#i was quite young when i started reading him i guess i didn’t notice

[pickled-flowers]

I wish books had stickers telling us whether or not they pass the Bechtel test

[sarawritestories]

The Most Beautiful High Lady

Rhysand X Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: Its getting close to Starfall the second one since Rhysand has been home from Under the Mountain. You want to dress to impress him and go to a new dress shop in Velaris and shocks you by the visceral behavior and your High Lord, your mate, will not stand for it.

A/N : First things first I want every reader reading this: YOU ARE BEATUIFUL. Any person who is buying a dress or a suit or whatever for a big event like wedding etc. You should be able to feel beautiful and confident and not left feeling upset and self conscious. This is loosely based off the terrible experience myself and my bridesmaids had at a bridal store yesterday which had me reeling and It sparked this idea that Rhysand would never stand for anyone insulting his Female or any female for that matter.

Content Warnings: Body shaming, rude snide comments, skipping a meal, body insecurity, angst,

Word Count: 2.7 K

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“Have you thought about losing a couple pounds?”

You blinked. And blinked again. “Excuse me?”

The consultant at the dress shop gave a saccharine smile, “Well we only have a small selection of sizes here and I just don’t think you’ll find a Starfall dress in your size. It would be cutting it close if we placed a special order.” She looked my body up and down, “I mean I just don’t believe we have what you will be looking for.”

You crossed my arms, “Can I at least make that decision for myself?”

She sighed and you didn’t miss her rolling her eyes. “I guess we can try a few dresses. It is the second Starfall with our High Lord home, best dress to impress. He is quite handsome.” She winked and you rolled your eyes, it wasn’t the first time someone had mentioned to you about your mate’s beauty but after the weight comment the mention of his beautiful perfect face stung.

You followed her to the back of the store hidden behind the show floor. The back of the store had poor lighting fae lights dimmed and was dingey.  The dresses looked worn and tattered and forgotten and she grabbed a few off the rack, not regarding you to see if it was a style, you liked and herded you back to the back corner of the store. Another sickly smile graced the consultants face, “Let me know when you need help.” 

You closed the curtain and tried on one of the dresses, that was a plain beige dress, that barely covered your thick thighs. You shrugged it off and grabbed the silver dress, and it did fit but it hugged you in all the wrong places accentuating your fuller stomach and your boobs were practically spilling out of the dress and once again shimmied the dress off. There was one final dress, a teal dress that had a high neckline and long sleeves and as you tried it on it fell on your body like a sack of vegetables. You walked out to find the female helping me to notice that she wasn’t there. You walked over to see her helping another client and fawning over her and one of the dresses.

Another consultant came up to you a younger woman who looked you once over and with a disinterested look, “Do you need me to clip you?”

You gave her a warm but distant smile, “If you wouldn’t mind.”

She herded you back into the corner, and clipped you, the dress was hideous, and didn’t accentuate your breast. “You may need a corset for this dress to not only slim you but also lift up your assets. Wouldn’t want them hanging down to your waist.” There was a pause, and the young female met your gaze through the mirror and noticed your mouth was agape and she huffed a chuckle playing it off at as a joke. Then she started fiddling with my hair, “You going to do anything with your hair for Starfall? I mean the High Lord is going to make an appearance. Might want to look your best.”

Clenching your jaw, you gave a tight lip smile and through your teeth, “I haven’t decided yet. Please unclip me.” The female did as you asked, and you rushed into the changing room and put on your regular clothes. Walking out, not bothering to thank them for the time you made your way home. You were not in that store for longer than twenty minutes and you walked away feeling confused and hurt and feeling self-conscious of the weight you had gained since Rhysand had come home. Did he feel a similar way to those women? It was hard to shake that thought as it wormed in my head as I reached the familiar path of my home.

Walking into the town home I heard the boisterous laugh of Cassian and Azriel in the dining room. I walked following their voices, the two were sharing a meal and Cassian caught my gaze, “Hi there, Sweetheart,” He patted a seat next to him and I made my way to sit next to him, “How was shopping? I kind of thought you would be gone longer,” two pair of hazel eyes on me.

I tried to tug down the dread from my early and gave the general a forced smile, “Shopping was fine, I went to one store and wasn’t really feeling shopping anymore.”

Cassian shrugged, kissed my cheek, and went back to his food meanwhile Azriel gaze was locked to yours. “Might as well join us in eating,”

Have you thought about losing a couple of pounds?

The consultant’s words rang in your ears, and you shook your head, “No thank you. I’m not hungry.”

Azriel squinted, “You didn’t eat breakfast though.” He crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair.

You tucked your lip in between your teeth before responding, “I ate before I went shopping.”

If Azriel caught your lie he didn’t let on and you were quick to stand up, “I’m going to spend the day working our room. I’ll see you at dinner.” You kissed Cassian’s cheek and walked over to kiss Azriel’s cheek. “Love you!”

As you walked up the stairs you heard the two say in unison, “Love you too!”

Once you’ve reached the room you sink to the floor, your head leaning against the wood. You unleashed your tears then. The anger, humiliation, the insecurity flowing through your body, and you tucked your legs close to you and buried your face in your knees as the tears turned into sobs. A single shadow swirling around the door going unnoticed by you and the wave of emotions crashing into you were being sent down to the bond that led straight to the High Lord of the Night Court.

When the sun went down, you pried yourself from the floor and you walked into the closet and removed all your clothes. It felt suffocating against your skin. You grabbed one of Rhys’ buttons up shirt his scent enveloping your nose and brought a wave of comfort. You were placing your hair in a hair pin when your ears heard the front door open and close and feet bounding up the stairs before the doors to your shared room slammed open causing you to jump.

His eyes met yours through the mirror, his hair was disheveled as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times, the stars were banked out of his eyes and his mouth was in a firm line, but he was quick to change it as he took in the fact that you were wearing his shirt your thick thighs causing the shirt to rise and the deep purple lace underwear peaked through and Rhys’ eyes darkened. “Hello, Darling.” He purred giving you a bright smile as he walked toward you. “How was your day?” His hands grazed your arms, and he kissed the top of your head. His scent of citrus and Jasmine overwhelmed you and you closed your eyes for a moment.

I opened my eyes You returned his grin, “It was lovely, got some shopping done, at some good food, missed you though.” His smile faltered as if you said the wrong thing. “What?”

“Darling, I felt your anger and hurt through the bond. Azriel told me that you’ve been crying in here for hours, and that you skipped two meals. I was hoping you would just tell me what happened.”  You sighed and walked over to the large window overlooking Velaris crossing your arms. “Y/N, talk to me.”

You were shaking your head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Rhys returned your sigh with one of his own and got up and removed his shirt and he walked up to you.

“Will you show me?” You turned to see his tanned face to find his violet eyes meeting yours, he cups your cheek his thumb stroking the apples of them.

After a moment of debating with yourself you give him a curt nod and you can feel his talon caress your mental shields. You open that spot just for him and relive the interaction earlier in the day.  The snide comments, the dirty looks, the dresses that were pulled that made you feel large and not worthy of your mate. Rhys pulled away from your mind and you looked back out at window. “Those dressmakers came from the Autumn court. They fled the Autumn court they didn’t say why.” His voice was dark and cold, a voice he reserved for the Court of Nightmares.

You shrugged and willed yourself not to cry. “They kept bringing up how I should look my best for you. How just on the off chance that you would give me the time of day.” You hated the way your voice cracked, how it took no longer than 30 minutes to make you feel not worthy of your mate whom you have known for over a century.

“Why didn’t you tell them exactly who you were to me?” he swiped at the tears that were falling despite you willing them away.

“I was so taken a back by the time I left and processed what a happened I had long left the store. Are you ashamed of me?” His brows furrowed, and you spoke into his mind Am I worthy of being your mate?

He clenched his jaw, “Any person who makes you question the cauldron on giving me to you as your mate deserves to be kicked out of my territory.” You were about to walk away when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you where your back was pressed against his chest your head resting on his shoulder. “You are my mate. You are perfect for me. You are worthy of the title of my mate.” He began kissing down your neck, “You are worthy of the title of my wife.” His hands trailed up the shirt and unbuttoning until the shirt slides of your shoulder. “You are worthy of the title of High Lady.”

You stiffened and he chuckled as he sucked on your shoulder, “There has never been a High Lady,” You moaned out as his hand fondled your clothed breast.

“There will be. Soon. And those women will be dealt with,” He lifts his head and grips your chin turning you to face him. “But first, I will be reminding my wife just how much I love her.” He kissed you as his love was sent down the bond to you and he lifted you up and took you to bed.

~The Next Day~

Rhysand had linked your arm with his as you walked into the same boutique that you went to the day before, and the energy shifted. The consultant who had asked you if you thought about losing weight came up to the two of you. She bowed, “High Lord, what a pleasure to have you in our store.” She looked over at me, and she gave me a warm smile, probably not remembering me from the day before.

Rhys smiled though it did not reach his eyes, “Believe me, the pleasure is mine,” Rhys shifted his arm so that it can snake around your waist his thumb stroking the violet Cheffron. The floor length dress hugged your every curve and accentuated your breast to send a clear message on how to dress your body type. “We are looking for a dress, for coronation of the High Lady of the Night Court.”

She smiled at him, not regarding you, “Of course, would her lady in waiting know her measurements.”

You clench your jaw to prevent it from falling to the floor. The audacity of this woman. Rhys laugh echoed in my brain, as his smile turned more sinister, “The High Lady to be can tell you herself.”  His eyes met mine, “Darling, any dress for your big day.” He gave you a kiss on your nose eliciting a full-blown grin on you face.

In your head he purrs, Give him hell, my love. Her face is priceless.

“If it’s alright with you I would like to look around.” You gave her my sweetest smile.

The woman tight lip nodded to her, “Of course, let me show you our top designers.” I held out my hand and Rhys laced his fingers with yours and you both made a show of walking around and looking at all the dresses. The consultants are tailing the two of you hoping you will pick a dress for a big event. “We have styles made for queens here so we can definitely find one for our High Lady.”

You hum in acknowledgement as you look around touching the different fabrics. You turn to your mate mischief was in his eyes and the stars in them twinkled. “My Love, these dresses look cheap.”

Rhys tsked and you’re trying really hard to suppress your giggle. “A shame. I was hoping that we were getting the Autumn Court’s finest. Its alright, we’ll go to our usual boutique they love making dresses for your gorgeous figure any way.” He leans in and whispers loudly, “As about much as I enjoy your figure nude.” Heat crept up your face as he winked at you. You are so beautiful when you are flustered.

Shut up.

As you wish my High Lady.

The woman made another attempt, “High Lord, I assure you that we do not have cheap dresses.”

You turned to her with all humor and lightness left your face. “Perhaps not, but the ugly attitude and awful service I received yesterday definitely cheapens the place.”

Realization dawns on her, “Oh my I remember you. I am so sorry. Had I known who-“

You held up your hand, “It shouldn’t have fucking mattered. I was a client who wanted to shop here, spend my money here. I was discarded and pushed in the corner as though you were embarrassed to have me in your store wanting to buy your clothes.  I was not here for very long and in that short period of time you made me feel worthless, ugly, and not worth my mate’s time. If you did that with me, what are you do to others who look different than you. Do better. Because as of now this establishment reports back to me and I get one word from someone about how poor your service is, I will be sending you back to the Autumn court. Consider this my first act as High Lady. Are we clear?”

The woman nodded the group of consultants too nodded their head. “Yes, High Lady.”

You nod, and turned toward Rhys who shimmered Pride down the bond. “Rhys, let’s go I’m starving.”

Rhys smiled and kissed your hand, “Anything for my High Lady.” He led you out, pausing he walked back in and the women perked up. “Make my Mate feel less than the amazing woman she is, I will send you to the Court of Nightmares and feed you to the beast.” His smile was sinister as his eyes darkened. “Understand.”

The women said in unison, “Yes High Lord.” He nodded and walked backed out and saw you embracing the midday sun, your side profile showing your luscious curves that made his mouth water and the sun hit you perfectly making you look like a goddess.

“How did I get so luck to have the Most Beautiful High Lady in Prythian?” He kissed you with his hand gripping the back of your neck. And he pressed his forehead against yours. Gripping your hip and lacing your hand in his pulling you close. He began to sway you two even with no music playing.

You are the only person I know who would make me High Lady after worshiping my body just to prove a point to a disgruntled business owner.

He chuckled, Darling, you were going to be High Lady at Starfall. That was my surprise for you. You just sped up the timeline.”

You stared in his eyes, “I love you, Rhys.”

He kissed your forehead, “I love you most. My beautiful High Lady.” And the two of you proceeded to sway for an hour with no music, just the sound of their steady heartbeats.

~Thanks for reading!

[juniperskye]

Why are you in my head? Pt. 3

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you are soulmates. The legend of soulmates is that you start to hear one another’s thoughts around age 16 – not all the time, but when you’re feeling a strong emotion. It simply flows out of you and into the other, the legend also states that the closer you are, the more you can hear them. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** I did also use some of the dialogue

Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts. (mind you, they are essentially hearing both sets of thoughts)

Eddie Munson x Fem Sunshine! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Fluff/Angst - Part 1 Part 2 Part 4** Part 5

Word count: 2583

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, explicit language, no use of y/n, fem reader, mentions of drugs/sale of drugs/drug use, arguing, mentions of Eddie’s drug addict parents, mention of post-partum depression, mention of child endangerment, mention of child death, mention of murder, mention of suicide, mention of foster care, let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story

I miss you so fucking much. How could you think so little of me. I’m sorry. You just don’t understand what it’s like. You don’t even know me. We’re soulmates, of course I know you. Our thoughts weren’t shared until we were both teenagers, you know nothing about how I was brought up. Can I see you? Please.

Thoughts between soulmates were shared more frequently when experiencing high levels of stress, primarily during long periods of separation after meeting, or fighting.

“Hey bug, Eddie’s on the phone for you.” Your dad knocked lightly on your door.

“Tell him I don’t want to talk to him!” You hollered up to your dad.

Since your fight with Eddie, one week ago, your parents had noticed your very apparent, sour mood. You really had no choice but to tell them that you had in fact met your soulmate and had been hanging out with him non-stop. Your mom had been thrilled for you; she had wanted to know everything about Eddie. Your dad on the other hand, he was furious. He clocked the tear tracks that ran down your cheeks the second you walked in the door, and he wanted Eddie’s address so he could kick his ass. You had assured him that it wouldn’t be necessary, that no matter how upset you were in the moment, in your heart you knew the two of you would be able to work things out.

“Sweetie, maybe you should take his call.” Your mom suggested.

“Maybe you should butt out!” You shouted back.

You were immediately filled with regret. Quickly making your way up the stairs you threw open your door to come face to face with your parents.

“Mom, I am so sorry.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, her hand gently brushing at the hair on the back of your head. She always did this when you hugged, and it always brought a warm comfort throughout your body.

“It’s okay. I know that you are upset. Maybe you should try talking to him sweetie, it might make you feel better.” She suggested once more.

“Okay, I guess you’re probably right.” You nodded.

“Well, that’s good because he is on his way right now.” Your dad informed you.

“What? Dad! A little warning would be nice! He doesn’t live that far, and I have to get ready!” You started scrambling down the stairs into your room to get ready.

Your parents chuckled, remembering what it was like to be that young and new in love.

A knock at the door had you sprinting up the stairs and practically shoving your dad out of the way so you could get there first. You weren’t quite ready to have Eddie meet your parents, especially since you aren’t currently on the best of terms.

You opened the door with just enough room to slide out of the house. You took note of Eddie’s disheveled appearance, he had bags under his eyes, his hair looked especially frizzy, and his skin didn’t have its usual glow.

“Hey.” He said sheepishly.

“Hi.” You replied.

“Did you uh, did you want to go sit in the van and talk?” Eddie said gesturing to where it was parked at the end of your driveway.

You nodded and the two of you made your way to the vehicle. He wanted so badly to pull you into his arms and kiss all this pain away, but he knew that it wouldn’t be that simple, he had made some snap judgements and said some hurtful things to you. He knew he needed to apologize and that the two of you still had a lot to learn about one another.

“Baby, I am so sorry. I said some awful shit to you, and I shouldn’t have. I just, I am so used to having people judge me. For how I look, for where I live, who I live with, the people I hang out with, the music I listen to, the field of work I’m in. And I know that you weren’t judging me, that you were just looking out for me because you care, but baby I couldn’t help but let those past feelings eat me alive when you were talking to me.” Eddie explained.

“Eddie, I appreciate you apologizing. I’ve had time to think about things too and I can understand how my reaction could have come across as judgmental. Eddie, my dad is a cop, I have heard what happens to people when they’re caught with a little bit of weed in their possession, but if you were caught selling it, or something worse. Eddie I can’t lose you. Not when I have only just found you.” Tears were running down your face at this point.

Eddie scooted closer to you on the bench of the van, he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, gently brushing away your tears with his thumb. He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. When you two broke apart, he leaned his forehead against your own, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I am so sorry baby. Please forgive me?”

“Eddie, before I can forgive you, I need to know that you don’t really think of me like that. I may come from a well-off family now, but there is a lot you don’t know about me and I just – I need to know that you don’t see me as some privileged brat.” You begged.

“Sweetheart, no! I don’t think of you that way. I am so sorry! I don’t even know why I said that. It’s like a defense mechanism. I know that there’s so much I don’t know about you, and I hope that you will trust me enough to tell me everything there is to know about you.” He rushed.

You were both startled by a knock on the window. Looking over at the passenger window, you were mortified to see your dad standing there, giving you and Eddie a small wave. He then gestured for you to roll the window down. You visibly cringed as you began cranking the window open, mouthing an embarrassed apology to Eddie.

“Dadddd…what do you want?” You whined.

“Your mother sent me out here to let you know that dinner is ready. She also wanted me to ask if your friend here would be joining us.” He explained.

Your eyes darted over to Eddie. You were trying to decipher his expression, was he as horrified as you were? Was he intrigued by the idea of meeting your parents.? Was he ready to flee and never return?

Would you want me to stay?

You couldn’t help but smile. His thought was timed perfectly, this soulmate thing definitely had its perks.

Of course I want you to stay! I just don’t want them to scare you off.

“If it’s alright with you sir, I’d like to stay for dinner.” Eddie looked at your dad, who replied with a curt nod.

“I can’t believe you’re a Metallica fan! I just finished learning Master of Puppets on my guitar!” Eddie gushed.

“That’s a tough song, I bet you had to practice for weeks!” Your dad indulged Eddie.

This is so embarrassing! Your dad is so cool!

Your mom laughed at the exchange between the two men and she and you cleared the table. She gave you a knowing look and nodded towards your room.

“Why don’t you two go watch a movie, your dad and I can clear the rest of this up.” She suggested.

“Only if you’re sure.” You asked, gaze shifting from your mom to your dad.

“Door stays open.” Your dad pointed towards you.

With that you grabbed Eddie’s hand and led him down to your room, being sure to leave your door open, per your dad’s request. As you descended the stairs, Eddie’s jaw made its way to the floor. He was amazed by your room, you had records hung on the walls and ceiling, one of your walls had an incredible photo collage, with photos of you, your friends and family throughout the years, and below that were stacks of books next to a small desk. HeHewHH’d have to ask you about who all these people were. You also had a projector screen that you clearly used for movies.

“This is amazing! You read J.R.R. Tolkien and Stephen King? And these records, this is so cool, I would never want to leave if this was my room!” Eddie exclaimed.

God, like you could get any hotter.

“Yeah, my parents are pretty cool about letting me express my creative freedoms or whatever.” You shrugged.

You couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach, Eddie had talked about how you got everything you’d ever wanted, and this made that seem true. If only he knew.

Things had continued on pretty well with you and Eddie over the next few months. You guys had grown closer, trusting one another with the heavier secrets of your lives. Eddie had told more in depth about his parents. His mom had gotten hooked on drugs thanks to his dad, who was quick to put hands on Eddie and his mom when he was under the influence – which seemed to be more often than not.

You had wanted to tell Eddie about your past too, but the timing just didn’t seem right. Every time you went to share, something came up, or you were trying to avoid it coming across as you are one-upping him and his trauma.

Things aren’t always what they seem.

Eddie had dinner at your house once a week, and you’d traded off whose house you’d go to after school each day. Nothing physical had transpired between the two of you other than a few heavy make out sessions. At each other’s houses you had fallen into a routine, at yours you would either watch a movie or read, at his you’d either watch a movie, listen to music, or help him with his campaigns.

Tonight happened to be dinner at your house, your parents had suggested ordering a pizza tonight and playing Monopoly. Eddie had enjoyed nights like this, your parents had been extremely welcoming of him. He had appreciated that they didn’t judge him, not once in all the time he has known them. They had been warm and kind and accepting.

Your dad had bonded with him about his taste in music and had shown an interest in Dungeons and Dragons. Your mom talked to him about his future and his dreams of being in a band, but the reality of him probably becoming a mechanic.  Your mom had told him that he should pursue music as long as he had something he could fall back on should it not work out. She told him that he could achieve his dreams as long as he worked hard at it.

These conversations, these dinners, these nights with your family had been amazing, they had also been painful for Eddie. He couldn’t help but feel hurt that he didn’t get to have a childhood like this, that he had to get his ass beat by his dad while his mom was strung out on the couch. He hadn’t been removed from their custody until he was about 10 years old, that’s when child services pulled him from their care and moved him in with Wayne.

Wayne had grown fond of you immediately; he had seen how Eddie had changed immediately after meeting you. He had been happier, which meant the world to Wayne. All Wayne had ever wanted was for Eddie to have something good in his life and here you were. You and Wayne were buds and it filled Eddie with a sense of pride that his uncle approved of you.

Now if only things could stay simple like that forever.

Eddie and you had finished dinner and a game of Monopoly at your house. You were planning to go to Eddie’s after to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. After pulling up in front of the trailer, Eddie made his way to your side of the van and pulled you out of the car. You giggled as he kissed you and the two of you stumbled into the living room.

He made his way to the kitchen to grab drinks for you both and he began popping some popcorn.

“Sorry about my parents tonight. I know they can be super lame.” You huffed out a laugh.

“What do you mean? Your parents are great!” Eddie said.

“No, I know, but they act so goofy. It’s embarrassing.” You shook your head.

At least you have parents.

“Jesus Eddie.”

“What? I didn’t…oh shit. Babe I’m sorry. It’s just, you should be thankful that you have parents who care about you. Not all of us are that lucky.”

“I’m not that lucky Eddie! Fuck! How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me!” You sighed.

“Then tell me! Please, enlighten me as to how your two wonderful parents can be so bad!” Eddie egged you on.

“THEY'RE NOT MY PARENTS!” You shouted at him, then took a deep breath. “Eddie, they’re not my real parents.”

Eddie sat a looked at you, mouth agape, speechless. You could tell that he was waiting for you to continue, but you needed a moment to collect your thoughts. You had to explain everything, this conversation could change everything.

“My parents, Eddie, they did some horrible shit. Neither of them had any other family, my mom she uh, she had post-partum depression, she wasn’t doing well, for a long time after my little sister was born. I guess that had caused my dad to seek comfort elsewhere, I was only six when all this happened. But uh, my mom she uh she left my sister in the bath alone, my sister slid down into the water and drowned, she was only 8 weeks old. When my dad came home and found her, he was furious. Eddie he killed my mom, and then he killed himself. I ended up in foster care and bounced from home to home until I was twelve, until they took me in.”

“Sweetheart. I, I am so sorry. I don’t, I’m not sure what to say.” Eddie whispered. “But uh, you said. You had mentioned that your mom told you bedtime stories about how her and your dad met.”

“My mom now, she would tell me how her and my dad met, every night until I finally started sleeping.” You explained.

The nightmares made it impossible. I couldn’t stop seeing the blood.

Eddie crossed the room and pulled you into his arms. He couldn’t believe that he had been so stupid this whole time. You had been silently telling him that your life wasn’t all that perfect, that though now, it seemed good, it hadn’t always been. He needed you to know that he was here for you, no matter what.

I’ve got you. I will always have you baby.

A sob escaped your throat, ripping through the silence. Eddie held you; he laid you with him in his bed, his hand brushing through your hair gently, whispering sweet nothings to you.

I haven’t told anyone that story. Nobody, ever. Not even my parents. Your secret is safe with me. You are safe with me. I love you sweetheart. I love you Eds.

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[hdrygdhbuu]

Hello, I’ve read a few small stories from Dir en grey’s meet&greet and experience from the concerts in general aaannddd I also decided to share mine from m&g 19.03 in Warsaw… Maybe just mainly for archival purposes, but anyway… it was quite interesting.

Since It was my very first concert in my whole life (but what is most important Dir en grey concert😭) and I was sosososo hella nervous – on top of all I came completely alone into the dark unknown! The first show of my favourite band. The first meet&greet with precious and talented band members on their first tour destination. I thought I could have died before start of the show.

Beforehand I’ve read some different experiences from m&g – there were really a few, really – it was said that people with VIP queued in front of the venue doors and were entering one by another to meet the members(¿). (Actually I have no clue, because I didn’t happen to enter among all the people… You’re allowed to read to know then lol) When I had come on the floor I saw two queues actually. One to the m&g and another to the merch booth. But as I said, It was my first life experience so I immediately got super confused and didn’t know where to go… Two long queues, a lot of people, I couldn’t understand which one is which… Anyway I stayed at the end of the merch queue (😭) and managed to buy some things almost THE LAST ONE. I mean, there still was a couple of girls near the stand, but… the cashier was very nice, (he let me pull out of the bag some secret postcard&stickers on my own lol) when he said «there is a meeting with a band, so you should hurry» and pointed at the entrance doors. I looked and realised there was no one around, like, really, empty corridor… Obviously I got scared (even more scared than I’ve been all this day) and rushed there immediately, almost running – actually it was just “fast-walking”. I didn’t know the place, what is where, and at that moment I didn’t even know where is the venue and where I entered… I jumped up to the venue with dizzy head, completely at a loss, greatly confused (I’m sorry, but that cashier really made me worry and hurry with those words😭) and first I couldn’t even recognize the place. All happened so suddenly: I saw them. But the first gaze was so quick, really, I only managed to catch the smiley glance from Toshiya first! Probably all of them were so confused of the chaotic way I entered 😭 (I even thought Toshiya was internally laughing at me, but i guess I was simply delusional.) The staff stopped me with "wait" or something, and – oh what a shame… – at that exact moment I suddenly/quickly turned around at my speed (but it wasn’t so fast fr) and stepped back as almost i was about to leave at every moment 😰 There were no fans nearby… before or after me… and we just stayed like that, so so embarrassing… Me, being afraid even just of looking at them, because I knew, I felt they were staring at me… Maybe i got affected by this “wait” from the staff and actually lost all remains of courage, waiting, waiting for the right signal😭 I met eyes with that woman from the staff, she was staring at me and i was looking at her like “what should i do, when am i allowed to step forward😰” Jeez i really felt so many eyes on me, as it was a long moment and i got lost…

But when i raised my sight, i couldn’t bear but just notice Toshiya’s smile 😭 (him being that tall after all) You know, it was just impossible not to catch it. He was staring so brightly, with the kindest and the most loving smile on his face😭 This smile could physically warm a body and hearts, full of gratefulness, love and respect. Since I’m quite young (i’m 20 actually… but the fact that I admit that I look much younger) for a moment i realised – i’m sure – it was a smile of a loving parent/senpai looking at the child/kohai 😭 Just… can’t describe this wholesome feeling, that he created inside of me with this looking&smile. He didn’t cut off his glance even when we actually met our eyes… i mean, i immediately got shyshyshyshy, i couldn’t withstand it and looked away😭 it was just too much😭🤚🏻

Then i noticed Kaoru looking straight and handing his postcard to me, encouraging me to come closer, and so that was the sign when i managed to finally move my trembling body. (The possibility that they might have been waiting for me just flutters all my insides and kills me!) So, then.. everything happened quite quickly, i was collapsed by shock, embarrassment and happiness at the same time, to the point I almost teared up. I bowed at each of them, saying quietly arigatogozaimassss as they were handing me signed postcards. I couldn’t even make myself to raise my head and look at them… Toshiya was the last one in a row, and when i stood in front of him the actual height difference hit me and got me on knees (and that’s the second reason i couldn’t get myself to look up – it would be physically uncomfortable lol i guess) I mean… this man is really tall, I faced his chest at the level of my nose for real, so yeah (I’m 160cm). He was the one who thanked me in response – well, maybe i was just too dumb and rushed too much idk – and that was so cute of him! Really, he seemed to be the nicest at the m&g, he really does care about fans, he really is glad and happy to meet fans😭 and he obviously showed his appreciation of all its power/extent. The one meeting broke my heart.

Of course after this i rushed to the rest of people near the stage (luckily i was in a second row right before Toshiya!) And then they left the place almost right away… I mean, after all maybe i really was the last one??? And what if they were waiting for me?? (It kills me ugh) Idk… I was sure there were some more girls at the merch booth before….

Anyway, talking about my very first show impression, i was sincerely amazed by this little pleasing discovery of my own – all of them actually were looking at fans during the show! Like straight in the eyes. Catching our glances. Sustaining this eye contact again and again. It felt like a dream, it felt like we and them actually connected on some kind of inner basis/level… I’m sure I even crossed some glances with Toshiya and Kaoru 😭 I didn’t expect it so, again, i felt kinda embarrassed, but super crazy! That was so much fun! Really, I will never forget those nights… And now, every time reminding it – all of them, the performance, their movements and emotions, that charming smile of Toshiya – I can’t help but melt into a divine smile…

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart💔 And thank you too who has read this unexpectedly long message 😭🤲🏻 And sorry for any mistakes..

P.S. I also wouldn’t mind if anyone who has read it, would like to share their experience too🤲🏻 Really, just kinda curious… and after all i don’t have friends who i can talk about diru with sooooooo feel free to share🙌🏻🌷

[chasingmidnights]

Feels Like Dying

Title: Feels Like Dying 

Prompt: “Every time I see you it feels like dying. Except, I know I’m alive because it hurts so much.” 

Summary: You finally tell Bucky how you feel. 

Warnings: angst; Bucky Barnes (I feel like he deserves his own label, alright!); heartbreak; love confession; unrequited love; pining; and I think that should be everything! I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read! 

A/N: This is a piece that I created for the Boxofbones Writer’s Camp event held by @boxofbonesfic! I hope you all enjoy it! I had fun going through the editing process and learned quite a bit! Thank you for hosting such a great event! 

Wordcount: 1,254

You walked into the common room of the Avenger’s compound and froze. You recognized that laugh. You’d know it in a room full of people. It belonged to Bucky Barnes, your best friend. One of the things that you loved about Bucky was his laugh, it was contagious. A small smile attempted to work its way onto your lips but faded at the sound of hers. Great, she’s here, you thought to yourself and you rolled eyes. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself forward. You wanted a snack and you’d be damned if the sight of Bucky and his girlfriend would stop you from getting one. You hoped they wouldn’t notice you. You thought back to when Bucky first started dating Leah. 

You had begun to notice small signs that something was going on with him. He would smile more when he texted and every time your curiosity grew. He would disappear for hours and come back as if he had only been gone for a few minutes. He became even more protective over his phone and wouldn’t let anyone touch it. Even you. You knew something was up but couldn’t quite put your finger on it. 

Then the day came when he wanted you to meet her. You'd arched an eyebrow up at him, asking him what this was all about. His only reply was a smile, and he’d led you out of the Avengers’ compound. When the two of you got to the restaurant, a young woman instantly smiled at the sight of the two of you. She waved you over and Bucky pulled you along to the table. You’d never seen him act so excited with someone, except for maybe you. Bucky had let go of your hand and greeted her with a kiss. 

Your heart sunk at the sight, and you couldn’t quite figure out why. It wasn’t until lunch was nearly over that it dawned on you like a ton of bricks.

 You had feelings for Bucky. 

And it was because of those feelings that you hoped neither Bucky nor Leah would notice you as you crept through the common room. But fate wasn’t on your side. 

“Hey Mouse!” Bucky called out to you. A smile pulled up at the corner of his lips. 

You willed yourself to walk over to them, doing your best to mirror his expression. The last thing you wanted to do today was be a third wheel. If you had known that they were in the common room you would’ve taken a different route to the kitchen. You know this place like the back of your hand, you would’ve found a way to avoid them. 

“Hi Bucky, Leah. What’s up?” 

Bucky tilted his head at you. You knew he could sense that you were uncomfortable by the tone of your voice, it was lacking the usual chipper quality. The two of you were best friends, he knew you inside and out. 

“Just hanging out, care to join us?” 

“You know, I would, but I have a bunch of reports that I need to get done. I was just taking a small break for a snack.” You flashed him a pained smile. 

Did he just look sad? Surely he’s not upset that I said no. He has Leah after all.  

“Oh okay.” Bucky replied. “I guess I’ll see you around later.” It almost sounded like a question.

“Of course Buck.” You give him a small nod of reassurance. 

You leave, your chest tight and swallowing back hot tears. Honestly, you wished you were in Leah’s spot. In fact, you didn’t realize you had feelings for Bucky until he had introduced Leah as his girlfriend. You suffered silently for months as you watched him be happy with someone else. Every time he asked you to hang out with them, you came up with some kind of excuse to explain your absence. You were so lost in thought as you entered the kitchen that you missed the sound of footsteps trailing after you. 

“Mouse, what was that back there?” Bucky asked, you could tell he was upset by the sound of his voice, it was strained and tight like he was holding back. 

You pulled out a bag of popcorn, glancing over at him before putting the bag into the microwave. He was leaning against the counter and had his arms crossed over his chest. You could feel his eyes burning into you as you avoided his gaze. The sound of the popcorn cooking provided release from the tension that filled the room. You continued to stare into the small window of the microwave as you spoke up again. 

“What are you talking about Buck?” 

“You know exactly what. All that bullshit about reports.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “You have been acting weird for months now and I can’t figure it out! Please, just tell me what’s going on.” 

Oh, he was not happy. You should’ve known that this was bound to happen eventually. You run a hand over your face before you turn to him. Bucky began to tap his metal hand on the countertop. You could feel heat beginning to form in your cheeks from being so worked up over this whole situation. Before you could even stop yourself, you said the first thing that came out of your mouth. 

“Fine, then how about this, I’d rather be doing other things than watch you two make lovey eyes at each other. Is that more acceptable?” Your voice was laced with sarcasm. He did not appreciate that, you could tell by the look on his face. 

“What, do you not like Leah?” He uncrossed his arms and put a hand on his hip as he waited for an answer.

You scoff at his inquiry. “She’s fine, I guess. I just don’t feel like being a third wheel all the damn time, is that so hard to believe?” 

“Come on Mouse, stop with the shit. Look, I can tell you don’t like her, you never hang out with us, no matter how many times I invite you.” His voice stern and his expression serious. 

Well, you might as well be honest with him. You take a deep breath. 

“You wanna know why?! It’s because I wish it was me that you were with, not her.” Your heart was already starting to race, the words continued to spew out. “It kills me every time I see you two together!” You paused to catch your breath. “Every time I see you it feels like dying. Except, I know I’m alive because it hurts so much. That’s how much I like you!” You hated the way your voice cracked, like the weight of your words was too heavy for it.

You stared at Bucky, your eyes locked together as the shock grew over his features. Tears began to gather in your wide eyes the longer he remained quiet. A sniffle escaped and you wiped away a fallen tear. You knew this is what would happen. The air around you grew thick as Bucky continued to stare wordlessly at you. You needed to get out of here. You felt like a complete idiot for spilling your guts to your best friend like this. 

“Right, well. I’ll just leave.” He would have said something if he felt even remotely the same. 

Tears continued to fall down your cheeks as you rushed past him. You left  before the timer went off, in too much pain to stand there any longer.

[mimising]

Summer full of wonders I Carlos Sainz

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Carlos Sainz x (she)reader

Hi. I'm back with part 2. Hope you all have a wonderful time reading it.

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Sweetness with pining for each other.

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Part 1  ---

 Few days have passed by. As it turned out Carlos did have an extra room for her to stay at. First night she couldn’t fall asleep because of the fear of being tricked and raped or robbed or god knows what. So she was glad to see a note on the kitchen counter saying he went for a run and she could freshen up before he saw her. 

 She noticed how Carlos had a strict workout and food plan. On days he didn’t have plans they would cook together. Some hispanic songs playing in the background. 

 Every morning they went for a swim in the pool. Slowly she has started to understand the movements and with little practice she’ll ace it in no time. They had made plans to go swim in the sea again some day soon. But this day must be soon because in 3 days she will go away. Back to cold weather and slippery pedestrian paths. 

 “Hey, how was your run?” She was just finishing with breakfast. “Great as usual,” answered in an out of breath voice. “The food is almost ready.” Carlos nodded. He was staring. Actually his eyes were stuck on her every movement. He had started to daydream about morning when he could put his hands on her hips from behind and push her against the kitchen counter. 

 She waved her hand. “Carlos?” He shook his head. “Yeah, right. I’ll be right back.” He walked away. The cold shower had been the solution for days now. If only she would stay with him a bit longer. 

“You take care of your health quite a lot. Don’t your joints start hurting with this much workout?” She was curious. And since they didn’t have much time left she had mentally said ‘fuck it’. Carlos sniggers at her comment. “How old do you think I am?” She blushed. ‘The worst thing you can ever do is to guess someone's age wrong by a mile.’ “Eeeh.. in your mid 20s?” To that answer Carlos shook his head. “Close but not really. Also, why should my joints hurt in my mid twenties?” She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “..I don’t know. You just seem to workout A lot.” 

 Carlos had almost finished with his breakfast. “Today we shall go to the beach. You still have a promise to fulfill.” She just nodded and stood up to put dishes away. 

Walking down to the beach was peaceful. Streets were full of people and ice cream sellers. “After the swim it’s ice cream on me,” she babbled. Carlos would love it but the season was near and in a week he would also have to leave this little village to start testing the car. No extra calories were allowed. Although he wouldn’t mind watching her eat ice cream. If only he knew what to do. ‘Should I tell her about my true self? What if she changes like all of them?’

 The young woman had noticed Carlos spacing out. He seemed to do it a lot more than before. “Carlos, do you have a driver's license?” “ A what now?” “You know, licensed to drive a car?” Carlos smirked. “Yes. Want to go for a ride?” he winked. She nodded. “I would like to see some countryside before I have to leave. Do you think you could squeeze it between your training plan?” Carlos was actually over the moon. He could show her his skills and maybe figure out how to see her again after her leaving. “Yes.”

 Unknowingly they had arrived at the beach. The weather was perfect. It was sunny, the sea was calm and no clouds in sight. Only a lot of people were sunbathing. 

 This time they walked together into the water. She was a little hesitant but Carlos took her hand into his. Water got to their knees, then hips and a little further it was already to her breast and only to his middle. “Cariño, are you ready?” She let go of his hand and jumped fully in. Carlos right behind her. 

 She laughed “ I can swim! I can experience the sea like never before!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. Carlos laughed as well. “Yes, cariño. Yes you can. So proud of you.” She turned around, swam to him and hugged him as tight as humanly possible. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Carlos was little taken back but hugged her right back.  

 She looked him in the eyes. ‘If only I could kiss him.’ Carlos kissed her on the forehead. “Let's swim some more. The waves will be back soon.” She let go of him. Her mind was on something else. So was Carlos’s. 

 While Carlos was in the gym, she was packing for a picnic. She was working up the courage to ask him out. Or find out if he was in any way interested to see her again. 

 She did her make-up a little fancier than on an average day. Carlos had a hard time choosing an outfit and had to ask some help from a friend. Finally they were both ready. Carlos had been sitting on the couch when she walked in. His heart stopped a beat. ‘oh madre ayúdame!’ “I’m ready to go” Her smile reached her big joyful eyes. Carlos coughed. “Yes! Let’s go.” 

 She saw his car for the first time. She didn’t even know he had one, neither the less a sports car. “I think I have misjudged you.” Carlos started the car. “And why is that?” She looked around the car. “I mean, if you have a sports car then you must know how to drive. The question is how good of a driver you are.” Carlos said nothing but winked. 

 In the main streets he obeyed the speed limit but right after the ‘end of village’ sign he stepped on a gas. “Oh my god! Carlos! Slow down!” She held tight to her seatbelt. “You are going to kill us!” Carlos looked at her. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doi-” She interfered “Eyes on the ROAD, for christ sake!” Carlos’s smile widened. She on the other hand was barely holding it together. ‘Oh god. I’m too young to die. I still have a movie kiss to experience!’  Like this wasn’t enough, Carlos added some more speed. “Carlos I swear to god if you won’t slow down I’ll never share a car ride with you again!” she cried. He laughed but eventually slowed down. “OK-OK. I’ll drive like a grandma.” 

 She was still out of breath and tried to calm her heart by closing her eyes. Carlos would steal looks to see how she’s doing. He got his adrenaline up which helped to make a decision. A decision he would soon fulfill. 

 There was a beautiful field full of wildflowers. “I think this is a perfect place to stop.”

 He parked the car. When turning off the engine he looked  at her. She had her eyes on the field. He would stare at her all the time if it weren’t creepy. 

 Carlos was carrying a picnic basket while she was walking around and occasionally stopping to take pictures. They decided to lay out the picnic just beside a big old tree. Carlos was laying out the planket when he heard a camera click. He looked at her. “What? It would’ve been a shame to not take a picture.” 

 They sat beside each other. Food scattered in front of them. She had taken the wine classes but Carlos filled them with orange juice. “Cheers!” After a little sip, she took out her film camera again. “Why take pictures on a film if we have digital cameras?” asked Carlos. She turned dramatically around and looked him in the eye. “Because! Imagine, you have to think out every detail for the picture to come out. And you won’t know how it came out til you develop it.” Carlos nodded. “Mind if I take a picture of you then?” She handed him the camera. “Sure.” 

 Carlos stood up, stepped a few steps back and pointed the camera to their little picnic with her in the center. “Smile!” he said. Her smile was genuine. When Carlos sat back down she sighed, “if only I could take a picture of us together on a picture.” 

 “So you're telling me you are almost 30?! You don’t seem to be even a day past 24. How is it that you are almost a fossil without looking like it?” “Fossil? I’m not THAT old. Besides, 30 is not the end of human life. It’s just the beginning.” She nodded, “Sure, Fossil.” Carlos attacked her with tickles. “Stop it you muppet! I’m not a fossil!” She had tears in her eyes. “Hahaha, Carlos! Stooop. I can’t take it anymore.” But he shook his head. “Not til you stop calling me that.” She tried to beat it but had to give up. “OK-OK! I won’t call you Fossil again… Dinosaur.” Just as Carlos had stopped, he attacked her again. 

 The sun was much lower than it had been on their arrival. A slight gust of wind had come. Flowers danced while butterflies tried to land on them. “Would you go out with me?”

[ihearthes]

Christmas Thyme Part 2

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (1st person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 3060

READ Part 1 HERE

Leaving the bank where I’ve deposited the day’s earnings, I notice Harry has his hands stuffed in his pockets as he jauntily walks beside me. “Not a fan of the cold?” I ask, and he shakes his head. 

“I’ve gotten better at it.” He huddles in his coat. “There was a time when being cold was the worst thing in the world. I would shiver no matter how many layers I had on.”

“That’s me to my core. I can be cold anytime, anywhere. But you chose to live in London instead of Los Angeles. Why?” Genuinely curious, I watch his face as we walk towards the closest chippy. I said I’d buy him dinner for his help, but I’m still trying to save every penny I can and sink it back into the business. So his usual elegant fare is not on the menu tonight, and he’ll just have to deal with that. Not that he seems the least bit upset or offended by the idea of fish and chips. 

He glances at me. 

“Oh,” I reply to his glance. “I get it. Off limits. Private. Personal.” Waving my hand, I seek to soothe him. “Don’t even worry, Harry. You don’t owe me answers to my inane questions.” 

“Sorry,” he mutters. “It’s not really a big secret or anything –”

“Doesn’t matter. You have the right to choose what you share with strangers.” 

“True.” Hunching his shoulders, he looks away from me. “It was definitely warmer in LA which I enjoyed. And I know a lot of people there – many who are friends – close friends even. But…it just never felt like home, you know? During the pandemic, I was there at first, and it just all felt so…off. Not me, you know?” 

I nod. “Same experience when I moved away from London for work. It just didn’t feel like it fit. Coming home to take care of my dad was a blessing in more ways than one.” Arriving at the chippy, I glance at my watch. “Shit. They close soon.”

“Guess we’ll have to order takeaway.” 

I don’t ask where we’ll eat it. The possibilities make my stomach flip upside down. Yanking on the handle, he holds the door for me as we walk into the blast of heat. The sultry tones of “The Christmas Song” by Greg Spero, and it makes my heart happy. Grinning, my smile widens when Harry takes my hand and twirls me around as though we had been dancing the entire way here. He waltzes me to the counter where the guy looks at us wearily. 

“We’re closing soon.” The attitude borders on surly but doesn’t quite make it. 

“No problem,” Harry replies. “We’ll have two suppers for takeaway. Mushy peas?” He asks me, and I nod eagerly. 

“We’re out of peas.” The sentence is short, and the young man who delivers it sounds bored. 

“Then just the fish and chips, my good man!” Harry’s energy is the exact opposite of our order taker who simply sighs, punches some buttons on the register, and lazily shouts, “Two suppers! Takeaway!” 

As Harry begins to remove his wallet, I playfully nudge him aside, withdrawing money from my back pocket and placing it on the counter. “My treat, remember?”

“I would never forget that.” His response is lighthearted and jolly. “After all, I slaved all day for my pay.” 

“All day?” I scoff. “Try two hours.” 

“Still…” 

“Mhm.” I follow my doubtful tone with a grin, and he grins back. I swear we stand there beaming at each other until the order is ready. It’s both dorky and endearing. Which is about what I imagined meeting this man would include – if, I mean, I’d ever thought about meeting him. 

Swinging the bag with our supper inside, Harry steps onto the pavement outside. “Where to?” 

I bite my lip. “Well, we could go trace our steps back to the shop or…” Hesitating, I finally reveal the second choice. “...my dad’s flat is just around the corner here.” I gesture with my hand, and Harry’s eyes widen before they narrow. 

“If you’re planning to kidnap me, I’ll have you know I’ve left a trail for the police to locate me.” 

“Dammit,” I smile. “Foiled again.” His teasing has put me at ease, and I start leading him to my home. “Usually I would never invite a man home when we’ve just met…” 

“Yeah? What’s different about me?” 

“I think I would have heard if there were a trail of bodies in every town you’ve visited. Not the kind of secret you could keep for long.” 

Chuckling heartily, Harry shifts to the opposite side of the sidewalk when we cross the street. It’s a gentlemanly move, and it’s one I’ve not often had the pleasure of experiencing with the men I’ve dated. Not that they’ve been oafs or criminals or horrible humans. But they haven’t been chivalrous for sure. 

When we arrive, I push open the gate and lead Harry to my garden flat. The front door leads us directly into the reception room. 

“I thought you’d lived here for a couple of years?” Harry asks, surveying the boxes on the floor. 

“Christmas decorations,” I laugh. “I’ve not had a chance to put anything up yet since I’ve been so busy with the store.” Removing the takeaway bag from his hand, I move towards the kitchen. “Let me put this on real plates.” 

“Don’t do that,” Harry interjects. “No need for you to have to tidy up dishes.” 

“Special occasion! I’ve got company.” From the cupboard, I withdraw plates for us. Opening the containers, I snag a chip and take a bite quickly. “Oh wow. They didn’t have mushy peas, but they certainly have mushy chips.” 

“Uh oh.” 

“It’s fine. Give me a minute to heat up the air fryer. I’ll crisp them up in no time.” Opening the fridge, I remove a bottle of white wine. “Perhaps you could open this for us?” Holding out the wine and the corkscrew, I’m relieved when he takes both while I locate wine glasses. Now that he’s here in my space, I feel anxious. While liquid courage might have the side effect of blurring some memories later, it will also assist me in the midst of this bizarre Hallmark Christmas movie I’ve walked into. Or rather that Harry walked into when he entered my store. 

Connecting my phone to the bluetooth speaker, I start a jazz Christmas station playing as the air fryer beeps. Adding the chips to the container, I start it for three minutes. From behind me, I hear the glug of wine being poured from the bottle. 

“My lady.” His voice is husky, and I turn at his words to find Harry holding out a glass of wine to me, filled nearly to the brim. “I think there’s something wrong with your bottle.” Holding up his glass, also completely full, he shows me the empty wine bottle. “It only holds two glasses of wine.” 

I can’t help it. My laughter escapes, and the glass in my hand jiggles with my giggles until I have to take a sip to keep the wine from overflowing onto my hand. My face softening when I look at him, I hold up my glass in his general direction. 

“Thank you for this tonight, Harry. You’ve made me laugh, and that’s not something I’ve done often enough lately.” 

“I think you should laugh every day,” he grins, moving closer to me and clinking his glass with mine. “Thank you for keeping me entertained after my sister ditched me.” 

Warren Wolf’s version of “Oh Christmas Tree” starts, and Harry takes my glass and sets both on the counter before he grasps my hand and puts his other hand on my waist as he twirls me around on the kitchen floor. Throwing my head back, I laugh out loud at the continuous twirling he leads me to do until I’m out of breath and somehow against the counter with Harry plastered close to me. 

We’re both giggling and breathing heavily from the dancing until I look up and catch his eyes on mine. Holy shit. He’s so fucking hot. Those eyes alone make my knickers wet, but when his tongue darts out and his eyes focus on my mouth, I’m lost. This is how it happens in movies, right? And I’m currently sleepwalking through a Hallmark Christmas movie. So when he leans forward and touches our lips together, I go with it. 

The melding of our mouths leads to his hands landing on my waist as he slides up the bottom of my jumper just enough to rub his thumbs on my bare skin. A moan leaves my mouth which also has the advantage of providing access for Harry’s tongue to enter, and I cannot get enough of his flavour. He tastes like candy canes and snowflakes. When he steps closer and slides his leg between my jean-clad thighs, I whimper. There’s no other word for the sound that rips itself from my throat. 

Which is when the timer on the air fryer goes off. 

I see. I’m not in a Hallmark Christmas movie. I’m in a television Christmas comedy. Figures. 

Feeling Harry’s smile against my lips, I am grateful when he doesn’t abruptly separate from me but rather maintains his nearness while gazing into my eyes. A sheepishness comes over him then, and I blink to bring myself back to reality. “I am so sorry. I should have asked for consent. That was…rude.” 

“Really? I was thinking how incredibly pleasant it was.” 

The smirk makes an appearance, and he surveys me, removing his hands from my waist and stepping back so that his leg is no longer propping me up from being a giant pool of jelly on the floor. So I’m surprised when I remain standing, although I’m not surprised that my head follows his for a brief moment before I snap to attention. 

Trying to get us back on track with supper, I politely say, “I think the chips are no longer wilted.” 

“They’re not the only thing no longer wilted,” Harry says, and I glance at him sharply. 

“We could –” 

“Skip supper?” The enthusiasm in his voice dampens my panties further, and although that hadn’t been what I was going to say at all, I simply nod and go along with the suggestion. 

Food? What’s food? I’ve eaten before. I’ll eat again. But right now I have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something insane that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. 

With my head’s singular bob, Harry steps forward again, burying his hands in my hair as he tilts my head back to delve back into the practice we’d been doing previously. Knowing where we’re headed this time, I have no qualms about sliding my hands under his crewneck and towards the waistband of his joggers. 

He removes his mouth from mine long enough to blather on, “Are you – do you have – should we –”

“I’ve not had sex with another human in months. Definitely clean of STDs, and I have condoms. Somewhere.” Shit. Where were those? 

“Per-” Instead of finishing the word, he plants his lips back on my mouth, his tongue mimicking the dance we’ll soon be doing if either of us has any say. And we do.

“Bedroom!” I exclaim as I break the seal between us, having just remembered that the condoms are in my bedside table drawer. Taking control (and his hand), I guide him towards my bedroom – the one my father had insisted I take over when I moved in, relegating the older man to the former guest room. “Pretty sure they’re in –” Without finishing my sentence, I’m sorting through the items in my drawer as I feel Harry behind me, his hands sneaking around my waist to my button and zipper. With no qualms, he undoes both, sliding my jeans down my legs until I can step out of them. 

“Shoes!” I squeak, and Harry chuckles before untying my shoes and gently removing them from my feet. 

“Since I’m already here,” the devil grins, as he makes short work of my knickers too, removing all of my bottom half clothing so that I feel a breeze on my private parts. I have a moment of freakout when I can’t recall the last time I’d done any…um…landscaping there, but the thought disappears when I feel his breath on my thighs. “Mmmmm…I think I’ll start my meal here.” He raises my left leg and places it on the bed, exposing my entirety to his gaze. I grasp the bedside table to maintain my balance. 

Good thing I’m holding onto something solid because the second his tongue touches my labia, my knees weaken. Having no idea how I’ve lost control of the situation, I have no choice but to pant wildly while he makes short work of my clit, my juices already inflamed and flowing. 

“OH MY GOD!” I scream, and I can feel his stupid dimple on my skin as he smiles. How can someone feel the absence of space? No clue, but I swear that’s what I feel. My orgasm starts to build, and I grip the table more tightly as I tumble into the chasm of the mouth that belongs to one popstar named Harry Styles. Nearly collapsing, I am grateful when Harry adjusts my leg so that both are solidly on the ground to hold me up. 

But then he reaches around me, snagging a condom I’d unknowingly managed to unearth in my frantic movements. Behind me, I hear the wrapper being torn, and when I move to stand, Harry places a hand on my back. “Stay there.” 

There’s no sound of a zipper since he’s not wearing trousers, but I hear the latex snap just before I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. Once again, he places his hand on my back. 

“Let me know if it’s too much.” 

Most men who say this must be joking because I’ve often had to wonder if their member was even inside me. But not Harry. Holy fuck. His cock stretches my walls, and I have to tap his thigh once and call for a pause. 

“Too much?” 

“No. Just…let me adjust…” Bending forward some by crossing my arms on the night table and resting my head on my folded arms allows him to slip inside a bit further, and I can feel him all the way deep inside me. 

“Woah,” he breathes, and I agree. “Can I move now?” 

“Slowly at first please. I’m wet, but we might need more lubrication.” From the night table, I withdraw a bottle of lube and hand it around to him. 

“Oh, good plan,” he says, and I hear the bottle opening and the squish of liquid being extracted before he withdraws slightly. This time when he plunges inside me, I gasp at the feel. “Still need me to go slow?” 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn. 

The man sets a pace that would go well with Kiwi or Only Angel. Steady. Fast. Reaching around, he teases my clit, and I groan in pleasure. After a few minutes at this pace in this position, my body starts to respond, and I feel my second orgasm building. 

Which is when Harry pulls completely out. Surprised, I twist to look at him. And laugh. He raises an eyebrow, and I clarify. “We must look a sight with both of us bottomless and our tops still on.” 

He grins, his cock standing up tall with the condom straining against its length and girth. “Strip show?” 

“Shortest strip show in the history of the planet,” I grin as I pull my Christmas jumper with its tree and presents over my head. “Forgot I had this on.” Reaching up, I start to remove the necklace I’m wearing. 

“Leave it,” Harry growls. 

My mouth dry, I give in, removing only my bra. “Your turn,” and when he pulls off the crewneck, I wheeze at the sight of the butterfly and the laurels and the sparrow, never having expected to view them this close. 

“How do you turn these on?” He demands, reaching for the strand of novelty Christmas lights surrounding my neck. 

“Same way you turn me on,” I tease, reaching both hands behind my neck, knowing exactly how the pose pushes my breasts forward. As the lights start blinking, Harry’s eyes light up and he captures my nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling in ways I’ve never felt before as he tweaks my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

I think I’m going to pass out. 

Just when I get used to the feeling, he swaps breasts, humming in between. “The lights make it even more fun,” he devilishly snarls before latching onto my other breast. 

When I’m close to losing my mind, I drop to my knees, planting my lips around the condom and applying suction. 

“HOLY –” Harry shrieks. He’s too big for me to deep throat completely, so I add a hand to his length, using circular motions with both my tongue and my fingertips, but in opposite directions. I’m quite pleased with myself until he taps me on the head. 

“I really would prefer to be inside you” is his polite comment, and who am I to deny this famous celebrity whatever he wants?

The bed covers get firmly wrinkled as we squirm together on the bed, his cock plunging into me from as many angles as we can think of, and the edging is starting to wear on me. 

“I can’t…Harry…I need…” 

“I got you.” And he does. With my legs in the air on his shoulders, his large gorgeous hands on my breasts, and his cock deeply embedded in me, he drives me to orgasm, and I cry out his name over and over again, forgetting everything but this moment. 

And then I get the pleasure of watching as his eyes roll back in his head, his chin turns towards the ceiling, and his entire body spasms as he spills into the condom. 

Merry Christmas to me!

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a one shot, but I think there’s one more part of the story to tell if you’re interested. Let me know if you’ll read it, and I’ll write part 3. 

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First season wrap up:

Okay, to start, i should mention my general opinion on first seasons for shows, especially cable shows, is not to read too much of it as canon. The writers, producers, actors- everyone- are all trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t, so i give them latitude, particularly when it conflicts with later seasons. That being said, i do enjoy jumping through the hoops to make it all fit haha

So heres a few leftover notes i had as i revisited the eps to rank them:

I bet part of Lassie was craving the father figure in Henry, since we find out later his own father passed away when he was quite young. I wonder if thats part of the reason why he became a cop, as they are portrayed as the protectors and in the 80’s they were mainly men (i don’t really remember if he states his reason later, i suspect he did and im just not remembering). So when Henry didn’t meet up to the expectation he had in his mind, i bet it hurt a little more as it reminded him of what he lost :/

I think the other reason Shawn plays dumb so much, besides hiding his genius so ppl believe hes psychic, or for laughs, is because its how he gets people talking. Like in Shawn vs. the red phantom, he purposely guessed the wrong room number so the boys would correct him. My apologies if someones pointed this out before, i haven’t combed through the internet for everyone’s theories 😬 i only now noticed. I’m not the quickest at picking these things up lol

If i had to guess, Shawn didn’t want to be a cop for halloween, he probably wanted to be something star wars related to go with Gus’s Lando. So i wonder at what age Shawn stopped trying to please his dad. But also, why didn’t his mother ever stand up for him?? I’ll come back to her later -_-

I somehow missed it the first time, but shawn clearly asked Gus to come to the dinner and Gus even points out that it was a big deal for henry to reach out. Soo, yeah, shawn obviously didn’t wanna be alone with his dad, and even henry seemed nervous about it as hes pretty drunk.

Shawn has a right to be afraid of pointy things, his dad hid his easter eggs under glass when he was 6! Not to mention he later gets stabbed 3 times! (Also its just a legitimate fear???)

So far the list of Shawns knowledge (things i wouldn’t expect an average person to know) includes (beyond the obvious observational skills, deductive reasoning, reading people (poker), and all things police (marksmanship, police codes, etc.)):

Incredible spatial and physical reasoning skills (knowing how much money could fit in the duffle bag, knowing to rotate the water pitcher to catch the reflection from the tv)

Kurt Vonnegut (well, I didn’t know who he was at least)

How to spell aggiornamento (and probably all words because of his photographic memory)

Handwriting expert

Casually spoke and understood german

Has every road he’s driven mapped in his brain, and likely all of Santa Barbara

Familiar with paint (enough to know to mix latex enamel for no messy drips)

Animal tracks (i went back and forth on this but ultimately decided he must have known what to look for)

And heres a list of Gus’s niche interests:

Forensics

Spelling bee

Safe cracking

Historic rifles

Comic books

Astronomy (even though he was going to the planetarium for the girl)

Law

Local tennis

Online poker

Lastly, Ive decided instead of ranking them, im putting them in tiers. I feel like too many of them are hitting at the same level and I can’t differentiate:

Sweetest, Juiciest Golden Pineapple Tier

Scary Sherry, Biancas toast (ohmygod i just got the biancas toast 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Blue Psych Logo Tier

Weekend warriors

Forget me not

From the earth to starbucks

Poker? I hardly know her! (Sorry @pineapple-psychic!)

Pepto Bismo Pink Tier

Spelling bee

Pilot

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me oops hes dead

Who ya gonna call?

Shawn vs the red phantom

Oops Canadian Flag Tier

Cloudy with a chance of murder

9 lives

Game set muuurder

Speak now or forever hold your piece

Woman seeking dead husband, smokers okay, no pets

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The Ruthless Prince (Part 15) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Warnings:  NOT PROOFREAD forgive me, longer than usual, a bit of fluff I guess?, medieval Karen alert

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

You were distinctly aware that Scaramouche had sat next to you on the carriage enroute to the annual celebration. Before then, he’d always sat across you instead. Why were you paying attention to such details anyway? You’d been telling yourself not to overthink things, but it seems as if your mind just loved to wander,  especially after that small moment yesterday night. 

Try as you might to pretend that last night was nothing, probably just him being moody again, something inside you stirred in a way that had you curious, bordering on wondering if Scaramouche was actually starting to warm up to you…or maybe, possibly, even something more. 

You shook your head vigorously at the thought.

“What’re you doing?” Of course he had to notice and of course he had to give you a weirded out look. 

Your eyes darted towards and away from him all at once. “Uh…Nothing,” and then it was silent in the carriage again, up until the two of you arrived at the venue. 

It was a special one, unlike any other that you’ve been to before it actually looked simpler, yet it was still quite large with intricate ceilings and chandeliers, exotic looking windows and long elegant tables of food and drinks. 

Your arrival had to be announced. It was Scaramouche’s day and his presence was of the utmost importance. For some reason that didn’t bother you too much, though a lot of the attention would be on you for the night. Unlike usual gatherings, much of the guests were younger people. Possibly around your and Scaramouche’s age rather than the older nobles and aristocrats. 

Perhaps it was for that reason that you felt like there were a lot more stares on you than usual. 

“The opening dance will start in a few,” Scaramouche warned you, your arm hooked around his, a standard stance when the two of you enter a venue. 

A somewhat familiar face stops in front of the two of you. You reach back into your mind to look for her name. Ah. Right. Amaya. The young noble who saw you as nothing but dirt under her feet. 

“How can a nobody like you become the princess? We’ve all come from royal and pure blood, and then you, tainted and filthy like where you came from–there’s no way the prince would ever love you!”

You’ve seen her a few more times after that, in the same ladies tea party, but she didn’t speak up as much, seeing as the other nobles started warming up to you, regardless of your background. Amaya, however, you could see in the way she stood in front of the two of you that she was out for trouble.

“Prince Scaramouche,” she curtsied towards him, and completely disregards your presence next to him. Scaramouche’s eyebrows raise up, also noticing the lack of greeting towards you. Amaya wouldn’t even glance at you.

“Happy birthday, I’ve brought an extremely valuable artifact as a birthday present. I’m sure it’ll be to your liking,” Amaya was rather graceful. They all were. She motions her hand towards her left for a server to come forward. A perfect looking square shaped gift wrapped in golden paper was atop the tray he was holding, red ribbon encircling it. 

“If I may be so bold as to suggest something…I don’t believe she’s fit to do the opening dance with you…I heard that she hasn’t had the proper noble upbringing. I’m sure it’s stressful for her too,” Amaya threw you a fake smile as your eyes widened a little. She was really doing this in front of you, JUST as the two of you walk in. The night had barely even started and it was starting out with this, insinuating that you were nothing but commoner trash, and she wasn’t even done talking yet. “If you’d like, I’m confident that I’ll be able to do the dance flawlessly,”

Even the server holding the gift looked uncomfortable with her words. There was no world in which it was appropriate to suggest to the prince that he should do the opening dance with someone else who WASN’T his wife. The beginning was already looking grim for you.

There was a moment of silence, and you were at a loss for what to say, not knowing how far you could go with your words. However, a short snort of laughter cut through the tension, your eyes darted sideways, realizing that it was Scaramouche. There was a wide grin plastered on his face and he was looking at Amaya as if SHE was the trash beneath his feet. His momentary snickering gradually turned into chuckles, and his chuckles bellowed into obnoxious laughter, his head tipped back like a villain.

Your eyes were wide while Amaya was making her declaration, but they were full blown saucers now, watching Scaramouche laugh like a maniac and everyone in close vicinity was looking at him, astounded as well. “S-Scaramouche?” You started, wondering if he had finally gone crazy.

His laughing abruptly stopped and he leveled his gaze towards Amaya. His glare was unlike anything you’ve seen before. Sure, he always had one on his face, but this one was vicious, like you could be poisoned with just one look. And then, with humor in his voice, he asked Amaya “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Amaya was frozen in a second, and you couldn’t help but tug at Scaramouche’s arm with your own, like a mother who was embarrassed. You whispered at him, “Scara, just leave it,” you tugged again, but he didn’t budge. “You’re a great example of why I didn’t marry a noble, conceited witch,” 

“Scaramouche!” You hissed, aware of the eyes that were already turned towards your small group. Amaya was looking paler by the minute but Scaramouche was looking more entertained by the second. 

“Listen carefully, either you apologize or you’re going to leave and count on it that your family will be wiped out of noble existence,” Scaramouche gave his final command and Amaya immediately blurted out, looking straight at Scaramouche “I-I’m sorry! I apologize,” almost as if she didn’t know what was happening. 

But Scaramouche sneered, tipped his head sideways towards you and exclaimed, “to her,”

Amaya was horrified, but she still turned towards you, finally meeting your eyes and curtsied. “I-I-I” she seemed to be having some trouble.

“Now!” Scaracmouche was ruthless in his demands, and Amaya finally breaks.

“I apologize, princess!” you could hear the tremble in her voice. Shamed and embarrassed, she turned around and fled to the restrooms, you could almost see her watery eyes in your mind’s eye. The server was left standing there with the gift and Scaramouche clicked his tongue. “Throw that out, I want nothing from that family,” and finally tugged at you to retreat over to one of the tables with drinks. 

Scaramouche unwound his arm from yours and took one of the champagne glasses flawlessly, taking a sip from it as if nothing had happened and you were left staring at him, jaw slack and open. “Scaramouche, you can’t just–” you blinked, and looked around to see if anyone was staring at the two of you, then your eyes darted between crowds to see if you could catch a glimpse of Amaya again. Strange enough, part of you felt bad, despite the fact that Amaya was the one who struck first.

“Quit looking so worried, I’m the crown prince,” Scaramouche watches as your eyebrows scrunch up in worry. He doesn’t understand what’s got you so riled up or anxious. “Don’t waste your time over that hag.” and he meant it. You knew because his hand flew over to your chin and forced your gaze away from the crowd and towards him. “Stop. Forget about it,” 

Easy for him to say. He must be so used at making people feel like crap. You opened your mouth to say something, but he spoke sooner than you did. “If she isn’t showing respect then she doesn’t deserve it either,” then he dropped his hand away from your chin, but your gaze stayed on Scaramouche. Your shoulders relaxed. He had a point, but it was really strange coming from Scaramouche’s mouth. 

It’s as if when it came to other people he knew what the rules were, but for himself…it’s like etiquette didn’t matter. He could be rude and snappy all day long and yet he wouldn’t expect anyone to talk back to him.

You took in a long breath while closing your eyes and sighed it out just as slow. You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer before opening them with a half defeated and half accepting grin. “Alright, fine…I’ll just…wipe everything over, pretend it didn’t happen and get on with this party,” then you set your hand out to him. “Opening dance?” Suddenly you had the determination to show others that you DID know how to do the opening dance properly. Amaya be damned.

Despite being in close proximity of each other during the actual opening dance, it didn’t have the same intimacy as it did the night before. Perhaps because there were people looking at the two of you, scrutinizing the dance and probably whispering about how the two of you had no chemistry at all, or something. Nevertheless it ended without a hitch, and unlike the night before, you and Scaramouche came apart as soon as the dance finished, but your hands stayed together as you walked off the dance floor and onto another table with food.

He glanced sideways at you. “You were a little stiff,” he commented and you swerved your head towards him with a glare. 

“I was nervous, what do you expect?” It didn’t really feel great to be told that when you were so determined to show others that you had “perfected” the dance. 

“...It wasn’t a poor performance…but being stiff just makes you…heavier,” Scaramouche continued to talk as if he didn’t know he was digging his own grave.

“Oh now you’re calling me heavy! That doesn’t even make sense–I’m the same weight all throughout the dance!” you hissed at him and he turns to look at you with a blank look on his face as the two of you walk, though it looks as if he’s about to say something mischievous.

“...Then maybe you’re just naturally heav–”

“Prince Scaramouche! Princess Y/N!” You fumed at him, though he didn’t finish his sentence, he has a grin on his face. The two of you turn to see Kokomi curtsying towards the two of you. Your mood instantly brightens up. 

“Kokomi!” You can’t help but break away from Scaramouche’s hold on your hand and greeted Kokomi with a hug. She seemed like such a good break from a terrible start of the evening. Kokomi receives it and greets Scaramouche as well. 

“Happy birthday, prince,” she nodded and Scaramouche only let out a hum. “It seems like the two of you are getting along better these days,” Kokomi comments as you slide away from her hug and back to Scaramouche’s side.

“Nonsense.” Scaramouche pipes up right at the same time as you say “Hardly.” with a roll of your eyes. But Kokomi giggles, hiding her laugh behind her hand and moves on to a different topic. She fetches a black box from her sleeve, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand and hands it over to Scaramouche. “It’s done, milord. There should be no issues whatsoever with it,” She sounded so proud, but you had no idea what was in the box, and Scaramouche looked as if he didn’t have an idea too.

So, the first thing he did was receive it, and opened the top. There were two rings resting inside the velvet of the box. One was clearly for a female. A simple, silver band ring with a pearl embedded into the middle. The other was a larger and thicker ring. It was silver as well, but it had a mysterious sheen to it, like it wasn’t completely made of silver. 

Then it hit Scaramouche, a quiet “Oh,” escaping his lips. He closed it back and pocketed the box of rings. Kokomi looked far too pleased with herself. You only blinked, confused. “Is that… a gift?” you asked the two of them. 

Scaramouche doesn’t answer but Kokomi gives you an explanation. “For generations, our clan has been tasked to make pearl rings for the future king and queen. These rings are exchanged during the first birthday in which the prince has been wedded. They’re quite special, you see. The Sango pearls we use are one of a kind, magical properties are infused into the material and…well, you’ll experience it yourself later,” 

“Oh,” you let out just like Scaramouche did earlier. “I didn’t know about that,” your gaze moves to Scaramouche, and he feels it on him, questioning him as to why he didn’t say anything about it earlier. 

“...I forgot,” he simply said, and you buy it but you deflate, wondering if he really was fit for the role of king. He just…didn’t know how to communicate with anyone. 

“Why was it not exchanged during the wedding instead?” You ask Kokomi curiously, who is oh-so happy to answer your questions. 

“Back then the rings were originally simple gifts from the Sangonomiya clan to the crown prince on his birthday. I suppose that tradition just stuck despite some changes on the rings itself. So, in a way, you could say that it’s simply a birthday gift,” She brought her hands together with a pleasant smile. 

Come to think of it, the wedding rings that the two of you exchanged during the wedding were…fake. Just for show. You exchanged them during the ceremony but they were taken off as soon as the whole thing was over and you didn’t see them again. Perhaps these were like replacements, or maybe the real ones. 

“Perhaps the prince can explain more about the rings if time allows. Now then, I’ll have to catch up with you later, princess,” Kokomi curtsied again, and smoothly leaves the conversation. Without her there it’s as if the two of you are back to your gruff demeanors. 

You cross your arms on your chest and say “Well?” to fish out an explanation from Scaramouche. He lolls his head lazily towards you. “You’ll see later, they’ll make a big show of us exchanging the rings, after we cut my birthday cake.”

Oh great. You thought to yourself. The whole thing was quite literally a show. Scaramouche’s birthday show for all the young nobles to see. It was rather horrifying and just as you thought you didn’t mind the attention, it really did seem like all of it would be on you for the rest of the night. 

Surprisingly, you and Scaramouche seemed to share the same thought. He didn’t like these theatrics either, and so the two of you silently agreed to just hang out on one table together, discreetly eating some food unless a noble disturbed the two of you and engaged in conversation. However, these ones were not that adept at making long conversations. The young ones would say something about the weather, ask how the two of you were and would have nothing else to talk about and leave almost instantly. 

It was like a blessing in disguise. 

When Scaramouche’s birthday cake was rolled out, you had to tip your head up to see the entirety of it. It was a royal lavender colour, and you didn’t bother to count how many tiers there were, it looked as if one poke would tip it over.

The announcer was talking. Something about celebrating Scaramouche’s birthday and it being a joyous occasion. You tuned it all out cause all you were focused on was not making a fool of yourself while the others watched on and clapped in awe at how grand the cake was. 

Scaramouche was passed a knife and he took it. Then, with the knife still gripped in his hand he seemed to offer it to you. “We’re supposed to cut it together,” You blink at him but follow suit, lest you would just stand there like a fool. You placed your hand atop his which was holding the cutting knife and just followed as his hand hovered above the cake. There was a countdown, and both of your hands pushed down through a piece, making a clean cut and perfect slice.

That piece of cake was set aside on a plate, possibly for the two of you to enjoy later. The theatrics didn’t stop there. It was the ring exchange now, and Scaramouche still looked as bored as ever as he fished it out of his pocket. 

“May our hearts always be connected,” Your head jerks up as you hear Scaramouche utter the words. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s picking up your left hand, ring ready on his other. You can’t stop the goosebumps that rise behind your neck, making you shiver. The words seemed out of place in his mouth, with his expression so blank it’s hard to think that he’s sincere, but then his eyes hold yours, there seems to be a slight squeeze on your hand as he slips the ring around your ring finger. “...no matter the distance, you’ll always be protected,” 

He finished just as the ring rests snugly on your finger, and he takes a moment to admire it on your hand, still splayed atop his. 

The sentences he said were your short wedding vows, and though it’s your second time hearing it, there’s something different about it this time around. “I–” You start, when you realize that it’s supposed to be your turn. You remember yours clear as day, because the two of you had practiced it back then, endlessly. 

His eyes follow your every move, from the way you picked up his ring, to the way there was a slight tremble in your hand when you picked up his. “I vow to always be by your side…” Your hands are a little cold, he notes…and yet…why does he feel nothing but warmth, watching your lips move to recite the vows? “...To be your shelter, your strength…and your bride,”

As you place the ring in the correct place on his finger, the two of you move your head at the same time, meeting each other’s gazes. Your lips are slightly apart in wonder. 

When did it become easier to say those words?

“Y/N,” Scaramouche rarely says your name, but when he does it sounds like a delicacy. Something that you only enjoy once in a while. You realize he calls your name to warn you, your heart suddenly leaps out of your chest and starts galloping like a frenzied horse.

You’re supposed to kiss. Why did no one tell you about this?

Scaramouche’s hand easily rests on the side of your face. You don’t think you’re ready for this. You’re slightly panicking and you only hope it isn’t evident as he starts to dip closer–

BANG!

You startle and jump, instinctively clutching at Scaramouche’s coat when the ballroom starts to register that someone had come in rather forcefully. There are sudden whispers all around you and it seemed as if the atmosphere had changed drastically. Scaramouche still has his hand on your cheek when he turns to face the intruder striding towards the two of you. 

Prince Tartaglia approaches. 

In full armor and battle gear, knights following behind him.

You aren’t aware that the pearl on your ring suddenly glows a fiery red.

Scaramouche has time to glance at his, the pearl sheen on his ring turns dark, almost black under the light. Then, as if reading your emotions clearly, he states “Being afraid does nothing,” he drops the hand that was on your cheek, and subtly places himself in front of you as Tartaglia nears. “Besides, I’ll make quick work of this uninvited bastard,” 

Scaramouche grins, and it’s as if an unspoken war had just started. 

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1. how to not embarrass yourself

SYNOPSIS a romcom office series; in which you're a huge romantic at heart but the shitty men you attract leaves you with countless failed relationships. then, you meet choi soobin. in an elevator. he isn't interested in you, he finds you annoying, and he clearly has zero respect for you, so why the hell are you so bent on making him like you?

WARNINGS none + NOT a smau, tag used for more reach

AUTHOR NOTE ill go according to schedule next time, bare with me for the first few chapters T-T anyways, after reading im always always open to feedback or just comments in general, i want to start this series by saying that i want this to be as interactive as possible with readers. that said, you have a suggestion, i might make it happen :)

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The first day you met the blonde, it was, to put it lightly, your worst encounter with a human being. Ever. No, like...the worst. You lost your dignity that one day in March, the transition to spring.

“Hey! Hey hey hey!”, you had put your hand in the middle of the closing elevator doors, that the person inside wasn’t bothered to try and stop. “Why didn’t you...”, you bit your lip.

Nope. Not today. You kept it to yourself, maybe he didn’t see you. Running. And yelling. Yeah, he probably didn’t see you. 

You walked inside the elevator, awkwardly. 

Your hands were clammy, you don't know why. What do people do in an elevator? Were you supposed to do something? Take a little peek at the guy? It wouldn't hurt...you've heard your few shares of elevator love stories.

You looked away when you noticed his blonde hair, cursing in your head. Guess you weren't destined to get the elevator relationship.

You’ve been holding onto the theory that the blonde in men’s hair seeps into their brains and turns it rotten. Filthy, smoosh rotten brain. Naturally blonde men were actually born, and medically are evil. Despite people questioning the validity of it all...come on, you've heard "its just your bad limited experiences with blondes" a bajillion times now, its true.

Well, you haven't personally tested it out.. but there's several blonde dictators! And more than once, the dirtbag your friends would cry about was none other than a dirty ol' blonde man. There's no redemption.

But then you furrow your eyebrows---naturally blonde men. Naturally blonde men are the evil ones. You take a second glance, and notice his roots. 

Oh, they were awful.

But that only meant one thing. He wasn’t born evil. And he was cute! And young, young's important.

“Hey, what floor are you going to?” you asked with a little smile tugging at your lips, a little too smug for seven in the morning, looking straight at the closed elevator in front of you. You’re a self proclaimed romantic, when you try, you could even get some random billionaire on his knees.

But oddly, it was quiet. All your ears could pick up was white noise... Had you finally gone deaf? You could've snapped your hands to test that thought, but you hadn't.

Looking back, everything went wrong because it was seven. Even further back, maybe your parents should've forced you into being an early bird when you were a teen. Maybe then, this day wouldn't have existed in your timeline or some bullshit.

You cleared your throat, looking to your side. And the fake blonde was as collected, and silent as he was for the past thirty seconds that you’ve known him.

The elevator was incredibly slow due to it being a hundred years old but thankfully that time, it was seen as a blessing for your situation.

You tried again because hey, what harm could it cause? “So... what floor are you going to?”

One thing you learned that day, of march, in the transition to spring, was that you weren’t fucking deaf. And if it ended at that little embarrassing incident, maybe you could stand the little blonde bitch a tiny bit more.

And he didn’t look like he was going to reciprocate your small talk any time soon too. But so what? It also quite frankly, didn’t look like you’ve had any romantic suitors for the past ten months either. And you’d promise anyone that those were the most boring... dryest... lowest point of your life.

No romance? You can’t go another month like this or you’ll end up in the trajectory of a lonely cat mother who actually enjoys the taste of black coffee and not drank it for the purpose of getting approval from hot coffee snobs.

So, you took it upon yourself to try and save this in the ten seconds you had left before you’d leave to work at your job and continue to sell your youth.

“Ah, so I guess we’re going to the same floor huh?” you said taking note of the bright yellow 16.

“I like your blonde... suits you.”

“You have the face of like..an adorable rabbit, but like a very big and tall rabbit. It’s a charming thing by the way”

You kept on going, one second every sentence, something should get him. 

“You know you could be a model." you exhaled. "Hey, are you wearing airpods?” Admittedly, as much as you pride yourself to having the patience of a monk you were...you were getting impatient and every word you said was punching your self esteem to the floor. It wasn't great.

You were beginning to think he was either the one who was actually deaf or was listening to music. Both would make perfect sense so you did the most perfectly sensible thing to do and ...pushed his hair to the side to see if he had something in.

“What the hell?”

Was the first sentence fake blonde had spoken to you.

And was also the first time had acknowledged you, looking at you straight at your face. Fortunately, the elevator had reached your floor and opened. 

You were frozen, frozen like glued to the floor there while the blonde furrowed his eyebrows giving you his first but not last, judging side eye as he walked out the elevator. Leaving you there. Staring at the space he was occupying. 

All you could think about were his ears. His ears were perfectly free of any wired and wireless earphones. So he wasn’t listening to music.

You snapped out of it and remembered your job, spam clicking the 16th button on the elevator. “Fuck”, you gasped. 

“What if he was actually deaf?”, you said to yourself pondering, biting your lip. 

When the elevator dinged, you hurriedly ran out. You had to get to your job, you couldn’t risk being late a fifth time in a row.

Kim & Associates was an easy find. Glass doors however showed you something. The blonde. You pushed open the door, hesitantly walking in. 

“You remind me of myself. Handsome, young, and eager. Ah, it makes me reminiscent-- Oh, your mentor's here!” the old man pointed at you, fake blonde looking your way too.

You walk fast to get closer to them, confused. You don't show it though, you're a professional.

"He's...he's the..." you tried to keep on a smile. Your boss was just nodding, completely clueless. Yes, you were an outstanding employee but you can't mentor someone who has a difficulty you've never had to deal with...

Fake blonde. You looked to your side to see him...you felt bad, how hard is it to be deaf and work in an office that prioritizes salesman...ship...

Your eyes widened. Then narrowed. How deaf was this guy really?

"Hi." you turned to the blonde, extending a hand. He shook it, looking right into your eyes. "Hi...um" he looked at your chest quickly, "Y/N. I look forward to working with you."

"Wonderful wonderful. Y/N, this is Choi Soobin." the manager gestured to the blonde, and you nod. He looked like his name.

It was quiet, again.

"So...now you've met. Fun! I'll steal you for a bit Soobin to give you your name badge, after that, you can head to Y/N and she'll start you up with all the ...business."

When your manager took Soobin away, you've by long figured out that the likelihood of him being deaf...was very low. Which flared your cheeks into a very embarrassingly bright red.

And when Soobin ended up finding you after an hour, you still took your chances.

"Are you deaf?" you blurted out, avoiding eye contact. Maybe this was the only time you would ever pray for a person to actually turn out to be deaf, maybe this wasn't your brightest moment...but it had to done, or you would go to bed every night saying 'what if i asked the god that i don't believe in'.

And there it was, the minute of silence that always has to go by with this guy.

"What?" he finally asked.

"God, forget it. You're clearly not." you painfully laughed; you turned your head to look at him in the eye again. And you wished you hadn't. It's the same exact look you give Sunghoon every time he spills water on his computer, the fucking hooligan, at the office.

"I need to..." You pointed being your back, nodding. "To go shit. Yeah, bye. Have fun."

The first day was bad, alright. So what? You were always one to to get back on your feet, no matter how tough it was. That's exactly what you did the second day. You called it, 'Trial number 2 of day 1.'

Everyone deserves second chances.

You got on the elevator, and there he was. Tall and...cute as ever if you cared to add.

"Hey, my little mentee guy." you said playfully punching his shoulder, chuckling.

"Hi."

Awkward.

"Soobin, right?"

"Mhm."

He wasn't deaf, he just isn't a communicator, check.

The elevator wasn't the best, but who kills it in a cramped up claustrophobic inducing space? Not even the best of the best can do it.

So, your most obvious plan was to get him to warm up to you through your fun mentoring!

"You aren't Soobin's mentor anymore, Sakura is assigned to him."

"What the fuck?" you yelled, and the manager slightly jumped up from his chair, "Why? I thought--I thought that wasn't allowed?" you were frantic, blonde asshole asked to switch to another mentor? And his request was bad enough that it was accepted?

"Language language." the manager shushes, sitting back down. He exhaled. "He said...well, he said that you were making him uncomfortable...and ...and I take the word 'uncomfortable' seriously. You know how HR takes these complaints if it gets out of hand... I could get fired, demoted, then--"

"That little blonde bitch." you whispered under your breath, scoffing.

When you stomped out of the manager's office, you headed to Chaeryeong at the receptionist desk to declare war...basically.

"You look pissed...did you get fired?" she said taking a bite of the almond cookie from the jar on the desk.

"What--No? How can you say that so casually, you know I'm the best here. Also, are you seriously eating those?"

She shrugged. "They're starting to taste edible."

You raised a brow, extremely worried...until you remembered your lack of lunch breaks, then it made sense.

"Well, that's besides the point. Chae, you see that blonde guy over there with Sakura?" She nodded, "The new guy?"

"Yeah. He's going to fall in love with me by the end of the month. I'll make sure of it." you said as a matter of fact.

Chaeryeong raised a brow in shock.

"Okay, okay, I get it.", you rolled your eyes and she reached in the cookie jar to get another one thinking you would stop being ridiculous.

"By the end of next month."

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Dangerous

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic… read hook, line, and sinker before this part

warnings: mentions of an injury, small very minor angst, small mention of food

*At the pizza place*

“I know I already said that you’re a natural when it comes to modeling, but I just can’t get over how seamless you are when it comes to all the different poses. You must be really flexible,” mat comments.

“It’s funny you say that. I actually used to do ballet. I started at a really young age- maybe 3 and it was the love of my life at the time, of course. I actually got injured at 15 and I was never able to get back to normal,” you say solemnly.

“So you went into modeling? That explains why you weren’t a child model or something like that.”

You nod your head in agreement, “yeah. It’s crazy because everyone in my family, even friends, would always say that I belonged in the modeling industry. I guess that was true. I wouldn’t change things. I love modeling. It’s probably the best thing to happen to me,” you finish your small story.

“I’m sorry about your injury, but I’m glad you’re in your rightful place,” mats speaks.

“It’s ok. It’s weird, though. You’re the first person who noticed my flexibility. No one I have ever met or worked with has ever noticed.”

“I’m glad I noticed because if I hadn’t, I would never know that little story about yourself,” mat is so sincere with his words, it makes your heart melt. Also making you grow a new appreciation for this handsome man that just came out of nowhere.

“What about you? You’re probably flexible too,” you guess.

“Not really,” he chuckles.

“I don’t think I can do a split or an even a high kick,” he continues.

“I don’t think that’s true. The way hockey players move during the game means you definitely have to have some kind of flexibility even if it’s a little,” you add in.

“You watch hockey?”

And you were caught.

It’s not like you didn’t want it to be a secret that you watch hockey, you just didn’t want mat to think that you were lying about knowing who he was when you met him for the first time.

You truly didn’t know anything about him, but you knew that he looked familiar. When he told you that he played hockey, the puzzle pieces weren’t hard to put together- especially because you had just been at an islanders game the past week.

“Occasionally. I’m more of a baseball person, but i watch hockey every now and then, live or on tv,” you inform him.

“Another interesting fact about you. What team do you root for?”

“If this is your way of asking if I’m a rangers fan, you’re not slick,” you tease with a wicked smirk.

“Well, I’m not a rangers fan. I actually quite enjoy the islanders,” you finish.

“Hmm… I like that answer.”

“Ok, hotshot. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

You both laugh at the same time before trying to calm down and breathe in some air.

It was crazy how easily you could laugh with him.

There’s a pause in conversation as you both take drinks from your cups and bites from your pizzas.

It’s a comfortable stillness, you’re taking in the nice evening you’re having with mat and secretly hoping you can do it more in the future.

“I actually have to tell you something,” you say slowly, trying not to worry him, but also being worried yourself.

He nods his head for you to continue.

“When you had told me that you played hockey, I kind of figured out who you were. When I met you, you were so familiar to me and the hockey thing made everything click. I did know you. Well, of you. I recognized you from the game. I hope that doesn’t freak you out or anything,” you blurt.

“It doesn’t freak me out nor does it bother me. As long as you don’t look me up or anything crazy,” mat responds.

Huh. Why didn’t he want you to look him up?

“Yeah , of course!”

“I am so full. Did you want to get desert?” Mat asks.

“I will have to take a pass on desert. I’ll probably just eat some fruit at home,” you answer.

“Sounds good! Well as much as I enjoyed shadowing you for the day, and trying your recommendation for pizza, I have an early morning tomorrow so I should get home.”

“Oh yeah! I don’t want to keep you too long or ruin your schedule,” you tell him.

“Do you live far from here?”

“Not really just a couple of minutes from here actually.”

“Mind if I walk you home?”

You heart melts just a little bit. He is so sweet, you think to yourself.

“As long as you don’t leak my address,” you tease.

“No promises,” he teases back.

As you’re walking back home, it’s silent but it’s only because you’re thinking about how good this day has been and how you hope it was just as good for mat.

“I guess your job isn’t exactly private either,” you speak your one nagging thought out loud.

“Not really. Which is why I wasn’t necessarily surprised when you said you had recognized me. Although, I’m sure my life is a bit more private than yours,” you’re now wondering if he thinks you had lied about knowing him when you first met. You hope that isn’t the case.

“Kind of. Especially when I’m pictured out with other famous people. I did a shoot last year with Bella Hadid and that sort of skyrocketed my career in the right direction, so now I’m always having the paps follow me, but only when they think I’m doing something secretive or interesting,” you explain.

“That’s crazy. I’m only recognized on the streets every once in a while.”

“You’re still recognized, though.”

“True. It’s honestly weird to be known,” mat said.

You nod your head in silent solidarity.

The conversation fades after mat’s last sentence, but the silence is comforting. It allows you to soak in mat’s charming and intense presence. You almost don’t realize that you had just made it to your home.

“Looks like this is me,” you interrupt the silence.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to leave you just yet,” mat responds.

“Dito. Today was really nice.”

You both are facing each other, not daring to break the strong eye contact. He brings his finger to drag it along the length of your forearm before stopping at your wrist. Your heart is pounding. You’re afraid it might jump out of your body in attempt to land in his large, warm hands.

“I enjoyed today. Best day I’ve had in a while. This may be a bit forward, but will you go out on a date with me, y/n?” Mat pulls you a tad bit closer to him.

“Hmm… you’d be pretty lucky to get to spend another day with me.” You lightly poke at his chest.

He laughs and walks backwards down the steps of your building. He has the cockiest expression adorning his face and glint in his eyes.

“I’ll see you next tuesday at 6:30,” mat exclaims.

“You’re pretty confident, hotshot,” you fire back, a bit of shock and amusement displayed on your face.

“Got to match confidence with even more confidence,” he says referencing your undying confidence.

“HA! I’ll see you at 6:30. Don’t be late, barzy!”

“You’re a dangerous one, y/n,” mat finishes with one last smile as he watches you go inside, patting himself on the back for successfully getting a date with you.

a/n: it’s been a little bit since i posted the last piece but hope you enjoy this part!!

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He is the son of the king, the king of hell. With beautiful red locks, as the flames of the place he was found. Every time he walks, people faint… But he feels lonely, oh so lonely...

He watches her from afar, he rounds around her body during her sleep, he has fallen in love with a human… But humans and demons can’t fall in love, can they?

No horns, no tail, as a human he presents to you; “Hi, I’m Shanks… I just moved into the big city; do you perhaps could have a job for me?”

You examine the man in front of you, he is young, but not a teenager. Red hair, a subtle scar over his left eye. Handsome features, aura that makes you weak and shy. “I guess you can help me with the store, I can’t promise to pay you a lot… but while you get a better job this might help you” you offer him, not sure why you offered him the job so straightforwardly. He nods, flashing a smile that makes you feel something inside your tummy. Such a man that seems the incarnation of sin…

“You can start now if you wish” you tell him, offering him your apron. “You could help me with those cans, please, put them over that self” you command, pointing at one of the aisles of your little convenience store. He happily ties tightly the apron around his waist, showing you his body is way muscled than you thought it was under his white shirt.

You blink a few times and smile subtly at him. Shanks vibes is quite intriguing, but mainly confusing… how can a man look so harmless but so harmful at the same time?

The filtering sunset rays that tint your store in orange tones, announce the day is coming to an end. A little red lock falls over his countenance, he wipes the sweat off his forehead. The new employee has been working hard since he entered the store, and it wouldn’t be a shame if you didn’t offer him something to drink.

“Uh… Shanks? Would you like to have something to drink? You can pick anything you’d like from the fridges” you tell him, pointing at the can area. He looks at you with a smile that makes you shiver, and grateful for your attention he picks a can of beer.

“Is it ok if I drink some beer?” he asks, before opening the can. “Sure, we are about to close so don’t worry” you tell him, so ready to scape to the back of your store where your home is.

Soon the afternoon turns to night, and without noticing the closing time had arrived. Time flies when you have a good chat, and that’s all that his charming self has given to you while he drinks his beer. You can’t help but look at his lips every time he speaks; those are pretty, but, in reality… you can’t look him in the eye. There is something intimidating when you do so, something that steals your ability to think, to breath…

“So, I’m leaving. See you tomorrow, boss!” he chimes, about to leave your store. “Uh, sure. Shanks, uh… you where are you staying? Would you mind giving me your number and your address? I mean since you are my employee now?” you stutter, and yet you ask him either way.

He smiles guiltily and scratches the back of his neck. It’s no long since you discover this man is homeless. He is planning on living at the train station, or a manga café. Something where he could pass the night until he is able to find a new home.

You sigh, your heart is way too big to let a man like him be alone in the middle of the night. “I have a guest room. It doesn’t have more than a futon, but I think it’s better than sleeping in the bathroom of the station” you tell him, regretting it instantly… how could you be so naïve? Is his pretty face making you avoid rational thinking? What if he is a murderer, or even worse?

Your mother yelling at you appears in your mind, but him grabbing your hand to thank you makes you instantly forget about her and the imaginary scolding.

The graze of his hand against yours makes you once stiffen up. There is something weird in those red eyes, something attractive and deadly… Shanks quickly helps you close the store and turn off the lights, and soon follows you inside your house.

“It’s not big, but it’s a roof” you tell him, showing the little space where you live. It is indeed cosy, a typical suburban Tokyo house.  A place you have garnished with many plants and your cat’s belongings. Cat’s belongings he notices; “You have a kitty? Where is it?” he asks, curious.

You suddenly get worried, it’s strange that Haki isn’t waiting for you asking for tuna like every night. “Yeah… but, he isn’t here… that’s weird” you whisper, trying to look for him in those little spaces he likes to hide from time to time, especially during storms. Though, the skies are clear, and no storm is approaching your area whatsoever.

After both calling the feline a couple of times you finally find him. The poor cat remains hidden inside your closet, scared hissing at Shanks whenever he tries to get closer. Maybe Haki has noticed something you didn’t? Maybe it’s just that he is as used as you are to solitude and that a stranger makes him nervous…

Shanks desists from trying to please the cat and soon both leave him inside your closet to go cook something. “Is there anything you can’t eat, or you don’t like? Would you like to eat some ramen?” you ask, politely while putting some water to boil. Is not that you don’t usually cook, but you guessed eating instant ramen would be the safest choice.

“Sure, let’s have ramen! I can eat anything! Oh, by the way, I love meat… raw though, the bloodier the better” he says making you instantly turn to him. You widen your eyes, scared. What the hell? Raw meat?

“Hahaha! Don’t be silly! I was just joking! Of course, I like tender meat, but not raw nor bloodier” he says, as he laughs so nonchalantly. Your heart beats so quickly and you feel so weak from the scare, that you accidentally burn your hand with the stove. You jump, taking your finger to your mouth in pain.

He runs to you, grabbing you once again from your wrist he inspects your wound. “There, there. It’s ok, let me…” he mumbles while he begins to suck your finger softly. It’s true that the pain instantly gets relieved, and it’s so weird because no man can do such thing with his own saliva… but apparently he can.

“Ready! Now you can sit, I will finish for both of us” he chimes, acting as if he hadn’t sucked your finger just now. You agree, confused and feeling your cheeks burn. “What is this man doing to me? I don’t even know him…”

The dinner is served, and in between some laughter you two eat. You still feel a little timid, but, it’s easy to feel comfortable around him. He is glib, extrovert and a charmer. It’s impossible not to fall for him, even if you wouldn’t want to.

Once the instant ramen is over, and exhaustion hits you -cause he doesn’t seem to be tired, even if he worked all day- you show him his new room. He surprisingly knows exactly where it is, but you don’t think it’s weird since it’s a pretty small house and surely he could have guessed where the room was. As you already told him there is nothing but a single futon in the middle of the space, but he doesn’t care. He seems really happy with his new home.

“Good night, Shanks” you wave at him from your room’s door that’s right in front of his. “Sleep well, (Name). Thank you so much!” he waves back, closing the door with a smile on his lips. Smile you can’t stop seeing when you close your eyes as you slide right into the oneiric world.

Of course, even if Shanks seems to be a sweet guy, you lock your door. He is a stranger after all, you wouldn’t want him to enter your room during the night while you are asleep…

Oh, but he isn’t a human, you know?

No wooden door can’t stop a demon, it’s almost as if it wasn’t there. His body transmutes to the inside of your room, like each and every single night. He watches you sleep, like an angel you rest. An angel he is obsessed with. Shanks can’t help but lick his lips; even if he had been so many times next to you, today he was able to speak to you, to touch your hand, to even taste your skin.

You turn around, absolutely unaware of his presence. Shanks needs to see your face, so, like a little creature he feels the need to lay right beside you over the floor. He likes to play with his hands, creating shadows over your face with the moonlight that filters through your window.

In your dreams, the face of your new employee and for some reason roomie, appears. It makes you giggle. You replay how he clumsily fell back, and some cans hit his head. “Shanks…” you mumble in your sleep, making the demon stiffen up. He crawls closer to your face; he needs to see if you are awake. You are smiling, sure. And you called him by his name!

Shank’s pointy nose gets so dangerously close to yours that he is able to inhale the florally perfume of your skin. His sinful instincts become awaken. The last traces of his human look abandon his lustful body, he can’t help it… Shanks is a demon, son of the King of Hell… His hand softly grazes your cheek, he should stop… even demons have a moral code. But he is a demon in love, he is a beast obsessed with you.

He barely can hold himself, while you keep dreaming of him sucking your finger… what are these lustful dreams? A pure girl like you?

“Shanks!” you shout, waking up.

Shanks backs up, he falls over his ass, panting. You can see him, he looks just like him, but now he has little horns sprouting from his head and sharp fangs. Blinking a few times, you focus the image of that man inside your room, he is drooling.

And, you are sure this must be a dream within a dream, will it be so bad to indulge in this fantasy if so? It’s a dream right? Demons don’t exist… Right?

“Sorry…” he excuses himself, wiping the drool off the commissure of his lips. He stands up, wanting to leave your closed room. But you stop him.

“Please don’t go?”

Shanks stops himself, and after a few seconds he comes closer to you. “Who are you?” you ask, curious. What a weird dream! “Sh-anks… I am a demon. I didn’t want to hur-“ he says, getting cut short by your fingers wrapping around his wrist. And giving a demon such touch, specially while so needy is the start of something you might regret- or not.

His lips seal yours; he tops you in a matter of seconds. You are amazed by how lively your dreams are feeling lately, you can even feel his warm breath on your skin as he kisses your neck after abandoning your mouth. You start to wonder if this is a real dream? Or are you really awake and this is for real happening?

His fingers intertwine with yours as his free hand rips your pyjama shirt. “You… I… I can’t believe you are leaving me do this” he exclaims, amazed. You can’t think properly as your mind has jumped from wondering if you are really dreaming to the fogginess of leaving a demonic being take your body.  

He grunts, and his lips trap your nipple. He pulls, and nibbles softly. You moan, you had never ever being touched by a man, purity meets sin… what a beautiful dichotomy, losing your virginity to a demon. Oh those… “dreams”

Shanks keeps sucking, with one of his legs in between yours. You squeeze your thighs together, trapping his leg in between them. He smirks, fixing his red eyes into yours. “Go ahead” he encourages you; he knows you need release. The red-haired man -demon- moves his crural part up and down, pressing it harder against your sex, accompanying the way your hips buck up. Subtle moans scape your lips, your eyes turn white as the pleasure travels all around your body, skin getting bumpy, nails buried in his shoulders. You want more, and more…

The demon devouring your body becomes feral, more and more. You can feel his hardness against the side of your hip and your wonder if demons are as any man… maybe, just maybe, they are bigger? “I am a virgin!” you inform Shanks, biting your lips as he keeps sucking hard on one of your nipples.

“I know, I know… I’ve been in love with you since forever… our souls? Our souls are bound one with the other… be mine, only mine” .“Make me yours…”

Shanks goes down on you, tracing a path with sweet kisses from your chest to your belly button. He giggles, belly buttons aren’t something usual where he is from. You squirm under his warmth, his hands pull down your shorts, silky material grazing against the even silkier surface of your skin.

Thighs spread; he moves your legs softly but violently enough to show you how hungry for your core he is. Shanks takes some time to worship the dripping honeys of your sex, he gloats and attacks. Getting drunk with your core, he makes you whine louder. Sucking, licking, tracing circles, your back arching.

It’s so intense, that you ignore his claws carving marks on each side of your hips. His red eyes glare and get fixed on your raptured expression as you are about to reach the first climax a man can give to you. “Sha-nks… I am…” you stutter, unable to speak further, pleasure is too high to even think.

He smirks, a devilish smile plastered on his tanned countenance. “Are you?... not yet, honey” he mumbles, making you wide your eyes, it cannot be… Why is he stopping now!?

“I need more! I- why?” you protest, seeing how his imponent frame stands up from the futon where both of you were lying. “More… you need more?” he whispers, looking at you with his neck tilted to the side. His claws skilfully unties the little cord that get his pyjama pants up. It’s inevitable… he is gonna be inside of you in a matter of seconds… you are a virgin, but… this is definitely a dream, isn’t it?

He lets his clothes fall down to the ground, revealing his unholy anatomy to you. Almost human, but bigger, and sexier. You would lie if you said you would prefer a human over him, of course you don’t… what a lustful creature of Hell.

“I’m gonna make you mine, this is what every demon is entitled to do… claim the purest angel for their own…” he mumbles, crawling in between your legs. His sex hangs over your belly, as he pants like a beast with his lips so close to yours. “Will you give me your purity, would you become a sinner for me? Just for me?” he asks, taking one of his fingers to your entrance. “Take my purity…” you mumble back, biting your lip as he plays with your clit and slowly, but surely, dampened in your arousal elixir he penetrates you with one, and then two.

Stretched enough, or maybe because he isn’t able to hold back any longer, he guides his sex into yours. It’s big, and slightly different from the human’s ones. It’s a little bumpier, and perfectly shaped in a subtle curve. Curve that instantly stimulates your g-spot as he barely penetrates you.

Grunts to hold back, he might be a demon, but he loves you, he adores you… oh his little sweet human, so pure just so pure… “Does it hurt?” he asks, as he goes deeper little but little. It doesn’t no. It feels like your insides slowly stretch, as if your walls clenched on and on to it.

It doesn’t take much until he is unable to control himself any longer, he needs to go deep, so deep into you. And you need it, too.

“More ~” you purr, licking the side of his perfect and sharp jaw. The graze of his beard on your tongue, the scent of sex flooding the ambience. “Yes…” he moans back, he can’t stop himself now. His hips go further, you feel like something is finally snapping inside of you, a loud grunt escape both of yours mouths.

He lifts your hips up as he moves his, in and out, increasingly violent, and harder. You tremble, too much stimulation, you are sure you could die now from it. Electricity running from your core to the rest of your body, sucking on his tongue like the most sinful depiction of carnality.

“I’m coming, please don’t stop.-“ you beg, with what’s left of your consciousness. “I’m not gonna stop, in fact I’m gonna keep going endlessly…” he whispers in your ear, with a little giggle and a hard thrust, that makes you finally reach climax. But climax prolongs, and as he said, it becomes endless…

One, two, three… how many times… one after the other, orgasming nonstop until the demon topping you lets himself go into his own. “Please, allow me to mark you… you will be always mine if so… I’m so in love with you, human” he moans, pleading for something you quite don’t understand. Something you don’t understand, but something you accede right away.

“Yes”

He laughs, he smiles, and his frown reaches heaven. Grunting and moaning, he comes, filling you up, marking your insides with his seed… but what is that seed? Is he human? Is he not? But this is just a dream, right?

Snap out of it, (Name)… This isn’t a dream…

[tvgerl]

party monster

Jake Sully x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Divorced and hot Jake, dirty talk, use of word daddy, smut, explicit, p in v, sucking v and p, 40y/o Jake and you 25y/o, stimulation, smoking, drinks, dilfism, large introduction.

NOTES: Jake just get divorced from Neytiri, and he went to a party with Tonowari who wants him to have some fun.

“C’mon Jake, I bet you would love this place” Jake looked at Tonowari with a distrustface “Man, just like the old times, we both divorced now, we can do whatever we want” Tonowari started to act like a teenager since he and Ronal ended up, and that is something that the Omaticaya didn’t want to be, “I guess one time is ok Tono”.

Tonowari takes Jake to a bar, they sat at the drinks table. “A negroni please, what do you want Jake?” He asked to the Omaticaya, “Vodka Martini, if it’s not a problem”

The bartender gave his drink and notices that you were looking at him, you changed your gaze to the other side of the room and pretend it was an accidental looking, but the truth is that old man hit you just by entering the place, you were with your friends so you can’t be that obvious or their are going to start screaming, they always act like childs, “Girls what is my dad doing here?” Tsireya says, “How can we know Reya, but who is the hottie on his side?” You asked joking (or not), “Jake? He is his best friend since they were childs” she answer.

“I’m going to smoke Tono” Jake advised to his friend, “See ya” Tonowari replied.

You saw the not so strange stranger going to the smoking spot and you decided to go after him “Girls, I’m going to smoke, I’m coming back in a few minutes” the girls said nothing and you went to the smoking spot looking for him. People says smoked is useful, but is not useful at all if its helps you to get the dick you want. You entered and saw him smoking alone looking out over the balcony.

“It’s a problem if I stare next to you?” You asked, “Not at all, need fire?” He answered, you accept the fire and turn on your cigarette and looked at him, he looks even hotter smoking and you didn’t resist the urge to talk with him, “What’s your name by the way? Mine’s Y/n” You pretended to not knowing him at all, and he believed it “Jake Sully, nice to meet you” He smiles, “May I ask you why are you, a young amd beautiful lady, smoking? I bet you know it’s not good for your health” He was so correct, he is killing you slowly with that voice and that way to talk to you, “I don’t really know, I should quite before it’s too late” He nodded with his face agreeing with you.

“Y/n we are leaving! Are you coming wit us or are you stay…ing” Tsireya looks at Jake and he recognized her, “Um, hello uncle Jake, how are you doing?” She said nervous, it was quite embarrassing for her meeting his ‘uncle’ in a bar, “I’m doing well, I came with your father, but I think we are older to be in this place, but you know him” He looked carefree “Y/n I would never guess you are friend with Tsireya, you are so different” And then Tsireya’s face changed, she realized what’s going on and tried to fix it “Um we are going but stay if you want, you came by yourself with your motorbike, right?” She only remember the motorbike “Yes Reya, I’m staying, go home and rest, text me when you get home” She left.

“So you are Tsireya’s friend who would imagine that? She’s very spoiled for her age, however, you seem much more serious, I think you were like thirty, oh sorry, I got a message, Tsireya’s dad is leaving with a- nothing” He prefered to read the message internally but you knew what he was talking about “I’m not a child Jake, I know he got a hoe to fuck” He opened his eyes looking surprised, “He always did it, Tsireya told us everything, surprising that you never stopped him” His face turns more serious “He never told me anything about it till he told me he was getting divorced, and I’m not lying, I cannot tolerate that kind of things, we argue because of that”

“I knew you were that kind of man, too correct to help a cheater, kinda hot” You said, the conversation had changed its course and you wanted to realize your plan, you do not fuck with any guy you see, first you test the man, and he pass the exam, and you want him. “Kinda hot? Just kinda?” He replies challenging “Well not just kinda but I had to taste it all to confirm it”

“Oh you had to tast it first? Then taste” His voice began to become more and more challenging and deep, so you kissed him, and gosh, he tasted like vodka and cigarettes, to hot to handle. “I think it’s not kinda anymore” You added, and both laugh, “Tonowari left so you can come over, I’ll take you in my motorbike if it’s not scary to you, grandpa” Jake pretended to be offended but he accept the invitation “I used to have one of these darling”

You take him to your house, “It’s here, come” He followed you, when both were at the sofa drinking and talking you decided to put yourself in action.

You sat on top of him, and started kissing, he put one of his hands in your hips while the other slowly descended toward your ass. You started to move causing friction between both of your crotch and you started to feel his dick under his pants “I bet you need help with that” touching his croath and he growl, you both started to take off your clothes and you started to masturbate him slowly while he started to suck and massage your titties, he put you under him and take off your hand from his dick, he went directly to your pussy and he started to kiss it and sucking, “Oh you taste so good” He said with a deeper voice and out of breath, you take his hair and started to take him more close to your intimacy, feeling his nose bumping into your clit and his tongue sucking your entry was like being in heaven, you can’t stop growling and moaning. “Do you want daddy inside you?” He asked “Ye-yes, fuck yes” Damn, he referring to himself as daddy turns you more than you were turned yet, in fact, because he’s more older than you, and you’ve been fantasized with this moment for a long time.

Jake wants you to beg for more, so he started slowly, getting confidence, “More faster please Jake” He looked at you, your legs were hugging his belt “Do you want more babe? I don’t know if you can’t handle it” And he started to go so fucking faster, you started to touch yourself at the same time, “No touch honey, this is daddy’s job” And fuck, he did it better than you ever done it, the house was invaded by screams and growls.

“Ja-Jake I’m coming” He started to slow down again, he loves to make you desperate, he go out of you, “Suck my fingers” You did it, and he introduced his large fingers inside you while started to suck your clit, god is something that he does wrong? “Please get inside me again” He was good with his fingers, but he’s even better with his dick, “You look so cute begging for my dick, turn back babe” You obeyed him, and he got into you again, making you come, leaving with you a big scream.

Man that was fucking incredible.

“Come here Jake, I handle this” You said after you recover your breath, and started to suck his dick, but man, that was enormous, so you help woth your hands, he was lying down enjoying the moment but he needed more “Look at my eyes” He demanded, so you did it, and looking his facial expressions and how he growl makes you want to do it better. “Holy saint, I’m coming in any moment” So you stopped to use your hands and dedicate to do all the job only with your mouth, he come.

Jake takes you to his chest and kisses you, then he light a cigarette, “Do you want one darling?”

- THE END (reqs are open)

[blooming-peace]

To not lose you (Chap. 2)

Pairing: Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Tags: Arranged Marriage

Wordcount: 1,3k

Warnings: Swearing, Miscommunication, OoC(?)

The marriage has been held at last.

It was nothing extremely fancy as one would expect, it all just followed the traditions of Inazuma, not many guesses. Both your families and some relevant members of the Tri-Commission. And you prefer it like this, if you were to be honest, however, there is something still bothering you greatly.

Ayato was still angry at you.

You’ll have to be dumb to not notice, he even didn’t even looked at you once you were alone in the room together.

“…I’ll go to sleep to another room...” you said, knowing he will also prefer if you didn’t share a room with him. He didn’t even nod at you, staying silent as you left to one of the guests rooms. It did hurt you, did he think of you so lowly to not even try and talk to you? You sighed and felt tears menacing to fall, but as always, you’ll just wait…

The following days were pretty much the same as before you married, Lady Kamisato trained you to over see most of the affairs expected of you, such as arranging the house finances, the retainers and handle some of the paperwork. It was not an easy job, but at least you showed to be a fast learner.

You also started training in the art of the sword with Ayaka, but it became quite obvious very quickly that you had no talent nor training when it came to weapons. Your clan was better known for being researchers and scholars than for their capabilities at combat afterall

But is this background that gave you the ability to read and understand documents very fast, you impressed both lady and lord Kamisato in the aspect of dealing with documents and paperwork. And how quickly you could come up with a solution.

“…let me asks for forgiveness in my son’s behalf…” the lady said, as you played shogi together “we thought this marriage was the best option since you both were close since childhood, but it seems our decision has been wrongly made, seen how he is acting…”

“There is nothing to apologise to, mother” she allowed you to call her that way “…Ayato is just displeased because it was all too sudden, I’m sure we will be able to be as before someday…”

“How are you feeling thought?” She asked in that sweet motherly tone

“…I was surprised at first, who wouldn’t?” you answered “Right now… it does pain me that he seems to be resentful towards me…”

The older woman just gave you a soft and reassuring squeeze on your hand, making the unconscious sad expression you made disappear.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

…It snowed that day…

The Kamisatos were at the Lord’s bedside, you slightly afar.

His father had passed away, yet, he didn’t allow himself to show any sadness at this very moment. …Not even when his mother followed his father a few days after…

You stood by his side, trying to be a source of support if he were to need it. But he only grew more determined, even more when he finally started hanging his hydro vision near him. Still, you were doing your best to make his now increasing job lighter.

Is obvious how worried Ayaka, Thoma and yourself are for him, but at this moment you understand. He wants to make sure his family is safe, that the Yashiro commission doesn’t fall as the other clans within it fight for power trying to pull him down so they can use him as a steppingstone. While the Kanjou and Tenryou commissions do about the same from the outside.

So you continue to do the best you can to support him, many of the retainers abandoned the Kamisato Estate before the lord’s passing, knowing the increasing turmoil the Yashiro Commission will find itself in, now with you both as the new young and inexperienced heads many more left. But you made sure to take care of those that remained, so their loyalty was seem rewarded. You also take upon yourself to teach and raise the still young Ayaka, while taking care of some minor works to lighten your husband’s load…

He still refuses to talk to you, even as he buries himself in work. If this is his way of grieving is very unhealthy, but you’ll support him as much as you are able to. You are the one that insist him the most to at least drink the tea you made, as you thank Thoma for making sure he eats. And you continued to do this day after day, night after night, trying to not become a load or another source of worry for Thoma and Ayaka.

Is at this very moment that a most unwanted letter arrived, from your own father, asking you to use your power as the new lady of the Kamisato clan to put yours on a better political position. You don’t know if laugh or cry as you read his words, asking yourself what if any power the Kamisato clan had left. It won’t be the last time he’ll send you a letter of this kind either, even after infinite rejections from your side, you wonder what can even go worst…

You knock the door that goes to your husband office, carrying tea for him as you usually do before going inside. He barely looks at you, but he seems to grab an envelop that you quickly recognise as one of your father’s letters, you quickly come to the conclusion a member of the Shuumatsuban must had given it to him. “…Care to explain?” his voice was dry and angry; you’ll be a fool not to notice. But you could also see the tiredness of his face.

“…There is nothing to explain, the letter says what it says” You shook your head tiredly

“I disagree, there is much to explain!” he frowned, raising his voice a bit

“So what?!” you hissed back “whatever I say you won’t listen anyways, you had not doing anything but treating me as a stranger ever since we married, so why is that now I owe you an explanation”

“Oh, well then I guess is genetical to be so self-centred and greedy” He huffed “I finally understand why you said you were glad to marry me”

“Do you think I wanted to be trapped in a loveless marriage? Because no, I don’t!” you finally snapped “When I said I was glad is you that I married is because at least you were someone I knew and hold dear, and no some stranger that could had perfectly be three times my age if not more!” you frowned now clearly angry, finally letting the bottle up displeasure and sadness his words had filled you with come up “I was happy because I knew you at least will threat me fairly, I never gave a single shit about your family’s power or money, even if is obvious my father does.” You left the tray of tea in his desk, before walking to the door “I had rejected around 10 letters for him asking the same thing” you paused “but of course, I’m a self-centred and greedy (L/N) as every other. I try to make you take breaks because all I want is your power and I try my best to aid you so I can gain influence” your tone was clearly sarcastic “…you are the biggest idiot on earth, Ayato…”

You left the room as you said those words, and now it was your husband who was left speechless in return. How could he be such a fool, he knew you weren’t like this, he always did, but he has been too self-consumed on his own pain to notice the pain he was inflicting you in exchange.

And now by his stupidly he is about to lose your friendship, if it hadn’t been lost already.

[fallingfor-fics]

My Apologies- Aaron Hotchner x Reader ❤️‍🔥

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: smut, oral (female and male receiving), and some light bondage

Word Count: almost 10k

Summary: You go out for drinks with the girls and forget to let Hotch know, he also gets jealous when you get a call from a stranger hitting on you so he decides to handle it himself.

Smut starts at the  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

a/n I got a little out of hand with the storyline sorry (not sorry) its fucking long.

The sound of Emily’s desk phone ringing caused me to shoot up off my desk, not realizing I had fallen asleep when I attempted to ease the migraine I felt coming over me and decided to put my head down and take a break from staring at the computer. Emily let out a small laugh as she answered the phone, and I shook my head, rubbing my forehead and then looking at the time. It was well past nine, and I looked around to see only JJ, Emily, and I remained amongst the team. 

I glanced over to Hotchs office and JJ noticed, “He left about thirty minutes ago, said to not worry about waking you up.” I frowned slightly, knowing that meant he was already home and probably getting ready for bed. 

“Surprised, he was letting me sleep at work.” I commented and she shrugged.

 “I don't know, he seemed off?” she said, looking to Emily who was hanging up the phone and nodded in agreement.

 “Yeah, he was a little preoccupied, probably why he didn't bother getting after you.” she added.

I looked back at my computer, trying to think of a reason he could seem bothered. No one knew about Hotch and I but I doubt they didn't have somewhat of an idea considering everyone's job here revolved around reading people. We hadn't spent the night together in a while, and were trying not to linger around each other longer than appropriate at work, just to keep things a little less obvious. It was a Friday night, which meant the girls were probably going to go to the bar once they finally wrapped everything up. “Hey, are you guys going out tonight still? Mind if I come?” I asked and JJ smiled.

 “Not at all, we’d love the extra company.” 

Emily nodded and crossed her arms, raising a brow, “What's the cause of this rare occurrence?” she inquired. Usually I decline their offer because I go spend the weekend with Hotch when I can, but since my head was feeling better, and I didn't want to bug him if he seemed agitated already, I decided to go out tonight. 

I shrugged and chewed my lip, “Nothing crazy, just don't want to go back to my little sad apartment quite yet.” I smiled and Emily nodded. 

“Well that's fair. We will probably leave in about fifteen.” I muttered a “Great.” and started collecting my things, getting up to use the restroom before we left. 

When we got to the bar Emily made a comment about it being a little more crowded than usual because it was a Friday night, I didn't really care for that fact but toughed it out knowing once I had a few drinks it would be a bit easier to relax. We walked in and the noise of chatter filled my ears, and I could already smell the liquor and despair waft from the people there. It was an interesting bar they selected as their go-to, full of older women and gentlemen, but it was close by and JJ knew the owner, so we got discounted drinks. Plus, the crowd being more low-key allowed the bar's vibe to be more relaxed and less full of young stupid people that spill drinks on you. Emily went up to grab drinks for us as we found a spot in a booth towards the back. 

“So, I'm guessing your head is feeling better?” JJ laughed and I smiled in response. 

“Ha. Ha.” I rolled my eyes, “but yeah it is actually, I forgot to refill my medicine, so I decided to just lay my head down, didn't realize I would pass the fuck out.” I scoffed.

“Well, it's not like you missed a whole lot anyway. It's been pretty slow this entire week, actually. Which I guess is technically a good thing. Also makes me wonder what could possibly be bothering Hotch.” she added. I tried to hide the way my body tensed at the mention of his name and just looked down at the table. 

“Yeah so speaking of… Did he just like storm out or something?” I asked, still not looking up, hoping it could seem like I just wanted to gossip, and not that I wanted to know because I was concerned. Just before she could answer, Emily returned with a tray of drinks, setting them down in front of us.

“Ok so a long island for JJ, a martini for Y/n and of course an old-fashioned for myself. And you know, I had to get us all a round of shots, and I had them pour doubles, so I don't have to get up again for a bit.” She laughed. 

“Oh my god, Emily.” JJ laughed, and I shook my head, laughing as well. I certainly wasn't mad about Emily's decision, I came out to have a good time, so I was just going to ‘go with the flow.’ 

“Oh right, so about Hotch,” JJ said, and I looked up as I sipped my drink, humming for her to go on. “He didn't storm out or anything, but we did hear him on the phone in his office, not full on screaming, but loud enough for us to hear at least.” she took a sip of her own cocktail and I looked at Emily. 

“Yeah, it was… out of nowhere too. And then he called Rossi in, and after he left Hotch came out a little bit after to go home. He came over to ask JJ for a file and that's when he saw you and just mumbled something about not worrying about it. Kinda like he just didn't really have the time for it.” Emily added and I furrowed my brows. I wonder who was on the phone and what they said that caused him to be so frustrated. 

“Hm, that's… Weird. And you don't know who it was on the phone?” I asked and they both shook their head no. “What file did he ask for?” 

“One from a while ago, nothing that stood out to me though, except for the way he was acting of course, it was very… out of character, a little fidgety and frantic but nothing too alarming.” JJ mentioned as she pushed our shots towards us. “I'm ready for mine, come on.” she smiled. Emily playfully rolled her eyes and picked up the small glass, I followed suit, and we all raised them. “To Y/n joining us tonight and feeding into our gossip addiction.” JJ toyed and I rolled my eyes.

“Cheers.” I said, and we all clinked our glasses together and drank the shots. Emily took it with a straight face, but both JJ and I cringed and chased it with our drinks, not that they would be of much help. 

After an hour or so had gone bye, full of us gossiping more about our fellow team members as well as a few more rounds of shots, we were all clearly feeling pretty good. “I guess I'm glad we walked here.” I chirped after we took yet again another shot that Emily brought over after she said she was getting us water. 

“Yeah, that's why we love this place, walking distance and all.” JJ quipped. 

“And of course because the owner gives us discounts because he wants to bone JJ.” Emily said with a straight face as she drank some water and then some of her cocktail. 

JJ nudged her with her elbow and scoffed, “He doesn't want to bone me Emily, we are just old friends.” 

Emily rolled her eyes, “Yeah, whatever.”

I looked over Emily's expression and furrowed my brows, she didn't really seem to be joking, but I didn't question it and just laughed along. “So Y/n when are you and Hotch just going to come out with it already?” JJ asked, trying to direct the conversation off of herself. My eyes widened and I set down my drink. 

“Oh um…” I stammered with my words, not sure how to respond. 

“Relax, no one really gives a shit you guys are a thing.” Emily joined in and I looked down nervously. If it wasn't for the drinks flowing through me, I probably would have been freaking out a bit more and attempting to deny it. 

“Well, we probably won't ever. Just so we don't have to go through the hassle of HR and then of course you guys.” I joked and they both nodded. I downed the rest of my cocktail, wiping my mouth with the napkin. “So does everyone know?” I asked, looking back at them. 

They looked at each other and nodded, “Yeah pretty much, I think everyone except maybe Rossi, but that's just because he's older, so I don't think he picks up on the sexual tension as much.” Emily laughed and JJ nodded in agreement. 

I almost choked on the sip of water I was taking and shook my head, “Oh god, there's sexual tension??” I asked with a worried look. I didn't think we were really that obvious. I only hoped they didn't bring up us fucking in Aaron's office next.

“Yeah big time, we have all known for a while.” the blonde added in, and I sighed. 

“I'm going to go get more shots.” I said, sliding out of the booth and going up to the bar. I wasn't stumbling quite yet, but I could definitely feel the liquor weighing my body down. “Hello, I'm with JJ, can I get three vodka shots please.” I asked with a smile, and the bartender nodded as he finished another customer's order before getting mine. I looked around, admiring the dim lighting and decor of the bar. Gazing down the bar, I saw an older gentleman in a suit staring at me with a smirk. I just kept my gaze traveling, acting as if I didn't see him, and then looked back at the bartender. He finished the last shot and laid up some more napkins as well. “Thank you.” I muttered and then grabbed them with my hands. As I turned, I saw the gentleman had left from his spot. I let out a sigh of relief, he wasn't watching me anymore and went back to the girls.

“Ugh vodka! That's why I'm the shot girl.” Emily whined and I laughed. 

“I'm sorry I'm sick of the whiskey shots, I wanted something stronger and cleaner.” I joked as I sat down. 

“So, how often do you and Hotch hang out?” JJ asked, and I rolled my eyes at the fact we were still on that topic. 

“A few times a week, I'm not sure. You guys are nosy, huh?” I grabbed my shot and took it really quick, this time wincing and shaking my head, then taking a sip of water. 

JJ followed suit and took hers as well. “We just want to know when and how it all started.” 

Emily nodded in agreement, “One of you can have mine, I don't want to mix my liquors.” she cringed pushing it towards the middle of the table. 

I looked at JJ, and she gestured for me to have it, “I see, y'all are trying to liquor me up, so I spill all the secrets.” I joked before grabbing it and drinking it.

They both laughed and shrugged, not daring to deny the accusation. After I recovered from the shot and felt them all begin to catch up to me, the haze filling my head and all my emotions beginning to subside, I smiled. “Ok, well, it started about four or five months ago. When we were on the case in Nevada. Hotch and I stayed up late at the hotel bar talking, I think we both already knew we had a bit of a thing for each other at the time. And after a while we started talking about more personal things and he sort of opened up to me a bit. I don't know, it was sweet and very innocent at first. And then we were walking back to our rooms, and I was a little more than tipsy I would say and looked up at him to say goodnight, and then he just… kissed me. It was very nice. And then, I'm sure you guys can guess the rest.” I looked down, fiddling with my nails to hide the blush that was creeping up on my face as I remembered the first night we spent together. 

JJ put her hand to her chest and gave a soft smile, “awe, that's actually really fucking cute Y/n.” She smirked and I nodded. 

“Yeah I thought you guys were just having sex, I didn't realize it started with a little crush.” Emily added and I shoved her playfully. 

“Well, what can I say, I probably love that man.” I let out and cupped my hand over my mouth. “Shit, I don't think I've said that out loud before. Hmm.” I laughed. “I'm going to make it clear, I'm definitely a little drunk right now so don't say a word about anything that comes out of my mouth.” I clarified. 

“No, of course, what happens here always, always stays here.” Emily laughed, eyeing JJ, who let out a giggle as well. 

“Ok good. I have to pee, I'll be right back.” I said taking a sip of water and then getting up. I walked to the bathroom, grateful there was no line and went in. I couldn't believe how much I was spilling about Aaron and I. I mean, I know they knew a lot already, but still it felt almost wrong to just be so blunt about everything. They didn't even have to convince me, I was just straight up talking out of my ass. I began to wonder about Aaron, if he was okay after today. I also couldn't help but begin to wonder about what I'd said at the table. I knew I loved Aaron, but i wasn't sure if he felt the same by any means. I wasn't ever one to make the first move for anything either, I mean he kissed me first, confessed his crush first, and even initiated sex first. There was no way I could ever be the one to say ‘I love you’ first. After I finished washing my hands, I took out my phone and frowned when I realized I'd missed a text from him after getting caught up with the girls. 

Let me know when you get home. 

I looked at the message and exited the bathroom, going out the back door, so I could get some quiet while I responded. My thumbs danced over the keyboard as I thought of a response. I don't know why I was hesitating to just tell him I was out. I wish I could blame it on me missing him and my intoxication, but I decided to just call him because if he was asleep it wouldn't matter when I text him, but then if he was awake at least I got to hear his voice, as cheesy as it sounded. I leaned against the cold brick and hit the phone button. It began to ring and only rang two or three times before he answered. 

“Hello.” He spoke softly, but in his typical deep and clear voice that made a shoot of nerves travel through my stomach. 

“Hey, um sorry I didn't respond, I went to the bar with JJ and Emily.” I said nicely, in hopes I was hiding my drunken voice well enough. 

“That's okay, I just wanted to make sure you got home ok.” He didn't sound too enthused, but I didn't think anything of it. 

“They said you seemed a bit irritated when you left today, um, is everything okay?” I tiptoed around my words, trying not to irritate him again by bringing it up. I heard him sigh and pause for a moment. 

“Just some typical bullshit from the guys in the FBI over in California. Nothing for you to worry about.” he scoffed out, and I frowned. 

“Well, do you want me to come over when I'm done here? I mean, did I wake you?”

“No you didn't I've been up working, but it's fine, you should go home and sleep.” 

I frowned at his response and kicked the dirt under my feet as I sighed, “Mm well don't know ill get too much of that, the girls got me all worked up.” I laughed. It was sort of the truth, I was worked up in the sense I was now overthinking everything and wanted to drink more as opposed to being worked up from dancing or something to that effect. I went to say something, but then I heard footsteps and the flick of a lighter. I looked over the phone and saw the gentleman from the bar lighting a cigarette.  

“Are you guys at the bar by the site?” Aaron's smooth voice inquired over the phone, which snapped me back to him. 

“Y-yeah. We have been having fun, I should really go out with them more. Of course, I do enjoy our weekends together.” I slurred slightly in my sentence since I was distracted by the older gentleman next to me. 

“I can tell, how much have you had to drink Y/n?” his voice remained relaxed and sweet, and I blushed at the question, my mind wandering to his protective attitude I often fawned over, despite acting like it was annoying sometimes. 

“A bit, Emily was in charge of that, so I hope that answers your question.” I laughed. 

He let out a scoff, “Well maybe slow down for the night, and let me know when you plan to leave, ill send a car over okay?” 

“Yes, Sir.” I laughed playfully and could hear him sigh. 

“I don't know, maybe I should come pick you up myself.” he said uncertainty in his voice and I furrowed my brows. 

“I'm a big girl Aaron, no need to worry. We are probably going to leave soon anyway, plus I'm still conscious and walking, so I think I'm okay.” I giggled out.

He sighed once more, not really caring for the way I joked. “I know Y/n, but you don't go out very often, so I just want to make sure-” 

“Aaron, you don't have to worry, really. I'm with the girls and they are a… little more sober than I, so we will be okay, we aren't driving, and are going to go straight home after.” I tried my best to ease his mind, but I'm sure the slurring of my words and the way I couldn't seem to hold back the excessive giggles didn't really help too much. 

“I'm serious Y/n. Text me when you guys are leaving and when you get home.” his tone was more serious now, and I straightened up a bit. 

“Ok I will, my phone is about to die so I'm going to go, but we will just take a taxi, and ill call you when I'm home it'll probably be within the hour.” I reassured him and sent a quick text to JJ to let her know I was taking a call and would be back in soon. 

“Fine, but you call me if you need me to come okay?” I rolled my eyes but agreed, saying our goodbyes and hanging up. 

I put my phone back in my pocket and the older gentleman i didn't realize was still there spoke up, “Someone's a little overbearing, huh?” he chuckled, and I gave an awkward smile.

“He’s just protective.” I said looking at the cigarette in the man's hand, he followed my gaze and pulled out another handing it to me. I didn't smoke regularly, but occasionally when I was drunk I would have one or two. I put it between my lips, and he flicked the lighter, lighting it for me and I smiled with a “Thanks.”

“So, boyfriend?” he asked, and I looked over him. He didn't seem like a pervert, just a standard older man that was too cocky in their abilities to pull women. 

“Husband.” I lied and he looked down at my hand. 

“No ring?” 

“I don't wear it to the bars, gets me more free drinks.” I joked, and he laughed a little too hard at the joke. 

“You'd probably get more with it on, darling.” 

I hid my cringe to the nickname and blew out some smoke, looking at my watch and noting it was already almost midnight. 

“Do you come to this bar often? I don't think I've seen you around.” he asked, continuing the small talk. 

“Not really, I came with some friends.” I took another drag of the cigarette, hoping he wouldn't try to ask me any questions that were too weird. 

“Well I'm Jerry, It's nice to meet you…” he waited for my answer. 

“Kelly.” I lied again and he nodded. 

“Well, Kelly, what's your choice of drink?” 

“I usually just drink wine, but when I'm out, vodka or tequila.” I laughed and he smiled.

“Good choices, I'm a bourbon man myself,” I internally rolled my eyes at the comment, through years of my own experience with men, classy men drank scotch, casual men drank whiskey, and assholes, drank bourbon. “What do you say we go back inside, and I buy you a drink?” he asked, and I gave him a small smile. 

“I would normally say yes, but my friends are waiting on me and I think we are gonna head out soon, sorry.” I frowned as I finished the cig and flicked it to the ground, crushing it beneath my boot. 

“Oh come on, just one?” he pressed on, and I looked back at the time. I thought about what Aaron said about not having anymore, but I also knew this man probably wouldn't really let me go without saying yes. Plus, it really can't hurt to have a free drink. 

“Ok, one! But it's gotta be a shot and its gotta be vodka.” I joked and he raised his hands. 

“Deal.” he headed back inside, and I followed behind til we got to the bar. He ordered, and I watched as the bartender poured them and I grabbed it from the counter as soon as they put them up. Jerry grabbed his as well, and we raised them, “Cheers to new friends and the only girl pretty enough to convince me to drink vodka.” He joked, and I smiled, clinking our glasses and throwing it back in sync with him. 

I let out a breath and set the glass back down. “Well thank you, Jerry, but I should probably get back to my friends now.” I smiled. 

“Yes of course, but before you do, can I get your number?” He smiled, and I looked at him, debating for a moment. I knew I shouldn't care but I kind of felt bad for not only getting a cig but also a drink out of this man, especially when he wasn't being super creepy or anything. Plus I was pretty drunk at this point, riding the end of the nicotine buzz, and it's not like I was obligated to respond if he were to text me or something. 

“Sure, give me your phone.” I said, and he took it out and handed it to me. I went in and typed my number, before handing it back and smiling. “Ok thanks again Jerry, hopefully ill see you here again!” 

“Yeah sure, have a good one Kelly.” he smiled with a cocky grin, probably thinking he scored big time. I hastily walked back to the girls, trying not to sway too much as I stepped.

“There you are, did we just see you get a drink and exchange numbers with that older man? Should Hotch be worried?” Emily laughed and I rolled my eyes. 

“I just wanted a free drink and I felt bad for saying no. Plus I'm pretty fucked up, I won't even lie.” I laughed along, and they both giggled. 

“Yeah, Emily really did it tonight.” JJ poked at her and Emily shrugged. 

“I don't really have an excuse, so I won't bother defending myself.” She added. We hung out for a while more, focusing on drinking more water and of course gossiping a bit more. I didn't keep track of the time and due to the alcohol, I forgot to text Aaron and yet another hour had gone by. 

 “Are you guys ready, I'm getting tired?” JJ asked and we both nodded. 

“Yeah, I was going to say the same.” I added as I finished off the water and then got up to use the bathroom again.

“I'm going to go close the tab.” JJ said, and me and Emily both quickly pulled some bills from our wallets to give to her. 

Once we all got outside a cab was waiting, I hadn't realized Emily had called for one, and I also didn't realize my phone had died long ago, what I did realize was how fucked up I was. I was now having a hard time staying up straight and not sounding like a complete lunatic with my speech. The girls were pretty drunk too, but they were still pretty capable of walking in a straight line. We all squeezed into the cab and sighed as we sat down again. Emily told the driver our places, and they pulled away. 

“So Y/n who did you have to call?” JJ asked with a slight raise in her brow and a sly smile, despite the way her silhouette was barely visible from the streetlights flickering onto her as we drove and my vision spinning, I could still catch onto her insinuations.

“Yes, it was Aaron.” I said with a smile as I looked out the window. 

“Oh woww! I didn't even think about how you call him Aaron!” Emily poked and let out a laugh. JJ gasped and laughed, too. 

“Oh that's so weird to hear.” she joined in, and I rolled my eyes. I quickly stopped though when I realized I hadn't texted him. 

“Oh shit.” I mumbled and pulled out my phone, then seeing it was dead. I looked at my watch but couldn't read it in the dark cab, not that light would help, my vision was too blurry and hazey to focus and read the small hands anyway. “What time is it?” I asked and felt the cab stop as we got to JJs house. 

“Like almost two- no two thirty.” JJ said as she collected her things and opened the door.

“Bye, I had fun see you Monday.” Emily said as she scooted from the middle seat. 

“Yeah, thank you so much JJ I also had a lot of fun, text us in the morning if you survive it hah” I joked, and she waved before shutting the door. We had the driver wait while we made sure she got in okay, and then headed to Emily's apartment next.

“My phone's dead and I told Aaron I’d text him when we left like over an hour ago, he's probably worried.” I whined and Emily grabbed her phone.

“Do you want to use mine?” She offered and I shook my head. 

“No he doesn't know you guys know I think it would be a little suspicious.” I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat. 

“So it's love, huh? Must be nice.” 

I looked over at her, “Yeah, I guess. It's definitely the first time I've had someone like him. What about you, Em? Anyone you're interested in?” I was a profiler too, not stupid. Didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but I had a hunch she had a crush on someone in the team too, she was just much, much better at hiding it.

“No, no. No one that matters at least.” She looked away and I frowned. 

“You know, if it helps, I think it would be a possibility in the future.” I said softly and she looked back at me. 

“What?” her eyes widened, and she sat her head off the seat.

“Relax, I don't know anything.” I played into it and smiled, “but if I did, I would say you have a shot, maybe not right this second, but somewhere along the line I can see it happening.”

She stayed silent for a moment and scoffed, “It's not that simple, it's not like you and Hotch.” 

“I know, I know. But don't dig yourself into a hole and convince yourself you have to stay there. JJ is a sweet woman, and I know she doesn't look at me or anyone the way she looks at you.” I whispered. 

“You're very drunk Y/n.” she stated, and I nodded. 

“That's true, but I'm drunk not blind, plus if it helps I probably won't remember any of this tomorrow.” 

She laughed and nodded along before we reached her place and she sat up. “Bye Em, thanks for getting me wasted like a college kid.” I laughed as I hugged her, and she got out.

“You're welcome, good luck with the boss.” she teased, waving and going into the doors of the building. 

“Um, can I actually change the next destination please.” I asked the driver, muttering Aaron's address and then leaning back once more as we pulled off. It wasn't long before we arrived at his house, and I let out a nervous sigh, hoping he wasn't freaking out. I paid the cab driver and then got out, swinging my purse over my shoulder, and then trying my best to walk up the steps to the front door without just tipping over into the yard. I put a hand on the door to stabilize myself, and then squinted my eyes as I focused on the small button and poked the doorbell. I only saw a faint light on that must have been from the kitchen and waited for him to answer. After a few seconds I went to ring it again, but then the door swung open, my hand falling and causing me to stumble forward a bit as well, and right into Aaron. He looked slightly confused, but then furrowed his brows.

“Hey!” I smiled, and he grabbed my arm to make sure I didn't fall and then pulled me inside without a word. “Okay.” I said with a scoff as he shut the door. 

“You said you were going to leave two hours ago and that you would let me know when.” he said, anger very clear in his tone. His hand was still gripped around my arm, and I let out an exhausted sigh. 

“I know Aaron, I'm sorry, my phone died, and then we lost track of time.” I said trying very hard to focus on my words and how I was acting to not seem so fucked up, but I doubt it got past him. 

He dropped my arm and walked to the kitchen, I set my purse down on the table in the foyer and then followed him. I sat myself up on the counter, not wanting to embarrass myself by swaying if I attempted to stay standing. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, handing it to me, my fingers brushed his as I took it and I looked up at him with guilty eyes. “I am sorry I didn't mean to worry you.” he just pushed the glass to my mouth and I rolled my eyes as I took two large sips and held it between my hands. 

“Y/n you know I already worry when you are out anywhere, let alone a place you don't go often, and I asked you to do one fucking thing.” his eyes didn't lighten up at all and neither did his stature, he was still tense and clearly frustrated but also exhausted from no doubt waiting up to hear from me. 

I just looked down and set the glass on the counter. “I said I was careful and it's not like I wasn't with people, Aaron. I'm sorry okay? I don't know what you want me to say. I'm an adult though and I know you are just looking out for me, but it was an accident, it's not like I did it intentionally. I was actually having fun, and I genuinely lost track of time.” I defended myself and he just shook his head. He grabbed my phone and plugged it in for me and stayed quiet. That was probably when he was scariest. He wasn't the type to yell at me or want to argue endlessly, he would just get quiet. I raised my hand out to tug gently on his shirt, so he would come to stand in front of me. I grazed my hands up his chest and held them around his face to look at me. When his eyes finally landed on mine I smiled, I could tell it was just genuine worry and residual anger from the frustration he'd been sitting on all day. “I'm sorry. I came here when I realized my phone died because I couldn't wait to get home and charge my phone before talking to you again.” His hand came up to rest on my forearm. 

“It's fine, but never again ok? Keep a charger on you if you have to but I don't want this problem to come up again.” he stated rather than asked, and I nodded. 

“Yes Sir, I will have two phones from now on, I promise it won't happen.” I said still toughing it out as my head stayed spinning, but I continued to act as if I was a teen that was drunk around family. 

“You're very bad at acting sober.” he said as if he’d read my mind. I smiled and nodded. He pulled my arm from his face and kissed my hand. “You should get to bed, you're going to have a very tough morning.” he teased, and I frowned, not prepared for the night to come to an end and then have to deal with the consequences tomorrow. He went to lift me off the counter, but I stopped him, his hands still on my waist and our faces now closer to one another. I raised a hand again to cup his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed me back but pulled away shortly after, “You taste very strong.” he smiled, and I felt my face flush and I dropped my head on his shoulder as I let out a laugh. 

“Is it bad?” I asked with a worried look as he picked up my head and kissed my forehead. 

“It's tolerable, but I don't care for vodka.” He quipped, and I felt heat travel to my core at the fact he could tell exactly what I'd had from just one peck. I shook my head, and he went to help me down, but I once again stopped him. 

“Wait… I haven't seen you practically all week, I know you're tired, but please just a few more minutes.” I whined with a smile, and he nodded, lifting a hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. His fingers traveled from my ear to my chin and I leaned into his lips, kissing him once more, this time letting it linger awhile longer as he stroked my cheek with his thumb and our lips moved in sync. After a moment, I pulled back with a smile and looked up into his brown eyes. No matter how often I'd looked into them, I never failed to have butterflies take over my chest when our eyes would lock. “I love you.” I let out sheepishly, not quite realizing I’d said it in the moment. Then I saw the look on his face shift, and he leaned back a little. My eyes widened and I looked over his face. “Oh my god, I mean...” I tried to get down off the counter, but he pushed his hips forward, so I was trapped in. 

“Are you aware of what you're saying or should I plan to act normal when you forget about this tomorrow?” he said with a small, almost cocky smirk. 

I stayed quiet, not sure what to say, “Um- I… I don't want you to act normal. I may forget to be honest, but I don't… not mean it.” I said softly.

“I love you too, Y/n. And I'll be sure to remind you in the morning.” he grinned, and a huge smile grew onto my face. I pulled him in for a kiss, our bodies pressing against each other, and my arms traveling to wrap around his neck. He took the opportunity to pick me up off the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Eventually we pulled away, so he could carry me upstairs and to his bedroom. He set me down on the bed gently, and before he could move away I placed another small kiss to his lips and smiled. He went to grab a shirt of his for me, and I began to shed the work clothes I had been trekking around in all night. He handed me the shirt and I smiled as I slipped it on. Eventually getting all ready and slipping under the covers. Aaron came around the bed and laid next to me, pulling me into him as I snuggled up with my head and hand on his chest. “Goodnight sweetheart.” he said, kissing my head and then shutting off the light. I muttered a good night as my body floated on imaginary waves, not just because I was drunk, but also because I was in complete adoration for the man next to me and couldn't have been more comfortable as I drifted off.

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I woke up from the sun shining in from the window and frowned as I blinked slowly to let my eyes adjust to the light. Once I was able to see, I slowly sat up, putting a hand to my forehead as I felt the light headache take over and my stomach begin to ache as well. I looked around and saw Aaron wasn't in the room, but the bottle of medicine and a water bottle were on the nightstand. I quickly took it and sighed as the water eased the dryness in my throat and mouth. I looked at the time and saw it was a little past ten. After a few minutes, I got up and went to the bathroom, smiling in the mirror as I saw myself in Aaron's large shirt. I brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth before heading downstairs. I could hear the TV on as well as rustling in the kitchen. I smiled as I approached the kitchen and saw Aaron cooking some breakfast. I walked up to him quietly, wrapping an arm around his chest as I leaned up to rest my head on his shoulder. “Good morning.” I spoke softly.

 He looked over with a smile, placing a kiss to the top of my head, “Morning, how are you feeling?” 

I sighed as I moved to sit up on the counter next to him, “It's actually not too bad. Probably helps I'm here with you and not at my place alone.” 

He finished the eggs he was making and plated them for me and went to sit them down on the table. “That's good news, I tried to make food that was easy to keep down.” he teased with a smirk and I smiled. 

“I appreciate it.” I reached out a hand, and he grabbed it as he came back over, placing a kiss to it and then stepping closer to where he was between my legs that dangled from the counter. I leaned up to kiss him, and he returned the gesture, a hand traveling up the side of my thigh softly, I let out a small moan into the kiss and pulled back with a smile. After a few moments, I hopped down from the counter. “Awe, and you made coffee!” I joked, knowing he always had a pot ready for me when I woke up, no matter the occasion. 

“You should probably stick to water, but I know you won't listen.” he grabbed a mug for me and I smiled. Just then, my phone began to ring from the counter and I walked over, assuming it was one of the girls or something for work. 

“Will you pour me a cup while I get that.” I asked, batting my lashes playfully and he nodded. Going to pour the drink that quickly filled the air with its strong aroma. I picked up my phone, noticing it was a random number but didnt think anything of it since that wasn't a rare occurrence. 

“Hello?” I spoke out as I watched as Aaron set the cup on the table and went to plate his own food as well as pour his own drink. 

“Hey! Good to hear that sweet voice again.” I heard a gruff voice from the phone and furrowed my brows. I recognized the tone, but couldn't exactly think of who it was. 

“I'm sorry, who is this?” I asked politely. 

“Awe come on now Kelly, it's Jerry from last night.” the man spoke out playfully, and I immediately stood up straight, my eyes widening a bit as I kept my back to Aaron. 

“Oh right, sorry.” was all I said, still not turning to face Hotch. 

“That's okay, I bet you're having a rough morning anyway, ha! So what are you up to for the day? Want to get together for another drink later?” he questioned, and I cringed, hoping I could play it off, but also hoping my brooding boyfriend wasn't able to hear him on the line.

“Oh, um, sorry but tonight doesn't really work for me.” I said with a more hushed voice, not so much a whisper, but a quieter tone than I'd been conversing in previously. 

“Ah that's too bad, what about tomorrow, lunch?” he insisted once more, and I shut my eyes sighing. 

“Um tomorrows no good either, I have some friends coming over, look-” 

He cut me off with another inquiry, “Oh well, I could come over after your friends leave if that would work?” I was now really regretting giving him my number, assuming he would have just texted me, not thinking he may call, and I may actually answer. I was silent for a moment, trying to come up with another excuse. 

“Look, Jerry I-” I was cut off by a large hand grabbing my phone out of my own and I turned to see Aaron standing next to me. He raised the phone, keeping his eyes on mine. His brown eyes had deepened and the smile that'd been gracing his face a moment ago was now a firm, angry line and his brows were back to their furrowed positions. 

“She's unavailable, don't call again.” he said quickly in his deep, strict, profiler voice. He ended the call and then set my phone on the counter, staring me down and awaiting an explanation. 

“I- um… Aaron,” I stumbled over my words, not really sure how to describe the situation, and not being able to focus with his harsh eyes burning holes through me. “That was just a-” 

“Jerry. A guy you had drinks with?” he let out and I shook my head. 

“No, a guy I had one drink with, and it wasn't even a whole one it was just one little shot.” I corrected him with a small smile, hoping he would understand. “And a cigarette, but really that was all.” I added, his stance was intimidating me to the point I figured it best to put everything out there.

“How did he get your number?” he questioned, his tone not lightening up, and he was now slowly walking closer, causing me to back into the island. “One drink, and you gave it up to him?” he scoffed as he continued. 

I shook my head, “No, no, I didn't give it to him, Kelly did. See Aaron I was just being polite. He overheard our call and I even told him you were my boyfriend- husband actually was the word I used.” my smile remained as he looked over my body and back up to my eyes, tilting his head slightly. 

“You were being polite? Really? Okay, so why didn't you give him a fake number?” He pressed on and I sighed. 

“I was drunk Aaron, I was more concerned about getting away from him and getting home, I wasn't expecting him to call me I was just going to block him I swear. He was just some random old guy too, nothing to get upset about, I promise.” I pleaded with soft eyes, I could sense his jealousy, and as much as I should have been bothered by it, I was honestly a little turned on. 

I reached up to put my hands on his chest and flashed another smile, “You know I only ever want to be with you, I would never seriously pursue anyone else. Please don't be upset… Sir?” I added the name in an attempt to change the course of his anger and he just scoffed. 

He grabbed my wrists in one hand and used his other hand to pick me up onto the counter, I gasped at the sudden motion but smiled as he spread my knees apart and pushed his hips between them. “Next time you're polite to another man I won't let you off so easy.” he said firmly as he mocked me and I nodded eagerly. 

He didn't waste another second and pulled me in for a haste kiss. Our lips moved together with desperation and I went to move my hand, but his grip on my wrists tightened, and he held them down between us, my hands brushed against my core as well as the hardening bulge in his pants. I let out a moan, and he slid his tongue between my lips, deepening the kiss and eliciting another noise from my chest. I scooted forward as far as I could without falling from the counter, so my hands would be pushed tighter against us. He sucked in a quick breath before pulling away and roughly gripping up my thigh to push up my, or rather his shirt and grab the band of my underwear. I lifted my legs, so he could pull them down, and his mouth returned to mine. I tried moving my fingers to give myself any sort of friction, but he pulled back again and gave me a look. 

“Please Aaron it's been way too long.” I begged, and he smiled but shook his head, he pulled his shirt off me leaving me fully bare, and then grabbed my nice lace panties and ripped them, so he could tie my hands together behind my back with the fabric. My jaw dropped, and I gasped as he just gave a cocky smirk and then placed a light smack to my cheek. 

“Close your pretty little mouth before I make you take my cock in it.” I did as I was told, not that I would have minded the so-called punishment. “Good girl.” he said with a wink before moving to kiss me with force and run one hand through my hair and the other up my thigh.

 I felt his large fingers grip into the skin on my hips and then travel to my core that was probably leaving a wet mess all over the counter. His thumb went to rub my clit and my hips bucked into it, his other hand coming down to hold them in place as I breathed heavily into his kiss. His thumb rubbed slow circles, and I involuntarily pulled back to let out a moan as he teased me. He pulled his hand away, and my eyes opened quickly to look into his. His eyes were dark and full of lust with hints of jealousy remaining, which caused my heated core to throb even more. He raised a hand to brush over my lip before he placed a soft kiss to it and then pushed my shoulder back until I was laying down on the cold counter, I tried to move my hands beneath me to a spot they would be more comfortable, arching my back to give them room as well as give him better access. He grabbed my calves to bend my legs up onto the counter, and then wrapped around my thighs with a tight grip as he kissed down the insides of them. My heartbeat sped up as I waited for him to make his way to my center. I wasn't sure what his plan was, since I thought he was angry with me, but seemed to be enjoying the current course of action he was on. I felt goosebumps arise and a chill go down my body as he kissed above my clit. He gently licked over the sensitive bud and my body tensed. He was being so gentle and slow it was driving me crazy, and I was now catching on to his choice of punishment. 

“Aaron, please-” he cut off my whining with a smack to my thigh and I let out a huff. 

He lowered his head once again and began licking between my folds, letting his tongue trace slow circles around my clit before locking on my bundle of nerves, sending a shock wave through me that pushed a lustful moan out. I tipped my head back, my back arching even more as he picked up his speed, transitioning back to using his tongue to lick circles and soon pulling a hand around to dip two fingers into me. I groaned and smiled as he curled them up and moved them back and forth as he continued the motions on my clit. I already felt my first orgasm approaching and squeezed my brows together, mouth opening as I gasped at my core tightening around him and his fingers moving faster. I was worried about what he may be up and soon realized I was right. As soon as I got to the edge of my climax, he pulled away, and I let out a frustrated groan, opening my eyes to meet his and the sly smirk that rested on his face. 

“You're such a dick.” I complained, and his smirk faded, his hand pulling be up into a sitting position again and reaching to grip my jaw. 

“That's not very nice coming from someone who was just begging for more, I could easily leave you right here, hands behind your back and sitting in your own pathetic mess on the counter.” he said before lightly shoving my jaw as he dropped it and then reached to pull his shirt off. 

He leaned in to kiss me again and shoved his tongue between my lips once more, kissing me with hunger and pulling away with my lower lip between his teeth, he moved to my jaw and down my neck and chest before taking a nipple between his teeth. I winced and pulled back, but he just laughed and continued kissing around my breasts. Once he met my gaze again, he stepped back to pull me off the counter and leaned himself against it, pushing me down to my knees and rubbing his hardened cock through his pants. 

“Must be torture to not have any control, huh?” he mocked, and I rolled my eyes at the comment. 

“Whatever.” was all I said, and he tsked his tongue and shook his head. 

“The more attitude you give the farther away you get from cumming, little girl.” he quipped, and I frowned looking up at him through my lashes. He pulled his large length from his pants, and I felt my throat get dry as he leaned back with a groan and stroked it a few times before smiling down at me. 

“You know what to do, princess.” 

I smiled at the name and leaned forward, taking his cock between my lips and slowly moving down his shaft. I tried to get him back by going slow and hardly using any pressure, but his hand went into my hair, and he pushed my head down farther, gripping my hair, so he could regain complete control. I moaned onto him as I moved with his hand and picked up pace, pulling back to lick up the bottom of his cock and then sucking around the tip. He threw his head back with a deep groan, and I felt my own cunt practically dripping. I took him fully in my mouth once more and hummed around his length as he began to fuck my face and pick up speed as my saliva dripped around him and on the floor. After a few more deep thrusts, he pulled back and let out a large breath, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me to my feet. I grinned in anticipation and he shook his head. 

“God, you've been waiting for this all week haven't you?” He asked as he turned me around and pushed my hips into the countertop. 

“I thought about you all night, Aaron, even when that creep was talking to me, I only thought about the next time you would be fucking me.” I said, playing into his dirty talk, and he smacked my ass, earning a yelp from me. 

“You really are just a filthy slut, little girl.” he rubbed his hand over my ass and up my back, leaving chills behind his large hand as he then pushed me down onto my chest, my face laying on the icy counter and my hands still tied tightly behind me. 

“Yes Sir, but I'm only like this for you, no one else.” I was being extra nice now, hoping he would just fuck me already.

“So good to me too when you aren't trying to be a brat.” he remarked before I felt his tip line up with my entrance. 

After what felt like an eternity, he pushed fully into me, leaving no time to adjust before he started moving back and forth. I groaned out, my voice echoing against the marble, and I could practically feel him smirking. After a few normal thrusts he started going faster, his large cock hitting deep inside, and the angle from the counter and being on my stomach made it feel even deeper than normal. I let out another moan and squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel my orgasm approaching rapidly but knew if he didn't give any friction to my clit it wouldn't be a satisfactory one. He thrusted harder, my skin on the counter growing hot from the back and forth motions. 

“Please Aaron, touch m-” he gripped my hair and tugged on it to lead me up and his arm wrapped around my stomach.

I let out a loud moan at the new position and the depth he reached now that gravity was pulling me down onto his large cock. He thrusted at an animalistic pace, ramming up into me and putting pressure on my stomach. His hand slid down to my clit, and he rubbed slow circles to counteract the fast pace of his thrusts. 

“Fuck.” I let out with a small breath.

“I can feel you getting close, wouldn't it be fun if I just came inside you and then left you unfinished.” he joked, and I whined, shaking my head.

“No, please don't- shit.” I gasped as his hand on my clit sped up. “Please, Sir, let me cum I need to cum on your cock while you fill me up.” he continued his pace, his head leaning next to mine his hot breath on my cheek as his other hand came up to my throat. 

“Keep talking.” he smirked, and I swallowed as he applied a small amount of pressure around my neck. 

“Please Aaron, you're the only one that can make me cum this hard, even when I'm alone I only wish you were there, so I can ride your cock and feel you cum in me. I never want another man near me, I only want you. Please don't leave me alone.” I whined out in small gasps, and he let go of my throat, so he could grip into my hip and control his thrusts more. 

“God, I love how pathetic you sound when you want to cum.” he mocked as his hand on my clit matched his thrusts and I felt my orgasm creeping closer with every breath I took. 

I felt his cock twitch inside me and knew he was close as well, I squeezed around him, and he let out a moan. I almost fell forward as I felt my orgasm come crashing in, the waves of it running through me hard as I practically screamed out. His hand wrapped around me to keep me up, and his own release came soon after. He came with another groan, and I felt his hot cum fill my cunt. I let out deep breaths, and he did the same, staying in me for a few seconds as I leaned my head back against his chest. He placed a kiss to my cheek and neck before sliding out of me with a small grunt. I smiled as I caught my breath and opened my eyes. He turned me around and pulled me in for a kiss, his lips moving softly over mine as he untied my wrists. As soon as I was free, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged on his hair, moaning into the kiss and pushing my chest against his. I finally pulled away and looked up into his eyes, causing a flashback from the night before to roll in my head, and a smile came to my face.

 “I love you.” I spoke softly and he smirked as well. 

“I love you too.” he said, placing another peck to my mouth. “You aren't allowed to go out with the girls ever again unless I'm there, got it?” he stated, and I scoffed, trying to hide my red cheeks. 

“I wouldn't even dream of it, Agent Hotchner.”

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a/n tell me im good, tell me im good... seriously i feel like this is shit and makes no sense. In my defense i wrote this severly sleep deprived 

[rhaenella]

You & Me - Rhys Montrose x Reader - Part 18

Part 17 | Part 19

Summary: What happens when reader assassin is tasked with killing the possible future mayor of London; Rhys Montrose. Politician by day, Eat the Rich Killer by night. But he isn’t the only person wearing different masks. 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Violence, murder, immoral sociopathic behaviour, mentions of alcoholism, drug abuse and neglect, smut

Word count: 5.3k

A/N: at the end.

Song: Don’t You Know – Jaymes Young

A web of dark, menacing clouds drifted over London in the distance, a strong breeze slowly picking up. The air was still warm and humid thanks to the minor heat wave that had hit Southern England in the past two weeks. But as always, those warmer days would eventually conclude with a typical summer’s storm. 

You were on your way home from lunch with Claire, having only a couple more hours to get ready for tonight’s pretentious event where you would bring one of its guests to their demise.

With a slight hurry to your steps in an attempt to try to beat the oncoming rain, you turned the corner into your street, taking out your keys as you walked up to the entrance of your building. You glanced back twice at a sleek, black town car parked on the opposite side of the street, a driver waiting patiently in the front. Frowning and feeling a little suspicious, you turned the lock and entered your building. 

The stairs squeaked loudly as you climbed them up to the third floor of your flat. You immediately noticed that your front door was opened and you quietly made your way towards it, already guessing who it must be that had rather rudely broken into your flat. 

“Are you aware that breaking and entering can land you in the nick?” You asked, promptly closing your front door behind you.

Rhys didn’t look startled at your sudden entrance, lounging comfortably on your couch as he’d likely heard you making your way up the old and noisy stairs. He closed the work of fiction he’d been reading as he’d awaited your arrival. Your gaze zeroed in on the novel he’d picked out from your own bookcase, Normal People.

“Hello to you, too, darling,” Rhys smiled cheerfully.

You dropped your purse to the kitchen table with a sigh, raising a single, sceptical eyebrow at him. 

“One of the perks of growing up on a council estate,” Rhys shrugged. “You know how to pick a lock.”

“Well, good for you. Next time, please just wait until I give you the bloody key, will you?”

Rhys inclined his head, softly laughing at your mild annoyance. He put down the book on the coffee table before casually adjusting his cufflinks, directing your attention to the immaculate outfit he was wearing. A simple but elegant, black suit and tie with his shoes polished to a shine. Rhys always dressed well, but this was quite an extravagant choice for a simple Thursday night.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why are you dressed like that?”

Rhys grinned, standing up from his spot on your couch to slowly walk towards you, understanding hitting you at once.

“Oh, no,” you shook your head.

“Oh, yes.”

For fuck’s sake.

“No, absolutely not. You’re not coming with me tonight, Rhys,” you stated, your tone final.

You’d informed Rhys on your plan to attend the Sotheby’s event tonight — or the broad lines of it at least — over the phone the day before yesterday, not realising he would take that as an invitation to jovially tag along.

Rhys simply looked at you in amusement as he stood in front of you. “Why are you so opposed to the idea? I think it’ll be great fun, don’t you?”

You scoffed, meeting his eye. 

“Great fun? Rhys, you draw too much attention to yourself. All eyes would be on us,” you explained. “And by the way, how were you planning to get an invite on such short notice?”

Rhys obviously didn’t seem half as concerned with any of your objections as you were, an air of indifference hanging around him.

“First of all, you clearly underestimate me if you think I won’t be able to finagle an invite to Sotheby’s by myself,” Rhys started, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt at your low confidence.

“Second, all eyes will be on us soon, anyway. We can’t keep hiding from the media forever. Might as well beat them to the punch.”

You felt a slight nervous jitter run through you at the thought of the media and everyone’s eyes on you. Yes, you’d decided earlier that you were doing this, that you would openly support Rhys and stand by his side. But you’d secretly hoped there would be a bit more time. To pick a moment that wasn’t as delicate as a hit on one of the most prominent people in Big Pharma on a night when half of London’s aristocracy would be attending. 

It was already quite the bold move to kill Fernsby tonight, but you were prepared for it. However, you were not prepared for every guest in attendance to be watching your every move as you sauntered along the masses, accompanied by Rhys Montrose — awarded writer and presently favoured mayoral candidate. The chances of people recognising you from the online articles when you were by yourself were slim, but with Rhys by your side… No, you would never get to move around freely and unnoticed.

“I’ve not exactly counted on all the extra pairs of eyes on me. How do you expect me to be able to carry out my job when everybody is gawking at us?” 

“I have every faith in your abilities to work around that. You’re a lot smarter than all of those spoiled wankers in there,” Rhys countered.

You warmed a little at the compliment, but you wouldn’t be swayed by his charm so easily. Humming noncommittally, you turned to open your purse and empty its contents on the kitchen table in order to transfer them to your clutch later, carefully setting down the poison filled bottle of Chanel no. 5. 

Rhys reached out to touch your arm, tenderly stroking to get your attention, to get you to give in to him. You felt a familiar shiver at his touch and you immediately put some distance between you, opting to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Come on, darling. You haven’t even given me a kiss yet,” Rhys sighed.

“With the breaking and entering, and unequivocally inviting yourself to my private kill party tonight — I’m sorry but I don’t think you’re deserving of one,” you said, only half joking.

Rhys pouted. “That’s unfair. I haven’t seen you for days.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his whining tone, filling a glass with water and gulping it down in one go. You wanted nothing more than to rush into his arms and keep kissing him until your lungs were burning and screaming at you to break away and take a breath. A small part of you almost wanted to cave and allow him to accompany you tonight. You hated to admit it, but Rhys was right, it would be a hell of a lot of fun. If it wasn’t for the objections you’d already raised. 

So, you resisted. 

“You know you’re being unreasonable here, right?” Rhys asked from where he was now leaning against the table. 

“Oh, I’m being unreasonable?” You shot back.

“Definitely,” Rhys affirmed, nothing but playfulness in his voice. “Next thing, you won’t allow me to see you in that wonderful dress you’ve got laid out on your bed.”

You rolled your eyes at his blatant confession of snooping around your flat, putting the glass in the sink.

“Or worse, you won’t even let me taste you. Or,” he added, dramatic. “You won’t even let me smell you.”

The deep, gravel of his voice made you shiver again. God no, you definitely wanted him to. To have him come up to you, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent before attacking your skin with his soft, full lips. You would gladly welcome the feeling of his hands all over your body, his heat pressed to yours, pleasure coursing through both of you as your bodies moved to a perfectly timed rhythm. 

You were so lost in these sinful thoughts that you barely registered Rhys’ next words. Something about being able to find out what you would smell like from a distance, even if you’d ignore him for the rest of the evening. 

You didn’t think much of his words at first, but then the true meaning of what he’d said landed. What you would smell like. 

The perfume.

Your eyes widened, your body instantly turning around as panic surged through you. You burst out of the kitchen to find Rhys already holding up the bottle of Chanel no. 5 that you’d taken out of your purse. He was grinning, evidently proud of himself for having found a way to get you to come out. Rhys was completely unaware of the fact that he was about to smell a bottle filled with a deadly poison. A poison that could violently kill him on the spot within mere minutes.

“Rhys, don’t!” You shouted.

You seized hold of his wrist, forcefully grabbing the perfume bottle from him, hastily checking if the top was still securely shut. When you were sure that Rhys hadn’t yet managed to open it, you let out a sigh of relief, looking up into his puzzled eyes.

“You nearly poisoned yourself just now,” you breathed harshly, feeling your heart painfully hammer in your chest at the jump scare Rhys had given you.

The grin slowly fell off of his face, his brows furrowing. He looked from you to the bottle, analysing it intently as you held it protectively close to your body, afraid it could still potentially hurt him somehow. Rhys’ lips parted slightly in confusion, the lines on his forehead prominent as he apparently couldn’t comprehend making the grave mistake of mixing up a perfume bottle with poison.

“It’s supposed to pass for perfume,” you explained, chest heaving from the sudden adrenaline rush. “I had it made exclusively for tonight.”

Rhys nodded lightly, breaking out of his frozen state. The concern in his blue eyes was unmistakable as he took in the alarm in your own eyes and the tense line in your shoulders. He slowly reached out to take the bottle from you, but you flinched back instinctively.

“I’ll be more careful this time,” Rhys promised, voice steady. 

You allowed Rhys to slowly take the bottle from you and he carefully turned it around in his palm.

“What’s in it?” Rhys asked.

“Aconite.”

He winced. “Causes seizures, right?”

“No, instant heart attacks,” you corrected.

Rhys glanced over the bottle once more before setting it a safe distance away on the kitchen table. Next thing you knew, you felt his arms pull you close to his body, enveloping you in an embrace. Rhys knew the panic in your voice had been too real to simply brush off the moment and move on. He mentally scolded himself for being so careless, for scaring you like that. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Rhys whispered, placing a reassuring kiss to your forehead. 

You immediately relaxed in his embrace, your breathing going back to normal as you focused on the warmth of his body against yours. 

“Fuck,” you breathed into his shoulder, chuckling a little. “You scared me there for a minute.”

“I know,” he said.

Rhys’ hands found yours and he squeezed them reassuringly, the corners of his lips quirking up slightly.

“On the bright side, I finally get to hold you in my arms,” Rhys quipped, lightening the mood.

You snorted, shaking your head at him. “You’re impossible sometimes, you know that?”

Nevertheless, you cupped his jaw, bringing your mouth up to his. Rhys made a satisfied noise against your lips, it had been days, though it had felt like months to him. It was a soft, slow glide of lips that desperately made you want to deepen the kiss. To have him. All of him.

The touch of Rhys’ feathery light hands as they travelled up your arms to cup both of your cheeks made you want to lean into him further. And if it was up to Rhys, he would’ve kept kissing you, touching you — do everything in his might to make you feel good. But you couldn’t let him, painfully acknowledging the fact that you had to get ready for tonight’s event at some point. 

Placing one, two, three more kisses on his lips, you reluctantly stepped away from him, creating some distance to get your mind to focus on the task in front of you. Unfortunately, that task didn’t include Rhys. 

“As much as I enjoy this, I need to start getting ready,” you answered Rhys’ questioning gaze.

He obviously wanted more from you. Just like you did from him. But no. You would not get distracted. 

“Of course,” he agreed begrudgingly. 

“So, you’re all set, then? Location, a way in, weapon of choice, a stunning dress, an exit strategy,” Rhys summed up all of the necessities.

“Yes. Like I said, I just need to start getting ready. Preferably without you distracting me,” you accused lightly, trying to move past him but he blocked your way.

“You’re missing one important thing for tonight, darling. Absolutely crucial if you want this kill to be a success.”

You tilted your head to the side, noting his serious expression as you searched his face.

“Oh? And what’s that?” 

Rhys smirked. “A date.”

You rolled your eyes before shooting him a look. Rhys barked a laugh, unable to suppress it at your sheer exasperation.

“Nice try. But I’ve got everything covered and I don’t need you for this.”

That made Rhys look at the remnants of the pile of information you had gathered on Fernsby that were still scattered around the rug-covered floor. You followed his gaze, knowing full well he’d gone through some of the documents whilst he’d waited for you. He’d already admitted to having sneaked a peek at your dress for tonight, so it wasn’t a big leap. Rhys confirmed it not even a second later.

“Interesting man, that Fernsby.”

“You know him?” You couldn’t help but ask, curious despite yourself.

“Can’t say that I do. But I know of him. I’m assuming your Ms. Edwards isn’t a fan?”

He warily glanced at the perfume bottle and you had to stifle a laugh at the slight pursing of his lips. He was clearly still more than a little displeased with the fact that he had nearly and unwittingly offed himself.

“No, she’s not. And that’s really all you need to know. Now, if you don’t mind,” you urged, gesturing blindly to indicate him moving out of your way.

Rhys hummed, completely disregarding you as he remained exactly where he was, his mischievous eyes unabashedly raking your figure. You stubbornly tried to ignore how the undeniable desire emanating from him made you want to peel off all of his fine-tailored clothes. What was it with men wearing suits that made them even more attractive?

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

You shot him another pointed look to which Rhys only smirked in return.

“Like you’re undressing me with your eyes.”

“You’d rather I undress you with my hands?” Rhys murmured, moving closer.

Please, your mind screamed. 

“No,” you answered instead.

Rhys hummed again, brushing your hair off of your shoulder. “I don’t think I believe you.”

He moved even closer to you, your breath catching at the feeling of his warm breath on your neck, just like you’d imagined earlier.

“Rhys,” you warned.

“I can have my driver drop us off at the event. That will save you at least thirty minutes of public transport. Precious time we can spend doing other things.”

Rhys emphasised his tempting words by sliding his hand from your shoulder, past your neck to possessively land on your throat. You shuddered when he squeezed lightly, teasing, making your pupils dilate perceptibly. Your resistance was dwindling with each touch, and he knew it. Damn him.

“What about the other guests,” you stammered, a final and futile attempt at resisting him. 

“Forget about them, Y/N. Trust in yourself and in your capabilities. I’ll be there to assist you, or cause a massive distraction, if need be,” Rhys grinned.

He leaned in to brush his lips against your cheek, softly kissing his way down to your neck, hands sliding down your curves to hold onto your hips.

“You’re gonna keep being a childish pain in the arse until I allow you to come, aren’t you?”

“Very perceptive,” Rhys confirmed, placing a lingering kiss to your neck. “You might as well give in now, Y/N. I can be very persuasive.”

Inwardly, you couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words, immediately thinking back to what Claire had said earlier about Rhys. You were definitely not strong enough to say no to him. Especially not now that you knew what kind of pleasure he could give you.

You bit down a moan threatening to escape as he started to suck on the delicate skin below your ear. 

That’s it.

You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Why don’t you show me?”

Rhys leaned back to look you in the eye. His fingers dug deeper into your hips and his eyes glazed over with passionate lust the moment he knew you were serious. He smirked triumphantly and it almost made you want to revoke your consent if it wasn’t for the insistent heat already pooling between your legs at his proximity.

“With pleasure,” he said, low. 

Rhys brought his hand to the back of your head, holding you firmly in place as he crashed his lips to yours. You whimpered at the brutal assault of his mouth, his other arm coming around you to pull you even closer, twining the two of you together.

He wasn’t holding back now that you gave him full permission to simply ravage your mouth. And you didn’t want him to, your hand grabbing the base of his neck, holding him close. Kissing deeply and with intent, Rhys’ tongue danced with yours, swallowing each other’s sinful noises. In the back of your mind, you quietly wondered how you could have ever let your nerves for the media’s attention win over having this — having him.

Rhys drove you backwards and you stumbled back until you landed onto the couch with a breathy laugh. Grinning, Rhys crowded over you, finding your mouth again. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, anchoring him in place, licking into his mouth. You couldn’t get enough of him, your hands dipping underneath his suit jacket. He moved back to quickly shrug it off, letting the garment fall to the floor before diving back in, sweeping his tongue against yours, all-consuming. 

You traded kisses like that, like you didn’t have to breathe, completely addicted to each other’s taste.

Shifting underneath him, you suggestively nudged his already half-hard cock, making him hiss into the kiss as lust fired straight through him. You broke the kiss to let out a soft laugh, repeating the motion deliberately, smiling as you playfully bit at his mouth. 

“Who’s persuasive, now?” You chuckled.

“The jury’s still out, darling,” Rhys shot back, smiling cheekily.

Rhys’ hand slid underneath the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric higher and higher, providing him with access to newly exposed skin. He moved lower, placing kisses all over your stomach. Urging you to arch your back, Rhys unclasped your bra, immediately sucking a nipple into his mouth. You keened, cradling his head, your hips moving against his out of their own accord, making him groan into the velvet of your skin.

Soon, all of your clothes were a disregarded mess on the floor, including Rhys’ very expensive suit. You faintly registered one of his three hundred pounds cufflinks clank onto the wooden floor a few metres away from you. Neither you nor Rhys paid it any mind as he sucked a bruising kiss in between your breasts.

“Tell me a secret,” you gasped, repeating the words that had previously succeeded in eliciting the truth from both of your souls. “How long have you been planning to tag along?”

You could feel his mouth break into a wide, boyish grin as he nipped along the skin of your ribs. 

Rhys glanced up at you, eyes dancing with amusement. “Since you took the call.”

You groaned, throwing your head back against the pillow, exasperated. Rhys laughed, continuing to kiss his way down your body. 

“You better earn your plus one status, Mr. Montrose,” you challenged.

In response, light fingertips brushed your clit, nearly making you jump out of your skin. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he pushed your thighs wider, making a space for himself.

“Oh, I certainly will, Miss Y/L/N,” he promised, his mouth descending on your wanting core. 

You gasped at the feeling of his plump lips closing around your clit, suckling sweetly. Rhys moved down through your already slick folds, lapping up the wetness before tracing his tongue back up and around your clit, repeating the movements relentlessly.

Fire and want slammed through you, Rhys maintaining eye contact as he expertly ate you out, his sparkling blue eyes betraying how much he enjoyed seeing your pleasure-stricken face. Your hips bucked involuntarily, Rhys snaking an arm around them to hold you down. Your own arm gave out beneath you and you fell back to the couch with a loud moan.

Your whole focus zeroed in on Rhys and his perfect mouth on you, unable to think of anything else. The way he managed to learn how to work your body in such a short span of time, it was honestly remarkable. He was able to coax your pleasure to highs you hadn’t known were possible before you’d met him.

Your hands held onto the cushions for dear life as Rhys’ tongue kept insistently flickering against your clit. Your internal muscles clenched around nothing and you whimpered at the emptiness.

“More, please,” you moaned.

Rhys hmmed against your clit, sending a wave of delicious vibrations against your bundle of nerves. You let out a wanton noise, his fingers obliging your request as they delved into you.

The added pressure of his long fingers filling you up, it was almost too much, and you writhed beneath him. Rhys tightened his hold on your hips though, keeping you pressed to his mouth, unable to escape his touch.

He quickly built up your high, your increasing moans and your inner walls clenching around his fingers functioning as prime indicators of your fast-approaching orgasm. But just as you were about to tumble over the edge, Rhys relented, slowing his fingers and the movement of his mouth. 

“What—” you protested, dazed.

He withdrew his fingers from inside you, slowly and deliberately licking them clean.

“I’ll let you come, if you let me,” he said, a wicked little gleam in his eyes.

Was he bloody serious? Hadn’t you already given into him, essentially allowing him to come with you tonight? What else did the bastard want? You stared him down, eyes narrowing.

Rhys waited patiently for your answer, completely unbothered by his own nuisance as he placed open-mouthed kisses to your inner thigh, biting softly before smoothing over it with his tongue.

You groaned, trying to move your hips to chase his slowly retreating mouth that kept moving farther away from where you needed him most. Rhys smirked down at you, pressing your hips down into the couch with an even firmer grip in retaliation.

“Please,” you begged, turning completely submissive underneath him, desperate for his touch.

Rhys absolutely loved it when you fully gave in to him, granting him the power over your body and pleasure, trusting that he would make you feel so fucking good. Even if he could be a goddamn tease. 

“I need verbal confirmation, Y/N.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned again. “Yes. Yes, you can come with me to the fucking most ostentatious event of the decade.”

Rhys smiled, relishing your obedience. 

“Now, was that so hard?”

You were about to answer him with a snarky remark, but whatever you were about to say left your brain the moment his mouth was back on your heat, his fingers resuming their unforgiving pace inside of you. 

Your hand shot out to grab hold of his arm that was still coiled around your lower stomach to keep your body down. Rhys focused all of his efforts on rubbing against the one spot inside you that made your nails dig painfully deep into the delicate skin of his wrist, adamant in bringing you over the edge. His lips closed around your clit, sucking, and you made a choked sound, suddenly there.

“Rhys,” you cried out, everything in your body pulling tight and hot. 

A blistering wave of pleasure took you under, making you gasp for air, Rhys’ edging tactics surely having heightened the intensity of your orgasm. Rhys gentled you through it, mouth still moving over you, but lighter as you slowly came down. 

After a few delirious moments, you came back to your senses. Rhys’ chin was perched on top of your thigh, openly admiring you with a smile, evidently proud of his accomplishment of reducing you to a mumbling, moaning mess. 

“Don’t look so smug.”

“Ah, but I managed to persuade you, didn’t I?”

“Oh, shut up,” you murmured, grabbing onto his neck to pull him up.

He gladly followed your lead, capturing your lips once his face was at your level. You faintly tasted traces of yourself on his tongue, that in and of itself arousing you once again.

Rhys simply kissed you for a while, allowing you a moment before he would give it his all to give you another mind-altering orgasm. 

You sighed into the kiss, running your hands up and down his chest. Rhys dipped down to kiss along your jaw, over your chin and back up to your mouth. 

“Rhys,” you breathed, biting down on his lower lip, tugging in invitation. 

Your blunt nails scratched down his back, your legs rewrapping themselves around his waist as you moved your hips to grind against his length. Rhys didn’t need any more urging than that. 

His fingers wrapped around your upper thigh as he positioned your bodies, lining himself up before slowly sinking inside of you. You gasped, still sensitive down there. 

Rhys set up an excruciating rhythm, slow but deep and thorough, making you feel every inch of him. 

Your hips moved up to meet his thrusts, your fingers digging into his muscled shoulders as Rhys held your gaze, his blue eyes almost black. You were captivated by them, getting lost in the intensity of his stare. You felt as if he looked directly into your bare soul, knowing precisely what to do and how to move to make you feel like you could explode.

“Y/N,” Rhys panted, dropping his forehead to yours. 

He produced the most magnificent, sinful sounds out of pure and utter bliss as you squeezed around him. 

Hearing Rhys let out those low, hoarse grunts of pleasure and feeling the sureness of his deep, methodical thrusts, it easily helped build up that familiar knot inside of you once more, ready to burst any second. You moaned his name, reclaiming his lips. Sensing you were close, Rhys moved his free hand between you.

His thumb played over your clit with just the right amount of pressure, sending you over the edge all over again, moaning into his mouth. Rhys fucked you through it, gradually picking up his pace to chase his own orgasm. He came soon after, his rhythm stuttering as he thrust into you once, twice before bottoming out, trembling against you as he spilled his seed inside of you.

Both of your chests were heaving as you tried to catch your breath, sweat beading between your bodies. 

You closed your eyes for a short moment, and when you re-opened them, you found Rhys staring at you, damp curls all over the place as he looked at you like you were a miracle. You were already flushed from your intense sexual activities, but if you weren’t, you’d sure as hell flush at the sight of him. 

Rhys moved, slipping out of you and rearranging your bodies on the couch, having you lay partially on top of him, your head over his steadily beating heart. You sighed, tangling your legs with his. 

Neither one of you said anything for a moment, quietly basking in the blissful afterglow. You were the first to break the silence a few minutes later.

“It’s never been like this for me,” you whispered.

You didn’t have to specify any further, Rhys immediately understanding what you meant. 

“Me neither,” he admitted.

The connection between you, it opened up realms of feeling, and ultimately pleasure that you’d never experienced with anyone else in your life. You were attuned to his soul, and his to yours. Like a sweet melody only the two of you could hear, no one else in the world privy of the beautiful, encapsulating, and oh so hypnotising song.

Soulmates, Claire had said. And in this moment, you almost wanted to believe her. 

You silently traced patterns over his chest, Rhys combing through your hair with a remarkable delicacy. You wanted to stay in this moment forever. But of course, you couldn’t. There was still the pending murder of Mr. Daniel Fernsby. He had to die — tonight.

Rhys apparently paralleled your thoughts, and officially chose to shatter your illusions of just staying here and ignoring reality for a little while longer with his next words.

“Come on, we have to get ready,” Rhys softly urged you to get up and subsequently move away from the warmth of his chest. 

You groaned in response. “I’m never moving again.”

The vibrations of his contagious laughter rumbled through you, a feeling of all-consuming happiness enveloping you at the mere sound of it, making your answering smile stretch from ear to ear. 

“I don’t think you have much of a choice, darling.”

“What do you mean? I can decide what I do and don’t do perfectly well for myself, thank you.”

He chuckled. “I know. And you’ve already decided previously to get this job done tonight.”

Rhys tightened his arms around you, and it was the only warning you got before he hoisted himself up, taking you with him.

“Rhys,” you squealed at the suddenness, coiling yourself around his body like a koala bear, afraid of dropping to the floor and landing on your bare arse. 

“There’s work to be done, darling. And I for one cannot wait to finally see you in your element up close,” he answered, carrying you to your ensuite bathroom, walking past your bed where your dress was laid out.

You huffed. Of course now that you’d allowed him to come with you, he was all of a sudden very impatient to get a move on. Typical.

“You act as if you’ve just won first-class tickets to a world-renowned theatre production.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?” 

You snorted. “I guess it depends on one’s definition of the word entertainment. Now, put me down, you arse.”

Rhys chuckled at your demanding tone, nevertheless setting you down in front of your bathroom cabinet. You looked up at him and Rhys leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. 

“I would happily join you in the shower, but I fear we might get distracted again,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I think you might be right,” you laughed. “I’ll be quick and then the shower’s all yours.”

He gave you one more, brief kiss before turning to leave so you could finally get ready for the event, his parting smile promising an evening full of excitement. 

Turning around, you glanced up at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was all over the place, your bright eyes shone with joy, and there was a faint blush present on your cheeks. You looked properly fucked, that’s for sure. 

You shook your head with a soft laugh, quickly turning on the shower and grabbing your hairbrush to try and untangle the mess on top of your head. You had approximately one hour before you had to leave, you deduced as you’d registered the time on the clock in your bedroom when Rhys had carried you past it.

Let’s see what the rest of the night will have in store.

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A/N: I finished drafting this chapter around 2 am. I don’t know if that explains anything but ah, well. I hope you enjoyed it! And please do let me know if you have any other ideas for this fic, or things you would like to see happen. I have a rough outline of where I want the story to go, with a few more plot points to incorporate. I’m thinking, maybe around 9/10 more chapters? Unless someone has a great idea for another storyline ;) So, let me know if you do!

Or just ideas for a different fic altogether… I’m open to ideas. Anyways, thank you for reading and embarking on this journey with me, it means the world to me!