teeth, turning his back on his brother as you let out an annoyed sigh.

This was gonna be a long fucking night.

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writingoddess1125 · 2 years ago

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Darling I am SO SORRY for adding yet another request to the already enormous pile but OH MY GOD your buggy family saga keeps me thinking! The way buggy wants to have daughters! The way the twins have regular noses but CONSIDER!!!! him and his lady having a baby girl and AHHHH she got his nose!!! Little cherry baby! At first he's so afraid because of his own I security and then he's DETERMINED that his baby girl will never feel that shame or I security neverrr

Cherry Babies 🍒

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- Old Man Series

• Buggy is head over heels in Love with his Daughters. Ari and Ali- has shown them off to everyone and holds them constantly.

• "Look at my daughters! They are so beautiful! Makes your baby look ugly!" He laughs at a random villager-

• You having to apologize and just explain he's excited-

• Calls them a host of Nicknames like with the Twins. The boys he always calls Peanuts or Double trouble.

• For the girls he has adopted Cherries or Bubble & Squeak. Mainly due to Ari Seeming to always be blowing spit bubbles which he has to clean and Ali being the more vocal of twin and making a host of random noises.

• He trains Dee and Bee more- Wanting them to learn how to protect their sisters and guard them.

• Speaking of the boys, They love their sisters. At first they were jealous assuming that the babies would steal all of the attention, That was till they returned from the ship after your labor and found that you would be in deep recovery from the birth. So Buggy was dealing with the girls mostly- thats when the boys decided to help their father till you were better and fell in love with them just like Buggy did.

• The twins had become massive helps to You and Buggy. Often without even needing to be asked-

• A few weeks after the birth Buggy walked into the nursery to check on the girls and found Dee asleep leaned next to the crib were the girls were and Bee asleep on the floor.

• Buggy had never felt such a strong swell of pride before and picked up the boys and tucked them into their proper beds that night. A smile on his face the whole time

• If anyone mentions their noses- GOES APE SHIT

• A nurse was the first one to be on the end of this treatment- It was there one month check up and the Doctor had given the clear the girls were happy and healthy. He had brought his assistant a young male nurse with him to help with things like weighing both twins and documenting results.

• Buggy caught his eye staring at thier noses and his eyes narrowed dangerously. The nurse fucked up though when he said 'Do we check the noses?.. was that normal?"

• The Doctor and you knowing that there was no stopping Buggy as he screamed in the Nurses face and proceeded to beat him to death-

• He will constantly be paranoid something Is wrong with the girls.

• "(Y/N) Why is she crying like this?" He panics as he holds Ari who is crying hard. You walk over calmly to see the man on the verse of tears as you do a quick check over and touch her rounded stomach which immediately leads to a dart and her quieting down.

• "She just has gas-" Buggy stares "Oh-"

• When the twins open their eyes and start to look around Buggy is overjoyed. Especially when he sees they have his eyes, Is immediately swooned.

• AKA HE THROWS A PARTY

• Buggy of course had thrown another party, Like he did with all his kids it seemed. Dee figuring out how to read the maps- Party. Bee making his first Bomb- Party so now that the girls had opened their eyes- PARTY

• It's a massive event with his entire crew involved. Food, Music, Drinks, the works.

• You catch him buzzed off his ass swaying to some music while holding the twins against his chest. You go to protest and scold him- But notice he is actually levitating by his ankles to keep from tripping as well as using the baby scarf to hold them up.

• It was oddly cute? Here was this pirate, high bounty and nasty reputation red in the face singing along to the music while holding his daughters.

• Ari is wide awake looking around at all the new things while Ali is peacefully asleep cuddled into Buggys chest.

• When he turns you see Bee asleep on his back, like a piggyback ride.

• You of course snap the picture of Buggy holding three kids at once.

• Will want to set back to sea by the Girls 3rd month and has the ship ready by then. He knows its difficult but feels safer on the sea then on land ironically as well as He has been on this island for a year and doesn't want to lose his reputation.

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circeyoru · 1 year ago

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It's almost my sleeping time so can I request again.

I just wonder How well the other react to Yandere Alastor go on a date with the reader.

I mean the people in the Hotel.

I know damn well them will be confused.

Especially what's her name again... Mimzy?

I have a feelings that she will be confused then everyone else.

That's all I hope you stay strong and healthy!

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}

Hi hi again!! You're going to be like a regular in my inbox now. Staying strong and healthy, thanks~

How well others react... Hmm.. If we're going with what happened for this ask, then it's gonna be interesting.

Everyone saw how you knocked Alastor out of the park with the first date. Angel was commenting on how Alastor should be the one to do that, not you. Husk slapped him upside the head to warn him to keep his mouth shut about that. What if Alastor heard that? He didn't cause all eyes and ears on you.

Later on, the dates were like a rotation between you and Alastor leading. Though it was easy to know who the date was for; if it's Alastor, you two would be out of the hotel; if it's for you, the two of you would be in the hotel but Alastor would be purely focused on you and no one can disturb you two; if it was a compromise for both of you, well, they can't tell. Any scenario, they know NOT to include any of you in their plans.

At first, they are sure as hell confused, but they also witnessed your confession (since it was done in the open). Neither you nor Alastor leaving proves a happy end. Then it was their confusion and shock as to why you picked Alastor and why Alastor was that enamoured with you. Both of you don't explain or humour them, so they just accept it. Now when they know you and Alastor are on a date, Charlie swoons and supports it, Vaggie rolls her eyes but happy that Alastor is more tamed, Niffty waves you two off, Angel teases a bit, Lucifer makes all sort of disgusted faces but wishes you well, and Husk just hope you have Alastor's attention so he's not bothered by his owner.

Now for Mimzy. Alastor will threaten her to mind her tone around you, but he didn't reveal his relationship with you. She was not as important to him now as before, so she didn't need to know about you. Say she goes to the hotel to pass the time, surprisingly there was no one after her this time. Then she sees you, alone. So she takes this chance to harass you for messing with Alastor's head. Alastor was her 'protector', the one to clean her messes because they were acquaintances in the living. Who were you to take that away from her?

Vaggie and Angel tried to get Mimzy to change targets. You and Alastor both said today was a day that the two of you won't be free to help around the hotel under any circumstances. Meaning? You two were going on a date. Distrubing any of you two was the same as a death sentence.

"Let her learn the hard way." Lucifer stopped Vaggie and Angel from their troubles. He heard Mimzy's words to you and he wasn't happy. He'd love to knock this b*tch down a peg or two, but Alastor should be even happier doing it and you'd be satisfied to see it yourself.

"All by your lonesome? Aww, did ol' Al get bored of you so soon?" Mimzy teased with a grin, her hand covering her lips poorly.

You raised a brow at her, your eyes narrowed. "Alastor?"

The colours on Mimzy's prideful face disappeared like it was sucked out of her when Alastor materialized next to you. Yup, the other residents of the hotel were familiar with such a sight; that's why they won't come near you on your dates. Alastor smiled, an arm over your shoulders while his eyes glared at his former friend, "Yes, My Beloved?"

"Beloved!?" Mimzy repeated in shock, her eyes twitched.

Now it was your turn to grin back at Mimzy, "I think I'd like to watch a show for today's date."

Alastor humoured you as he brought you close, his eyes focused solely on you, "What sort of show? I'll provide only the best."

"I'm in the mood for some screams of agony, particularly one that's high-pitched" You faked a thoughtful look.

"I have the perfect demon in mind." Alastor's smile grew to a grin, his eyes slowly directed over to Mimzy, who was cautiously backing up with each step. "My dear friend, I believe your services are required by my lovely romantic partner."

"Actually, I was just leaving." Mimzy chuckled. How was it that you two were an item? Alastor never gave her the time of day, even when he was alive. How did you catch Alastor's eye?! "So..."

Alastor's shadow tendrils appeared out of nowhere and wrapped out Mimzy, "Ah, ah, ah. You know me well. I'll do anything for the love of my life."

In the end, I'd say that Mimzy's reaction would be that of denial, shock, and disbelief. Her pride was hurt, she was with Alsator for so long and he never showed such tendencies. She didn't understand how she lost to you, in a twisted way. She was fine with Husk, because she knew Alastor held him on a leash, so she acts out as much as she wants. But in this case, you held something over her, you held the reason for her brazen actions and attitude, you won before there even was a competition. You didn't even know.

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wriothesleybear · 2 years ago

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Being the new inmate at the fortress. And having a hard time starting there not knowing the Duke has an interest in you. Everyone begins to notice and starts to treat you nice, calling you 'The lady' and addressing you as 'My lady' which catches you off guard.

You get better quality meals more frequently and that's not including the other inmates sharing theirs, the guards start acting more formal and respectful towards you, letting you slack off more. The other inmates surround you, acting as some sort of bodyguard. You don't know what you did but you can't tell if you like it or not.

Things get even stranger when Sigewinne frequently visits you but you both become friends because she's a sweetheart, giving opportunity for her to pass information to The Duke about you.

Then comes the random gifts of your favourite snacks, drinks, flowers, books and such...

You accept it all but you can't help but wonder. Why all this for me?

Love this idea! This is gonna be a somewhat yandere!Wriothesley. It's basically love at first sight for Wrio. When he first saw you, he knew you had to be his. At first, he would do things behind the scenes such as what you said above: having everyone call you lady, have everyone treat you with respect, giving you special treatment, etc. When he told everyone to start calling you lady, that was his way of claiming you as his and to warn everyone to back off. You probably don't want to know what happens to the inmates and guards who don't leave you alone.

You meet him for the first time when he calls you to his office one day. You were nervous going to his office because you thought you did something wrong and was in trouble but it turned out he called you for a tea date. He would greet you at the door, kiss your knuckles like the gentleman he is, and guide you to sit down on the couch in his office. There were so many yummy sweet treats and a tea set with two cups on the table. He bought all these expensive teas for you to try with him. It was a fun date with him where you got to know more about him. You thought he was a scary guy from all the rumors you heard but it turns out he's a sweet and funny guy. When you ask him why he gives you special treatment and spoils you, that's when he confesses his feelings.

If you accept his feelings, he'll be thrilled and spoil you more than you can ever imagine. More gifts like jewelry, expensive clothes, and more special treatment but also lots of affection from him, special visits to his office, and you basically don't have to work because he provides the money and things you want. Your only job is to sit on his lap and keep him company in his office while he has to read through boring paperwork. When he buys you new outfits, he has you put on a little fashion show in his office so you can show them off to him. It may or may not end up in him just ravaging you (he cant help himself when you look so sexy and beautiful to him🥺) Besides spoiling you with gifts, he also shows his love through physical touch. He expects hopes you reciprocate his love and affection by spoiling him with your own affection. Smother him with kisses, hugs, and words of affirmation. Words help ease his worries and fears. Deep inside he has his own worries and insecurities and he hopes you never leave him and continue to give him your love forever as will he.

If you don't return his feelings, he'll be understanding, but he'll just try harder to sweep you off your feet. Every minute he gets of free time, he uses it to come up with plans on how to swoon you and execute those plans so you can understand and accept the feelings he has for you. You'll eventually fall for him since he doesn't give up.

I hope you enjoy anon🥰❤️

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gds-daisy · 19 days ago

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here for the bigbang matching event!!

1. ry!! aka @namsgyu

2. she/her but i don’t really mind!! presenting feminine but not overly (if that makes sense? lowkey depends who im around. if they have more feminine energy, ill swoon over to more masculine and opposite!!)

3. little bit of both!! i like talking to new people, but i wont share a lot of details about myself. but with my closest friends i’ll talk about AAAANYTHING. definitely a bit of self-deprecating humor to cope with life and its troubles. i journal a lot to make sure my best AND worst memories never get forgotten, both are life lessons after all! on the weekends, love going out with small group of friends to restaurants (izakayas!) and having a few drinks and even a smoke if the night ends up in that direction. HUGE karaoke fiend! screaming is such a GOD TIER for me to release the pent up stress accumulated over the week

4. recently my hobby has been immersing myself in learning japanese. anime, manga, dramas, podcasts, im learning it all!! it’s also to help me for my japanese proficiency test im taking in july. i like shopping if thats considered a hobby? mainly for my apartment like new plates or for fashion items like clothes, makeup, accessories, etc!

5. biggest pet peeve is when someone can’t read the room. for example, i was at karaoke recently and this guy queues five of his own songs that NOBODY else knew!! like hello dude we have songs we’d like to sing too, at least pick something other people can sing along to!!

6. my ideal partner, hmmm that’s a tricky one. i really like when people understand me without me having to say anything because im can be quite shy when speaking up about what i like or not. i’m the type of person to say smth like “i can go anywhere as long as its with you” but i really like going to amusement parks with huuuuge roller coasters!! somewhere we can take a lot of photos and have fun together without thinking toooo hard on what to do

7. acts of service!! melts my heart when people do something for me, even as small as saving a seat for me on the bus.

8. usually i have a really tomboy-ish style! catch me in a simple t-shirt, baggy pants or athletic shorts, and a windbreaker. i love wearing nike clothes! if im going for an outing though, i keep the baggy pants and swap a t-shirt out for something more fitted, it’s my time to show off my body!! most of the time im wearing darker clothes or beige/grey tones!

9. my favorite color is dark red? burgundy if you will. i’m standing at a short 5’1 (abt 155-157 cm). currently studying at an international university, majoring in business admin! currently i’ve been into korean and japanese pop and can listen to anything expect for country (idk, i can’t vibe with it). i’m an only child so a lot of my life was spent under strict parental monitor, so to have fun i had to sneak around a lot!!

10. nsfw pls 👉🏼👈🏼 im a switch leaning sub!! if the person im with is strongly dominant, i will have no problems complying! if they’re switchy, it definitely will bring out the dom in me hehe. idk how many of these are considered as kinks but i like: oral (giving AND receiving), cnc/free use, degradation, public/semi-public, hands GOD i love hands, VEINS UGH YES, overstim!

im sorry if this was so long- i figured you’d have an easier time if there was a lot of details you could pick from!! IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU COME UP WITH!! be sure to take lots of breaks in between writing these!! MWAH 🩷💞

for ry 🖤

i match you with…

kwon jiyong

you and jiyong match each other so well <3

your energy is what captivates him and steals his heart

he absolutely loves that you guys have a similar work ethic but it also worries him

when he notices you’re a bit more burnt out than usual, he steps in and tells you to take a day for yourself

there’s unwashed dishes? he’ll take care of it. you need to do laundry? he’ll take care of it.

he’ll even make sure to buy all of your fave snacks along with a VERY cheesy stuffed animal before coming home to surprise you

the two of you decide to watch a variety of different shows and movies

he loves watching them with you because he loves seeing you happy and all smiley (he loves them as well but he would never confess that to you)

when you suggest going to an amusement park, he automatically says yes because he hasn’t been able to experience it with how time consuming his trainee life was and who better to experience it with than you? <3

you talk him into going on the ferris wheel and even some of the more “scary” rides

“ji, it’s not that scary!” you say with a giddy laugh as the ride starts to become more turbulent while he’s screaming his lungs out.

despite this he still managed to have a great time and even won you a manga stuffed animal (which he spent TOO much money to win but he would do anything for you <3)

jiyong LOVES tagging along with you on solo shopping trips and seeing how cheery you get

he ends up paying for everything and carrying all your bags without you having to ask him even though you insisted you could take care of it

even when you’re out shopping with friends, he’ll still hand you his black card :)

there’s nothing jiyong loves more than watching you sing your little heart out at karaoke night

if someone annoys you there, you’ll be a bit more sulky for the rest of the night which means jiyong has to take things into his own hands even if it involves dragging you back on that stage! :)

he notices that you tend to journal a lot and when you run out of space, he will buy you a brand new one and surprise you with it

“oh ji you didn’t have to!” you cried out as you wrap your arms around him, his hands now tracing the small of your back.

nsfw!!

when you and jiyong first had sex together, you could tell he was holding back a bit

the sex was still passionate and lustful don’t get me wrong, but you could tell he didn’t want to push your limits until he was sure what you liked

when you told him you were into free use, you guys made sure to have a safe word just in case things went too far

after all consent is very sexy!!

after that conversation it was like something changed in jiyong and the way he fucked you

sometimes you were woken up in the morning by him devouring your wet cunt

this man gets so pussy drunk it’s not even funny.

“g’morning jagi,” he says to you softly. “and good morning to you too,” he says to your pussy in between each individual flick of his skilled tongue

he also puts your free use kink to good use when you misbehave for him ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC

“such a greedy slut for me, aren’t you jagiya?” he says as he piledrives his cock into you while you’re mounted against the bathroom stall door, forced to take every inch.

jiyong noticed your fixation for his hands almost immediately

during sex, he always makes it a point to slip his fingers into your mouth for you to suck

while he loves being in charge, he still needs to be taken care of every once in a while :)

after a long day, he’ll come home to you absolutely exhausted and you know exactly how to relieve some of his stress—by riding him of course!

jiyong is a SLUT when you suck him off

he’ll be letting out the most orgasm-inducing moans and whimpers known to man, which only makes you double your efforts and suck him off even harder

safe to say that man will cum down your throat without any complaints from you!

aftercare is so so important to the two of you!

in most cases, one of you will run a bath for the two of you to enjoy together and enjoy each others company in your dazed out states

if you guys are too exhausted to get up, you guys will cuddle until both of you eventually fall asleep <3

#kwon jiyong smut #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong x reader #gdragon x reader #gdragon smut #gdragon #g dragon smut #g dragon #bigbang #kpop #kpop smut

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terry-perry · 10 months ago

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Are requests for the Alastor x carmine!reader still open because I thought of something about the early stages of their dating?

What if even though they're trying to keep it a secret and not tell a lot of people, but they can't resist being in such good moods because they're clearly in love with each other?

"I can't tell you their name but let me tell me how amazing this person is SWOON!!"

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce y'all to Lillian!

"Y/N! So good to see you baby! I feel it's been ages!"

Y/N walked into the salon and greeted her nail tech with a couple air kisses and a big hug. "Hi, Lillian -I know! I'm most definitely due for some new acrylics. Also, is Shannon in? I wanted to get my hair done too. Give it some shine, add some curls."

"She's got a few appointments, but for you? She'll make time!"

Lillian gleefully took her favorite client by the hand and led her toward her workstation. "So, nails and hair, huh? What's the occasion? Are you guys working on an important deal?"

"Nothing like that," Y/N said as she dipped her nails in the bowl of acetone placed in front of her, unable to keep her giddiness inside since she was still having trouble trying not to think about him anymore than she could help. "I have a date tonight!"

"Oh, is that so?" Lillian pondered, wide-eyed as she observed the big smile on Y/N's face.

"Yeah, it's with this guy I've been seeing for about a couple weeks. We've been going out for coffee and taking walks after work, but tonight is our first real date!"

"And where's the lucky guy taking you?" Lillian asked sweetly, focusing on buffing out the last bits of Y/N's acrylics but still investing in their conversation.

"We're going to this jazz club downtown that he likes for drinks and maybe dancing. Then he's planning on taking me to...The Severed Head."

Lillian stopped herself from making her buffer sponge slip out of her hands from surprise at hearing this. She lifted her head to show her disbelief to a practically beaming Y/N. "The Severed Head?! The fancy place people can't even afford to eat bread from?"

"The very same!" Y/N said with a giggle.

"I heard it can take up to months to get a reservation there. How'd you guys swing that?"

"He's got connections. He made a deal with the owner a while back, so you can say he's a big part of why the place has good business."

Lillian continued to look positively agog at this piece of gossip. "So he's an Overlord then. Impressive!"

Y/N hummed, looking very pensive suddenly. "He's incredible, a little rough around the edges, but he's quite the gentleman who treats me well. He's also pretty funny and charming. I feel like I can really be myself around him."

Lillian softly looked at the clearly lovestruck girl in front of her. Something rare to see in Hell was something so pure, but there it was. She was happy to witness such a sight until Y/N got serious about what she said next.

"The thing is we're not out in the open just yet. You know my mother; very few things meet her approval. I don't know if me going out with another Overlord would make that list. So we're doing our best to keep a low profile for now. We have a chance to go out tonight, but only because he had to pull some strings to ensure we'd be alone. So do you think you can keep this to yourself?"

"Oh, of course, my love! You know you can trust me. I'll take this to my grave!" When Y/N gave her a strange look, she added, "You know what I mean."

They shared a small laugh before Lillian continued her work.

Lillian heard the bell above the salon's door chime, indicating someone entered. She paused her clearing up her table to see who it was and gave them a big smile.

"Oh, if it isn't the lady killer himself!" She chirped while walking over to the front to greet them.

"Now my dear, we've been over this," Alastor replied with his trademark smile. "Those particular cases went cold. It was never proven that I was involved."

She laughed at his remark. "How can I help you today handsome? Your usual sharpening?"

"Yes, and if you don't mind, perhaps a clear coat polish. I want them to look extra sharp for tonight!"

"I can take you in a second! I just gotta finish clearing up my station." She gestured for him to follow her there while they continued their conversation. "So, what's going on tonight? Meeting the next star of your radio show? I've been kinda missing it since you've been gone."

"As much as I'd love to feature guests on my show again, I'm going to have to put a pin on that for now due to my current obligations with the princess," he sat down when she offered him a seat and when he sighed dreamily she had to do a small double take as though making sure this was still Alastor she was talking to. "No, I have plans to meet with a special lady this evening."

Lillian paused setting up her tools for Alastor's claws. Did she hear that correctly?

"Am I hearing this right?" She voiced her wonder. "Is the Radio Demon seeing someone that isn't a potential deal or guest on his show?"

"I suppose..." Alastor replied coyly, mindlessly twirling his microphone that suddenly began to play romantic jazz while he displayed a gentle smile. Seeing him like that was almost endearing, if a bit strange. "She's lovely - a dove among all the crows you find here in Hell. Our budding romance could blossom beautifully if I play my cards right! It's why I must look my best and give her a night she won't soon forget!"

Her suspicions were rising, but she needed more to absolutely know. "So what do we have planned for tonight?"

"Oh, I have quite the enchanted evening planned. We'll let some beautiful music play while we share drinks. We'll enjoy dinner and dancing, and if we have time left, I have a surprise for her I know she'll love."

"Ooh, spill!" She had to know what he had up his sleeve.

"This stays between us, right?" He asked with small notes of malicious intent as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Of course, dear," she said, not seeming to be affected by his subtle threat. "I wouldn't dare to dream of breaking nail tech-client confidentiality. I just love romance!"

He took another second to stare at her but went back to discussing his plans excitedly. "Well, she happens to love old movies. As you know, I'm not a fan of visual mediums, but she's worth it."

Lillian almost squealed right then and there. He must really think highly of this girl if he's willing to go through watching a movie with her. "Oh, so you'll finish the night with a movie?"

"A private screening of an old thriller from my time, yes," he answered. "It's about a hypnotist who brainwashes someone to commit multiple murders. I know she'll love it!"

Oh, Lillian knew this had to be Y/N he was talking about! His plans perfectly aligned with hers, and he's right about the movie. As sweet as Y/N can be, she also had a small edge which included having bizarre taste in films, books, and apparently men. She was astounded to learn about their relationship, but the more Lillian thought about it, the more they made sense. The daughter of the best arms dealer in Hell and the mischievous radio host with a soft side very few knew about. It was an unexpected pairing but also a pleasant one.

She couldn't believe she had front-row seats to what could be the start of Hell's cutest couple!

#alastor x reader #au #carmine!reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #drabble #oneshot #request #imagine #x reader

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sweetbutpsychobutsweet · 2 years ago

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You Love Bread!

Chapter 8

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You wake up from your fainting spell to a group of very concerned dwarves. Thorin in particular would like some answers, and might just have a few ideas up his sleeve to solve your problem...

Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, NSFW, 18+, Minors do not interact, smut, implied eating disorder/starvation

author's note: This chapter ended up being sooo much longer than I anticipated, so I had to break it up into 2 parts. Don't hate me for where I choose to leave this one off😅

Word count: 2121

Someone is pressing a cold cloth to your forehead when you slowly start to drift back into consciousness. You groan as you start to regain feeling in your fingers and toes again.

It takes a moment for the memory of what happened to flood back in and your breath hitches in a jolt of panic as your eyes snap open and you scramble to get back to your feet.

“Woah, easy there lass,” Fili’s voice comes from behind you and he removes the cloth from your face to place a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting back up just yet.

“I’m fine,” you grumble, shaking him off.

“No you’re not,” Kili chuckles from your side. “You swooned into Thorin’s arms like some kind of damsel in distress. You need to take it slow.”

The brothers both bring a hand to your back, gently helping you to sit up further. Fili hands the cool cloth over to you and you sigh in relief as you slide it along your neck and chest.

Ironically you feel a lot better than you did before you passed out. A gentle breeze blows through your hair, and looking around you can see you are no longer in the same place you were when you lost consciousness.

Someone has carried you off the path to lie in a patch of grass alongside a small lake. The rest of the company must be waiting nearby as you can hear their booming voices through the trees and can smell the smoke of a campfire and food cooking over the flames. You feel something soft beneath you and look down to find yourself laying on a fur cloak. Thorin’s cloak.

You look around to try and find him. Farther down the lake you see him conversing with Oin and Bombur. They speak in hushed tones but judging by the troubled looks on their faces it’s safe to assume they’re talking about you.

“She’s awake, uncle,” Kili calls from behind you and Thorin’s head snaps to look over at you. He says something to Oin and they both hurry over to you.

“Welcome back, lassie,” Oin says, “you gave us quite a fright.”

“You need to eat something,” Thorin says, signaling to Bombur to bring you some food.

“I’m not hungry,” you tell him, “I just got too hot is all.”

“That wasn’t just heat stroke,” Oin replies with concern, “you’re still very pale and Thorin says you’ve been weak and disoriented all day.”

Of course, he did. You look over at him with a glare.

“Well then he would be mistaken, I’m perfectly fine.” you lie.

Bombur finally returns and approaches you with a bowl of soup and some bread but you shake your head, waving him off.

“I’m not hungry,” you tell them again, “I’m ready to get back on the road I just need a minute to catch my breath.”

“We’re not going anywhere. The others have already started making camp here for the evening, we’ll start up again in the morning,” Thorin insists. He takes the bread from Bombur and shoos him away with the rest.

“But Durin’s day-” you protest, knowing your deadline is fast approaching.

“We can afford to wait a little longer, we already covered enough ground today. Here,” he replies, offering you the bread, “just eat some of this.”

You push his hand away with another shake of your head. You can keep going you know you can. You’ve put a good amount of distance between you and the orcs already; you won’t jeopardize that now.

“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never once seen you refuse bread,” Kili comments with a nervous chuckle.

“You love bread,” Fili agrees.

You pay them no mind, keeping your eyes locked on Thorin’s as he thoughtfully examines your face. He’s given you no indication yet that he knows your real motives. How could he?

“Leave us,” he instructs the others, still looking at you.

They all hurry off towards camp without protest.

Fili hands the damp cloth over to his uncle and gives you another worried look before joining the others.

Thorin is still looking at you in silence. Your anxiety gets the better of you and you pull your gaze away to look down at the ground, trying to feign innocence.

He still says nothing.

Does he expect you to speak first? Perhaps he’s hoping that if he waits long enough you’ll divulge everything to him on your own.

That’s not going to happen, you laugh to yourself.

He rises to his feet with a sigh, but you still refuse to look at him as he makes his way over to the nearby lake. You hear him dip the cloth back into the water and wring it out before coming to sit in front of you.

He brings two fingers up to your chin, and gently turns your face to look at him. You’re too exhausted to fight him.

His hand slides down to your neck, gently tipping your head back so he can see you better. You refuse to let your eyes meet his, instead electing to look over his shoulder at the light reflecting off the lake.

You shudder as he brings the cool cloth up to your face, tracing a slow line from your temple all the way down to your jaw.

“Bombur says he hasn’t seen you eat anything since Rivendell. No one has,” Thorin’s voice is gentle and cautious. Not at all what you were expecting.

You finally meet his eyes to see they are not angry as you were expecting. Instead, they’re full of fear. You can’t remember the last time you saw this side of Thorin, if ever.

The cloth makes its way down the column of your neck, inching its way closer and closer towards the top of your breasts. You hate how much you ache for him to touch you there again.

Maybe it’s your desire or his rare show of vulnerability but you can’t help the words that escape your lips.

“Orcs can smell blood,” you whisper.

The cloth freezes just above your collarbone and he looks at you in confusion.

“I’m due to start my monthly cycle in the next few days,” you clarify and can see as the last pieces of the mental puzzle fall into place.

His brow furrows and his hand drops away from your chest.

“You heard what Lord Elrond said. If we are being hunted by Orcs I didn’t want to lead them right to us. I figured if I stopped eating for a while the bleeding wouldn’t start and it would buy us more time to get them off our backs.”

You bite your bottom lip, waiting anxiously for the lecture to begin. For him to yell and shout and tell you how reckless you were, or even worse to send you away from the company until you’re no longer a liability.

But he doesn’t.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t I tell you I was about to start menstruating while we’re being hunted by a pack of orcs?”

“Did you think I’d be angry with you?” he scoffs, “over something you can’t control?”

“No, Thorin,” you snap, “I thought you’d send me away. Again!”

He blinks at you in surprise.

“If me being here puts everyone else in jeopardy, if it puts our quest in jeopardy, then that makes me a liability and it is your duty as king to send me away.”

“Don’t you dare try to tell me what my duty is,” his voice drops into a low growl and his fists begin to clench sending drops of water running down his knuckles from the cloth still in his hand.

“Quest or no quest I am also responsible for the well-being of my people which includes you in case you’ve forgotten. I will not allow you to do something so reckless and idiotic! How can you expect me to successfully lead this company to Erebor if you’re starving yourself while my back is turned? If you had told me earlier we could have found a better solution that didn’t cause you to faint in the middle of the road!”

“You mean if I had told you earlier, you could have left me behind in Rivendell instead of slowing the company down?” you snap back as he moves his face closer to yours. You can see the angry clench of his jaw, and the furrowed lines of his brow that seem to be a permanent facial feature on him.

“I would have thought you’d prefer the company of elves over that of your kin, you certainly seemed to enjoy Lord Elrond’s the other night-”

You still feel weak from hunger but somehow the rage his words inspire gathers up enough strength for you to roughly shove him away from you. He barely budges and you lift your arms to shove him again, but this time he catches you, grabbing you by the wrists keeping you firmly in place. He pulls you closer into his chest until you’re almost nose to nose.

“You will stay here with us and you will do so with a full belly. I need you to keep your strength up for the journey ahead and the orcs pursuing us. And I swear to you,” he says with a growl, “ If I ever hear about you trying to starve yourself again, I will personally shove every last crumb down your throat. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oh I have no doubt you’ve been dying to shove something down my throat,” you purr with a wicked grin, “which is why I don’t intend to give you the satisfaction, your grace.”

His grip on your wrists tightens.

“We’ll see about that,” he growls, letting go of your wrists. Before you can even blink his hands are grabbing your face, pulling your lips into his in an angry, passionate kiss.

You know you should resist him, or at least pretend like you don’t want him as badly as he clearly wants you. But seeing as you are quite literally starving, and he tastes absolutely amazing…

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer to you. You groan in pleasure as his tongue sneaks past your lips forcing himself deeper inside your mouth. His hands leave your face and travel down your body to cup your ass firmly, pulling you into his lap.

You can feel his arousal through his trousers, stabbing your upper thigh, so close to where you want him but not quite close enough.

He drags his teeth along your bottom lip before starting to kiss a slow path along your jawline and down your neck, biting at your flesh as he travels further and further down.

You free a hand from his hair and reach it down between the two of you. You press your palm against his length and he growls into your neck. You want to tease him, to drive him to the edge of insanity until he is completely addicted to you. But not as badly as you want to feel him, all of him. You bring your other hand down to help unfasten his pants but before you can succeed he suddenly has you on your back beneath him, wrists held firmly overhead.

You growl and squirm trying to free yourself but you both know you’re not exactly at fighting strength at the moment. You are completely at his mercy and you can’t stand it.

“Please,” you whine, trying helplessly to press your body up to meet his again but he refuses to budge. “I need it,” you complain.

“Oh, I know exactly what you need,” he whispers, his beard tickling your face. He releases just one of his hands, moving your free wrist to join the other and your breath hitches in anticipation, hoping that hand is about to touch you in all the places that ache for him.

You open your mouth to beg for just that when something soft is suddenly stuffed into your mouth.

You blink at him in confusion before your taste buds can identify the unexpected guest.

Bread!

“You’re going to eat every last crumb,” he demands, “and when you’re done with that you’ll have more. I’m going to stay here and watch you eat every last bite, then and only then, will you get your other needs fulfilled. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly, unable to speak around the roll he shoved in your mouth.

His breath his hot against your cheek as he brings his lips closer towards your ear.

“Good girl,” he growls

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