#if he would marry someone it would only be me

[definitelysel]

PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius… 

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,”  He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking.  It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish.  On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!? 

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles. 

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

©definitelysel

[luv-sims]

love affair.

⋆ ✩₊˚ ʚ♡ɞ ˚₊✩⋆

you return home for the summer, relieved to be away from university stress. you notice a handsome new neighbour moving in across the street, lee heeseung, moving in with his daughter, sumi. of course- you can only assume heeseung is married and avoid your growing attraction, spending your whole summer lusting over someone you have the hots for- not ideal.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ lee heeseung x fem reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings | lowercase intended, age gap (21 and 27), 18+, smut, smut, smut!! (18+ only.) mdni please!! idk if I’ll write 18+ content again bc it was so so hard to do, not edited^^

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the summer sun casted a warm glow over the suburban neighborhood as you pulled into your parents' driveway, the familiar sight bringing a sense of comfort and nostalgia. it was good to be home after a long, tiresome, hair-pulling semester at university.

you step out of your car and stretched out your limbs, relishing the feeling of being free from academic stress, and gross frat boys for at least for a few months.

as you grabbed your filled to the brim bags from the trunk, you notice a moving truck parked across the street. curiously, you found yourself glancing over and saw a tall, handsome man with big eyes, kinda resembling a deer, you think, directing the movers. he was absolutely striking, with dark hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead and a smile that seemed to light up his whole face. you couldn't help but stare, feeling your heart skipping a beat, he was probably one of the most attractive men you have seen in your 21 years of living.

"hey, y/n!" your mother called from the front door, breaking her reverie. "welcome home honey!"

"hi, mom!" you replied, tearing your gaze away from the new neighbor. you walked up the path, your mind still lingering on the man across the street.

inside, the familiar scent of your mother's cooking filled the air. you let out a relieved sigh as you quickly plopped your bags in the hallway and hugged her mother tightly as she let out a surprised gasp.

"it's so good to have you home," your mother said, beaming. "i've missed my little princess so much."

"i've missed you too mom," y/n replied, though still spaced out with thoughts still wandering to the man across the street, you hadn’t seen him around your small suburban area at all, if you had you know for a fact you would’ve remembered..

that evening, as you sat on the porch with your mom and dad catching up, you saw the man again. this time, he was accompanied by a little girl, who couldn't have been more than six years old. the girl was absolutely adorable, with a head full of curly hair and pigtails with a bright, infectious smile. y/n watched as the man scooped her up and spun her around,booping his nose with hers as her laughter echoing through the neighborhood.

"that's lee heeseung," your mother says, noticing your focused gaze. "he just moved in across the street. seems like a young nice man."

your mom says throwing you a knowing glance, with makes you roll your eyes in a playful annoyed manor.

the sight was a bit disappointing, don’t get me wrong- the little girl and her father just looked absolutely adorable, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little sad the man was taken with a family, and you were definitely not about to thirst over a married man that lives right across the road with a family.

you nodded at your mother’s words after a long pause, unable to take your eyes off him, though you felt a little guilt. there was something about heeseung that intrigued you, a magnetic force towards him that you couldn't quite explain as you’ve never felt anything like this before.

“y/n, are you listening?” your dad says snapping you out of your thoughts.

you sigh as you block heeseung out of your mind.

“yup.”

over the next few days, you found herself watching heeseung and his daughter, sumi, from a distance. they seemed to have a very close bond, and you often saw them playing on their trampoline in their yard or walking hand-in-hand down the street to go get ice cream from the neighbourhoods convenience store. despite your curiosity, you felt a pang of guilt each and every time you looked their way. heeseung must be married, you reasoned with yourself. a man that handsome and good looking, with a beautiful replica daughter, surely had to have a stunning wife.

"good morning, neighbour.”

on one summer morning, as you were watering the plants in your front yard, as your mother had ordered and the sun shining on your bare back, probably leaving tan lines on your tank top straps, you heard a voice behind you. you felt goosebumps crawling up on your skin as you heard that familiar soft tone.

you turned to see heeseung standing at the edge of your driveway, a charming smile on his face. up close, he was even more attractive, with warm brown eyes and a chiseled jawline.

you stared him down like a hungry beast, but hey- it wasn’t your fault he decided to walk around in just a pair of sweatpants.

he had also been studying you for a while, his eyes stopping at your exposed neck as your hair had been tied back.

"good morning," you replied feeling extremely flustered, trying to keep your voice steady as it could possibly be.

"i'm lee heeseung," he said, extending a hand. "just moved in across the street."

you stared at his hand, it had looked very big compared to yours as he held it in his palm as you shook hands, the veins in his muscular hands bulging out making you want to scream, god- you were going absolutely crazy over a married man and it was not good.

"y/n," you replied, shaking his hand. his grip was firm, and you felt a jolt of electricity at his touch. "welcome to the neighbourhood heeseung!." you say in the cheeriest tone you can muster up- and you pray he doesn’t hear the nervousness in your voice.

"thanks," heeseung said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "i see you've noticed my little doppelgänger, sumi. she keeps me on my toes."

you laughed in complete and utter embarrassment. could this possibly get any worse? you think, there was no way in hell he had seen you basically watching him and sumi play everyday he had been here so far.

"she's adorable. you two seem very close, she’s too cute to not pay attention to!” you say trying to cover up your tracks.

"we are super close," heeseung replied, a hint of sadness flickering into his glossy bambi eyes. "it's just us two nowadays."

your heart ached at his words, and you felt a surge of empathy for him. "i'm sorry," you said softly.

it couldn’t have been easy, having an absent wife, you thought.

heeseung smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "it's okay. we're doing fine."

“well i hope you guys make up-“ before you can finish your sentence, you get cut off by the sound of sumi calling for her dad.

“sorry y/n, i’ll see you around! duty calls.”

he says before saluting you with a gentle smile which made your heart thump, leaving you with a warm feeling growing in your chest.

as the summer days flashed by, days turned into weeks, your and heeseung's paths crossed quite frequently. you exchanged pleasantries and shared small talk, each encounter laced with an undercurrent of tension that was almost impossible for you to ignore. you found herself drawn to him, your thoughts consumed by his smile, his laughter, and the way he interacted with sumi, so affectionate and loving.

despite your growing attraction, you kept your distance. you couldn't shake the feeling that your feelings for heeseung were wrong, given that he was likely married. you saw no sign of a woman around the house, but you had assumed his wife must be at work or away due to a fight, assuming heeseung’s last words about her.

one warm evening, as you sat onto your porch, lost in deep thought, heeseung approached you quietly. his expression was serious, and your heart began to race with nervousness and confusion, why was he here?

"y/n, can we talk?" he asked, his voice low and hesitant.

"sure," you replied, almost whispering. your mind racing with possibilities. has he had enough of your staring? or even worse- you’re making sumi uncomfortable-

you snap out of your thoughts as heeseung clears his throat, trying to gain your full attention.

heeseung sat down beside you, his gaze intense making you shiver in anticipation. "i've noticed you've been avoiding me," he said. "did i do something wrong?" he says with a hurt expression.

your heart sank. you hadn't meant to make him feel that way. "no, heeseung, it's not that. it's just.. nothing that concerns you.”

“it concerns me if you’re avoiding me y/n." heeseung asked, his eyes searching yours with furrowed brows.

you took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. "i feel something towards you, heeseung. i can’t help it even though i tried. but i know you're married, and i don't want to cause any more trouble for you and your wife- so please just forget about this." you ended with a pleading, embarrassed self.

heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, and then after 1 whole minute of silence, he burst out laughing. your cheeks burned with embarrassment, this is exactly what you were afraid of. what’s the worst that can happen people say? this.

heeseung notices your quiet demeanour and quiets himself down still smiling brightly. "married? i'm not married, y/n," heeseung said, still chuckling. "sumi's mother and i separated a long time ago. it's just me and sumi now."

your eyes widened in shook, your heart soared at his words, but you still felt a twinge of doubt. he has a daughter, and you’re a stranger. there’s no future for you two at all.

"but i see how happy you and sumi are. i don't want to get in the way of that, heeseung."

heeseung's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. "y/n, you could never get in the way. in fact, i'd love for you to be a part of our lives, haven’t you seen the way i’d been looking at you and talking to you the first few weeks we were here?”

a flustered smile fell on your face as you looked into heeseung's earnest gaze. "i was so afraid my feelings were wrong," you whispered.

"they're not wrong," heeseung said, his voice low and an unfamiliar tone. "i feel the same way about you, y/n. i've been drawn to you from the moment we met, and it took me this long to realize but i’m here now.”

your heart pounded in her chest as heeseung leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a heated-passion filled kiss. the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their connection deepening with each passing second.

with the misunderstanding was finally cleared, your relationship with heeseung blossomed. you spent more time together, your bond growing stronger with each shared moment. heeseung's teasing nature and quick wit kept you on your toes, while your warmth and compassion brought more light into his life.

one bright afternoon, you found yourself at heeseung's house, helping him unpack the last of the moving boxes. sumi was playing in the backyard, her laughter a joyful melody in the background as you and heeseung shared kisses and hugs.

"thanks for helping me with this," heeseung said, wrapping his hands around your waist, his eyes sparkling with gratitude. "i don't know what i would have done without you."

you gave heeseung a warm smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "it's my pleasure hee. besides, it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you." you say wiggling your eyebrows.

heeseung grinned, his teasing tone returning. "oh, so you need an excuse now?"

your eyes rolled playfully. "you know what i mean."

as you both worked, the air between them was charged with an undeniable tension. every brush of your hands, every shared glance, seemed to ignite a spark that neither of you could ignore.

finally, as you finished unpacking, heeseung turned to you, his expression serious. "y/n, there's something i've been wanting to tell you."

you frowned at the serious tone and put your hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"what is it?"

heeseung took a deep breath, his gaze intense. "i haven't felt this way about anyone in a long time, ever since sumi’s mom left me, i’ve felt emotionally unavailable but then you- you make me feel alive, y/n. i want to be with you, and i want you to be a part of sumi's life too."

you felt tears brimming into your eyes as you reached out to cup his face in your hands. "i feel the same way, heeseung. i want to be with you, too."

your lips met in a passionate kiss, the world around them fading into the background. it was a kiss filled with promise and hope, a declaration for your shared future together.

you both quickly separated as you heard sumi’s little foot steps running inside. “daddy, can i please go over to yunah’s house for a bit! she has the new little mermaid movie on her tv!”

heeseung chuckled and pat her head, “go ahead baby, but i’m coming in 2 hours to get you okay?”

sumi squeaked excitedly as she hugged you and heeseung goodbye before running back to her friend.

“we should organize some more hee,” you say turning your back over to him as you felt something in the air shift.

you knew he was watching you, taking in your curve as the sundress you picked this morning just for heeseung hugged you body. the silence hung heavy between you as the air grew thick with anticipation.

heeseung approached you, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. your heart raced as he stopped just behind you, his presence filling the space between them with electric energy.

you felt his hands gentle on your waist, his touch sending a jolt through your body. he pulled you slowly towards him, your back pressing against his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted this," he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear.

you visibly shuddered at his words, a tingling sensation spreading between your thighs. you knew the tension had been building for the both of you, and tonight you were done pretending it wasn’t there and ready to explore what had been simmering below the surface.

you turned your head slightly, your lips brushing his earlobe as you whispered back, "then take what you want, hee." it was an invitation, a challenge, and a surrender all at once.

heeseung's hands tightened on your waist, his fingers digging slightly into your soft flesh. he spun you around to face him, both your bodies now flush against each other. his eyes searched yours, a question hanging in the air, to which you responded by rising on your toes and capturing his plump lips with yours.

the kiss was fiery and passionate, your mouths moving urgently against each other. you could taste the sweetness of his strawberry flavoured chapstick you gifted him as your tongues danced together. you moaned into his mouth as you felt his hands moving down your body, cupping her ass and pulling you tightly against his growing boner.

breaking the kiss, heeseung trailed hot, wet kisses along your jawline and down your neck. "you have no idea how many times i've thought about doing this," he murmured, nipping at the sensitive skin of your shoulder. you let out a soft giggle, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling up within you.

"then show me," you challenged, your eyes sparkling with desire.

heeseung's responded by lifting you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter. he stood between your legs, your bodies still pressed intimately together. his hands found the hem of your dress and slowly began to slide it upward, his eyes never leaving yours.

“you wore this for me huh?” he says looking at you with his lust filled gaze as you shyly nodded.

“god- you’re so perfect-“ heeseung kisses you softly.

you raised your arms, allowing him to lift the dress over your head, leaving you bare before him except for a lace thong. his eyes devoured you, taking in the swell of your breasts, the beauty marks on your body, and the curves of your hips.

"you're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.

you smiled, feeling confident and powerful under his intense gaze. "touch me," you commanded, your voice low and desperate for anything at this point.

heeseung needed no further encouragement. his hands found your breasts, palms brushing against the sensitive peaks as his thumbs gently massaged the soft flesh. you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips as pleasure began to coil within you.

his hands continued their exploration, tracing a path down your body until they reached the thin strip of lace hiding your most intimate place. he hooked his fingers into the fabric, slowly pulling it down your legs, his eyes fixed on the treasure that was now revealed to him.

you felt your breath quicken as you felt the cool air against your wet center. you watched as heeseung's fingers gently parted your folds, his eyes darkening with desire as he saw the proof of your arousal. he leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to taste you, and moaned as your flavors exploded on his taste buds.

he ate you out slowly, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on your clit as he savored your sweetness. you gripped his shoulders, your head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over you. you could feel your orgasm building, a coil of tension in your lower belly, and you knew you were close.

heeseung sensed it too, his tongue flicking faster, his breath hot against your sensitive bud. you cried out, your body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you boneless and sated.

but heeseung wasn't done. he stood, removing his shirt and kicking off his shoes. you watched, your breath catching in your throat as he unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his hard dick.

he returned to stand between your legs, his length pressing against her wet center. you whimpered, needing him inside you. heeseung teased you with a smirk on his face, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, collecting your juices, before slowly pushing inside.

you gasped at the sensation of being stretched and filled. heeseung paused,

“are you good, i can pull out if you-“

“no-no, please just move” you whisper against his lips as he leans down to kiss you.

allowing you a moment to adjust to his size, he starts beginning to move as he clasps his hands with yours. he thrust slowly at first, building a steady rhythm as he pushed in and out of you throwing his head back.

your eyes locked, each lost in the pleasure of the other. you met his thrusts, your hips rising to greet each drive, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. you could feel the same tension building in you as you clawed at his back, heeseung's thrusts became much more harder and faster as you let out squeaks.

"cum for me," he groaned, his voice hoarse as his hands gripped your hips tightly.

you cried out as the orgasm swept through you, your body shaking uncontrollably as she clenched around him. heeseung thrust a few more times before grunting, his release spurting hotly inside you.”

as both your breathing slowed, heeseung leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-slicked forehead. "that was..." he started, searching for words.

"incredible," you finished, a lazy smile on your face as you cuddled him closer.

heeseung chuckled, a satisfied smile on his lips. "i think we can safely say we've moved past the tension."

you laughed, snuggling closer to him.

"definitely. but i have a feeling this is just the beginning."

despite your growing love, you and heeseung faced a problem that troubled your relationship. sumi, though fond of you, struggled with the idea of her father being with someone new. it took time and patience, but gradually, sumi began to warm up to the idea of you being a part of their family.

one evening, as you and heeseung sat together on the porch, heeseung wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "i know it's been a bit tough," he said softly. "but i can't imagine my life without you now."

you smiled at his words, resting your head on his shoulder. "we'll get through it together. as long as we're honest with each other, we can handle anything."

your bond with heeseung grew stronger with each passing day, your love deepening as you navigated the ups and downs of your relationship. you faced misunderstandings and doubts, but your commitment to each other never wavered.

as the summer came to an end, you found yourself so deeply in love with heeseung.

the fact you had to be gone for another year before you could settle down back with heeseung broke your heart.

“hey, you okay?” heeseung said breaking you out of your thoughts, wrapping his arms around your body staring at you from the mirror.

you found your eyes welling up with tears as heeseung frowned, he left soft gentle kisses on your neck trying to make you laugh.

“i’m okay hee.. just gonna miss you and sumi” you say softly as heeseung feels butterflies in his stomach.

he couldn’t believe he found you, somebody so loving and caring, and yet you still loved him even after learning he has a daughter.

he knows it’s a lot, especially for a 21 year old university student. but he knows you try your best, and that’s all he needs.

“we’re gonna be okay, you’ll be back in 6 months and we can be together again, okay?”

you turn around and nudge your nose against heeseung’s as he lets out a soft laugh.

“we’ll be okay.”

@luv-sims

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

i'm fully willing to accept that sokka's weird "play hard to get" advice in "the fortuneteller" was just the writers (rightfully) making fun of that type of dating advice however there's a part of me that's still like. HOW did sokka come up with that. there were no girls his age in his village besides his sister so presumably he's only had 1 single romantic encounter (suki) by that point and that very much did not involve him being aloof and uninterested. yes he's lying to aang about being romantically experienced and probably pulling it out of his ass but why is that what he comes up with.

after pondering, i think there's a few possibilities:

hakoda. now, i don't think it's romantic advice hakoda would give. he's a friendly guy and presumably pulled kya just by being, y'know, sweet and funny and hot. however i CAN see him saying it as a joke. like he says something goofy and kya rolls her eyes fondly like "why did i marry you" and he's like "definitely my cool unattainable mysterious appeal" and they both crack up because he was actually adorably down bad. only thing is, baby sokka does not know that and takes the joke at face value. that's how dad said he got mom! but dad was joking. dad actually tripped over himself and fell face first into the snow when she smiled at him

some older kid in the tribe. there are no girls sokka's age in his village but i have to imagine there are other villages in the tribe, we just don't see them bc after the raid the villages got more isolated and more mobile (tents over igloos) to avoid detection by the fire nation. so baby sokka had a baby crush on a girl from another village and an slightly older boy (someone who would later be just old enough to go to war with the men and leave sokka as the oldest boy in the village) tried to give him Sage Advice. but sokka was 10 and the kid was 14 so it was Bad Advice

bato. this is the funniest option to me bc "play hard to get" is such childish advice for a grown adult to give. but it kinda fits with the whole bakoda storyline of bato quietly pining for hakoda for years. worked so hard at maintaining Maximum Aloofness that the guy he liked didn't realize it for decades

katara. okay actually maybe THIS is the funniest. she found out sokka had a crush on the girl from the other village and thinking her brother is gross and icky and no girl should have to deal with that she said hey. you know what girls like? when you pretend you're not interested :) baby katara is so cute and so full of mischief <3

[thisblogisaboutabook]

I would just ask for angst fluff and smut with azriel 🫶🏼🙈

Maybe where reader had a crush on azriel for a really long time. She lives in the court of nightmares and her parents wanted to sell her of. Rhys gets wind of that and has to intervene because reader has powers that would help them win against koschei. Since they already found someone to marry for her they won’t let her go just like that. Rhys ask azriel to step up and he is mad because he wanted to pursue a relationship with elain. But rhys says its an order so he gets through with it. Reader is happy when she finds out who she is marrying but then azriel makes it clear that he isn’t marrying her out of love but because of his duty to his high lord. On their wedding day she is completely distant to him and only talks when others are around, but in this time azriel realises that she is one of the sweetest and kindest people he has ever met. When they return to his home she goes to the guest room and turns around and says to him “ i don’t expect you to love me or to be loyal. I just want respect and be treated as a person. You can have as many lovers as you want, i know that is not a marriage of love and it will never be one.” When she closes her door a tear slips down azriels cheek and he knows that a lot of people have let her down and he is already one of them. So he makes it his mission to be the best husband ever. Thats when the fluff starts and then the smut 👀👀

( maybe when reader and az met the first time the bond snapped for her thats why it hurt even more when he said that)

If it’s to long for you you don’t have to write it. 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Working on this AMAZING request right now and cannot wait to share it with you all! I’m about 4K words in and we’re just now at the wedding. It may end up being a multi-part fic. Would that be of interest to you all? Vote here!

Fic title: “DARK THRALLER”

[sunkifye]

enhypen as love tropes

lee heeseung ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ

fake dating

“I know our relationship is fake, but the feelings I have for you are so real.”

as heeseung walked through the halls at school, he heard two girls talking and their conversation made him stop in his tracks. “stop lying! I know you don’t have a boyfriend” one girl said to the other. and she was right, that girl didn’t actually have a boyfriend. she was a loner and heeseung knew this, so why did he step in and pretend to be her boyfriend? well, his friends have been pushing him to get a girlfriend so maybe this girl can help him out. the two made a deal to help each other out by pretending to be a couple and they even made some ground rules. but what’ll happen when the two start to fall for each other and break their set of rules? will someone figure out about their act? will their relationship remain fake or turn into something real?

park jongseong ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ

arranged marriage

“arranged or not, I still would have chosen you.”

when jay’s parents told him that he was getting married in a week to a random girl, he almost fell off his chair. getting married to a complete stranger? yeah, no thanks. and the random girl wasn’t so thrilled about this either. their parents both own two of the most successful companies, so in theory, them getting married would combine the two companies and increase profit. this marriage was all about money and not about love. but as the two skeptical strangers begin to spend time with each other throughout the week, they realize that they have more in common than they thought. will this marriage actually work out? or will the success of their parents’ businesses ruin their blossoming relationship?

sim jaeyun ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ

soulmates

“I guess we really were meant to be.”

everyone has a soulmate and is attached to their person by an invisible red string. only a few people are able to see these strings and jake happens to be one of them. wherever he goes, his vision is blurred by the bright strings attached to every single person’s pinky finger, including his own. he hated the idea of soulmates, having to see all of the happy couples that weren’t fated together break up over this idea that they aren’t supposed to be together. or maybe he hated it because his own soulmate already had a boyfriend, and she wasn’t going to breakup with him anytime soon. but what’ll happen when jake starts to go after a girl that isn’t his soulmate? will their relationship flourish? or will his real soulmate come into the picture and make jake’s life a confusing mess?

park sunghoon ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ

second chance

“you’ll always be my number one, even if it didn’t work out the first time.”

sunghoon had a girlfriend for all of senior year of high school. he really thought that she was the one until they went off to college. since they both went to different colleges, they decided to break up instead of having a long distance relationship. the breakup left sunghoon heart broken. he swore to himself that he wouldn’t get caught up in a serious relationship again any time soon. so, he spent his years at college being single and focusing on his studies. after he graduated, he landed a job working in a big business in his home town. his first day on the job, he walked into his office to find his ex girlfriend as his colleague. will the two be able to rekindle their relationship? or will they be torn apart once again?

kim seonwoo ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ

childhood best friends to lovers

“you’ve been there for me since day one.”

sunoo has been best friends with this girl ever since he was born. their parents were best friends, so they were best friends too. growing up they spent every second together. they were attached by the hip and basically inseparable. now in their senior year of high school, the two are still as close as ever, hanging out together at every possible moment. over the past few years, sunoo has grown a crush on his best friend but he has never told her. he can’t tell if she feels the same way and he doesn’t want to put their friendship in jeopardy. but because the end of the year is nearing, sunoo has built up the courage to confess to her before they part for college. however, every time he tries to confess his feelings, something always gets in the way. will his confession ruin their 18 years of friendship? or will sunoo ever be able to confess to her before they both leave for college?

yang jungwon ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ

boy next door / neighbors to lovers

“this whole time, my one true love lived right across the street.”

jungwon had just moved out of his old apartment and into a new house with his grandma. new house, new school, new beginnings. he had quickly become friends with everybody in the neighborhood, except for the person who lives across the street from him. sure he’s met the parents, but he’s never seen their daughter. in other news, he’s taken up a new hobby after school: tutoring. after the first week of school, he started to tutor a girl in his math class. after a few of their tutoring sessions, they became pretty close friends and as the weeks go on, jungwon finds himself falling for her more and more. but what’ll happen when jungwon finds out that his crush is the girl living next door? will this change the dynamic of their relationship? or will someone else come in between them?

nishimura riki ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ

enemies to lovers

“I never thought I would fall for an idiot like you.”

ni-ki is the captain of the boys dance team at his high school—oh and the captain of the girls dance team? she’s his sworn enemy. the two are always bickering and being mean to each other, whether it be during dance practices or the few classes they shared together in school. everyone knew of their hatred for each other, but no one knew what caused it. one day, the school announced that there would be a big performance at the school for the two dance teams. there would be many group numbers, trios, and solos that the two teams had to perform, including a duet between the best dancer from the boys team and the best dancer from the girls team, which just so happens to be the two captains. though both are opposed of doing a duet together, the dance teams persuaded them to try to work together just this once. how are the two enemies supposed to practice a dance together for weeks on end? will they be able to pull off this duet if they can’t stand each other? or will their hatred turn into love?

author’s note : 1. this has been rotting in my drafts for awhile 2. ik these r super cliche BUT THATS WHY I LOVE IT 3. obviously this is my opinion but I would love to hear ur opinions on what tropes u think enha r 4. I really wanna make a fic out of jake’s (or any of the members) but I have to finish rage quit first 5. if u decide to write any fics on these ideas PLEASE DO and tag me bc I would love to read them

ok ty for reading & have a great day 💋💋

[yourplasticlittlespastic]

loved your entwined series!!!!! if you ever do end up going back to it …

I would love to see more of them married interacting with the family maybe at Aubrey hall like being cutesy and hanging out with the younger sibs and the married couples and stuff and just bejng cute

andddd who knows maybe some spice too

Thanks for generally one of the best fix series

Because you asked for it - Part of the E̴N̴T̴W̴I̴N̴E̴D̴ Series

A getaway at Aubrey Hall

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader

Warnings: The dirty deed is her +18 filth

Notes: Married life and interaction with the family. I hope I wrote what you imagined <3 I am in love with how much you liked Entwined. Thank you all!! - I must make a series Masterlist ASAP

WC: 5.8K

Taglist: @fallout-girl219 @ravenwtfbro @thorins-queen-of-erebor @dollarstore-lydia-deetz @mmmunson

"Open your mouth"

You did and sighed in contentment as Benedict placed almonds inside your mouth and your eyes quickly returned to your cards.

"I'm quite sure you will lose this round," you said

Hyacinth arched a brow and smiled "If you believe so, Mrs Bridgerton" she giggled and placed her cards close to her chest "I am good with this hand, Gregory?"

Gregory scrunched his face and shrugged "I might be?"

You laughed "Well that is not good humbug. I am good with mine... show"

Silence reigned for three seconds as the three of you observed each hand of cards. Your small grunt came first as you saw Hyacinth's card beat yours and Gregory's and her victory scream came high inside the drawing room.

"I told you so!!" she said excitedly.

"So you did," you grumbled "But I am sure I am better at chess than you"

Hyacinth rolled her eyes as she picked up the cards "Maybe but you cannot gamble at chess"

"You cannot gamble at this either" Gregory snorted "Mother would have our hides if we were gambling"

You winked at Hyacinth's pouting face "One gambling game with shillings, that is all I can offer"

Hyacinth then stared at Gregory "If you don't marry someone like Y/N I will forget you exist"

You smiled in satisfaction and opened your mouth for Benedict to see and he rolled his eyes only to pick more almonds, but of course, the moment got caught by Anthony entering the room and emitting a soft giggle at the sight.

"Oh, calm down now brother," Benedict said dropping the almonds inside your mouth and grabbing a napkin to place on your lap "I have lost the last round"

"And she put you as her feeder?" he chuckled and locked eyes with you "I have never doubted you, Y/N. Sorry for the interruption, however, Mother is waiting for Daphne downstairs and she is alone"

You quickly looked at Benedict and brushed his tailcoat "Go, I will stay here. Where is Kate?"

Anthony pursed a smile "Refreshing herself...the heat here is unbelievable for her"

Benedict grunted and stood up "She refreshed herself no more than one hour hour... And you judge me, brother"

You saw the two men leave with a smile and turned to look at the younger Bridgertons "Another round?"

"Please," Hyacinth said taking everyone's card "So, Y/N how is married life treating you?"

Gregory snorted again "Should I go now?"

"No, you might find this all too funny but you will need this knowledge one day, brother"

"Life is good" you stated and took the cards she was shuffling at you "Married or not life is good"

"I can't wait to debut" she expressed and leaned against her seat "The ball will be amazing with me in it"

"It will" you agreed and looked at Gregory who had the most bored expression you had ever seen.

"I do not care" he stated and placed his cards on the table "I have so many assignments. Are all the tutors the same?"

"Harsh?" you asked taking one card from the middle and trading it "Or too harsh?"

"Too harsh" he confessed "I have told them to slow the pace. But they keep pushing me. They said I have to work hard. My future depends on it"

"Your future does depend on it" you agreed and traded again, the card was not the one you wanted "But if it's too much pressure... I might advise you to go and tell your Mother or Anthony"

"Why is my governess not harsh on me?" Hyacinth asked

"Because you're a woman"

"Hey!"

"I am j-"

"Alright, alright," you said trying to calm the waters "Will you two keep silent if I start talking about how married life is?"

"Definitely" Gregory sighed

"Please tell me" Hyacinth started "Does Benedict snore?"

One round of Hyacinth winning and Gregory pouting in sore loss and you three joined Anthony, Benedict and Violet by the entrance of Aubrey Hall; the windows mostly opened flew the fresh wind of Kent's grounds. Your eyes stopped by Eloise who hid next to a pillar with a book by her chest with Francesca quietly murmuring something to her and you tried to join them but Benedict leapt from his mother's side to grab your shoulder and gently push you next to him.

"Who won?"

"As if you need to ask," you said "And Daphne is not here?"

"Oh no, she always likes to be the last" he added

Eloise snorted behind you "And with two creatures by her side and Simon away quite frequently... I would s-"

"That she's doing her best" Violet nodded to all the people in the great hall "Now I believe she will tell us some news so everybody act surprised"

"Child number three?!" Eloise exclaimed

"Well, they move quickly" Benedict whispered to your ear

"Oh?" Anthony looked surprised although very quietly surprised "She will deliver the news this week?"

"I believe so, why my darling?"

"Nothing. I thought It would be a plain getaway for us"

Benedict kissed your cheek and stared at his brother "When has it been plain for us, brother?"

Indeed when has it been plain within the Bridgerton household?

You walked outside at the sight of the carriage. The clan moved in grace as Hyacinth and Gregory strode with more energy than anyone else and you could feel Benedict's hands gently moving across your arms so you turned your attention at him, arched brow was directed at you and in complete silence you knew what was running through his mind.

"Ask now or forever hold your peace"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, dear wife"

You arched a brow and he gave a chuckle before kissing your forehead, your cheeks and finally your lips.

"Are we expecting?" he teased.

"Not yet" you confessed and watched Daphne arrive "You might need to work harder"

"I have been working harder!" he whispered "Have I not?"

"Debatable. Prove me wrong again"

You left his amazed face behind you as you went to Daphne, her clear eyes and fair skin making her look so delicate and stunning. She looked happy, even if her face showed worry because of the baby in her arms, she looked content. Everyone welcomed her and the nannies behind her. When everyone went to the terrace with views to the garden, you sat down by Benedict's right and Francesca's left; Daphne kept rocking baby Belinda while strolling in front of all of you.

"We will have to make a list, Daphne" Violet started "of the names of your guests, their titles, and their husbands"

"Mother," Anthony said with a smile "Can't we enjoy the moment?"

"Yes, of course, darling. We shall, and this is why I need a list to ensure every person is present and accounted for. Your sister has asked me to help so I shall"

"What a lovely way to ruin the moment"

Daphne giggled "It is fine, Mum" she then knitted her brows at the soft cry of the baby "Is that time" she confessed "There is more noise coming from this little one"

"She got that from us" Benedict snorted "It is a Bridgerton thing to ask for attention"

"If you are so sure" Daphne teased, almost throwing the baby to him and caught him off guard

"No-"

"Yes, you must"

"Bu-"

"He-"

"Careful with the head, dear"

"I-"

"Oh" Eloise puffed in laughter at the view of Benedict completely and utterly confused at the baby hanging from his arms "This marks the beginning of our vacation"

You tried to hold baby Belinda's back while Benedict tried to figure out the whole holding baby process, her eyes wide and her soft face looking at him in wonder.

"Do not cry" he whispered at her "I beg of you, please"

You tried to muffle the laugh and failed and Anthony's eyes were already glistening at the sight, his lips tightly shut trying not to burst out laughing.

"I- uh, Daphne can I pass her back? She will not stop staring at me and I cannot bear it"

Daphne, on the other hand, was already enjoying the scene and had a smug smile "No, I must go and refresh myself"

"Daphne, please"

"No" she turned to you "Y/N?"

You looked at her and shook your head "I am quite entertained at the sight of the terrorised man by my side"

Benedict's eyes widened "Well, thank you”

You saw Daphne leave with all intention of not coming anytime soon so you pushed the baby’s body close to him.

“Like this,” you said “Babies don’t like to be held like that”

“Uhm” he nervously said taking the baby close to his chest “Oh, it looks easy when the nanny does it. Or even Daphne, she seems so natural... but not me. Oh no. Look at me”

“Is just a child” Francesca giggled as she stood up “Who wants to play whist?”

“Me!” Eloise exclaimed

“No gambling!” Violet said sternly “Eloise, no gambling”

“Yes Mother”

Hyacinth chuckled as she stood up with Gregory and the four younger siblings left the shadowed terrace. Violet stood still and silent as Benedict kept anxiously glaring at the small body by his chest.

“She doesn’t bite, my love” you chortled

He looked at you and then back at the baby, her small hands exploring the tie around his neck "I believe she does” he replied.

Anthony stood up and clasped his hands together and you knew, by the way, his lips pursed, the man had a plan and was very excited about it.

"Mother, what do you say about an early dinner?”

“Early dinner? You mean in less than an hour?”

“I can always ring the cooks and tell them to start-oh Kate”

You turned around to see Kate flowing in a soft navy dress, she nodded at Anthony and smiled at all of you three.

“Forgive me for my late presence, Lady Bridgerton”

“No need to worry about it, this heat puts one in quite a state. Oh my God, Benedict give me the child, she’s eating the button”

Benedict parted his lips “How would I know!” He said passing the child to his mother and Violet took the baby as if it was a normal occurrence and placed her over her chest.

"My, my" Violet cooed the child "What is she doing, hmm? Kate sit, the young ones are playing while Daphne is taking a well-deserved rest”

“What about you two?” Kate asked you and Benedict “What is your plan for this weekend in Aubrey Hall?”

You looked at Benedict, your hand gently placed on his knee and shrugged your shoulders "Whatever my husband desires"

Benedict raised his brow and grinned "Whatever my wife desires"

You both exchanged smiles and turned to the rest of the family and you could not help the smile creeping over your face as Anthony's arm found its place around Kate's waist and her head leaning against his shoulder.

"No work, we agreed” Anthony nodded towards Benedict “right?”

“Yes, right”

“Oh” Violet looked at her second child “Is that professor keeping you busy?”

“Ehhhh just a tad… when he said he was going to spread the word of my practice I didn’t expect he would take it seriously”

“You must see how he works” you added “Every week he finishes a piece”

Benedict received soft claps from the woman while Anthony proudly nodded.

"I have to see the latest, I will be there next week" Anthony declared "And I am quite proud of you, brother.”

Benedict blushed, his hand trying to hide his face behind a glass of lemonade “Yes, thank you, brother. Thank you ladies… we must change the subject please or else I will turn to mush”

“I must go and see the kids are not gambling” Violet stood up with the baby already dosing off and turned to Anthony “If you want that early dinner please go and ring the cooks, they must start getting everything ready”

“Yes, Mother”

You saw Violet leave and you quickly whispered to Benedict "Afraid of babies I see"

"I'm more afraid of me around them" he snorted and placed a kiss on your shoulder

Anthony rolled his eyes at the two of you and then he turned to Kate to kiss her once "Well, I must go and tell the cooks"

Benedict wriggled his brows "Mrs Albury will serve your head on a plate"

"You have a better idea?" he asked "I know I vex her most of the time"

Kate snorted "I must be friends with her then"

Anthony grunted and extended his arm to Benedict "Then come on now, she does have a soft spot for you" he looked at you "She always gave him extra pastries whenever he asked"

Benedict innocently shrugged "Because I am charming"

You nodded in support of your husband "Yes you are"

"Yes I am" he stood up, softly leaving your hand from his "Alright then, I must go with you"

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it" he winked at you as the two men left you and Kate alone

You laughed and stood up to move to the chair next to her

Her shining face smiled at you "So... Mrs Bridgerton"

"Viscountess"

"Ha" she puffed "How do you find Wiltshire?"

"It is lovely, far better than London"

"Right?" she nodded "The city is not for me"

"But Anthony is there"

"He is, isn't he?" she grinned "Although sometimes I think that this house is not for him either. Too quiet. Too much space"

"Well, he can always fill the house"

"I suppose he can" she giggled looking down and then exhaled "I hope I am not inviting myself but I must vis-"

"Please" you took the comb clip from your hair letting it loose "You are more than welcome to visit us whenever you like"

"Thank you, Y/N"

"I recently got a nice volume of books, engineering"

Kate's eyes glint with the curiosity of your acquisition "Would Benedict complain if I live with you there forever?"

You two laughed seeing the sunny view ahead and so you stood up "Fancy some garden bowling?"

"Accept it Y/N, you beat us at Chess but cards and bowling are for Hyacinth and me to win"

"I tripped last time"

"Sure"

"It was the wind!"

This time without wind Kate still won with great advantage over you, you said it was your loose hair that blinded you but after all the sore loss was quickly washed away with the view of Benedict's comical dance as he stepped out of the house with a tray in his hands.

"What happened?" Kate smirked

"Oh Mrs Albury saw me and gave me-"

"Pastries," Anthony said trying to get one but Benedict dodged him as he leapt towards you "Come on!"

"Ladies" Benedict offered and you took one covered in powdered sugar "You must ask what she gave to him," he told Kate

Kate leaned to see Anthony "What did she give you?"

"An apple" Anthony bit it with a grump and saw the bowling by the side "You won?"

"As always"

"Hey," you said with your mouth full while Benedict took another one for himself, your hands grabbed the complete tray as you said "I was blinded for my last shoot. Oh I am parched"

Benedict's clear eyes opened "Do not move, love. I will fetch you more lemonade"

"Anthony?"

He saw Kate's blinking eyes and he went with Benedict to get the lemonade. Both brothers even if both are two years apart are like two peas in a pond and oh so comical together as they try to serve the drinks before the other one does. They silently fight for the glasses and the jar of liquid. Anthony did it so fast splashing some on Benedict's hand.

"Oh" Kate sighed at him "Can you add one teaspoon of sugar?"

"Yes, yes, yes" Anthony's face screamed concentration

"And the ice?"

"And the ice" he obeyed Kate

Benedict snorted and smiled in triumph as he tried to give you the glass of lemonade but you opened your mouth and softly said "Can you add a slice of lemon?"

"Sure!" he competitively tried to grab the slices, almost a fistful was thrown inside the glass while Anthony brushed his shoulder in success as he passed the glass to her

"Here you go, darling"

"That's..." Benedict murmured removing the fallen lemonade from his hand "Not fair.... here, love"

You took the glass -more lemon slices than juice- but you smiled "Thank you, Ben" so you turned to Kate "A walk, Lady Bridgerton?"

She sipped from her glass "My honour, Mrs Bridgerton"

Benedict tried to grab the tray of pastries but failed as you dodged him in an elegant swift move "hey-"

"Let us go" you said between giggles as Kate took a pastry leaving both men by the staircase

Anthony saw the apple he was left with, Benedict saw the wetness of lemonade his brother splashed on his sleeve and how his tray of pastries was stolen by the most beautiful thief on earth and both sighed.

"These ladies, brother" Anthony started "They have a leash of their own on us"

"Say what you want, brother" Benedict smirked looking at your distant figure "I'm alright with it as long as she is the one pulling it"

By dinner, you dodged a pea flying from Gregory's plate that was aimed at Hyacinth and one carrot cube targetted from Eloise to Benedict. The dinner was well-equipped thanks to Mrs Albury and her team and as all the Bridgertons -you included- dined at the long table you smiled at the chaotic and vociferous environment that you were pulled into.

"If I may" Anthony raised his glass, a few hours ago the man had already changed his constricted attire to a more relaxed one, he was the one who looked the most different than when the day started, everyone else had remained in the same ensemble since morning "I propose a toast to our newest member"

"I do not mean to sound rude, brother but" Daphne confusedly smiled "We already hosted a beautiful dinner for Y/N"

"Yes" Eloise nodded "Three months ago when they returned from their honeymoon"

"And it was lovely" you added

"Indeed it was" Anthony agreed "But I am not referring to Y/N"

Silence.

Daphne was quick to smile as her hand touched her heart "Oh no you must not. How did you know?"

Anthony furrowed his brows "Pardon?"

Daphne raised her glass "Only water and lemonade for me for some months"

Violet shoot arrows through her eyes at EVERYONE. Act surprised.

Everyone clapped in unison, the third grandson of Violet, the third announcement from Daphne.

"I think it will be a boy" Hyacinth said

"I would dare to say girl" Francesca stated

"I think" Anthony smiled still standing "That we are lucky to be such a large family"

"Here, here" Benedict chimed in

"How did you know?" Daphne questioned "I am not showing and-"

"Well I must say it was my own timing" Anthony grinned at the confused faces, his gaze landing on Kate by your left "But I meant... quite a different member"

This got everyone in silence again.

"Kate's expecting"

Loud screams came from everyone, Eloise's fork fell on her plate while Hyacinth gasped, Daphne and Francesca screamed at the same time and Benedict laughed so hard his head fell against your shoulder and you felt the pull from your skin as you smiled seeing the happiness in everyone's faces.

"My son" Violet softly gasped, her hand on her chest, her eyes glinting in tears "Kate-"

"Brother!" Benedict shouted as he stood and clapped his hands "Anthony, a father"

Anthony had a smug smile on his face and the joy that came from everyone was overwhelming, even little Gregory and Hyacinth were jumping in their seats as the rest of the siblings congratulated the two of them. Until Hyacinth threw another pea, the topic of the dinner was the arrival of two little Bridgertons.

When the night fell, you took your dress out of your way and changed for your sleeping gown, with Benedict quickly doing a sketch for his next commissioned work you ventured to the library where according to Eloise you could find some biology books with real illustrations.

You opened the door and smiled at the scent of ink and parchment. This was your setting. Page after page you stood cornered in a loveseat with the candle lightening your features.

“Hey”

You turned around to see Benedict’s shadowed face behind the parted door.

“Hello you”

“I went to our room to see it was empty” he grinned

You showed him the book on your lap “guilty”

“I knew you would be here” he sighed taking the loveseat next to you “what is this about, my love?

You closed the book and looked at him, his blue eyes looking back at you, you sighed.

"Biology. This book has real illustrations”

“I know all about it” he nodded “I paint them don’t I?”

“But from the inside” you grinned “it has all these diagrams and, and all these details. I have read this before but for sure this is a greater volume”

“I love it” he said holding his chin with his hand and staring at you “I might have read it before” he cocked his head

“Ah have you?”

“Oh yes. Mandatory literature in my house of studies. I know all about biology and… insides”

“Can you become a doctor then?”

“Now that is pushing it a bit” he chuckled

“How is the sketch?”

“It turned alright, I didn’t bring my tools so it will stay a sketch for the week”

“Well, Anthony did say no work, so…”

“Yeah yeah and what if I want to paint you?”

You blushed “Isn’t one painting enough?”

“Never enough”

You giggled at his loving words and shining eyes.

"What are you thinking?" he asked

"Nothing. If you are good to go then let us sleep” you danced the book in your hands “my questions will be answered tomorrow”

“What questions?”

“Oh nothing important but I started a chapter about anatomy, you know how I get” you said standing up and staring intently at the leathered cover “My governess always said a good thing about me is that I always list questions I might h-“

And your words were sliced, no, cut by Benedict’s lips as he took your breath away, your mouth opened in surprise, your hand falling to the book. So easy is to make you weak in the knees with his warm touch. You could feel his soft tongue asking for permission, his nose bumping into yours and the feeling of his chest against your breasts.

His hands were placed on each side of your face, his lips so gentle.

“I adore it when you get rambling like this” he confessed licking his lips and looking down at yours

"Then kiss me more"

And he did. Benedict took the book away and left it on the loveseat, his hands on the nape of your neck, your hands on his shoulders, his tongue was the one dancing and the fire growing in your lower belly was burning you alive.

“Whatever questions you have about that book?” He suddenly asked

“Uh?” You blinked at the forgotten book “Well I just-“

“You just?”

“Muscles and bones and-“

Benedict removed your hair from your forehead and smiled “I know all you need to know” his finger drew a line down your collarbone until the valley of your breasts.

And with a swift turn, his hand was around your waist and you were now against the wall. His hot lips were on your neck, your hand was on his hair and your other hand was on the front of his trousers.

"My God" he groaned

"Ben"

"I’ll tell you” he licked your neck and locked eyes with you again “muscles can be taught to be flexible”

Your mind was not there. Not with his words. Your brain was only able to focus on the fire consuming your skin.

"And bones" he whispered biting your earlobe and his hands roamed on your back "They can break but only if you’re rough enough”

“How rough?” You inquired

His brow arched “How roughy do you think?” He gulped “quite”

Your core ached by now with the promise of his words. You walked outside the wall and his figure and moved to the desk. Your hands pushed the papers aside and you sat on the wood surface.

Benedict had never seen something as hot as this. Your hair was a mess, your nightgown was crumpled and your legs were opened in a silent invitation.

He moved forward and you felt the tent in his trousers bump against your core and your fingers grabbed his hair while he pushed your legs apart.

“How flexible are your muscles?” He asked “I have seen some evidence of an answer. Perhaps I can try to see where is the limit”

You licked your lip “If you say muscles can be taught… you are the one who knows, after all”

"Gosh, Y/N” he came closer, his nose getting your scent as his hands gripped your thighs, your skin was burning his palms.

He kissed the valley of your breasts, the top of them, your shoulders, your cheeks, and then, and only then he reached the soft skin under your ear and he softly bit, his tongue making your mind blank.

"Ben"

"Mhm?"

"You are wearing too many clothes"

"Right" he stepped back and his eyes were darkened in lust, his lips were swollen, his hair was a mess and his erection was evident while his hands took the waistcoat, his shirt, his shoes, his trousers and his small clothes until he was standing there naked in front of you.

"Now who is wearing too many clothes" he grinned but quickly turned around giving you a full view of his behind "I must lock those doors"

And you did not move from the table, the wood was cold against your heated skin, your body was burning and your hands were trembling. Whatever lesson he was about to offer, you knew that Benedict's dedication to please you has never faltered and on the contrary, has increased with each passing day.

His hand locked the doors and you saw his figure coming to you, his blue eyes and his pink lips, the way his chest rose and fell with each step and how his cock was pulsating, the tip almost touching his navel and his veins were screaming at you.

"A muscle" he whispered "can be conditioned for a sport or any other activity" his hand took your knee and softly lifted it until your foot was placed on the rim of the desk "Did you know that?"

"Slightly"

"Huh" he took your other knee and did the same, his hands pushed the skirt of your gown away and he saw the pantalettes hiding your wetness "Muscles can be stretched too"

"Benedict" you smirked and puffed "I love you but can't you see I need you?"

His eyes darkened at the view, he had seen you peevish before and when you are like that, so testy at his own teasing he knows that indeed you want your muscles to be stretched.

"Fine" he said grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his cock, his fingers danced against the ribbon of your pantalettes and he took them out only for him to stretch your legs wider "happy, wife?"

"Happy" you sighed at the sight of him, his cock was pulsating at the view of your sex and the heat coming from him was making you drip.

Benedict leaned forward and his tip touched your entrance, the warmth of your folds was enough to make him groan, his hands on your hips.

"You know, my favourite thing to paint are flowers. I love the petals" he entered you and your nails dug into his arms, he grunted "the stems" his length filled you up, inch after inch until he was deep inside of you "I love it when the wind blows and the flower blooms" his mouth was on yours and you felt the thrust from his hips "You, my love, are a rose" his lips were on your neck as he pushed harder inside of you and your walls clenched around his cock "and when I push you, and you blossom"

You wrapped your legs around his waist but he swiftly left them open while your feet rested on the wooden surface "You feel so good" you murmured

Benedict got the praise he was seeking, his hands grabbed the desk and he thrust faster until he could only hear his balls crashing against you and the stick of the cream forming between you two.

"I am so lost in you" his cock hit a sensitive spot

"Ohhhhh B-"you moaned, the desk was moving under you but neither of you cared.

Benedict could not stop, the tightness around his cock was making his knees shake, indeed your muscles are so fit for this activity as you wrap so tightly.

But he stopped. He didn't enjoy two things of thing; one, your gown was still on. He could see your nipples under it and he needed to see them without obstacle. Two, he hasn't tasted you and he always does. Always.

"Benedict, a-"

"Come here, love. Stand up"

You obeyed in a lost trance. He took the hem of your gown and lifted it until you had no choice but to remove it completely. You stood in front of him, your body flushed and your skin glistening.

"Perfect"

And with no time to process, he turned you around and you were now facing the desk. His chest against your back and his hands on your stomach, his length was pulsating behind your folds.

"I cannot paint without colours, can I?" he asked licking the column of your neck

"I guess not"

"So, I cannot love you without tasting you"

You felt how he pushed you forward, your chest touched the desk making your breasts cling together, you were trapped between him and the table. Benedict's cock was pulsating behind your sex and you arched your back at the thought of his tongue against your skin.

What have you done to him? He kneeled and saw your glory and tackled it fiercely in one good move. His tongue licked and his mouth sucked, your legs trembled and his name was the only word in your mind.

"Ben, oh God. Oh, please, oh-OH GOD!"

His hands grabbed your ass cheeks, the red marks on his palms were worth it. You moaned louder when his thumb brushed the sensitive skin and he took your hips and enjoyed too much how you were not able to squirm like you always do and the only thing you could do was to stay still. He grunted at your taste and savoured the wetness of your core.

And without notice, you screamed and growled as an incredible orgasm ran from your legs towards your head. The legs you normally tense when you release yourself are not stretched and not being able to contract and the shock is sublime. You roll your eyes as you feel Benedict's mouth taking over your contracting walls.

You are still in that phase when your mind is a mess and the bliss is not letting you think clearly. Your hands were clenching into fists and your toes were curling.

Rapidly, Benedict stands, his hand caresses the column of your spine and his cock enters your dripping core making you moan as the orgasm lingers around. He strides and strides so easily as if you were made for him and your body was welcoming him with every push.

"Be-Be-Ben" you said between thrusts "I-"

He felt the remnant of your release as you tried to milk his cock, he couldn't anymore, not with your back flexing and arching nor your bum wiggling at the pace. Not with you dripping from his lips.

He moaned hard as he tried with all his being to push his tip deeper so he could spill himself, his cum filled you up and the hot stickiness was welcomed by your inner walls.

His body was limp above yours, his hands were holding him as he breathed heavily "That was intense" he groaned

"It was" you whispered, your cheek against the table, the sweat of your brow was glinting.

"Did you learn anything, dear wife?" He asked and pulled out making you wince

You turned around and stared at him, his hair was messy and his face was still flushed, his eyes were glowing and the smirk he had on his face was too cocky.

"I might have learnt a thing or two" you teased

"Oh I hope so" he grabbed your hands and helped you stand, your legs were weak and you needed his help.

"Perhaps" you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him softly "I need to do more exercises"

He smiled against your lips "We do have a week here"

"One lesson at a time," you said placing your gown over your head "Oh, talking about lessons, Gregory-"

"Gregory?"

"Yes, Gregory told me his tutors were too harsh. I advised him to tell Anthony"

Benedict didn't bother to close his loose shirt and he frowned "Anthony won't listen with the tone he uses" he said as you handed him his belt "Thank you, no I must talk to them"

"Do you?"

"Yes, I know how to approach them. Gregory is a fine young man and I must also talk to Hyacinth's governess, I have seen her lacking"

"Oh" You stood silent as you watched his eyes dancing

"And I must talk to Daphne too, I saw a slight mark by Belinda's foot. I wonder if she checked that. I know Augie doesn't have it"

"Observant"

"And we shall buy the baby some toys, something for her to chew on. She was indeed chewing on my button"

"If you say so"

Benedict smiled as he opened the door for you "Maybe a dainty dress for her"

"Aw are you smitten now by the baby?" you teased

"w-"

"I thought you said you were afraid of you around them, now look at you"

"Let me be, woman..." he said taking your back with his hand "I must start getting prepared with an idea of our own"

"Really?"

He snorted "With how much I make you... blossom" he mocked "with my essence... isn't it unavoidable?"

You shrugged and smirked in his direction "And the lessons haven't stopped"

"Oh no, they just began, Mrs Bridgerton"

[m-jelly]

Hey! So once I requested a Levi x reader who is alergic to dust and stuff. I was wondering if you could do another one like that but instead one of the cadets didn't clean and because Levi was tired he didn't notice. But the reader is normally in the room or area and ended up passing out while working In the area. Like how would that go down. Thank you in advance. I hope your doing good, make sure you take care of yourself, eat and drink water. Also make sure to treat yourself some days and take breaks!

"How could you let this happen?" Levi's tone was sharp and frustrated. "I've told you all time and time again that you need to be on top of the cleaning here." The tapping of his boots echoed as he paced back and forth in front of the medical room. "Treat cleaning like you are taking out Titans. If you're slacking in your action someone could get hurt."

"Sorry, Captain." The cadet hung their head in shame. "I let you down."

"You did, you really did." He released a sigh and tried to control his anger. "Are you aware of what allergies are?"

They nodded. "Y-Yes, my friend can't have nuts."

"You manage to protect them, correct?"

"Y-Yes."

He needed to let out some range, so he slammed the side of his fist against the wall. "So why not this?"

"I-I."

He growled a moment before relaxing his body. "Go do your job, now."

They saluted him. "Y-yes c-captain!"

As the scout ran off with sweat pouring off them due to panic, Levi watched them very closely because he needed to let his rage wash off him before he saw you. He grunted a moment as his thoughts and heart calmed a moment.

It all had been a blur for him what'd happened. He wanted to see you and spend some time with you, you were his girlfriend and a wonderful member of staff for the team. Your role was to do admin and unfortunately, you had a bad reaction to dust, your body would just clamp up and you'd struggle to breathe a lot and your nose would block.

Usually, the cleaning was done often, but it seemed like one cadet had been slacking and the dust had piled up for weeks. Levi made his way to visit you and saw you in the office checking out files and having a bit of a coughing fit. He hurried to your aid and knew what to do to help you, but he had been a bit too late.

When you collapsed in his arms he thought his world had ended, thankfully you were breathing. He hurried you to Hange to help him keep you well and now you were recovering in a medical room. Levi once had thought there was little value to his life, but you had changed everything for him. He wanted to live so he could marry and grow old with you.

As soon he took in a deep breath he slipped into your room to see you sleeping soundly. He took a seat next to you and began playing with your hair. A lump formed in his throat as he held back the urge to cry. Compelled by his feelings, he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

A sweet little hum came from you. You opened your eyes and gazed at your teary-eyed boyfriend. "Levi?" You winced as you croaked a little. "Sorry, the coughing messed with my voice."

He caressed your cheek. "Don't ever be sorry, okay? None of this is your fault. You can't help it when you have a reaction. That room should have been cleaned and it wasn't."

"I hope you weren't too nasty to the cadet."

He lowered his head. "I said I was disappointed in them. I didn't shout too much."

You cupped the side of his face. "Good boy."

He smiled sweetly at you, his smiles were only for you. He nuzzled your hand a bit before kissing it. "I love you."

"I love you too. Come here and give me a kiss."

He leaned down and kissed you. "I guess I'll have to look after you for a while."

You hummed a laugh. "Yeah. It'll be lovely."

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[exhaslo]

Ceiling sex with villain!miguel.

Reader is wanting to play around with miguel so she is up on the cieling trying to get him to chase her. Next thing she knows is that miguel has her pinned with thier cum mixing and dripping on the floor.

When Villain!Miguel dominates I mean, hell yeah! Always down for more Villain!Miguel!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, ceiling sex, breeding kink, slight bondage

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Everything was perfect.

Your life was perfect.

Ever since you married Miguel, your life was perfect. Miguel made sure that you were well taken care of and that you had everything you needed. All this, just because you were his wife. You were his good girl.

It was the middle of winter and Miguel was being extra cautious with you. Sometimes you joined him for work, but only if you wore a ton of layers and heat technology. Most of the days; however, you stayed home and helped Miguel via the tablet.

Miguel wanted to make sure you stayed warm so that your body wouldn't be affected in case he finally impregnated you. Miguel needed you to always be healthy.

"Miguel, don't forget about your appointment coming up." You said over the tablet, watching Miguel work on something, "I know you're invested in that gizmo, but the shareholders-"

"Aye, it's much easier when you are here," Miguel said with an annoyed sigh, taking off his glasses to glance at you, "Lyla, send someone to get me out of here."

"Miggy, that's mean," You chuckled, "You know that I'm the only one who can get you to stop without crying."

"Heh, it's more fun when you do," Miguel watched as your face turned bright red, "How are you fairing? Chilled?"

"Hehe, no. I'm warm and cozy. Might start cleaning in a bit while you're working."

"Alright," Miguel leaned back, sighing heavily, "I'll be home late. I'm supposed to receive a key to the city,"

"Oh! Good job!!" You cheered.

Miguel just chuckled darkly since you were so naïve. He wasn't receiving a key to the city out of the goodness of his deeds, no. The major and governor of the state had to give it to him as a sign of fear. A sign that Miguel was in charge of everything.

As Kingpin and Spider-Man.

You were adorable thinking anything but the sort, but that it how Miguel groomed you. His cute little foolish wife.

"I'll see you later, (Y/N). My prey has arrived."

"Yes, sir~" You chirped.

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You were humming as you cleaned. Miguel should be home any minute now and you needed to finish. Looking around the place, you wondered if everything was spotless for Miguel. Glancing up, you gasped realizing that you could clean the ceiling.

A challenging task for everyone, but not you!

Chuckling as you walked onto the cleaning, you cheered to a task that no one else could do. Every little dust spot that you would normally struggle with was nothing compared to you now.

"Oh? That's new," Miguel hummed as he entered his place.

"Welcome home! Give me a second and I'll be down-"

"No, stay."

You titled your head in confusion, but gasped as Miguel webbed your hands behind your back. He jumped onto the ceiling, walking over to you with a clear smirk.

You gave your husband a slight pout, wondering what he was planning. Miguel easily stripped you of your clothes as he kissed your neck. Unable to move your hands, you whined softly as you tried to convince Miguel to move elsewhere.

"No, this might be perfect." Miguel muttered as his fingers dipped into your sex.

"Hah~ B-But...Miggy~"

"Shh,"

You whimpered as Miguel webbed your mouth. His fingers pumping inside of you as you moaned and whined. It felt strange as he toyed with you upside down. The blood was rushing to your head, causing you to feel lightheaded.

Shuddering as you cam, you whimpered against Miguel, wanting to change places. Miguel ignored you and lifted you up, easily sliding his cock inside your cunt. Your body trembled as you tried your best to hold onto Miguel, but couldn't since you were tied up.

"Squeezing me so tight. Knew this might be for the best," Miguel whispered in your ear.

You could feel your eyes roll backwards as you moaned towards his thrusts. He was slapping into you so roughly. His every thrust had him kissing your cervix.

"This way...not a single drop will escape. Who would have thought it be so hard to get your pregnant...But I suppose, nh, it would take some time."

Miguel's words were blurring with each other as you focused on his cock. It was hard to think as he fucked you upside down. Every drop of his cum entering your womb, unable to escape.

"Hm? Got something to say?" Miguel chuckled as he removed the webbing from your mouth, "What's my good girl thinking?"

"Ah~ P-Please...m-more. I-I want your baby~" You cried out, feeling drunk off his cock.

Miguel just chuckled darkly as he whispered 'good girl' in your ear repeatedly. His thrusts getting rougher and faster as thoughts of breeding you grew more intense. This might be it. This might be the way for you to have his children.

You were a babbling mess as you moaned and cried for more. Miguel held your waist close, making sure that he filled you.

After a few more rounds, Miguel had to stop since you lost consciousness. Concerned about being upside down for too long, Miguel placed you on the bed and made sure to take care of you. He didn't need a hospital trip anytime soon.

"But this doesn't mean we won't do it again," Miguel chuckled as he stroked your cheek.

He wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if it was rushed, going on hiatus in a few days!!!

[the-prettiest-teardrop]

His Dove

Pairing- Coriolanus Snow x Femme Reader

Warnings- Arranged marriage, loveless marriage, implied smut, Coryo is mean and calls read a dumb bitch, yelling, Coryo grabs readers arm hard enough to bruise.

A/N- This is based on some HCs you guys seemed to like, so um, here’s this!

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You thought that marrying Coriolanus Snow, powerful and handsome as he was, would be your best decision, but it quickly turned to your demise. The night you said, “I do,” had been amazing, the wedding exactly as you wanted. He cared for you, keeping the allure of a good husband, until it was slowly dropped.

Now you were here, workers around you, getting you ready for the gala tonight. You had grown fond of the public appearances, only because it caused Coriolanus to care for you, or at least act like it. You nodded slowly as someone held up a red dress, picked by Coriolanus. Your slow response made the fact that your mind was elsewhere quite clear to the people milling around you.

“President Snow has requested your hair to be put up.” A worker informs you in the same flat, professional tone they always spoke to you in. They began tying your hair into an intricate bun, all you did was watch, emptiness overtaking you. 

Once they finished, Coriolanus came into the room, shooing the help out under the guise of wanting alone time with you.

“Are you ready for the gala?” He questions, his voice flat and cold.

“Yes, and I laid all your things out on the bed.” You respond quietly, nodding to your shared bed where his suit lay.

“Good, I expect you to be waiting in the dining hall for me.” He speaks in the same cold tone as he walks towards the bed. You quickly nod and exit the room, wandering towards the grand dining hall.

You didn’t understand what you did, I mean, you were the perfect wife, always doing as he asked, only to be ignored. You thought this as you walked laps around the hall, letting your hands trail along the table. You stopped in front of a mirror, gazing at the woman you no longer recognized.

“What are you doing?” Came your husband’s voice calling down to you.

“My apologies, I was checking my makeup.” You respond, finally turning to look at him. His blond locks were slicked back, and his piercing blue eyes bore into you.

“No need for that, come, we must get to the gala.” He beckons, waving a hand in order to motion you to his side. You quickly walk over, reaching out for his hand, only for him to pull it away. “We aren’t in public yet, there’s no need for that.” He speaks harshly.

The two of you silently walk to the room where the gala shall be held, and enter hand in hand from the top of a set of gorgeous stairs. The both of you smiled as you walked down, hearing the whispered compliments about the two of you. He turned to you, and your eyes met his. There was a warm smile on his face, but it didn’t extend to his eyes. He cupped your cheek, kissing you softly. You desperately tried to savor it, chasing his lips as he pulled away. He glared down at you, anger flashing in his eyes as you realized that everyone had seen you chase after his kiss.

The rest of the night went the same as it always did, wandering around on his arm as Coriolanus spoke with important political people or whatever. When it came time to dance, he took you to the floor, holding you close and dancing slowly with you. Once the two of you had danced he went on to some other woman at the party, telling you he was just being polite. This was out of the ordinary, and tears began to well in your eyes as you watched alone from the corner. You knew he’d be mad at you, but at that point, the tears were already falling, and you couldn’t stop them. 

Once finished dancing, he went to you, a look of sheer anger in his eyes. He grabbed your hand and took you toward your room. When asked, he lied and said you were sick. He walked out of the gala holding your hand, but the second you were behind closed doors, he gripped your arm with bruising strength and dragged you to your shared room.

“What was that!?” He shouted, throwing you to the bed. “You embarrassed me in front of EVERYONE, you dumb little bitch! Crying like a baby in front of all those people! I would’ve never married you if I knew you’d be like this!” He roared, and all you could do was sit there and stare up at him.

“Yes Coriolanus, I’m sorry.” You respond, a broken, shattered version of the girl you once were.

“You better be, I’m going to go fix this, you stay here.” He snarls before exiting without another thought.

You sit, staring down at your lap as tears begin to fall. You couldn’t even be mad at him, he had forced you to feel as if it was all your fault. You no longer saw yourself as a victim, rather, you viewed yourself as a monster. You ruined everything, and it was all your fault.

You sat and cried for about an hour, and when the door clicked open and Coriolanus came in, you didn’t notice until he sat beside you.

“What- What’s wrong my dove?” He asks softly, in an almost caring tone.

“Nothing, I’m sorry I ruined the gala.” You say quickly, snapping upright and wiping the tears from your face.

“Darling, I- I’m sorry, I should never have treated my wife like that.” He admits, and you can hear the strain in his voice. Apologizing wasn’t something he did, especially to you. He wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair. “I love you, okay dove? I know I don’t act like it, but I’m gonna change that.”

His sincere words made your heart flutter, and the sadness surrounding you melted. “I love you too.” You quietly reply, tucking your face into the side of his neck.

He promised to show you how much he loved you, something that the maids also knew when you came down for breakfast with purples and pinks painted on your neck. Coriolanus had a smirk on his face, knowing that you would forever be his little dove.

[mschievousx]

now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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n. interlude: violet

violet has always been a strong woman. to take care of seven children and another one on the way, there was no questioning her abilities. just like how a wise wife makes for a strong husband, a loving husband makes for a happy wife.

and violet is beyond happy with her family right now.

with the addition of the silvas, she found a new friend of her own. the adults met in a ball hosted by the queen. the silvas were fairly new in central london just months after arriving from the countryside with a thirteen-year-old boy and a four-year-old little girl.

the patriarch is a military general, she learned. it must be hard for the children and his wife. and so, she bonded with the viscountess silva—sharing her worries and moments in the married life and vice versa.

the boy, she has met. he was an outgoing child and played with her two eldest sons the most. lance was a smart one—very knowledgeable about politics and its science but not offending. he would join her sons whenever their father would discuss about the duties of a viscount and all that it entails.

the little girl, she only met after a year. violet expected her to be a shy, reserved child. oh, how wrong she was.

on their first meet, loraine had no problem in directly asking why she has six children. she was not offended, of course. the girl was simply curious, and violet answered that it is what happens when two people love each other so much.

she did not expect, however, that little loraine would turn to her parents and ask them, do you not love each other so much? violet did not know how to react. fortunately, armand ruffled his daughter's hair and replied, you should thank the heavens the walls are thick.

his wife slapped his arm immediately with a laugh of her own. oh, how quirky the silvas are.

the peculiarity of the said child did not end their as they currently find themselves at the bridgerton's garden. the now six-year-old girl neared the viscount and viscountess on the side as she lost in the game against the bridgerton daughters. the sons and lance were playing cards on the next table.

raine sat on the grass as she looked up to the adults, "lady bridgerton, your husband is lovely."

violet smiled, reaching for her husband's hand as the man laughed at the child's remarks.

"I want to get married." she added with a pout.

"oh? who do you have in mind?" the viscountess asked the little silva.

raine looked up and away as if contemplating hard, "someone like your husband."

edmund laughed at her response as he brushed her hair, "darling, i am afraid there is only i."

the girl clicked her tongue and let out a small groan, mimicking an adult, "no one alike at all?"

"well," he began, trying to think of who could possibly be like him, "my eldest is probably the most similar to me."

at the mention of the eldest, raine grimaced immediately, "anthony? eugh..."

she did not think twice to express her disgust despite the fact that they were just on the adjacent table. the said son turning to her and spoke in a teasing tone.

"as if i would marry a cheeky brat like you."

"as if i would marry an old rake like you." she did not miss a beat in replying, sticking her tongue out to mock.

the adults were nonetheless shocked at the girl's words, their brows raising followed by a soundful laughter from edmund.

"raine!" lance called her for a scolding. he has no problem of her sister calling them rakes because they honestly are. it is only because of the parents present.

anthony placed his cards down instantly and stood up, set to chase the girl as the latter scrambled to run herself, using benedict's seat as a shield.

"ben! stop your brother!"

he snickered at the panic of the little one facing his eldest brother, "oh, no. you are not involving me on—"

"have you no guts?!" she challenged and he immediately found himself putting an arm in front of her to block anthony away with a laugh.

violet, on the other hand, laughed at the whole exchange as well before whispering to her husband, "are we going to ignore how the girl knows the word?"

edmund only chuckled with a nod to their third son, "she learned it from colin."

the viscountess had to close her eyes. of course she would learn it from her own sons. yet, a smile was tugging at the ends of her lips.

her family was quirky as well in their own way.

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with nothing to do, most gathered in the drawing room: violet having her tea while listening to her daughter, francesca learning the pianoforte, eloise reading a fairytale, daphne teaching francesca, colin and his newspapers, and benedict with his paint and canvas.

out of all of them, raine took interest in whatever the second eldest son was doing.

"ben, what are you doing?" she said as she peered from his front behind the canvas.

"i am trying my hand at painting." at the mention of art, she immediately went to his side to see him in action.

upon observing the canvas though, she frowned, her face contorting almost in disgust.

"rubbish. it's just messy lines."

"it's—" benedict turned to violet at once for help, "mother, do you hear her? are you letting the child talk like that?"

just to tease her son, she chuckled with the girl, "loraine's not wrong, dear. they are lines."

he sneered at his mother, "i am getting to it. this is the process."

raine continued to observe his piece in a very contemplative and serious manner, putting her fingers on her chin in thinking. in just no more than fifteen seconds, she shook her head sidewards disapprovingly.

"do not pursue it, ben." the mentioned man glaring at her intensely.

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it was a fine afternoon, with no issues so far. thank god! she cheered. it was rare to have a moment of silence in their home with her children.

rightly so because just as she was about to take a bit of a biscuit, eloise came running inside with immense hurry.

"mama, come!" she exclaimed, dragged her mother without any warning.

"what is happening?" violet asked with worry.

her daughter exclaimed, "raine climbed a tree!"

"what do you mean she climbed a tree?"

she exited their house, only to be greeted by his sons gathering near the tree. violet looked up and lo and behold—there indeed sits at a branch of quite a high tree a seven-year-old loraine.

"oh god," she placed a hand on her chest in concern.

benedict can be heard persuading the young silva to come down, "raine, get down. it is dangerous."

the girl looked down on them with a cheer in her voice, "have you seen how it looks up here? it's amazing!"

he exhaled tolerantly at her excitement, "yes, i have. come down now."

"no, everything looks more wonderful here." she stubbornly replied.

benedict had no choice but to tap anthony, gesturing for him to position himself directly below the girl. the latter nodded, understanding what he is planning.

he patted the trunk a couple of times, finding where he can settle his grip. as soon as he did, he climbed it with ease, reaching the girl on the left branch. he settled beside her, trying to find the right chance, looking at anthony below them.

"see?" raine turned to him with the widest innocent smile he has ever seen, "this way, you can be a few feet closer to your father."

he paused, not knowing what to respond. it was childish, really, but it was also one of the best things someone has ever said to him. and so, he raised his hand to her head and ruffled her hair.

his warm feelings did not last long though as the girl opened her mouth to speak once again with a grin.

"i doubt you can paint something like this."

he glared at her intensely, "stop talking about my painting."

"stop painting."

he gritted his teeth at that, placing a hand on the young silva's arm, "good bye."

"ben—"

and she was not able to continue what she was about to say when it was immediately replaced with a yelp as she fell. anthony caught her with ease, letting her down as she was struggling against him.

"that was uncalled for!"

violet let out a breath she did not know she was holding during the entire exchange. that trio will be the death of her.

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armand has arrived back from his duties after two months. the viscountess silva wasted no time to invite the bridgertons for a sleepover in theirs. the silvas may be just a family of four, but they certainly had a lot of room in their home.

the bridgertons arrived in the afternoon—violet insisted that they will have lunch at theirs prior because it would be too much for the silvas to shoulder four meals.

after they have settled and dispersed to do their own things while their parents bonded, the eight-year-old marched to where they were in the leisure hall, finding violet's second eldest too with his pad and brush.

"benedict, you fool!"

he turned to her with a look of clear confusion, "what now?"

"why are you using my equipment as models?"

ah, yes. across benedict were raine's glasses, flasks, tubes, and beakers, arranged carefully in an aesthetic manner.

he looked back in front and realised that it was hers. at first, he really thought they were lance's and the latter even allowed him to use them when he asked permission.

he turned back to her and shrugged, "i have been painting flowers and vases and fruits. i would like to try a new one and glasses are perfect to experiment with since they are transparent."

"what did my innocent tools ever do to you..."

she walked towards her things and returned them carefully to their respective places before she turned to grab a stool. the young silva placed it in front of him at the right distance, sitting with her back straight

"now, go on."

benedict raised a brow on what she was tryimg to do, "do you want me to draw you?"

she gave him a sarcastic smile, not wanting to concede, "no, you want to draw and i just happened to be here."

he conceded but not without a shot of his own, "if it comes out plain or unpleasant, know that it is not my talent but you."

she let her mouth fell at his comment, only picking it up when she turned to her mother for support.

"mother! are you really going to let him speak like that?!"

armand, along with the two viscountesses, laughed at their banter.

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it was fairly a normal night, unless you take in the fact that it was the death anniversary of her mother. it has been six years, and while it has been long since she could laugh again, an air of longing still remains.

and so, the fourteen-year-old asked daphne and francesca to play the piano of a concerto they all wrote together—raine wrote most parts, considering that it is a tribute for her mother. she took her violin and stood beside the piano, the family gathering close to hear them play.

it was not a single-themed piece. all throughout the music, you could hear notes that dripped of grief and loneliness, yet of joy and relief at the same time. the three of them were playing flawlessly, embodying every message and emotion they wanted to convey.

"do not look at her like that. she is a child."

violet muttered as small as she chould after noticing her son's gaze at the young silva.

"i am not." he turned to her mother right away, denying what she said with a fearful look at the same time—as if he was caught doing something he should not, "i am simply wondering."

he turned back to their performance, trying to control his expressions as what his mother said shook him even after his denial.

"she is interesting, smart, and funny." he complimented with awe to dismiss the previous idea, "and quite artistic too, it seems."

he laced his voice with a familiar smirk on his lips just as they ended their piece, "god really has his favourites."

the lady in question smiled serenely, walking to her father and hugging him in a comforting manner. with lance away on his duty, it was only him and her. however, right now, the bridgertons are proving to be a good source of solace.

violet pushed the topic behind, following her son's humor, "are you now envious of the child?"

"no," he said, eyes never leaving her form, "i am admiring."

the matriarch could do nothing but trust his son—trust that he knows what to do, understands it cannot be now, and cares to wait for the right time.

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they have gathered at the bridgerton's garden once again for a fine day. this one is surely void of any problems, i assure—if you could just please ignore gregory and hyacinth chasing each other, colin and eloise arguing about social matters, and benedict glaring at anthony's back.

honestly, violet is grateful for at least two children of hers that could converse peacefully with one another.

"stop staring daggers at your brother." she said discreetly, trying not to move her lips in fear of the pair in discussion hearing. she sat with her tea settled on the table, observing her children with benedict beside her, sketching on his pad.

"i am not." he firmly denied once again, eyes going back to his drawing as if invested on it.

she hummed dismissively, completely not believing him this time, "anthony is simply teaching her his duties."

he dropped his pad on his lap and turned to his mother, "what for?"

recounting what the girl's father and her talked about days back, she divulged, "armand will pass the title again to her when she debuts."

benedict was honestly surprised by that. lance, who has been the viscount for three years, died two years past, making armand the viscount again during this time. now—or three years from now, to be exact—he would be passing the title to his child again.

"why? it is not a duty for someone so—" he paused, trying to find the words as he turned to her as if she was the answer itself, "pure."

violet understood what he meant. however, she would also beg to differ. the girl was a bundle of things. she was almost frightening—a jack of all trades and master to all.

"she is quite capable, i can see. if anyone is going to be it, it is her."

lady bridgerton continued as benedict ultimately closed his pad and placed it on the table. before she could do anything, he was already well on his way towards the pair.

they both raised their heads from the papers they were discussing and turned to him, anthony asking him, "what are you doing here?"

he raised his eyebrows, pitch going high as he defended himself, "can't i be interested of my brother's tasks as well?"

"you never are." the elder indifferently shrugging.

he insisted, "well, i am now."

raine narrowed her eyes at the man interrupting what she likes to call as her 'time to be pretentious'. she dismissed as well, "stop bothering us, ben."

benedict scoffed and let out a mocking chuckle at that, "oh, i am bothering you now?"

she nodded with ease, clueless of his internal emotions. she grinned at the idea that just came to her mind.

"unless you are going to marry me... because i would gladly let you whisk me away."

"no!"

benedict firmly rejected after a short pause, retracing his steps back to his mother again. he left them be, but not without tapping his brother's arm in good nature. a gesture that says he is not taking it seriously. yet, there was a grumble in every step he took away from them. his mother, however, knows best.

violet certainly did not miss the way her son's mouth stammered before saying no without conviction.

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[ladyodium]

One thing that really pissed me off was the way Viserys constantly talked about having his family stop fighting while actively displaying favoritism towards one single side of his family.

Let’s go down the list:

- you wanted a son SO bad you butchered Queen Aemma while HOLDING HER HAND DOWN. Then you turn away while she’s screaming bloody murder for you to save her! You LOOK AWAY! You did this LOOK!

-you then spent the entire time feeling sorry for yourself and giving no comfort to your daughter

-you banish your brother so many times, I’m surprised Daemon still returns. You allow yourself to listen to your hand who whispers lies in your ears and fills your head with lies. I don’t know how you don’t see how Otto was pushing you away from your family.

-you then name Rhaenyra your heir because you can’t have Daemon as heir any longer. Not because you believe she can rule but because you feel guilty for slaughtering her mother. This shows when in the council meeting she suggests sending Dragon riders, and you sit there and watch Otto Hightower, A SECOND SON, dismiss your own daughter! HELLO?! WHATS NOT CLICKING?! Then you don’t even discuss why that wouldn’t be a good move. YOU OFFER NO SUPPORT.

-then you start creeping around with Alicent and asking her “do you speak of our talks to Rhaenyra. I fear she won’t understand” UNDERSTAND WHAT?! YOU CREEPING AROUND WITH A GIRL YOUR DAUGHTERS AGE?! HUH?!

-then you marry Alicent after knowing how your daughter would feel about someone close to her marrying her father. You act surprised when she then becomes even more angry with you.

-you keep getting cut on the throne, I.e. the throne is rejecting you.

-for Rhaenys being your favorite cousin you treat her like you do your brother, at arms length.

-then you have the son you always wanted and it’s still not enough for you. You’re forever stuck grieving the woman YOU killed. That’s not fair.

-not only do you have THE son, you have TWO more and a daughter! You have a new family and even that isn’t enough for you!

-you constantly show Rhaenyra favoritism and never discipline her because you feel guilty. How can I dare punish my daughter when I slaughtered her mother. I need to gain her favor but not in a way that would make her ready for the throne. No, we’re gonna just smother her wrong doings and move on.

-oh, driftmark! Dear lord I thought he couldn’t get more useless. You stand there and questioned your own INJURED son like a common criminal! You then gaslight Alicent into not being angry because you just won’t punish Rhaenyra and her children. No, you want peace at the cost of everyone else’s feelings.

No wonder Viserys caught leprosy. He’s always been rotten from the inside out. He appears like this nice guy, but he’s not. He’s not a good father, husband, king or person. He’s a people pleaser with a leash and Otto Hightower is his owner.



[angel5ofp0rn]

Young!Price x Younger!Reader

Where Exhusband!Price first tells you he loves you 🙂‍↕️

When John wakes up in your bed, he looks over to where you’re still sleeping next to him.

Your body looks so peaceful and comfortable as it rests against his. He can't help but just lay there and stare at you for a few moments.

You snuggle closer to him, taking in all the body heat you can to warm your naked body.

John smiles. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in even tighter, as if that were even possible.

"Johnathan..." You murmur sleepily, your lips pressed against his neck.

John smiles and runs his fingers through your hair, stroking it gently. He has no plans right now other than to just cuddle with you and forget about his impending trip back home to London.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart. Lemme take care of you..." John speaks softly, your hair falling through his fingers.

You stretch a bit, eyes closed, your naked body becoming more exposed to the man next to you.

"Can you un-enlist?" You mumble sleepily, draping your smooth leg over his hairy thighs. “Jus’ stay here with me… no strings attached… just hold me an’ pet me…”

John snorts.

He pulls you in a little bit closer and kisses your head, pressing you against his chest.

“Wish it were so simple,” John murmurs, “I’d love to… I love you.”

You open your eyes suddenly, waking up a bit more "Wait... What?"

John continues to stroke your hair gently. He didn't mean to say it outloud, because he wasn't sure how you would react.

"You love me?" You sit up now, not caring that your upper body is fully exposed as the covers pool around your waist.

John chuckles, his eyes crinkling a bit in the corners, and he reaches out a hand to gently pull you closer to him again.

"You said you love me.” You repeat when John pulls you to his chest again. Your chin rested on his chest so you could look up at his face.

He nods to confirm that he did. There is no denying it at this point.

"I do love you."

You scan his eyes, as if waiting for a sign that he was joking… or talking in his sleep.

He meets your eyes and he holds your gaze. He’s being earnest.

"We've only known each other for, like, a few months. Is this crazy?"

''Course it's fuckin' crazy," John murmurs, pulling you in for a kiss.

You kiss him back softly, caressing his face with your hand.

"There's something goin’ on between the two of us,” John speaks in his gruff, sleepy voice when your lips separate from his. “I dunno if I’ve ever felt love like this…”

"You are such a softie,” You grin widely.

John chuckles at your response as he pulls back slightly to look at you better.

He can't get enough of your smile.

"I meant what I said,” John speaks carefully, a thumb gently tracing your cheekbone.

You sigh softly. "It's kind of scary, right?"

"It is, but it also feels so good. Feels right."

"Let's get married." You tease with a cheeky grin, leaning into his touch.

"Why not?" He smirks a bit. “I’ve got your ring picked out.”

Your grin falters. “ You have my ring picked out?”

John nods again, his cheeks slightly pinker than before.

You blink, considering pinching yourself to see if you’re still asleep.

“Picked it out after our first date,” He explains through a blush. “Said you wan’ed that second date proposal, after all.”

You shake your head slowly, realizing that you’ve truly met someone as crazy as you.

Your person.

Your soulmate.

You get out of bed and head towards your bathroom, leaving John behind.

“Gonna shower before our second date, then?” John calls after you with a smirk, arms folded behind his head.

He always knows he has you. Fuck, does he have you.

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Young, Nikto x Reader -sfw, light angst

Nikto who you used to date in your early twenties, in the middle of his career at least. That's what he says before he dissapears for a whole decade, showing back up at your door so different yet so similar.

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM GRRRRR RGRRRRRRRGRRRAAAA GRRRRR Oh also tw shitty google translated because I do NOT want to log into CS and finding someone to talk to just to find out how to write this bitch

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What was his name again? You couldn't even remember it's been so long since you've ever called him it either way. Countless voice calls, missing person reports, hell, you even went to his base just to get laughed at like you were insane, looking for nobody. Nikto, that's who he was to you, a nobody, long forgotten yet the memory of him burns in your heart.

You missed him for a while decade, finding new lovers and so forth but no one loved like him, your missing half.

Gone yet he burned and seared and stabbed and fucking carved a hole in your heart.

And now he was back. The Nikto was back, just as he was before, a nobody, showing up at your door uninvited like a stray, unknown to you, a stranger and yet one you recognize all the same, a mask over his face yet you could already recognize who was behind that bolted shut mask.

Eyes wide with recognition and hope in his crinkled eyes that made you sick to your core, a childlike glee mixed with nostalgic love in his eyes that made your heart burn.

"Pozhaluysta-", the first words he spoke, Please, and it was all he could say before you shut the door on his face, tears already stinging your eyes as you backed away from the door, ignoring the slow, deliberate knocks as if he wasn't trying to scare you off.

And just like that, that nobody- that stranger shaped hole in your heart started to ache again.

Started to ache for him, yet again, a decade too late.

"Leave", and those were the first words you spoke once your tears stopped, hours later and yet one glance through the peephole would show you the same man, standing right on your doorway as if he lived there, he didn't move an inch.

A purple bouquet of flowers were held in his hands as if they belonged there and you stood there for what felt like ages, observing him, making sure he was real, telling him to leave once again just as the sun began to set.

The way the sun reflected from your door to his mask all the way down to the bouquet and his large yet tight fitting black coat just made him look...young. Just like the young man you once dated, like the young one you once were. Together.

It made him look like he belonged there- belonged with you, and it made you sick, stomach tightening until your knees were weak as you leaned against the door.

"Leave...please", you called out for what felt like the hundredth time, calling out for him. To come back home, to marry you just like he'd promised and yet he was finally back, so fucking late.

And he spoke, that voice that you can pick out pieces from in your memory, rougher than you remember but that comes with age, you rationalize as he steps even closer to the door as if he fucking owned it.

Well..he did, his card was on the house when he helped you buy it, but then again. He's been missing for far too long that he's been long legally dead.

"Moy lyubov'...please..let me in", he begged. He begged, fuck. He's changed, no longer the cocky, rough around the edges boy you used to date, it's been years, of course he's changed. He's your age, older by a few, he's a man now. Or should be.

Still rough around the edges yet like a knife he'll only point you the blade for you to wield. It's always been like that, giving you the trigger. The man once a weapon, a gun, loud and destructive turned steel, a sharp blade, your knife to carve out anything you want of him.

Your hand betrayed your mind, pushing down on the doorknob as you froze for a moment, looking at him through no barriers, pure and true and bigger than life.

"Why?-", you tried to ask for so many things. Why did you finally come back? Why a decade too late? Why did you leave me? Why, why, why, why. So many unanswered questions and yet he wasn't a man of his words.

Hands firm and rough as they push the door open wide, slamming it against the wall as he took in his chance. Entering your once shared space as his eyes hungrily took you in, closing the door with a simple kick of his foot before his mask pressed against your face.

The cold metal kissed your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist and back all the way to your shoulders. Eyes wide with recognition and mirth as you felt his hand grip your hip, pressed so tightly against him as if he never wanted to separate.

The message was clear, you were his again, once again. And forever. There would be no escape from something you never ran from.

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[vigilskeep]

i may be not all on the up and up with dwarf culture and all, but from my understanding, concubines/mistresses/etc are treated much differently with their standing in houses and politics and the like. since rica + her kid is still considered part of bhelen's house despite not being married (yet?).

so this leads me to, carrying this thought process over, a dwarf!warden is named a living paragon regardless of the choices made, and so their house/family is elevated to pretty much godhood. the obvious follow up is kieran would be part of this alongside morrigan i assume if the dwarf!warden had him with her, but could it go further?

if the dwarf!warden is a mistress to alistair, would he also not be considered part of their house and therefor dwarven nobility? and by extension, anora if she's on the throne too? and i guess further with eamon, teagan, etc...

could you not make a worldstate where the sitting divine of the orlais chantry is, by the laws of orzammar, could be considered the highest of nobility with them?

bhelen would love in-law visits

the buzzkill paragraph is that it’s a little more complicated for a dwarf warden, because the special warden privileges that let them hang out on the surface and still retain their caste don’t necessarily apply to any above-ground family members, even dwarven ones. if they’re not dwarven, i’m actually not clear if it’s possible at all for a non-dwarf to hold caste status, though it’s certainly a really interesting unexplored aspect of orzammar culture, which is so isolationist but so reliant on trade with surfacers! there might be further difficulties for specific instances; for example, producing children is explicitly the purpose of having concubines, and status as a concubine seems highly dependent on that—beraht implies that even if a child is born, the status only lasts as long as the child lives—so i’m unsure what formal provision if any would exist for same-sex couples

the fun paragraph is that all that being said, every hard rule can bend if someone is favoured enough, and the dwarf warden is a living paragon. whether or not surfacer lovers and perhaps their children are technically part of the new house, i would definitely expect them to be treated with suitable honours in orzammar. you’re right bhelen would be living the dream at those family dinners. what a world

if it did apply as you say, it’d be a hell of thing. given. you know. fereldan culture and chantry marriage law existing. the king of ferelden or the divine having a lover is not ideal, but it’s at least understandable. a non-human lover is pushing it. the king of ferelden or the divine being formally considered some kind of concubine by non-chantry law? come on now. it’s very fun it’s also hugely risky of pushing some people too far (for one, i would NOT push anora like this, frankly)

[writing-for-life]

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known

Or: Does Morpheus really have commitment issues?

[Bear with me, I’ll get to this panel 🤣]

I’ve read many times that Morpheus supposedly has commitment issues, and it always has me scratching my head a bit…

I personally rather think he is desperate to commit. He so badly craves a serious relationship that he is prone to rush into it and build it on wonky foundations, but he has certainly no commitment issues as we would commonly understand them.

Is it in his nature though to be truly seen and understood when he is [a] Dream? And can dreams ever last? These are the much more interesting questions in my view. Let’s have a look at the romantic relationships we know of…

Killalla: Walked out on him. That wasn’t his lack of commitment. If anything, he came on a bit strong while she was still assessing her feelings for him.

Alianora: He fully committed to her despite basically being bullied into it by Desire. And they were happy for “a goodly while”. For those in doubt: “Goodly” doesn’t mean “a bit”. It means “great, large, long.” And the fact that Alianora couldn’t go back to her own plane because she had stayed in the Dreaming too long corroborates that they were together for a long time. Probably longer than any human relationship ever lasts, because I doubt “a long time” means “a couple of years” for someone who is 12 billion years old.

And now I’ll sandwich the relationship we hardly know anything about between some random (?) panels to also make a point why I think it might sit here in the timeline…

Titania: Who knows. Sounded like an affair, and as if they both had no intention of committing. He was clearly very fond of her though, and I can never shake the feeling that we should look a bit deeper into AMND and find the parallels between Auberon, Titania (not hard, and they are pretty much pictured as estranged) and Bottom. There are many ways to get confused with a jackass, you know? 🤣 Plus, Bottom is the one who gets to play Pyramus in “Pyramus and Thisbe”. That’s the ultimate blueprint for “Romeo and Juliet”: Ill-fated love of catastrophic proportions, people are dead by the end of it. That’s why I often wondered if the affair with Titania was actually pre-Nada, and the inspiration for Shakespeare wasn’t random (it wasn’t random for The Tempest either). I mean, it wasn’t random anyway because it was a parting gift, but I also don’t think it was entirely random with regard to their relationship. Wild head-canon of course, but maybe not that wild (he also says that Wendel’s Mound was already a theatre before humans walked the earth, so there’s that)? And even if he wasn’t committed (we quite frankly don’t know if he intended to but she didn’t or couldn’t), she and the Fae meant enough to him to give them a play as a parting gift.

Nada: Killed herself after one night, but that wasn’t down to lack of commitment on his part. Again: If anything, he came on far too strong, wanted to be with her and was far too pushy about it.

Calliope: We don’t know how long they were together before they had Orpheus. Could have been a while, could have been only a shortish time. But even if we assumed they had him fairly quickly—they were still together when Orpheus, who was mortal, got married to Eurydice, so even if he got married young, we’re still talking something in the realm of +/- 20 years, and that’s the absolute low-ball-estimate. And while they had started to drift apart (considering what we know from Calliope), they were still on good terms and had no intention of splitting up until the whole Orpheus drama caused a rift they couldn’t mend. Again: That’s not someone who has commitment issues. It’s a relationship breaking down over hurt, stubbornness and grief.

Thessaly: Again, she was the one who left him and caused his dramatic interlude in the rain. Were they ill suited? Yes. Did she feel neglected and went into a strop over it? Yes. Did he not get that she felt neglected? Also yes, but that’s not lack of commitment. That’s his not getting that people aren’t mind readers (must be hard if you’re probably one yourself 🤣) and, by and large, need assurances of love. He doesn’t get that these women don’t understand they have his love; he can’t grasp that line of thinking because it is all so clear to him when he loves someone: They have him, what’s the issue? Is that a not so great way of (not) communicating when you’re having a relationship to someone? Absolutely. Is it a commitment issue though? Absolutely not.

I think Morpheus doesn’t really have commitment issues in romantic relationships—wouldn’t that almost be antithetical to his nature? Rules and responsibilities. Yeah, about that one…

What I do think is that he struggles with the mortifying ordeal of being (not) known by his lovers. Because how could he? He is Dream. That is his problem. Dreams cannot be fully known or understood. He is very eloquent but at the same time a very… confusing communicator. I don’t want to say “bad”, because I feel that’s not getting to the bottom of it. Again, it is the nature of dreams to be confusing and strange, open to (mis)interpretation, hard to grasp and understand. And they also stop being dreams once they become real. All of that is true and hence makes relationships both hard for him and those involved. Is he truly not willing to commit though?

I still find that hard to believe…

[formulauno98]

A Birthday to Remember - Part One - Toto Wolff x Reader

Originally written as an OC, inspired by an amazing request from @latte-luxe, I have rewritten this to a Reader POV, no descriptions and no use of your name. The only brief description is of a butt (you can probably guess why).

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Caution may contain spice. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

THE MORNING

It was Saturday morning and stepping out onto your balcony at the Fairmont Monte Carlo, you swept your eyes over the spectacular view. It was a pinch yourself to check if you’re dreaming kind of view of sparkling blue waters, peppered every so often with a gleaming white yacht.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” murmured a husky, heavily accented voice from behind you. Before you even had the chance to turn around, a pair of muscular arms swooped around from behind, coming to rest on your hips, large hands gently squeezing your curves.

“Good morning to you too,” you said, turning around and leaning up to kiss your tall towel-clad Austrian companion, resting your hand on his bare chest as he pressed himself tightly against you. It was yet another pinch me I’m dreaming moment. If someone had told you this time yesterday that this was how you would be spending your Saturday morning you would have laughed and called them crazy, but sometimes life could be crazy.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

It was a sunny evening and you were standing out on the balcony with a glass of wine in your hand, gazing across the Mediterranean whilst waiting for your three best friends to get ready. As a lifelong Formula One lover, a weekend trip to Monaco had been on the cards for a while so when your friends asked where you wanted to go to celebrate your special birthday it was at the top of the list. Turning the dream into reality was another thing altogether and you still couldn’t believe that the trip had materialised. A trip had finally made it out of the group chat.

Dinner was due to be lowkey as Saturday was going to be the big night out, with dinner plans at Elsa, a Michelin-star establishment, followed by a night on the tiles at Jimmyz, a club frequented by the world of Formula One. Although you couldn’t afford to come for a race weekend, this was truly a bucket list trip and you hoped to catch a glimpse of some nice cars, the iconic track and if you were lucky maybe even a driver or two… A wild Charles Leclerc sighting in Monaco was like spotting Mickey Mouse in Disneyland.

Friday night’s restaurant of choice was Song Qi, an upscale Chinese restaurant in Larvotto that had come highly recommended. You were looking forward to seeing what made Monaco so special and couldn’t wait to hit the town.

“How long is the walk?” A voice called out from your suite.

“About five/ten minutes.” You replied, sighing, as always the mom of the group.

“Medium heels it is then,” your friend Olivia replied.

“We can always get a car,” you suggested.

“No, let’s conserve the taxi budget for tomorrow night,” Olivia said, stepping out onto the balcony to join you, “Laura and Becca are almost ready.”

“Good idea,” you replied, “You look gorgeous by the way.”

Olivia beamed with the compliment, stepping back to twirl in her pink minidress and sparkling sandals, “I try my best, although I can’t compete with you.”

You blushed, not used to the compliments. You’d chosen a simple white dress with gold sandals for the evening’s dinner, perhaps a risky move in a restaurant serving noodles but you felt fabulous. It wasn’t long before Laura and Becca also emerged, both looking as beautiful as ever. The four of you had treated yourselves to two adjoining suites and opened up the connecting door to create a mega-suite.

“Oh la la, give us a twirl,” you said, looking your elegant friend up and down as she dutifully spun around.

“Beautiful!” Now it was Laura and Becca’s turn to blush. “Ditto! Shall we get going?”

“Sounds like a plan.” you agreed, the four of you making your way off of the balcony.

——

Song Qi turned out to be an excellent choice, with the table weighed down with baskets of dim sum and bowls of noodles, crispy beef and endless wontons. The restaurant was decadent but comfortable and as you sank back into your sumptuous green velvet chair you spotted a strangely familiar face at the table across from you. He was dark-haired, handsome with chiselled features and although he was sat down, tall, as he towered above the two men he was dining with.

It took you a moment to realise that it was none other than Toto Wolff, the affable Mercedes Formula One team principal. Although you thought it was only for a moment, you must have stared for a while as he briefly met your eyes and shot you a charming smile. Smiling back like a fool, your friends whipped their heads around to see who you were smiling at, fortunately, Toto not noticing as he had returned to his plate.

“Damn girl, he’s kinda hot, in that old businessman kind of way,” said Olivia, turning back around to face you.

“Well yes…” you stuttered, “He’s also one of the team principals in Formula One.”

“Huh?” Asked your three friends blankly, not followers of the sport.

“Kind of like the equivalent of a football manager,” you explained, “Except he owns some of the team as well.”

“Fancy, well he’s pretty. You should go and talk to him.” Said Laura, all formula one facts going straight over her head.

“Oh my god, no,” you said, “I’m sure he was just being polite.”

As if on cue, Toto looked up and locked eyes with you once again, his deep brown eyes crinkling. You gulped, returning his gaze with a smile once again.

Dinner continued, with the girls chatting away as every so often you met Toto’s eyes across the crowded restaurant. He looked to be in some kind of business meeting as the two men with him were dressed smartly and looked serious while conversing with them.

It wasn’t long before dinner had been cleared and a smiling waiter emerged with a chocolate cake laden down with a sparkler and numerous candles, Olivia, Becca and Laura looking at each other mischievously before breaking into a rousing rendition of the Happy Birthday song. You felt your cheeks reddening as you realised the entire restaurant, including Toto and his business associates had joined in the song. As you blew out the candles, you once again locked eyes with Toto who was grinning away while applauding.

“You guys are the worst,” you said, half joking as you shook your head at your friends. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Aw, well we had to do something,” said Laura, “It’s not every day you have a big birthday like this and although I still don’t understand why you love your car racing so much, I’m happy that we came here.”

You smiled at your friends, appreciative of them enabling your desire to walk around the Formula One track and visit the car museum despite the fact they really weren’t interested. Just as you were musing how ironic it was that you’d even seen Toto Wolff, their waiter reappeared with a tray of drinks.

“Oh, I don’t think we ordered those,” said Olivia politely.

“Yes Madame, in fact, the gentlemen over there sent them alongside their birthday wishes.” The waiter replied.

You were floored, Toto Wolff had sent you birthday wishes. An interesting turn of events.

“Well, then that’s very nice of them,” said Olivia, as the waiter set them down, nudging you before adding, “You should go and say thank you!”

“Oh my God, yes, go!” Said Becca, egging Olivia on.

Sighing, but also buoyed by your friends’ enthusiasm, you relented, “I’m going to go but only to say thank you.”

Your three friends squealing with excitement, you took an extra sip of your drink for courage before standing up and sauntering over to where Toto and his associates sat. His interest piqued immediately as he noticed you making your way across the restaurant.

“Good evening, sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to say thank you for the drinks, it was very kind of you,” you said, a little too quickly due to nerves.

“Well, it’s not every day you celebrate a milestone like that.” Replied Toto kindly, standing up to hold out his hand to shake yours, “I’m Toto by the way, and this is Jean and Sebastian,” he gestured at the older gentlemen he was dining with.

Struck by the almost comical height difference you introduced yourself and looked up at the tall Austrian in front of you as he gripped your hand very tightly, “Nice to meet you all.”

The other gentlemen smiled politely, wishing you a happy birthday before picking their conversation back up. Toto, however, remained stood up, his eyes raking your curves. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Now you really were blushing, “You’re far too kind.”

“Not at all,” he said, “I hope you do not think this forward but would you like to join me for dinner one evening?”

Once again, your eyes widened, how was this man asking you out? Pulling yourself together, you knew you had to politely decline, you were here with your friends after all, “I would love to but unfortunately I’m only here until Sunday so I’m not sure if I’ll have time.”

Toto looked disappointed but pressed further, “Well then, how about a drink later this evening?”

Trying your best to stay calm, you tried to play it cool, “I’m not sure, it’s a girl's trip and I don’t want to ditch my friends, I really would love to though. Maybe can I get your number and text you once I’ve figured out their plans?”

“Understood,” replied Toto, looking down, gazing into your eyes with an unreadable expression, “It would be my pleasure, give me your phone.”

With that, you handed your phone to the tall Austrian in front of you who deftly punched in his contact. “Thank you, I’ll check in with the girls and let you know. I’ll leave you to your dinner for now but I hope to see you later,” you said with a smile.

Toto turned to glance at his dining companions who were still deep in conversation, and dropped closer down to your ear, keeping his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine, “It’s okay, I don’t think they missed me. I hope to see you later too.”

Looking up at Toto with a smile, you replied “I’m sure they did. See you, Toto.” As you turned back towards your table you glanced back over your shoulder and saw Toto’s eyes were locked on you as he returned to his seat. He was undeniably hot and as much as you always abided by the golden rule, chicks before dicks, this was special circumstances.

Sitting back down with your friends, they immediately leaned in to get the lowdown.

“What did he say? He didn’t take his eyes off of you!” said Laura excitedly.

“He just wished me a happy birthday… and asked me out,” you said blushing.

“No way!” exclaimed your three friends in unison.

“You’re going to go right?” said Olivia, looking at you in concern.

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to ditch you all for a man but equally he’s hot as fuck and it would only be for an hour or so.”

“An hour or so?” said Becca, raising her eyebrows, “I doubt this, but you should go, make it a memorable birthday!”

You looked over once again at where Toto sat, he was a striking man, pushing all of his success to one side. “What the hell, I’ll message him now. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Your friends squealed with excitement in unison.

You grabbed her phone and nervously began typing your message to Toto.

It’s all good for tonight, we’re almost done eating so I’m free whenever you are.

You could see Toto excuse himself and take out his phone, shooting a grin from across the restaurant before looking down to type a response.

Sure enough, your phone buzzed.

Perfect, so are we. Shall I meet you outside in ten minutes?

You replied excitedly, still not believing you were texting Toto Wolff of all people. 

Sounds like a plan.

——

You were nervous but excited as you saw Toto and his associates pay their bill and head off, Toto shooting you a wink as he jostled his way out of the restaurant.

Settling their own bill, your group were close behind and as you exited the restaurant, sure enough, you saw Toto standing outside waiting, leaning casually up against a column.

Bidding your friends goodbye, you made your way towards your date for the evening. “Hi,” you said somewhat awkwardly, knowing that your friends were likely watching from where they were ordering a taxi to return them to the hotel.

“Hi,” he said, glancing down fondly, “How was your dinner?”

“So good!” you said, “How was yours?”

“It was okay, my dining companions weren’t as lovely as you but I think my evening is improving,” he said with a rakish grin.

You smiled, “You’re a charmer, Toto. Where were you thinking of heading?”

“I know a place a few streets behind, it’s not so fancy but they have an excellent selection of wine if you like it?”

Knowing that you were already a little tipsy, you were grateful that he’d suggested wine, “Sounds good to me, lead the way, Mr Wolff!”

Toto whipped his head around, “I never told you my surname.”

Feeling you’d made a huge error of judgement, you stuttered, Toto’s dark eyes intimidating you before you decided the best course of action was to fess up, “Well it took me a moment but I recognised you. Guilty as charged.”

Musing quietly, Toto’s expression softened, “So you know a little about me, tell me about yourself.”

As you made your way around the twisting streets towards the bar, you filled Toto in on your background, your blossoming career and your plans for the big birthday weekend. He was an engaged listener, asking you questions and interjecting with his own anecdotes. Certainly surprising for a man of his stature.

Soon enough you arrived at your destination, Toto taking the lead and speaking with the Maitre D’ who promptly led you to a secluded table towards the back of the bar.

Settling down on the chair opposite Toto, you were suddenly much more nervous. 

“You look nervous,” Toto said, his eyes softening.

“Well, this is not how I thought my evening was going to pan out. The ruse is up in that I recognised you so I may as well tell you that we came to Monaco because I love Formula One.” you blushed furiously as your words tangled into one.

“Relax, so you know about Formula One?” he said, reaching across the table, taking your hand in his and tracing small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Well, probably not as much as you.” you laughed, breaking the tension and gazing into his eyes.

“You’d be surprised,” said Toto shrugging with a smirk. “I just got lucky.”

——

As the evening went on, you discussed everything under the sun, the wine helping you feel less awkward and forget who you were talking to. Toto was funnier than you expected and you spent half the evening giggling at his stupid remarks. He’d regaled you with stories of his travel adventures, driving mishaps and various other anecdotes, whilst you’d filled him in with tales of your own travels and some embarrassing childhood moments. You’d even bonded over your love of all things with an engine. Time had flown by and you didn’t want the evening to end.

“Ahem.” Your conversation was suddenly interrupted by a waiter, “Monsieur, Madame, I am sorry to say that we are closing in ten minutes. Can I take one last order?”

Knowing that you were well beyond tipsy, you shook your head, looking at Toto to check if he was in agreement. Looking somewhat bleary-eyed himself he shook his head as well, “Just the bill please.”

Soon enough the cheque had been settled and you found yourself once again wandering the moonlit streets of Monaco with Toto, this time your hand firmly encased in his.

“Where do you need to go?” Toto asked kindly, “I can drop you back.”

“I’m staying at the Fairmont,” you replied.

“It’s not so far, are you happy to walk?” he asked, squeezing your hand.

“Sure, it’s just up there,” you replied gesturing at the bend in the road where the hotel was perched, “As long as you can get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Toto, a dark look in his eye. “Remind me, when do you leave again?”

“Sunday afternoon,” you said sadly, wishing you were staying for longer.

“Well, you’ll have to come back next year for the Grand Prix,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Maybe if I rob a bank!” you said with a chuckle, “One day.”

“I don’t like to boast, but I might know someone who can get you in without having to resort to organised crime,” he said, laughing with a deep rumble.

“Oh really?” you said, turning to face Toto in the inky moonlight, “Is he nice?”

“Very,” said Toto, dropping your hand and placing his hands on either side of your waist, swaying slightly in his merry state.

Laughing, you stretched up to look Toto in the eye, “I’ll have to meet this guy, he sounds great.”

At that your lips met, Toto bending down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, the height difference making it slightly a challenge but one that neither of you seemed bothered by. As the kiss deepened, Toto began to run his hands down towards your perfectly rounded ass, squeezing gently as he found your curves.

Breaking apart for air, you glanced around, luckily there was no one in the empty street but you didn’t want to risk being caught making out in the street with a famous face and it being splashed across the tacky tabloids.

“Do you fancy a nightcap at mine?” you asked, looking up at Toto through your fluffy long lashes. As a rule, you never normally brought men back on a girls' trip but you decided tonight was a special circumstance. 

Toto’s eyes lit up, “Well, I have heard the view is nice.”

You laughed, grabbing Toto’s hand once again and leading him towards the corner entrance to your hotel. As you crossed the lobby you had a sudden panic that Olivia was in your room, and as you made it into the elevator, sent a frantic text knowing your friends would still be awake, waiting for the post-date debrief.

Red alert, I’m bringing him back, please can you vacate?

Sure enough, the replies came back instantaneously.

Oh la la of course birthday girl! 

Get it girl! 

Knew it!!!!!

Smiling as Toto rested his hand on the small of your back in the elevator, you looked up at him before he once again swooped down to catch your lips with his.

The elevator dinged before things could get too heated but it didn’t stop Toto wrapping his arm tightly around your waist as the pair of you stumbled towards your room.

“Here we are,” you said, scrambling to find your keycard in your bag before popping open the door to unveil your impressive suite. Thankfully your friends must have tidied as the detritus from getting ready for the evening was nowhere to be seen.

“Nice,” said Toto before bending down once again to continue kissing you, turning you around to face him as you closed the door. Pressing you against the wall with his leg, he continued to deepen the kiss, his hands starting to explore more of your body.

“As soon as I saw you I knew I had to have you,” he said, his lips resting against your ear, his deep Austrian accent rumbling.

You gulped, you never would have thought it but his voice roused something deep within. Your lips stretching up and finding the crevice of his neck, you replied in a low voice, “Then have me.”

Toto needed no invitation, scooping you up into his arms, he carried you over to the bed, throwing you down before leaning over and continuing to kiss you, his strong arms either side, pinning you down.

Emboldened by his eagerness, you wrapped your legs around his thick torso, pushing yourself against him, not surprised to find a growing bulge. As he ground his hips into yours, he started to explore your curves with his large hands, ghosting your breasts and waist and reaching around to caress your ass once again.

Reaching up, you started to unbutton Toto’s shirt, exposing a surprisingly muscular frame. Impatient, he leaned up and divested himself of the shirt as well as the rest of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but boxers. You couldn’t help but smile at the view that greeted you as he once again lunged down to kiss you, this time, his hands making quick work of pulling your dress off, leaving you exposed in nothing but lingerie and heels.

“You are ridiculous,” he said, his eyes hungry with desire, gazing into your eyes and gently kissing your neck.

“I could say the same about you,” you replied breathily, your back arching in pleasure as Toto kissed his way along your neck and across your collarbone.

Melting into each other’s arms, you began to grind back against his now prominent hardness, feeling yourself getting more turned on by the second.

“Toto?” you asked, gasping for air, “Will you fuck me?”

Toto’s eyes lit up, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling at each other, Toto reached down to unhook your bra, releasing your pert breasts, “Fuck,” he said, lifting his head to marvel at them, “Even better than I imagined.”

You blushed at his words, not used to such attention. Growing impatient you ghosted your hands down Toto’s abs, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re an impatient little thing aren’t you?” he said, leaning back suddenly and hooking his arms underneath your legs, gripping your thighs and bringing you closer. “I want to taste you first.”

Gulping you leant back, allowing Toto to bring his mouth to where you needed it most. As his tongue lapped gently, he brought his hand along and began to stroke your clit, slowly but sensually.

It wasn’t long before you were writhing in pleasure, tugging Toto’s dark locks as he pumped a finger in and out, continuing to expertly lick.

“Toto, I want you in me,” you said, seeing stars as you were so close.

Pausing his ministrations, Toto was more than happy to oblige, kissing his way back up your torso as he replied, “I want to do everything with you.”

At that, you melted, the evening had turned into one that was beyond your wildest dreams. As Toto swiftly undressed you both, you gazed into his intense chocolate eyes as he slipped on a condom and began to line himself up, unsurprisingly intimidatingly big.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pushed in, slowly but surely. Gasping, you shifted to adjust to his size. True to his word, he took it easy and entered tantalisingly slowly, an inch at a time.

“Fuck, Toto.” you said breathily, “You’re so big.”

Smiling, he pulled back out before pushing in once more, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Not at all, it feels good,” you said, feeling pleasantly stretched in places you’d never felt before.

“Good,” he said with a grin as he began to thrust in and out lazily, continuing to kiss you.

It wasn’t long before you were a tangled mess of arms and legs, both nearing completion. “Fuck, Toto, I am so close,” you said, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Close isn’t good enough,” said Toto, smirking as he reached down and found your clit once again, his thumb circling gently as he continued to push in and out, speeding up.

“That feels so go…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Toto hit the sweet spot with expert precision. 

“Fu…” was all Toto managed as he thrust in and out a few more times, chasing his own high before collapsing on top of you, his body heavy.

“Ooff,” you said, crushed by the weight of the muscular man on top of you.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, flashing a shy grin as he rolled off to lie beside you.

“Well… that was not how I expected my birthday to turn out,” you said, feeling like you were in a dream.

Toto laughed, stretching a strong arm across your stomach to pull you in for a cuddle. “There’s still a few hours of your birthday left.”

Your eyes widened once more. This was certainly a birthday to remember.