#it is through your majesty that i can sit here crying in my bed on a wednesday night in absolute awe of the beauty of our world

[atticfish]

"Many miracles were granted to the world, and to mortal beings did I grant the greatest miracle of all: that the world might be reshaped through love and work."

[foreverinadais]

in an argument (hc)

thank you for all the love on my last hc! here is another one that i’ve been wanting to write for a while. enjoy! (part 2 is here )

STEVEN:

okay so we’ve seen how this man reacts to Donna 

I don’t know... salad? bread?

in an argument, I think he would be sassy

rolling his eyes a lot

making comments straight after you say anything

“Oh well that’s bloody wonderful.”

“Do you want a prize?”

“Good job I don’t care.”

And you would get so frustrated 

because when this man starts, he will not stop pestering

“Right, Steven, I’m done with this conversation.”

“Your done? I was done with it an hour ago! But nooo. It only matters when your finished with it, your majesty.”

most of what he says is from the heat of the moment, his annoyance shining through and coming out as waffle.

you would get up to make a tea or something and he would make comments about how loud you are

“Blimey can you do that any quieter? honestly.”

And you would roll your eyes

“for fuck sake Steven, just shh already.”

he would make another sassy comment, maybe do that mimicking thing, just to reiterate how pissed he is.

eventually, he’ll just (not so subtly) excuse himself from the room into the bathroom or something and just stay there for a bit

partly out of pettiness and partly out of guilt

and wouldn’t come back out until he knew you had either left, or were busy doing something else as to avoid further confrontation

and when he did come out, the silent treatment starts.

okay but i feel like he would ignore you whilst purposefully looking over to see if your watching

like he wants your attention, wants you to make the first move at apologising.

which will not happen

so he just pettily ignores you for the next couple hours

which is fine by you, because sassy Steven is a force to be reckoned with.

MARC:

Marc would be angry in an argument.

i mean we’ve seen what he does to the reflection after arguing with Steven

maybe something big happens and he risks his life and you have had enough

so, naturally, you talk to him

and he gets a tiny but defensive

mistakes your care for confrontation 

“I’m just worried about you.”

A scoff: “No, your worried about yourself. You know if something happens to me, it happens to all of us. Just wanna keep your bed warm.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“Don’t act so innocent.”

his natural instinct is to push you away

and it isn’t even his own fault

he feels insecure.

so, after a particularly heated screaming match, it would get too much.

he would just start shouting

not just at you, but at his alters too

he doesn’t want to let his guard down long enough to be vulnerable, even admit that your right.

“You know what, I’m leaving.”

“Where?”

“Don’t fucking know, anywhere.”

“Marc, please don’t leave.”

Maybe he would hesitate hearing the way your voice cracks

but then he remembers what just happened and he shakes his head, licks his bottom lip

and storms out, slamming the door behind him.

and you would just cry, or groan in frustration and worry

before climbing into bed and falling into an uncomfortable sleep.

Jake:

okay so I think that Jake wouldn’t be loud

like his face would say it all.

you would be shouting at him, beyond furious, whilst he just sits with a bottle of whiskey, sneering.

or smirking.

and it infuriates you.

“Are you even fucking listening to me?!”

He would shrug, take a swig, and look away.

“No you better look at me. I’m not doing this, do you hear me? You can’t keep doing this shit.”

Jake stands up and suddenly steps close to you, making you step back.

“Or what?” 

You back up into the side of the kitchen cabinet, and he’s close to you, close enough to feel his breath.

“Or what, Cariño?” 

and this always happens: you argue, then you don’t resolve it, you just solve it physically

so you refuse to do it again, push his hand away that’s slowly travelling up your thigh.

“Or I’ll leave.”

It catches him off guard and he instantly steps back, smirk dropping from his face.

“Really?” 

“Yes.” Your hesitant, because you don’t really want to leave him or any of them

but he needs to know what he has to lose before he makes the same mistake again.

Jake clicks his tongue in his mouth, slamming the bottle down on the counter beside you, enough that the echo sounds round the apartment.

“Fine. Leave then. Get out, I don’t care.”

You don’t. 

Until he grabs your jacket and shoves it in your hand.

“Get. Out.”

And after scoffing, you do, muttering a ‘fuck you’ as harshly as you can muster and leaving.

and Jake shakes his head, moving to the sofa, anger dissipating into sadness.

You really left.

[k4g3hika]

RUNAWAY PRINCESS ━ multi part-imagine!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: sit tight and be pretty, was what your parents always told you. follow the rules, and your life will run smoothly. but given the chance to run away with your forbidden lover, you just have to choose what makes you happy. even, if it puts either of your lives at stake.

genre: fluff/angst

wc: 1884

note/warnings: mentions of being slapped and jason. this is part 2! i hope you guys enjoy:) one more part after this one.

part one can be found here

Your eyes flutter open to reveal the room in which you lay. Rubbing them together to gain clarity, you take notice that this room was familiar. 

It was your room. 

Laboured breaths fell from your lips and you begin to panic. 

Why were you here? How did you get here?

Where is Eddie?

You jump up from the bed, and rush to the door, attempting to open it. The knob wouldn’t budge, prompting you to cry before checking the window. It was locked as well. 

Everything seemed normal. All your stuff was still in the same place, nothing was shifted from its place. Your head was beginning to process what could’ve possibly happened to interrupt your escape. 

All you can remember is going to Eddie’s house, and it suddenly becoming harder to breathe. 

Immediately, the lock of your door begins to move, making you jump in your place. It pushes open, revealing Chrissy, shyly carrying a tray with water and food. 

“Chrissy? What-why…what’s going on?” She simply shakes her head, looking at you solemnly before putting the tray down on a nearby table. Rushing over to you, she hugs your head to her chest. 

“I’m so sorry my princess. No words can clarify how sorry I am for you.” 

What?

Trying to push her away, Chrissy holds you down tighter not wanting to reveal her tear-stricken face. She couldn’t explain it to you, not yet at least. She couldn’t find it in herself to tell you what happened. 

“Chrissy, tell me. What happened?” Covering her mouth to muffle her sobs, she only shook her head more. Fear begins to course through your veins and you join her in her crying session. “Please, Chrissy, tell me what happened.” 

“No, no, I can’t. You’re not-” then, the door is barged through, your head immediately lifting up to see who came inside. Chrissy gasps and rushes out, not before bowing to who just entered your room. “Your majesty.”

“Yes, thank you for everything Chrissy. You may continue your duties.” The blond gives her a sickenignly, sweet smile. Feeling shivers run down your spine, you move back as he made his way towards your cowering figure on the bed. “Well, Princess Y/N, you’ve grown more beautiful than last I’ve seen you.”

He begins to caress your face with his free hand, forcing you to shift your head away from his grasp. Not liking this, Jason aggressively grabs onto your cheeks. Whimpering, he sneers, and pushes your face away to the side. 

“But you’ve earned such a nasty personality.”

“Jason, what are you doing here?” 

“I’m meeting my bride to be. What else in the world would I be doing?” Jason chuckles, looking around the room and sighing. Walking up to your portrait on the wall, his reflection revealed a smile. 

But you weren’t sure if it was towards you, or the crown that sat prettily atop your head. 

“You know, I was pretty surprised amidst my arrival. Me, expecting to see the future queen of Hawkins greet her future king. And guess what I encounter instead? A measly chambermaid, telling me that you ran away.”

Chrissy told him? You couldn’t believe your ears. Feeling your heart drop down to your feet, the weight of your tears only increased and the air seemed to have become thicker. You couldn’t breathe, finding out that you were caught. 

“No, Jason-”

“And, I’m not done sweetheart, I find out that you run away with a herb-grower? A poor and dirty herb-grower.”

“You don’t speak about him that way!” Jumping up, you speedily walk over to him to land a palm to his chiseled face, but instead, your wrist was greeted with a tight grip. You try to push it harder, wanting to slap him with all the strength you have but instead he quietly laughed under his breath. 

“You’re so protective over him. Too bad that there’s nothing for you to defend.” You suck in a breath.

What did Jason mean by that?

“What are you talking about Jason?” His laughs increase in volume, pulling you closer to him by your wrist. 

“What am I talking about princess? What do you expect me to do when I find that a peasant, plans to kidnap my bride?”

“You’re delusional! He wasn’t going to kidnap me you fool! I love him-” Then, a loud slap, echoes between the walls, and you were forcefully pushed to the side. Gasping for air, your eyes widen, looking up. 

“You need to learn how to shut your mouth and watch who you’re talking to. I am your husband, and I protect my family-”

“Your idea of family can burn in hell! You’re insane Carver! What did you do to Eddie-”

“Edward is rotting in the dungeon! As what he should be doing!” You cry out loud, shaking your head to deny his claim. Your weakness begins to amuse Jason, as a joyous smile grows on his face. “I’ll make sure that he’s staying there for the rest of his life.”

“You can’t!”

“Oh but I can. As the new king of Hawkins, I can do anything I want.” Laughing out loud, Jason steps over you, walking to the basin to wash his hands. 

You didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t what you had in mind. You didn’t want to marry this terrible man. 

You wanted Eddie. Eddie your love, the man you were supposed to be with right now, travelling through the countryside to find the house he spoke dreamily of. The house where you were going to raise your children. 

Eddie, you want Eddie. 

But you also don’t want Eddie to die. To continue living with knowing that Eddie died because of you, would eat you alive until you took your last breath. Eddie didn’t deserve to die for your sake. 

Though love is strong, you don’t believe it’s worse than him finding happiness. 

Even if it wasn’t with you. 

“Jason, please let him go.”

“Not a chance princess.” Running over to him, you grip onto his arm, pleading him. “Oh?”

“Please Jason. Release Eddie, and I won’t ever see him again. I’ll marry you, continue your lineage, but please. Just let him go.” His eyes seem to soften at your tears, prompting him to turn around. You felt the creeps while his hands raised up to caress your wet cheeks, and you fought the urge within yourself to pull away from his touch. “Please Jason.”

“Well, how can I say no to that? I’ll only release him if you’ll marry me, with no problems.”

What’s important to you is that Eddie will be happy. Surely he’ll find someone else for him, though it breaks your heart to admit. 

“I will.”

—

You wanted one last visit with Eddie. 

You didn’t care if Jason didn’t approve your visit. You just needed a last one. To say goodbye. 

Walking up to the Munson house, you didn’t know if he wanted to see you. You wouldn’t want to see him if he put you through what you did to him. 

But maybe this will finally be your chance. You can finally run. 

The sun shone brightly, highlighting the herbs that stood tall in front of his house. 

And you then felt relief. 

There stood Eddie, wiping his forehead dry from the sweat that littered his body. You wanted to cry. 

Eddie made you happy. Even the sight of him made you want to cry just from how beautiful he was. Even with the dirt, sweat, and grime, he was still far more handsome than any other prince in the kingdom. 

“Princess?” Sobbing, you nod slowly and Eddie ran up to your stature, dropping whatever was in his hands to see you. His arms were raised, as if he was to give you a hug, but instead, his arms slowly fell down to his sides. You only cry more, seeking his touch as much as he did, but you knew better. 

“Eddie, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.” He only nods, sliding his hands down his face. “I’m sorry I caused you-”

“Y/N, don’t apologize for what happened. It was expected, I-I should’ve known better than to strip you of your responsibilities.” Shaking your head, you reach to hold onto his face, but he only pulls his head away from your hands. “We can’t.”

“Eddie…take me with you, please. Let’s go. We can go now. There’s no one behind me, where’s your uncle’s carriage?”

“Y/N-”

“Let’s go now Eddie! We can run!”

“Y/N! Stop!” 

Why? Why won’t he agree?

Eddie huffs, walking away from you. Pleadingly, you walk after him, begging him to take you away. You couldn’t bear to be married to Jason, you can only imagine your life with him. 

It was selfish. But your happiness was what stood as important to you right now. 

“Eddie, please. Please take me with you.” 

“You know I can’t Y/N. Jason,”

“Oh, Jason, fuck him-”

“Y/N! I don’t love you enough to sacrifice my life! Jason said he would kill my uncle! Why would I take you just for him to kill my uncle! You can’t be selfish Y/N, you’re not the only person in the world! Think about-”

“But why? You said-”

“God, Y/N?! Please! Just, go.” Eddie strides towards his door, holding it firmly in his grasp. “Just let us go.”

“No, Eddie…don’t do this to me.”

Eddie fought every desire in him to turn around, knowing that if he was to, he wouldn’t be able to deny your request. 

Eddie wanted to run away with you. But he knew, that your lives would be at risk where ever you turned. 

Jason wouldn’t stop at trying to find you. 

And for some reason, he knew that your life would just be better. Without him. 

You would be comfortable, being able to live your lavish life. He didn’t need to take that away from you. 

“You have to get back to your husband, your majesty.” Eddie slams the door behind him, firmly locking it to block you from coming inside. Standing before the door, you can only cry silently, begging any God out there in the universe to somehow change his mind. 

He wasn’t telling the truth. Jason told him what to say. 

You needed to know why, why he was saying ‘no’ to running away with you. You thought that…you thought that he would agree. Subsequently, you hear a sniffle coming from the otherside.

“Eddie…I know you’re still behind the door.”

Even if he didn’t want to run with you, you at least wanted to properly say goodbye.

“But…just promise me you’ll find someone that makes you happy just as much as you’ve made me happy. I love you, Edward Munson. And,” you sob, “and, even if, you don’t love me…I’ll always hold the same feelings for you, till I grow old and on my death bed. You deserve love like that, even if it won’t be from me. 

I hope in our next life, we won’t have the same troubles. I hope…I hope that, the universe will grace us with luck, and bless you to me. I love you, thank you,” 

You can’t say it. You can’t. 

“And goodbye, my love.”

In our next life, Edward Munson.

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[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 143

McCoy

McCoy rubbed at his aching head. Andre had advised them to sleep on the flight. Scotty had tried his best to get McCoy to relax, but he hadn’t been able to. His mind had just continued to run through the same unanswered questions, the same worries, on a loop.

Scotty had finally taken McCoy’s PADD from him when he kept refreshing news articles that had no information.

McCoy had tried Andre, but he had declined to answer. McCoy didn’t know if that was an order from the king or whether Andre didn’t honestly know what was wrong with Leah.

The palace gates had been heavily guarded as they had driven in, and flashes from cameras lit the dark. Cars and people lined the entrance and McCoy had scowled.

“Where’s Dr. Boyce?” he asked now, looking around the faces in the sitting room. “And Sarek isn’t on the door.”

“Phil is at the hospital helping as best he can,” David said. “And Sarek is working with the police on the interrogations.”

“What are they doing for the lass?” Alasdair asked.

David looked old and helpless as he shrugged. “They don’t know what the poison is. Without that knowledge they don’t know how exactly to proceed.”

“I didn’t realize there were those on Georgiares who opposed ye,” Francine said softly.

David shook his head. “All governments have their protesters. We’re no different. They are only a small group.”

A knock sounded then and the air in the room went still as everyone held their breath.

“Come in,” David called after a moment.

Andre opened the door. “The rooms have been made up, your majesty,” he said deferentially to David.”

“Thank you,” David nodded. Andre backed out and closed the door silently. “I don’t know how much rest you got on the shuttle…”

“Thank you lad,” Granddad said. “If there’s nothing more we can do than be here for each other, we may as well be rested for it.” He gestured at Robbie. “Come on lad, ye look like ye’ve not slept for a week.”

“I’m fine—”

“Robert.”

Robbie’s head bowed and slowly he followed the older man from the room.

“What happens now?” McCoy asked, breaking the silence.

“I- I don’t know,” David admitted in nearly a whisper.

Fresh tears welled up in Eleanor's eyes. She didn’t bother to wipe at them with the handkerchief in her hand. Her other hand was clasped by Francine.

McCoy got up and crossed over to sit on his mother’s other side.

“Oh Leonard,” she cried, turning to embrace him. He wrapped his own arms around his mother as she continued to cry on his shoulder.

“—we already contacted Starfleet and told them of the family emergency.”

McCoy looked over at his father.

“—you’re cleared for the week,” David continued, looking at Scotty. “Hopefully this won’t take a week.”

McCoy shivered at the fear in the king’s eyes. How did David think this was going to end? McCoy’s chest tightened and he took a shuddering breath.

Leah would be alright. They’d find what type of poison was used and counteract it. Wouldn’t they? His heart pounded extra hard in his chest. Leah would be fine. They’d get the cure, she’d take it and be back home soon enough. Right?

McCoy’s stomach twisted.

Right? Everything would be fine.

Leah would be fine. She had to be. She had a kingdom to lead someday.

McCoy squeezed his eyes shut tight.

Please let Leah be alright. Please…

Part 144

Scotty

When the two of them retreated to their room, Scotty could tell by the empty-eyed look on Leonard's face that various thoughts were running through the young man's head. There was so much to deal with for the prince.

"Hey, c'mere," Scotty whispered in a gentle voice, pulling Leonard into his arms and once his hand was running through Leonard's hair, the boy started to sob.

"L-Leah has to be okay! She n-needs to survive!"

There was so much fear and pain in Leonard's voice. It hurt Scotty too. And all he could do was try to calm his husband.

"Shhh, she will. The lass will be fine."

Slowly, Scotty guided Leonard over to the bed and they sat down together.

"How could this even happen? M-my sister is the most protected person on this whole damn planet!"

Scotty thought back to the story his brother had told them. A poisonous ring. Even security couldn't have seen that coming, although they should have. If it had been a weapon or a phaser things surely would have ended up differently. But they hadn't. And now they were in this situation.

"I'm sure they'll find the antidote and save her."

"And what if they don't? What if Leah dies and then... then I have to be king."

Leonard's eyes widened in horror as he thought about that possible outcome and Scotty couldn't deny that those words bothered him.

This wasn't about Leonard or his future. This was about Leah in the first place. If Leah would die then a lot of worlds would be torn apart. One of them being Robbie's. He loved Leah with all his heart and losing her would be the hardest thing ever for him. He certainly wouldn't be able to cope with it.

Scotty sighed. He knew that he shouldn't judge Leonard for his words. He knew that he didn't mean it that way. Of course he was worried about Leah's health for Leah's sake. Because she was his sister. And he loved her.

"Let's get some rest, mo ghràdh. Later on we'll get to know more."

Without asking, Scotty unbuttoned and pulled off Leonard's shirt. His own shirt followed quickly and moments later they were lying under the covers, holding each other in a tight embrace.

"You should be with Robbie. He needs you more," Leonard mumbled quietly, exhausted from the long day, but Scotty only shook his head.

"Mum and Granddad will take care of him. Right now it's ye who needs me most."

Leonard didn't protest. He only stared at his love silently.

"Try to sleep now, Len."

Scotty pushed a strain of hair out of the prince's face before he pressed a gentle kiss onto his forehead.

He was the first to wake up. Confusion washed over Scotty for a moment when he noticed that he wasn't lying in his bed at Aberdeen, but quickly all the memories returned and he sighed sadly.

The attack on Leah. Everyone being called to Georgiares II. It was just so horrible!

His thoughts wandered to Leah.

He couldn't understand it. How could someone hurt the joyful and generous crown princess? Leah was so kind. She used her power wisely and listened to everyone who seeked her help. It was crazy to think that people wanted to kill her just because they hated the monarchy so much.

And it wasn't fair.

Those people protesting and rioting had no idea of what they had done. They had no idea how many lives they were destroying with their actions. And Scotty really hoped that they'd be punished for it.

[dangermousie]

There was no light in the room. She didn't see Gu Jiusi, but she heard his breathing. She followed the moonlight and walked in, and saw him.

Gu Jiusi was sitting beside the bed, he curled up, hugged himself, gritted his teeth, trembled, and didn't say a word.

He cried uncontrollably, his tears and snot mixed together, but he made no sound.

Liu Yuru walked in front of him, Gu Jiusi was holding himself, he seemed to know what Liu Yuru was going to say, he sniffed and his teeth chattered: "I'm fine, you don't need to say anything, I It's alright, I'm really alright..."

"We will go to Youzhou tomorrow, we will not delay, my mother is still waiting for me, you also want me to send it back, I am fine, fine..."

Liu Yuru didn't say a word, she just stood in the dark, watching this person quietly, after a long time, she squatted down, opened her arms, and hugged him gently.

Gu Jiusi was stunned for a moment, he froze in her arms, and he heard her say, "Cry."

Gu Jiusi didn't speak, Liu Yuru hugged him tightly and whispered, "I'm here, I don't laugh at you."

Gu Jiusi was silent, and Liu Yuru hugged him quietly, feeling that his tears fell through her clothes and fell on her shoulders. 

And:

Gu Jiusi was out of breath, he leaned against her arms and wailed: "What's the use of me? What's the use of me?! I can't protect anyone, I can't. Live him, I can't protect Yang Wenchang, my father, my brother, I can't protect anyone!"

"I'm pretentious, I think the whole world is drunk and I'm awake alone, now the wind and rain are coming, now, there is only a mere Wang Shanquan!" Gu Jiusi gasped, scolded, shouted angrily, "Just mere Jiedu envoy can ignore the law of the king, bully me and humiliate me and cause me to come this far, make me flee with my family, lose my father and right, and make me so embarrassed."

Gu Jiusi closed his eyes in pain, and fell into Liu Yuru's arms. Liu Yuru didn't say a word, she just hugged him tightly, put her head against his neck, and listened to his heart-piercing voice. Crying, not saying a word.

"I hurt him..." Gu Jiusi burst into tears, "I hurt him..."

"No, Jiusi," Liu Yuru said, she hugged him tightly and gritted her teeth, "It wasn't you who killed him. It was Wang Shanquan, Your Majesty, and Liang who harmed him. These chaotic times, these people will do anything for their own rights, and treat the common people as ants."

"You did nothing wrong."

Liu Yuru sniffed: "It's them who are wrong, it's them who should be punished, you can't take their faults on yourself, and punishing yourself doesn't work."

And:

And Gu Jiusi looked at him quietly, he didn't say anything, after crying all night, he had a strange calmness instead. He watched this playmate from childhood to adulthood, watching him laugh out loud, then the knife fell, the head rolled to the ground, and blood spurted out.

There has never been a moment when he has such a profound understanding of what a troubled world is.

There has never been a moment when he truly understands what an urgent and sincere desire he is to acquire thousands of rooms in a mansion.

When he was reading and hearing this sentence, he only felt that the words fell on the top, heroic and sad, but when he listened to it like this, he felt that every word had a piercing pain.

Until there was no one around, he watched the heavy rain wash away Yang Wenchang's blood, he stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and put his hand on his blood.

Liu Yuru was watching for him, Gu Jiusi just let the blood and rain soaked his palm.

"Wenchang," he said, "Go ahead, I will help you realize your wish."

Gu Jiusi knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, then stood up, grabbed Liu Yuru's hand, and walked away without looking back.

1. I love this novel!

2. This novel and the drama trailer seem to have nothing in common.

3. I actually love that the mains are not of special overpowered status. She is very minor upper class and he’s from a very wealthy merchant family, but neither is royal or from a family of powerful generals or feudal lords. Nor do they have some secret army or special magic powers or better than anyone’s fighting skills or w/e. It’s unusual in the web novels I come across and it actually makes it more realistic - I actually find it really narratively neat that their entire world is upended and Gu Jiusi’s whole family and friends are either murdered or made to go on the run not by the emperor or prime minister or w/e but a relatively minor military aristocrat. The Wang Clan just wanted money for upcoming troubled time and to cow other merchants to shore up its position and used the incoming period of lawlessness as a pretext to go after the family with the most money (and who they personally didn’t love.) I mean, there is little chance of the Wang Patriarch coming anywhere near the Imperial Throne or even having plans to. Controlling the city is about the most he can expect (or maybe if he gets really lucky, an eventual court position if he backs the right challenger in the civil war.) And yet, he was able to destroy the Gus and other merchants without even trying hard. That makes it not only real, it means the leads have to work really hard to survive since their position is not special.

[cassurrjoybell-30]

Cry Me a River - Chapter 30 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

The Duke's Estate

"Here we are," Alastair murmured as he approached the intimidating, stone door with a careless knock.

The door flew open, revealing a blond-haired maid.

"Can I help you, good Sir?" she asked.

"Why yes, you may show me to your master," she seemed stunned by Alastair's response.

"Master's very busy. Perhaps you can..."

"Now," Alastair's smile seemed slightly frightening.

The maid flinched.

She peered behind her before turning back to us.

"May I ask your name, good Sir?"

"Alastair."

Her eyes widened considerably as she dropped to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. I hadn't realized it were you in your..."

Alastair cut off her ranting with a hand.

"That's alright."

She stood up from the ground carefully, eyeing me as she did.

'What did I do?'

"I don't think master would appreciate you bringing your bed-mate in with you to meet..."

Alastair's narrowed eyes caused her to cut short as she swallowed, rubbing her hands against her maid uniform.

"C-come in," she waved us in with a hand to which Alastair followed and took seat in the nearest chair.

I laid in his lap, head against his chest as I watched the maid.

She stood by the stairs, peering up as if awaiting something.

What is she looking for?

The sound of heels suddenly interrupted the silence.

It grew closer and closer until a pair of golden heels could be seen coming down the staircase.

I watched as a tall blond came down the stairs.

Her hair was in a loose, curled ponytail as she held her golden pink dress up, walking slowly down the flight of stairs as if afraid of tripping and tumbling the rest of the way down.

"Alastair," she breathed as her eyes locked on Alastair's sitting form.

A widened smile grew on her face.

"Aah, it's been far too long."

She stepped down the last step, making her way towards us with an outstretched hand to which Alastair took in his and laid a small kiss.

I felt my stomach drop slightly.

"You as well, Lady Beatrice," his eyes shone.

'Who was she...? Another past conquest?'

"Oh, and who is this?"

I was expecting a venomous tone but she just appeared pleasantly surprised as she bent down to lock eyes with mine.

"This is my mate, River."

He rubbed my back in a soothing manner as he peered down at me,

"River, this is my good friend Lady Beatrice. We've been friends since school days."

"N-nice t-to m-meet y-you," I stuttered.

I wasn't very good with meeting new people.

"Aww," she screeched to which I covered my ears with a whimper.

'Goddess damn, banshee.'

"Oh. Meet my mate."

She clapped her hands as she reached her hand out.

I was expecting a dashing man but instead, a small, dark-skinned girl appeared behind her, a dark tattoo could be visible on her hand as she took her hand in hers with a timid smile.

'A slave.'

"Aah, a slave?" Alastair raised a brow.

"Your brother won't approve..."

"My brother no longer lives," Beatrice interjected.

"What do you mean 'he no longer lives'?"

The air became highly suffocating as Alastair tensed beneath me.

"He grew ill months ago and died weeks later in his sleep. The fever overtook him," she choked, cupping his mouth with her hand as the small, chocolate-skinned woman wrapped her arms around her waist.

"I see."

Alastair seemed oddly off.

"Who takes charge of the town then?"

"Beatrice has been attempting to run it on her own," Beatrice's mate spoke as she brushed her fingers through her mate's hair, attempting to calm her as she sobbed on her shoulder.

"So that's why there's so much havoc," Alastair mumbled to himself.

"How have you been dealing with the rebels?" Alastair continued.

"R-rebels?" Beatrice choked.

"What is he talking about Anna?"

Beatrice turned to her mate with a quizzical look as she rubbed at her eyes profusely.

"I didn't want to frighten you Be Be, so I've been taking care of it on my own," Anna said softly as she fixed Beatrice's disheveled hair.

"You're not doing a very good job," Alastair interjected.

"From what I've seen the rebels have been running free."

Anna sighed.

"I'm doing the best I can with what I have, Your Majesty..."

"Alastair."

"Alastair," she continued.

"Our men are short in numbers and our generals have long since run away."

"I see," Alastair sighed.

"I have my work cut out for me."

[lale-txt]

🌙 (n.sfw) birthday sex drabbles w/ Rayleigh, Roger, Law & Smoker

a/n: more shameless self-indulgent birthday-related drabbles with my favorite dilfs and Law who i love despite not being a dilf (yet) (Law standing there like 🧍 am i a joke to you)

contains: afab!reader (no pronous), oral (reader receiving), face sitting, vaginal penetration, Smoker in a maid outfit, thigh riding, as always let me know if i'm missing sth

Rayleigh

"I didn't say you're allowed to cum yet." "It's my fucking birthday, Ray." You stare at the blonde in disbelief from below, your arms wrapped around his delicate neck, the rest of your naked bodies tangled up in the sheets of your unmade bed. The morning sun hits your face directly, making it hard to give your partner a playful eye roll. Instead you couldn't help but admire how gorgeous he looked, hunched over you in all his glory, the rays of sunshine dipping him into a golden light; almost as if his soul was shimmering through. You pull him closer into a long, hungry kiss, your fingers tracing every scar on his body as if they could tell you their stories, as if you couldn't draw a map of his body with your eyes closed. "My guests are coming over for breakfast in ten. I need you to make me come at least once. Think you can do that, my love?", you demanded, biting his lip a bit as he huffed, flipping you around on your stomach with ease and thrusting into your dripping wet core from behind while he pinned you down, making you count out loud the number of orgasms he gave you as he hit just the right spots, relentlessly thrusting into you as beads of sweat ran down his toned torso. Needless to say that your guests had to wait a little longer...

Roger

"Take a seat, your majesty." Roger grins from ear to ear; it's the last thing you see of his face before you lower yourself onto him, your hands pressed against the cabin wall for support. You make no attempt of suppressing your moans when his tongue circled your clit, spelling HAPPY BIRTHDAY and sending shock waves of pleasure through your trembling body. The pirate king's hands dig deep into the flesh of your ass, pulling you closer and allowing you no room to escape his cheeky tongue that explored your dripping wet core. His mustache tickles your thighs, intensifying the aching arousal between your thighs even more. You're torn between wanting to come on his face right here, right now or riding him into the moonlight until all you could see was stars. "Use your hands, too.", you command, letting out a moan that probably woke half of the Oro Jackson as Roger slipped two, then three fingers inside of you, curling them up just the right way, the walls of your cunt tightening around his fingers. You could tell that he was visibly enjoying your reaction by the mischievous grin on this face and the bulge in his pants, throbbing and aching to be released. Though he won't fuck you until you've come at least twice on his face... you just tasted too good.

Law

"Harder." You groan into your pillow as Law thrusted into you from behind, his tattooed fingers running over your back and leaving light red trails there until he grabs you by the hips again, making sure you couldn't crawl away on all fours from him. He was relentless, taking your birthday wish to heart. "What do you want for your birthday?" "Only you." You could tell that he was close to his climax because his thrust became more sloppy, his moans louder. After five you stopped counting how often you came, crying out his name as you fell apart around his cock, leaving you drooling and gasping for air until he fucked you into the mattress again. Yet, he did it with love; searching for your lips in between, holding you close against his chest, his golden eyes lingering on you as if you were his greatest treasure, the most delicate thing in the whole world; moaning your name as if it was holy.

Smoker

"I will end you if you tell anyone about this, understood, you little brat?" You nod, biting your lip, trying to keep a serious face but it was hard. He looked so good in it. How was that possible? This was in fact, a dream coming true: Smoker was wearing a maid outfit for you. "You should do a little spin for me, Smoker. As a birthday gift for me." The vice admiral huffed, giving you a pissed look, his big arms crossed in front of his beefy chest. He was not pleased and looked like he was about to storm out, if only there wasn't the whole crew outside. Maybe you enjoyed it a bit too much, teasing him. "I won't spin for you, but you can have a ride on my thigh. Quick, before I change my mind." Not wanting to miss your chance, you crawl into Smoker's lap and wrap your arms around his neck, your legs spread, grinding on his big thigh while you admire your view. You can't help but whisper into his ear what a pretty boy he was, getting off by him blushing and pulling you into a hungry kiss that made you forget your name. The fabric of your underwear was soaked already as you ran your fingers all over his body, pulling up his dress and being pleasantly surprised when you noticed that he wasn't wearing anything underneath it. The maid outfit will stay on while you lower yourself on his throbbing cock...

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Welcome Home (M)

Warnings: PWP, SMUT, Minors DNI, impatient asf, creampie, crying, blowjobs, your king commands it.

The palace had been so quiet for months, the only news you heard being battle reports coming in from neighboring kingdoms.

“My lady, should we take a walk, I’m sure the fresh air should be good for you” Your maid, Shinobu wandered in from the back garden, carrying a new collection of flowers to replace the old ones next to your bed that had begun to wilt. “Rumor has it his majesty is returning soon, maybe he’ll be out when we walk. I’m sure he would be more than happy to see you after so long” you sighed again, watching the young woman move through the rooms.

“His majesty asked that I stay in the palace while he was gone” Shinobu nodded, accepting the answer you had given her every day since the king left for war 4 months ago.

“I understand my lady, please let me know if you need anything else. I will be in the kitchen’s” she bowed, taking the wilted flowers with her as she dismissed herself to the kitchen. Following her departure was another figure, hovering just outside your doorway. It made no move to enter, merely standing there until you noticed.

“Always so obedient, even when I'm not here” His voice reached the room before his body did, the long blonde and red hair showing up moments later as he stepped fully into the doorway.

“Your majesty! Forgive my surprise” you dropped into a bow as he looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“There's something that I missed before I left and I needed to get it done as soon as I arrived, I apologize for not announcing my arrival” He walked up to you, hands snaking around your waist as he pulled on the fabric of your dress.

“Your majesty is th-”

“You can call me Kyojuro, no one is around, I sent everyone away” he smiled, brushing the stray hair out of your face before his hand found its way back on your hip. “I was thinking while I was away. The kingdom has no queen which I don’t want, a big risk for you. But I think the kingdom could use something else…” he trailed off, A smirk forming along his lips as he moved closer. His mouth found its spot on your neck, teeth tracing the flesh up to your ear, leaving chills in their wake. You gasped as he bit on the skin behind your ear, his favorite visible place to mark.

“I want you to strip for me sweetheart.” he kissed the spot he had just bruised, his lips moving over it as if sealing its place. He stepped back, already untying the sword on his hip before he moved towards one of the chairs off to the side, sitting down. He lifted an eyebrow at your hesitancy, the scar that cut through the right half of his face moving with them. You cleared your throat, cheeks burning as you did as you were told. Removing each piece of clothing that your maids had helped you into earlier that morning. Tossing each piece off to the side in a messy pile; as you began untying the last robe that hid your bare body you finally met Kyojuro’s dark eyes. He was quiet, eyes moving up and down your figure. You shivered at the intensity of his gaze as if he had already had you undressed before he got here.

“Leave that, that’s mine to remove” you dropped your hands from the loose strings, tingles beginning their rendezvous around your body as He finally removed himself from the chair, long strides meeting you in seconds before he had you, hands immediately finding purchase on your backside and mouth latching back onto your neck. You gasped in surprise at his roughness, the need evident in how he handled you.

“Your maje-” he cut you off with a low growl, making his way down your body, the looseness of the robe incredibly evident as he kissed down your chest, following the natural curve of your breasts. His mouth released your skin as he pulled back, pushing the fabric off of your shoulders and down your arms, exposing your top to the chill of the evening. You released a shaky breath, arousal making its way through you. You tugged on the sleeve of his robes, a request to remove them that was known only to him. He chuckled, letting go of your body only to shed his many top layers with the help of your needy fingers, eager to find their way down his body. You leaned forward, lips joining his own in a heated kiss, lips parting as he nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. A soft moan escaped your throat at the feeling of him. His hands were pulling at your body, squeezing flesh between his fingers as he mapped out every curve of the vast landscape. It wasn’t a secret to the rest of the palace that the king favored you. The other consorts were mere decoration, your palace almost always cleared as the king visited you. He had you memorized and you were the same way. He knew which spot had your toes curling, which area was shown off to the nobles the most in case he was feeling extra playful. Kyojuro pulled on your thigh, asking you to jump into him, legs wrapping around his waist as he held your bottom, supporting your weight against him.

“Bed” the words got lost between your lips but you felt Kyojuro moving towards the direction of the mattress anyways. He pulled away from your lips, leaving a kiss on your neck as he set you down on the bed.

“Kyojuro” you whined, already missing the feeling of him as he took a step back, eyes raking over your exposed figure.

“Patience my love, I have been gone too long to rush this” He smiled as he moved to hover over you, his hands taking their time untying the robe that was only covering your lower half at this point. He moved the fabric, slowly revealing the last of you that was hidden. You flushed, feeling embarrassed at the hungry look in his eyes. Leaning down he captured your lips again, quickly dominating your mouth as you leaned into him, moving up the bed so he could join you. “Beautiful, all of you” He mumbled against you, moving his lips down your jaw and back into your neck. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, hands already drawing circles along your inner thigh, causing you to squirm at the lack of attention where you needed him the most. You whined again, Hands pulling at his hair to get his attention. He raised his head, hands slowing as he looked up at you.

“I need you, I can’t wait” He licked his lips, tongue running over the swollen flesh.

“So impatient already” He sat back, pushing his pants down his thighs to where they rested against the top of his knee. You moved forward, already salivating at the sight of him, Hard and moist with precum that was leaking steadily from the tip. You wrapped your lips around him, suckling the tip before swallowing his girth. You relaxed your jaw, guiding his cock in your mouth. Bobbing your head you tried finding an even rhythm one that produced the best moans from Kyojuro. His fingers curled into your hair, holding back strands as you pulled off of his cock, licking a strip from the base to the tip before swallowing as much as you could without gagging.

“I won’t last with you like this” He let out a shaky sigh, head falling back as he gripped onto your hair, leading your head down his cock before dragging you off and pushing you back against the mattress. He positioned himself between your folds, scooting your legs further apart with his knees. Pumping his cock a few times before guiding himself towards your soaking middle. Your hips buck up at the contact, a desperate mewl slipping between your lips.

“What’s wrong baby?” Kyojuro chuckled at your eagerness, rubbing his cock teasingly against your clit, eliciting more eager moans from you.

“Kyo” you whined, leaning onto your elbows to glare at him through teary eyes.

“Alright, anything for you baby” He didn’t waste another breath before pushing in. You collapsed against the bed, crying out as he slid inside of you. “Fuck baby” He groaned, starting off at a quick pace. “Listen to you, I’ve barely started and you're already wetter than the Tenryū” Your thighs tried closing around Kyojuro on instinct, embarrassed by the lewd noises of your creation. He leaned down, hips slowing as he captured your mouth with his own, eliciting a breathless moan from you as you can feel the slow drag of his cock, each vein that protruded from his overwhelming length that scraped against your gummy walls, eliciting even more vulgar noises from you. Your hips bucked up against him instinctively, pulling a low groan out of him. His hips snapped forward in response, picking back up at a faster pace. Your hands found purchase on his back as he continued his onslaught of you, desperate to grip onto any form of reality between the haze of pleasure. High pitched moans filled the room as you drew closer, his thrust growing erratic as you clenched around him, chasing the end.

“Cum for me sweetheart, Your king wants it” The rough command between his labored breaths against your face was all you needed to come undone. You clawed at his back as you felt the coil that held your sanity together snap, Your thighs shook, overwhelmed as your orgasm washed over your entire body. His lips stuttered against your face as his hips slowed to a slow grind, a low moan ripping through his lips, forehead leaning against you while he rode his own high at the feeling of you squeezing so deliciously around him, Thrusting his thick cum deep into you.

“welcome home, your majesty” You breathed into his forehead as he collapsed next to you, finally kicking off the rest of his pants before pulling your sweat-soaked body into his own.

[raggaraddy]

Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh. 

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n.  I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

[emilia3546]

My Queen - Poppy x Casteel x Kieran NSFW

Poppy and Casteel knew that the joining might lead to something more involving Kieran, but months down the line, he's still sharing their bed, and is more than willing to help when Poppy wants to take control a bit more.

Or, 4500 words of smut

*****

Poppy twirled her wrist, the dagger's blade flashing in the candlelight, but Casteel merely grinned at her,

"So violent," he murmured against her neck, the slight scrape of his teeth sending heat flooding through her,

"You know you like it," she teased, and stepped forwards, pushing him back towards the bed, ignoring Kieran's chuckle from behind her when Casteel crashed into the blankets. He was still grinning up at her, those stupid dimples making her heart do flips in her chest as she slid into his lap, placing the dagger aside, and hauled his mouth to hers, tugging on his hair as he lifted her slightly, one arm around her waist, the other holding her head against him. She couldn't breathe through the kiss, the way he was practically devouring her, his tongue slipping into her mouth at the first desperate breath she took, but everything, breathing included, became secondary to him. Casteel nipped gently at her bottom lip, giving Poppy one more breath before she opened fully and his mouth was back on hers, his arm around her waist tightening. She ground against him, losing herself in the feel of his body against hers, the hardness in his lap, the taste of him on her tongue.

She panted when he leaned back onto his elbows, looking up at her with undisguised awe, his lips already slightly swollen, and Poppy couldn't help the rush of satisfaction, she had done that, she had been the one to make him switch from the King their people knew and loved to the man who would give her anything she asked for, who made her scream almost every night, but not tonight. Tonight she was going to make him scream. She moved against him again, sighing and tipping her head to the side when he pushed her robe off her shoulders, and she thanked the gods that she'd already gotten his pants off. She lifted herself off him, letting him slide backwards onto the bed properly, but yelped when he sat up and dragged her towards him, collapsing back onto the bed when she swatted him off,

"Uh-uh, don't try any of that tonight, it's my turn." Casteel grinned again, and raised his hands, his eyes widening when she reached back for the dagger, "Is this okay?"

"Gods yes," he groaned, his hands falling onto her hips when she nudged his head back, the point of the dagger resting just beneath his chin, "Poppy," he groaned, but Poppy didn't move, not even when his hands tightened on her hips,

"Ah, patience, Your majesty," she chuckled, turning the dagger to slightly press the blade against his throat, leaving space for him to talk, but just enough pressure for him to feel it there as she slowly sank down onto his cock, moaning herself as he filled her. She paused once he was fully seated inside her, and glanced down to check he was still okay, "Cas?"

"Fuck," he muttered, "Poppy, move, please," his eyes were pools of molten gold as he gazed up at her,

"What was that?" She crooned, chuckling at the way he groaned at the slow roll of her hips,

"I should never have taught you that," he complained, "C'mon, please," Poppy just raised an eyebrow, "Poppy," she still refused to react, and smirked at the flash of realization in his eyes, "My Queen," he said, his voice already breathless, his chest rising and falling along with his quickly speeding breathing, "My Queen," he repeated, "Please,"

"Please what?" Poppy teased, laughing at the way Casteel's eyes were blown with lust, but savored the chocolate covered strawberry flavor filling the air around them, coming not only from her husband,

"Please move, please," Casteel gasped, but Poppy just laughed,

"I don't know," she brushed his hair out of his face with her free hand, "You look rather pretty like this, what do you think, Kieran?" She turned to lock eyes with the wolven behind her,

"Oh, you've got to really make him beg if you want to get even for last night," Poppy flushed at the memory of both of them moving inside her, Casteel in her mouth, and Kieran fucking into her from behind. Kieran had crossed the room, and he now tipped her chin up, "You looked rather pretty like that, you know, My Queen," Poppy narrowed her eyes at the joking tone,

"Back off, I get to be in charge, that was the deal,"

"True, but not of me, you're in charge of him, not me," she narrowed her eyes, and turned back to Casteel, gripping his hair in her hand, and tugging his head back, trailing the dagger down his chest as she kissed her way along his jaw, and down his neck.

"Poppy," he complained, and groaned in protest when Kieran pulled his hands off Poppy's hips, pulling them up above his head, "Oh, fuck off, that's not fair," Poppy just smirked while Kieran pulled a length of rope out of a bedside drawer, binding Casteel's wrists to the headboard. Poppy finally obliged him, rocking back and forth slowly, the dagger pressed back against his throat, then, looking him straight in the eyes, she lifted off him. She laughed at his little groan of complaint that changed into a moan when she lowered herself back onto him, and then again, and again, "Fuck," he muttered, and Poppy laughed to herself, switching the hand holding the dagger to allow Kieran to pull her robe off, leaving her fully bare. Casteel groaned at the sight of her bare body, her breasts, and tugged against the ropes binding his hands, but Kieran had bound them too well, not giving him any more room than was needed to be safe.

"Give me the dagger," Poppy considered saying no, but she was well aware that tonight could quickly switch from Casteel being the one who was tied up and being denied to her, or both of them. She handed over the dagger.

Kieran chuckled, grinning a Poppy as he held the dagger against Casteel's throat, sitting behind his head, giving himself a perfect view of Poppy,

"What are you waiting for, Poppy? I want him begging for release," Poppy grinned,

"He is pretty when he begs,"

"I'll  remind you of that tomorrow," Casteel gasped, his eyes flickering shut when Poppy placed both hands on his chest and began a torturously slow roll of her hips. Casteel was right, for his own sanity, he should never had taught her that, told her how if affected him, especially as he moaned her name, straining to try and reach her. "Poppy, please, gods," she laughed at the incoherent words falling from his lips, glad that, for once, it wasn't her on the brink of fully begging, even if he'd definitely take revenge tomorrow, maybe even as soon as she let him up. "You're a fucking goddess," he groaned, "Just a bit more, please," so close, he was so close, and Poppy lifted herself up, allowing gravity to pull her back down onto him, rolling her hips immediately once he was back inside her,

"Like that?"

"Yes," he gasped, "More, please, please," there it was, that loss of control she so often found, the trust she had in him and Kieran mirrored in Casteel's face as his eyes closed again, a deep moan filling the air.

"Can we let him come?" Poppy panted, a little nervous of giving him permission to do so without asking Kieran first,

"Well that would be bad manners, he should make you come first, shouldn't he?" Poppy nodded, her vision fracturing when Casteel slammed his hips up on an off beat, making her hands slip so that she collapsed onto him, letting out a cry of pleasure when he did it again. She scrambled to get her balance back, meeting Casteel's every move with one of her own, holding his gaze as the pleasant tightness in her muscles, the tightness that was increasing every second,

"Kieran," she managed, "I want-" she didn't finish the thought before he nodded, and that tension released all at once, so powerfully that Poppy wasn't sure if she was screaming Casteel's name, or just screaming, she wasn't even sure that she was the one screaming. Someone murmured something, and Poppy squealed again at the feel of Casteel's release, the sound of his cries of pleasure, repeating her name like a prayer. She managed to catch her breath just to find Casteel panting beneath her, his hair all over the place, and Poppy brushed it out of his face, running her hand along his jaw. He leaned into her touch, and she laughed to herself,

"What?"

"You. You're just, just perfect," she murmured, leaning down to kiss him again, "I love you," he answered with a nip at her bottom lip, making her open again, melting into him, no, she was in charge. She sat up,

"I love you," Casteel said, and she smiled, but still didn't let him sneak back control,

"Oh no, you don't," she nodded at Kieran, who moved from his position leaning against the headboard to pull her off Casteel, settling her so that she was leaning back against him,

"No," Casteel complained, "Poppy, come back here," he tugged on the ropes again, "You ass, Kieran!" Poppy stifled a laugh at the way Kieran grinned, guiding her head back onto his shoulder, one arm around her waist, the other dipping down her body, rubbing circles on her stomach, but never lower, allowing her time to breathe, to recover. She turned her head to kiss his collarbone, and he brushed a thumb across her cheek, ignoring Casteel's desperate groans on the bed,

"You tell me who's better okay, Poppy?" Poppy nodded, not quite realizing what he meant until his hand started to drift down towards her sex, she let her head fall limp on Kieran's shoulder, her eyes closing in bliss. She held on to the arm around her waist as he slipped on finger inside her, then another, curling them both together, moving slowly, too slowly, but didn't speed up when Poppy tugged at his wrist,

"Kieran, please, more," she whimpered,

"Who's better?"

"Currently, Cas," she snapped, "He actually made me climax," Kieran chuckled, and nipped at her ear,

"We'll see," he muttered, and Poppy turned her head to glare at him, but didn't speak again, she knew she would never be able to say anything remotely polite, and she didn't want to give Kieran an excuse to tie her up as well, she quite liked seeing Casteel like this, being the one in control. She liked the glimmer in his eyes now, the same as when she'd asked him if they could switch roles, now that she was comfortable with what she liked, what he liked, she wanted to try something a bit different, and gods was it brilliant. She rocked her hips against Kieran's hand, moaning out his name each time her struck that spot inside her that made her gasp in delight.

"Poppy," Casteel groaned, "Poppy, please," she grinned, and ground harder against Kieran,

"Yeah, Cas, you can wait, it's my turn," he teased, and Poppy laughed,

"What if I want to tie you both up and have my way with you?"

"Then I would say that you're the only woman in Atlantia who could achieve such a thing," Kieran murmured, his voice low, the same as when he spoke to her while she was screaming his name, or when he and Casteel decided to make her squirm in public, knowing full well that she was awful at hiding her arousal. "But I think you'll enjoy what I've got planned, and I can't do it tied up," she nodded,

"Another night then," she managed before Kieran pushed a third finger into her, curling them all at the same time as he pressed down with his thumb on her clit. "Kieran," she gasped,

"Nope," he muttered,

"But," she shuddered, "Please,"

"I said no," she gasped again, trembling with the effort of staying on the edge while her body tried to climax. She squealed, trying to pull away, but Kieran clamped down that arm around her waist, leaving her wriggling in his grasp, but unable to escape the pleasure, the desperate need to climax,

"Cas, please, make him let me," she cried, sobbing when Kieran pulled his fingers out of her and pushed them into her mouth. She coughed, but relaxed her throat, moaning at the taste of herself until he pulled away, his fingers clean.

"You okay?" He murmured, and she nodded,

"You're being mean though," she complained,

"Awwww, too bad," Kieran laughed, nudging her forwards so that she leaned onto her elbows, lifting her ass, and wiggled it when Kieran made no move to touch her. "So desperate, both of you," Kieran lifted Poppy's chin so that she was staring straight at Casteel. She took the moment that he let go to wriggle forwards, holding on to Casteel so that she could at least touch him if Kieran insisted on further denying her. She wrapped a hand around him, pumping him slowly, speeding up when Kieran gripped her hips, "You ready?"

"Yes! Fuck. Me." she snapped, not caring that she wasn't really in charge of Kieran tonight, but he didn't seem to mind, both he and Casteel seemed to like it when she had a bit of an attitude. She panted as he slowly, too slowly pushed into her, leaving her pushing her hips backwards in demand. Kieran laughed, pulling all the way out, but slammed back in one go, and Poppy squealed, redoubling her efforts as she stroked Casteel harder, then let go, leaning onto him as she slipped the head of him into her mouth, humming around him at the twin moans around her. She had Casteel right where she wanted him, gasping out and screaming her name at every move she made, and she had Kieran's self-control slowly shredding, even if she hadn't quite wrestled control from him just yet.

Casteel thrust upwards into her mouth, and Poppy pulled up a bit, drawing in a breath through her nose before forcing her throat to relax as she took him as deep as she could. Kieran was groaning behind her, his thrusts harder now, and he rubbed her back as she bobbed her head up and down Casteel's cock.

"Poppy," Kieran groaned, and she reached back to squeeze his hand, tipping her hips back to allow him deeper, moaning around Casteel when Kieran somehow slammed deeper inside her, shouting out her name as he released into her. Poppy stilled, letting Casteel show her what he needed while Kieran eased her slowly down to the bed, rubbing her shoulders and her back as she pulled her mouth off Casteel, swiping her tongue along the length of him,

"Untie him," she panted, not waiting to see if Kieran obeyed before her attention snapped back to Casteel. She groaned when his hands threaded through her hair, pulling it out of her face, and she nodded as much as she could, moaning loudly when he fucked up into her, and again. She let herself fall still, giving Casteel freedom to find his pleasure the way he needed. She shuddered when he released into her mouth, swallowing around him, and squealed when Kieran appeared behind her again, a light brush against her clit all she needed to push her over the edge again. Casteel lifted her into his arms while she shook with the force of the aftershocks of her climax, kissing her gently,

"Are you done?" He murmured,

"No way in hell," Poppy grinned, and yelped when Casteel flipped her underneath him, sharing a look with Kieran, a look that meant trouble. She was about to lose control, but she didn't mind, not if Casteel wanted to swap back to their usual roles to finish one last time, she liked having control, but she definitely liked trusting him enough to let go of control and follow his lead. She could never get enough of that look on his face, the way he was staring down at her, she closed her eyes moments before his lips met hers, her hands immediately sliding into his hair, tugging him closer, closer, until she really couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She let her head drop back, still gripping Casteel's hair tight as he peppered kisses across her face, a slight scrape of his fangs at her throat dragging out another moan, another plea. He hovered just above her, straining slightly to resist the way she was trying to pull his face back towards her. He dropped to his elbows above her, and Poppy whined in frustration when he refused to move, to give her what she wanted, what she knew he wanted. She furrowed her brows, and made to complain when Casteel pried her hands away from his face, but the words died when he interlaced their fingers, pressing her hands against the bed. She wriggled, lifting her hips in demand, but Casteel just chuckled,

"Patience, My Queen," she huffed at the change of tone from earlier, light and teasing, another switch had been flipped, it was her turn to beg for more. She stopped wriggling, allowing her body to sink into the mattress, slightly lowering her lashes as she tipped her head sideways, gazing up at him, "Fuck, Poppy, you're so gorgeous," he laughed, "So fucking sexy," she flushed at that, no matter how many times he said it, the idea that he found her beautiful, sexy still shocked her. He had absolutely no idea how much it meant when each time he did say it. She scrunched her face up when he flicked her nose, chuckling to himself, but his gaze softened when Poppy opened her eyes again, and she sighed happily, it didn't matter how many times she looked into his eyes, how many times she fell asleep or woke up in his arms, it would always be home, he would always be home.

Casteel pressed his forehead against hers, and she closed her eyes, content with the feel of him against her as he gently nudged her legs back apart with almost heartbreaking softness, as if he was worried he'd break the moment. Poppy opened her eyes, holding Casteel's gaze as he slowly pushed into her, and she murmured his name, again and again,

"I love you," she said once he was fully seated inside her, and he kissed the words away, murmuring them back to her before starting to move. Poppy gasped out his name at each slow, measured thrust, but squeezed his hands, a plea in her eyes as she murmured, "More, Cas please, more," she didn't have to ask twice before he obliged her, kissing along her jaw as he strengthened his thrusts, his hips snapping against hers as she mumbled something unintelligible, drawing twin chuckles from both men, and she locked eyes with Kieran over Casteel's shoulder, suddenly feeling bad for leaving him out, "Cas, what about-" Casteel nipped at her skin and Poppy broke off with a moan,

"Don't worry about him, he'll be getting his fill of pleasure in a moment," Poppy made to question how, but her eyes widened at the bottle of lubricant in Kieran's hand, oh.

"Is he going to fuck you?"

"That's exactly what he's going to do," Casteel chuckled, "You're not the only one who enjoys having two partners at once," Poppy flushed at his words, despite having already had both of them inside her that evening, "Beautiful," Casteel murmured again, but dropped his face into Poppy's neck when Kieran climbed onto the bed behind him, coating his fingers in the lubricant. Poppy watched as he grinned, staring straight at her as he slowly pushed one finger into her husband, earning a low moan from where Casteel's face was still hidden in Poppy's neck.

"Have you done this before?" She panted, struggling for words, but her curiosity got the better of her,

"Oh yes," Kieran moved his hand, doing something that made Casteel whimper and push his hips back, only for Kieran to push him back towards the bed, back into Poppy, and she gasped out at the doubled force of that thrust, "Your husband used to be quite the little whore for me you know, Poppy. Isn't that right, Cas?" Poppy tugged Casteel's head up, and kissed his jaw,

"Are you going to answer?" She teased,

"Yes," he gasped,

"There was a time when he'd be ass up on my bed every night,"

"Only when you ended up on your knees as well," Casteel moaned, trying to sound teasing, but the way he was panting, letting out little moans with each of Kieran's movements, rather ruined the effect. Poppy snapped her hips upwards when Kieran pulled his hand back, rising to his knees and lining up his slicked cock with Casteel's ass. At a subtle motion from Kieran, she fell still, and Kieran gripped Casteel's hips to stop him from moving, making him whimper, actually whimper, in desperation, "Please," he whined, trying to push his hips back, then back down, but Poppy refused to help, and Kieran wouldn't let him move. She tried to pull a hand free, but Casteel tightened his grip, "If I have to wait, so do you," he managed, and she pulled a face, waiting, but he didn't relent,

"Kieran," she complained, "He's not letting me touch him,"

"Probably because he knows that you'll just shove him right to the edge if he does, and he wants to be able to climax at that point," Kieran was right, she wanted to hear him begging her again, but she wasn't that predictable, right? "Oh alright," Kieran murmured after Casteel let out another rather pathetic whimper, slowly pushing into him, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming home in one go, shoving Casteel deeper into Poppy, leaving them both moaning in pleasure. Kieran kept a hold of Casteel's hips, dictating the pace for both of them, just too slow for Poppy to climax, Casteel could climax just from being inside her at this pace, but she needed a little more, and sure enough, Casteel's eyes were drooping closed, that look of pure bliss crossing his face,

"Kieran, please, Cas is gonna come, I want to," she whined, and Kieran just smiled,

"You will, but first he's gotta make come," Casteel screamed both of their names as he spilled himself inside Poppy, trying to pull out, but found himself trapped between the two of them as Kieran thrust back into him. Kieran pinned him still forcing him to stay inside Poppy, forcing him to harden again, and climax again before shoving him particularly hard into Poppy so that she squealed and came with him on the third climax, her head still tipped sideways where he'd nudged it as he'd buried his face in her neck after his first climax had faded. She panted as Kieran groaned, finally pulling out and allowing them both a reprieve. She panted on the bed, still pinned in place with Casteel above her.

"Cas," she muttered, "You okay?" He nodded, blinking his eyes open, his breathing still heavy and fast as he recovered from the force of those final climaxes,

"Gods," he muttered, "I don't think I've ever come that hard," Poppy chuckled, and kissed his brow, reaching out a hand for Kieran when Casteel released her hands to hold her against him as he flopped sideways onto the bed. She snuggled into his chest, smiling when another body pressed into her from behind, arms wrapping around her. Kieran brushed Casteel's hair back, then ran a hand down Poppy's side, resting it on her hip,

"Are you both sure you're feeling okay? Can I get you anything?"

"A bath would be nice," Poppy murmured, "I'll help you in a minute,"

"Not a chance," Kieran laughed, "I'm not the one who just got fucked into oblivion," Poppy still made to sit up, but Casteel held on to her,

"Let him do it, he needs to look after you, us, now. That's how he recovers,"

"But you usually do that for me,"

"I know, but I'm usually in his role, if I've not been the once in charge I need cuddles just like you do," he pulled her fully onto his chest, a hand rubbing down her back as she settled in his arms "But I like cuddles anyway, especially with you," Poppy sighed, resting her cheek against his chest, his heart thundering under her ear, in time with her own. She closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them she was in Casteel's arms, halfway across the room to the bathroom where Kieran was dumping a bunch of different bath salts into the steamy water. This bathtub, room really, was incredible, she'd never seen one like it before moving in, it filled most of the room, leaving plenty of space for all three of them to stretch out without touching if they wanted to.

She sighed again when Casteel slowly lowered her into the water, her sore muscles relaxing in the warm water. She leaned back against the side of the bathtub, and waited for Casteel to join her, splashing him as he got in, quickly starting a full-on splash war with both men once Kieran had joined them, ending in a swift defeat once she'd taken one too many facefulls of water,

"I surrender," she gasped, blinking the water out of her eyes, but couldn't resist one last splash, managing to angle it so that she got both Casteel and Kieran in the face. She readied herself to retaliate when Casteel floated across to her, but he made no move to splash her, just slipping behind her, his hands diving into her hair, and she melted under his touch. Still, Poppy remained poised to attack until he grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the side, massaging it through her hair while she groaned at Kieran's touch, starting at her feet, and working his way up, easing the soreness from her muscles with each stroke of his fingers. She groaned when Casteel flipped her round so that she was facing him, giving Kieran access to her back, letting him find a sore spot, and concentrate his efforts until the tension eased.

"Head back," Casteel murmured, and she leaned back into the water, letting Kieran work the shampoo out of her hair before passing her a bar of soap, she could easily just give it back to him, but she wanted to do it herself. She must have fallen asleep again, leaning against one of them because she once she woke up, she was back in the bed, wearing her favorite nightgown, her hair brushed through, snuggled between Casteel and Kieran, she let her eyes fall shut again, "Night, Princess," Casteel murmured, and Poppy snuggled her face into him a little more,

"Nah-nuh," she mumbled, his chuckles still sounding in her ears when she slipped back to sleep.

[anxious-allie-ren]

Defense.

You stood in fear behind Kylo as the knights burst through the door. The anger radiating from them was nearly suffocating. The joking and kind mannerisms they displayed with you were long gone. Now replaced with hard gazes and clenched fists.

Vicrul immediately grabs a hold of your fathers arms, pinning him to his chest. Before he can mutter a word of protest, Trudgen is swinging his giant fist at him. You hear the crunch of bones cracking as his knuckles collide with your father’s face.

All you can do is watch in horror. You gasp and turn away, no longer able to stomach what is taking place.

After a bit of a struggle, the knights get a hold of him and remove him from the dining room.

Kylo turns to you, the angry look on his face quickly changing to one of concern as he takes in your appearance. He lifts your arm to examine, seeing the red marks your father had left.

“Are you alright? Has he hurt you?”

You can’t seem to form words. Everything happened so quickly. The world has flipped upside down in a blink of an eye. You simply shake your head no, easily answering both questions. You weren’t hurt. But you weren’t okay. You are an anxious mess. Tears continue to stream down your face as your hands tremble. You weren’t sure how to react in this situation. Should you be relieved? Should you be angry?

Luna rushes into the room and to your side.

“Oh sweetheart! Let’s get you to your room.”

She takes your hands and slowly guides you away from Kylo. It takes all your strength to finally let go of Kylo’s suit jacket. You hadn’t realized you had such a tight grip on him until Luna attempted to lead you towards the door. Kylo watches every move you make as you begin to leave the dining room.

“I want someone with her at all times until I know it's safe.”

You turn back and look at Kylo, your lip trembling. Luna rubs soothing circles on your back as she looks at Kylo as well.

“Are you sure that’s necessary, your majesty?”

“I don’t care if it is or not. Someone will be at her side until I say differently.”

Luna nods silently and turns back around. But you pull away from her grasp and rush towards Kylo. You take a shaky breath, sniffling as you look up at him.

“Is my maid Jillian still here? I want her to stay with me. Please, Kylo.”

Kylo looks over your distraught state and feels his heart ache. He wanted to protect you from all of this. But it feels as though he’s caused you more pain with each decision. He moves his hands up to your face, using his thumbs to gently wipe the tears running down your cheeks. He sighs and slowly nods his head.

“Yes, she may stay with you.”

He then turns his attention to Luna, who is watching the interaction with curious eyes.

“When you get Y/N to her room, call for Jillian. After that you’re relieved for the night. Thank you, Luna.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Kylo walks you back to Luna and watches as she leads you out of the dining room and towards the stairs leading to your bedroom. Rather than heading to his own, Kylo turns and walks the opposite direction, heading in the direction in which the knights have taken your father.

Luna gets you into your room without incident. You’re sitting on the dressing bench at the end of your bed with a knitted blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Your crying had quieted down a bit, now only small whimpers and shaky inhales.

Luna bends down in front of you and looks over your face. She gives you that comforting smile and runs her hand over your hair.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that tonight. You didn’t deserve that treatment.”

You could only nod in response, your eyes casting down to watch as your fingers fiddle with the blanket.

“You’re safe now.”

At that, she gets up and goes to the door to send for Jillian. You try to let her words sink in and soothe you. But somehow they won't absorb. You didn’t feel safe at that moment. You felt out of place. Your feelings were all over the place. Confused with themselves over what has happened.

You seemed to be lost in thought for a few moments. You were shaken from your thoughts by the sound of Jillian running down the hallways.

“Where is she? Is she in here? Move!”

Jillian burst through your door, shoving the servants standing guard to the side. She looks about frantically for a moment before her eyes land on you. She rushes over and sits by your side wrapping you in a hug. Jillian squeezes you close to her, her grip around you like a vice.

“Are you okay? Who do I have to fight? Just say the name, Y/N I swear.”

Her presence immediately brings you a sense of peace. You relax into her hug, your arms moving around her.

“You’re not fighting anyone, Jill. I’m alright. Just a bit worked up.”

Jillian slowly pulls away a bit to look at you. Her eyebrows scrunch up as she gives you a look. She can read you like a book.

“Now I know that’s bullshit. You look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost, Y/N. So spill it right now.”

You let out a shaky sigh and tell her everything, from your father’s interruption, to his cruel words, the way he put his hands on you, and Kylo’s reaction to it all. When you’re done she sits there for a moment thinking it all over. She looks into your eyes and you can see the fire inside them. Jillian would go to the ends of this world for you, and you her. So hearing your pain and fear, the hurtful things done to you, makes her envious of Trudgen. How she wishes she had gotten to throw that fucking punch.

“I’m glad Kylo did that.”

You look at her, confusion written all over your face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m glad Kylo defended you and called the knights in. Your father has no right to treat you like that. Whatever they do to him is well beyond fucking deserved.”

Her words only leave you feeling more torn. You know you should protect your father morally. He’s technically your family, your blood. Allowing violence against him doesn’t seem right. But another part of you is thrilled about what Kylo has done. You’d never had someone stand up and defend you like that before. No one had ever been in a position to. Jillian had always wanted to, but knew if she did she could lose her job and be sent away. Poe only heard of the small bits you had told him. No one else had truly seen the way you were treated. It warmed your heart to see Kylo come to your defence so quickly.

You were so morally confused and flustered. Who were you supposed to side with? What were you meant to do in a situation like this?

Jillian pulls you from your thoughts yet again as she clears her throat and pushes a hair behind her ear.

“So, tell me more about how Trudgen punched your dad.”

A small smirk makes its way to your lips. You chuckle and shake your head.

“I thought you didn’t like him?”

“Oh I don’t, he’s seems like a fucking pighead. But I wanted to know, you know, for research purposes.”

You roll your eyes at her and laugh.

“Right, yeah. All that research you do on men.”

Jillian smiles at you and giggles.

“Maybe I’ll thank him for protecting you.”

You can’t help but laugh again. She’s done it again. Jillian never fails to make you feel better. Distracting you from whatever has been eating away at you seems to be her specialty.

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The sound of boots pounding on stone is nearly deafening. That’s all that can be heard in the dank dungeon. Beside, your father’s pathetic protests and threats.

The air smelled like mildew and must. It’s damp and dark, a chill cast about the entire place.

The knights bring your father into a wet cell towards the back of the dungeon. They throw him down into a wooden chair in the middle of the cell. Your father groans as his back collides with the hard chair.

He doesn’t get a moment to adjust before Vicrul and Trudgen are tying him down. Rough rope is wrapped around his chest, hands, and legs making him completely immobile. Completely at their mercy.

Kuruk and Cardo stand guard at the front of the cell, Ap’lek stands at the back watching over everything, while Vicrul and Trudgen take charge. Your father looks around at all of the men with a disgusted look on his face.

“You all are going to regret this. You’re just a bunch of delinquents!”

Vicrul and Trudgen look at each other and let out deep, hysterical laughs. Vicrul slaps his hand on his knee, shaking his head.

“Bud, you got one thing right there. We are a bunch of delinquents. But we certainly are not going to regret this.”

Trudgen nods his head in agreement, cracking his knuckles. Vicrul takes a menacing step towards your father.

“You see, you’ve hurt someone very important to our king. We don’t take too kindly to that.”

Your father chuckles and shakes his head.

“My daughter is nothing more to our king than a piece of meat. “

Vicrul sees red as he pulls back and lands a punch straight to your father’s nose. Blood begins to pour from his nostrils, his nose now crooked in a weird direction.

Vicrul stands back up and rolls out his shoulders flexing out his hand.

They all turn their attention towards the stairs as they hear the sound of Kylo’s boots pounding down the stairs. He marches his way into the cell and stops in front of your father. Without any words, Kylo clenches his fist and lets it fly, his knuckles connecting with your father’s jaw. A cracking sound fills the air around them as your father’s head flies back with the force of Kylo’s punch.

Your father pulls his head back up to look at Kylo. He gathers the blood and saliva in his mouth and spits it directly at Kylo’s boots. Kylo looks down at his boot with flared nostrils and back up to your father, who is now glaring up at him.

“Do you feel better now, your majesty?”

Kylo’s fist clench at his side, restraining himself from losing his temper. Your father looks up at him and musters what energy he has left.

“It would be in your best interest to release me right now. If not, I'll take Y/N back to Corellia.”

Kylo smirks at him, relaxing his stance with his hands resting on his hips. He quirks his head to the side as he looks at him inquisitively.

“Oh yeah, is that so?”

Your father gives Kylo a stern look and nods his head once in a strong motion.

“I’ll take her back with me tonight.”

Kylo looks around to the knights standing about the cell. Each of them sporting their own smirk. Vicrul in particular is holding back his chuckles. Kylo shakes his head and sighs.

“Now Duke, I don’t think you will. Because you won’t be going anywhere.”

The anger spread across your father’s face faster than lightning. His fist clenched against the rope holding him down.

“Let me go right now! This whole deal is off!”

Kylo looks down his nose at your father, his jaw clenched. The amusement from moments ago has left his face, now replaced by the hard glare from earlier.

“Let me make something very fucking clear, Duke.”

Kylo leans down closer to your father, getting right in his face as he continues.

“Y/N is now my wife, the future queen of Chandrila. She will not be going anywhere.”

Your father begins to protest but is quickly stopped by Kylo grabbing him around the throat. He applies enough pressure to slow his air flow, not enough to knock him unconscious. Just yet.

“You won’t be leaving either. You’re going to die here, in this dirty fucking cell like you deserve.”

Kylo slowly begins to apply more pressure to his throat. Your father’s face begins to turn red, his eyes beginning to widen.

“After that, I will have control of your dukedom. A piece of Corellia will be returned to its rightful owner and it will be better for it.”

Your father gasps and chokes, trying to mutter out any type of response. Kylo holds him there for a few more moments, staring into his eyes as he slowly begins to fade from consciousness. But before he can, he pulls away, releasing his grip and standing back to his full height.

“But sadly, that day isn’t today. Your daughter deserves to give the final blow.”

With that, Kylo walks out of the cell, followed by his knights. They leave him there tied to that chair, beaten and bloody.

[sparkliingcrown]

— my worst nightmare.

Summary: You know the saying that goes 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?' How much closer can you get to your enemy than being roommates?

Request: Brownies + Dark Irish Coffee 

Genre: Roommates AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: Lots of swearing. I didn’t hold back in that aspect. Uhm, mentions of drinking, yn kinda panics at one point... I think that should be all! If not, pls notify me ^^

Note: An Eishi Café special. Yes, this is because it was last minute requests and it took too long for me to get to and open up the café again. ALSO TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS, I’M SORRY I MISREAD THE ORDER AND WROTE IT AS A LIGHT REQUEST! I hope you still like it nonetheless... Sorry it took so long T^T Also, this is my first time writing something like this so I really hope that it fits.

You were hauling your bags and boxes up to your new dorm room by yourself. That wasn’t exactly the greatest way to start the day, considering you had to stay up packing the last of your stuff, rushing to the nearest train station, riding the train, and then driving all the way to your new dorm room for college yesterday. You didn’t even get to sleep a wink on the train and you sure as hell can’t sleep while on the road. So, in short, you were tired, hungry, and really fucking pissed.

You mocked your naive and excited self, making faces as you tugged your bags closer to your body, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder to keep it from falling on the floor. Go to college, they said. You'll have the time of your life, they said. Who's they? The many, many movies you watched growing up. And where exactly were you now?

"Can you at least try to help me move my stuff inside?" You drop your bags at the door, stretching your arms out.

"Lemme think about it." He closes his eyes for a second, letting out a deep breath. "No."

That's right. You were stuck with him. Choi Seungcheol. The bane of your existence.

That motherfucker.

His majesty was sitting comfortably on the couch, a cup of boba in his hand. Oh, how you wish you could just reach out there and squeeze it to make it explode in his face. Instead, you huff. You turned away and stomped your way down to the elevator to get the rest of your luggage. Muttering to yourself, you hauled the last of your luggage in, just wanting to collapse onto your bed for the day having barely gotten any rest the previous day.

You were expecting your best friend, Jiwoo, to greet you at the door. You were expecting her to greet you with that enthusiastic squeal when she sees you. You were expecting her to give you a warm hug that would last probably longer than 5 minutes. Alas, the universe decided to be rude to you and give you your worst nightmare.

Seungcheol stares as you drag your bags and feet to the nearest room, raising an eyebrow when he thinks he heard you utter his name. He did not help whatsoever. Asshole. Once you get to your room, you don't even bother cleaning up and unpacking. You sank to the floor with a loud whine, not caring at all if Seungcheol could hear you from outside.

You were so excited to live out your college dream. Going to the library, going to parties you know Jiwoo would drag you to, midnight talks with your roommate, binging series you’ve been eyeing for a while. The universe just really had to ruin it for you by placing him as your roommate. You didn’t even know he was enrolled in Hybe University. It seemed like he didn’t know either. You recall the shocked look on his face when he opened the door.

“You’re my roommate?!” You both exclaim in unison.

You feel your lifespan shorten by 30 years when it fully sinks in that you’re stuck with him for a full school year. If it wasn’t enough that the bags you carried were heavy, the ones under your eyes felt even heavier. Seungcheol frowns.

“You look like shit,” he states, taking a long sip out of his cup.

You manage to send your iciest glare at him, chucking the heavy luggage inside to make him  move. “No shit, Sherlock-”

“The name’s Seungcheol.”

You ignore him. “I just drove a fucking half hour just to get here.”

You kick the bag, moving it to a corner then go to get a smaller one waiting by the door. Seungcheol moves out of your way, walking back to the couch. “Don’t fucking test me, Choi.”

He puts one of his hands up in a surrendering gesture. You sigh, closing the door behind you to get the rest of your things.

You let out a groan, deciding to unpack your things a little later. Eyeing your bed, you get up to move to your bed. You easily drift off into sleep. You would’ve loved to say it was dreamless but you actually quite enjoyed the chaos of it all. You awoke at 2 in the morning, lost and confused. You frown at your waste of half the day yesterday, smacking random items in your room to figure out where you had placed your phone.

Once you located it, the screen lit up your face - blinding you a little in the process. Jiwoo had excitedly messaged you. Well, excited was an understatement when she sent you 102 messages in the span of one hour and 17 missed calls for the rest of the time you were unconscious on your bed.

Your stomach growls, shocking you. “Yeah, I should get some food then start unpacking. Probably message her back as well…” you mutter to the air, dusting off your jeans as you finish up the process of fully moving into your new home for the next school year.

You sigh, “Fuck, this is going to be a long year.”

You bury your head in the reference book that you picked out to help with your assignment. It wasn’t doing it’s job of helping. You shifted in your seat. With a groan, you lean back in your seat, not understanding any of the material so far. Jiwoo pats your back encouragingly, nuzzling her cheek on your shoulder.

"There, there," she says, running a hand through your hair. "Hold on, I'll just return this book because it didn't have what I was looking for."

With a solemn nod, Jiwoo rises from her seat. She skips away with the book in your hands leaving you suffering all alone. You mentally slap yourself for sulking when it's literally only the second month of college. Living in the dorms has not been any easier ever since you arrived. Seungcheol took any opportunity to get a rise out of you and you would bite back with just as much sass.

It was like a competition between you both. Over what exactly? No one could really tell. Jiwoo came over often so she's very much used to seeing the two of you bicker like little children out of the smallest things. This was the reason as to why she dragged you out of the dorm.

"Come on, ever since you've arrived, you're either staying in your room or going to that boba place!" Jiwoo was tugging you by your wrist while you used your other hand to cling onto your bedpost. "You need to live! To breathe!"

"I do that just fine over here!" you complain.

Then, it was just a competition of whining. Jiwoo won that one easily. Her bright, sparkling puppy eyes were too much to resist. You sighed. You were too soft for Jiwoo sometimes. You mumble, cursing the professors for giving a bunch of work already. It was to the point that you could barely keep track of any of your subjects anymore.

You stare at your laptop screen, a half blank essay staring back at you with a menacing aura. You turn your head. An open textbook sat atop several other books of the same subject stared at you too. You could hear it calling for you, yelling at you to study for the test next week. With a silent cry, you drop your head down onto the table. You hear a snicker from behind you. One that you've heard way too many times that you didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.

"Hello to you too, Choi." You let out a tired sigh, head rising from the table.

"You look pitiful like that," he comments, eyeing the multitude of books surrounding your laptop. "You need any help?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Do you need help?"

"The Choi Seungcheol is offering me help?"

"Ah, good, so your ears can work," he gives you that shit eating grin that you just want to punch off his face. You can already feel the fire burning inside just ready to burst. You feel like a boiling kettle to say the least. It's his turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"Well?"

"No way," you huff like a child, turning your back on him.

He sat across from you. It really just had to be the only fucking unoccupied seat left. You mentally cursed all the students who came to the library. Then you felt bad and instead cursed Seungcheol who just had to come to the library when you were at the peak of the stress rollercoaster, just ready to dive into the depths of despair and bad grades.

Your eyes flutter back and forth between the laptop, the books and Seungcheol himself. With a defeated sigh, you turn the laptop so the screen could face him. "Please."

That same grin never left his face, he tauntingly cups a hand around his ear. "What's that? I can't hear you."

"Old man," you retort with a snicker. Just as he was going to open his mouth to protest, you repeat yourself a little louder. "Please help me with this damn assignment so I can finish it already."

"That's more like it." He pulls out the chair next to you, pushing away the books to help you.

You would never admit it out loud but you were actually grateful that Seungcheol had offered his help. With every small pointer he gave you, you were able to fly through all of your workload like a breeze. He even lent you his notes for that test you were so worried about. You leaned back, tipping your head back as the most relieved sigh anyone could muster slipped past your lips.

“What? No ‘Thank you’?” he asked, a small pout on his lips.

“I didn’t kill you. Is that enough?” He rolls his eyes at you, returning to his own seat. Guilt started to take form in the pit of your stomach. You sighed. “I gotta go. Thanks. I’ll see you at the dorm.”

You didn’t see it. He didn’t want you to see it. He didn’t even want to acknowledge it; the heat rising up and painting his cheeks pink from when you sent him that small smile before leaving. Seungcheol mentally slapped himself, shaking his head and trying to focus on his own essay he put off while helping you. Safe to say, he never really did finish that stupid essay.

"Joo, do I have to go?" you complained, tugging your shirt downwards. It's a little too much for your taste.

"You deserve it, babe," Jiwoo replied. "You got good grades after studying for so long! Loosen up a little! Please?"

You give her a skeptical look.

"Just this once?" She gives you her best puppy dog eyes that shimmered under the light of her dorm room. She puts up a finger and juts out her bottom lip in a pout, ultimately stealing your heart with how cute she is. "For me?"

"Ugh, fine. You're too cute not to."

"Yay!" she wraps her arms around you and gives you a light kiss on your cheek, dragging you out of her dorm and to her car.

She drove you to the party, that sweet smile never leaving her face. She talked about a blend of many topics she was interested in. You heard her mention something about talking to that girl in her class. You only stared out the window, humming in response as you dreaded arriving at the party.

Alcohol. It reeked of alcohol. You just arrived but there were already so many people that just smelled like sweat and whatever was served in the kitchen. Jiwoo took you to the dance floor, which was clearly just the living room of the house with the couches pushed to the side so there's space. She introduced you to a couple of her friends. You give them a small wave. It probably wasn't the best idea to try and have a conversation this close to the speakers.

After just a few minutes of walking in, you already lost Jiwoo. She was probably just with one of her friends. Come to think of it, she was clinging on to one of them really tightly and just being very clingy. But she was almost always like that with anyone. You brush it off your mind, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"They look pretty," Seokmin stated, sipping from his cup and making a slight face at the bitterness. "Wait... Is that Y/n?"

Seungcheol's ears seem to perk up at the mention of your name. He turns to the direction his friend was staring at, seeing you hover over the kitchen island with a drink in your hand. You looked bored. A little lonely too. He deduced that your friend had left you to fend for yourself. He snickers to himself.

"Oh yeah, I think that is," Jeonghan was suddenly by his side, eyeing Seungcheol for his reaction. Seungcheol pulls a face.

"What are you looking at?" he sneers.

"Don't you think they're pretty, Cheollie?" Jeonghan giggled, obviously already a little tipsy. Seungcheol scowls. An old conversation flashed by his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

You raise an eyebrow. "And why do you care about where I'm going?"

"Because I'm your roommate? What if something happens to you?"

"Awh, does Seungcheollie actually care about me?" You jut your lip out in an exaggerated pout.

"No, I- Wait..." He takes in the outfit you decided to wear, and breathes in the scent of that perfume you always wear on special occasions. "Don't tell me... You're going out with that guy again, aren't you?"

You roll your eyes, adjusting the straps of your shoes with a groan. "So?"

"Are you that blind that I have to fucking tell you? He's not good for you!"

"Why do you give a damn about who I go out with? Why would I give a damn about who you think I should go out with?"

"That's not the point- Stop going out with him!"

"What are you? My dad? Fuck off, Cheol."

"That guy is not good for you." He crosses his arms against his chest. "Hell, even I would be better for you and I'm your enemy."

“Yeah, you’re my enemy. That doesn’t explain why you’re butting into my love life like this. Literally, just fuck off!” you exclaim, losing your cool with a stomp of your foot.

You fall silent. He falls silent. Seungcheol is worried for that second that passes. He didn’t know why. The silence was uncomfortable. It was like the chill of realizing there’s a spider in the shower with you. He felt chills run down his spine. He didn’t even know why.

You say nothing more, picking up your purse. The silence was odd. It was new. Especially to the both of you. Seungcheol was just about to speak up again, voicing his opposition to you going out with the sketchy guy you met when you walked out and slammed the door on him.

His mouth hung ajar, disbelief spread all over his features. He scoffs, “Ugh, whatever.”

He turns to look at you again. You were by the dance floor now, the neon lights surrounding you. He always thought you were pretty whenever you two wouldn't be bickering until the day's end. Seeing you next to the lights, seeing you like this, it made his heart race a little. He blames it on the alcohol.

Seungcheol ignores the way the rest of his friends start teasing him. It was mostly Joshua and Jeonghan ganging up on him but it was teasing nonetheless. He rolled his eyes, shoving them off him when Jeonghan started giggling a little too close to his face. Sure, he thinks you look pretty, and sure, he doesn't deny that he did find you attractive when he first met you after the summer. That doesn't matter, though, right? Right?

So, what was this feeling festering in his heart when he saw another guy walk up to you and ask you for a dance?

Seungcheol watches as the anonymous guy takes your hand and graciously leads you to the dance floor. His friends would be dramatic and say that he glared daggers at the dude. To be fair, he was. Seungcheol wasn't going to admit to that, however. He crushes his cup in his hand, startling the rest of his group but leading to only more teasing from all of them. With a roll of his eyes, he decides to shift his attention elsewhere.

Your weight shifts from one foot to the other. Maybe situating yourself near the dance floor wasn't the best idea you ever got but you needed to search for Jiwoo in the sea of sweaty, horny, drunk people. What better option than to sit right next to the speaker? You mentally facepalm yourself when the neon lights blinded you from identifying anyone. You blink once. Twice.

Who is this stranger in front of you?

Alarms blare in your head, telling you to get away. Your grip tightens on your cup, anxiety filling your stomach. He notices your worried expression and immediately flashes a smile. "You don't come here often, do you? I'm Eungwang."

He extends a hand out to you, asking you to join him on the dance floor. You shyly follow him, his hand never leaving yours. He twirls you around, telling you to smile a little bit and relax. You could feel all eyes on you, the blinding neon lights and booming music slowly becoming unbearable with each passing second.

"You okay?" You nearly didn't hear Eungwang calling out your name. "You look stressed. Are you okay?" You did your best to shake your head no, breath stuck in your throat.

A worried look passes his eyes, the corners of his lips turning downwards. It was becoming too much. You knew you shouldn't have come to this party. Jiwoo just had to bring you along. Jiwoo... You still haven't found her. The pounding in your heart and ears were getting worse, getting louder. You twist your head, trying your best to scan the crowd for a glimpse of your best friend.

"Get your hands off of her," a more familiar voice speaks up. With wide eyes, you see Seungcheol with his hand on Eungwang's shoulder.

Without an answer, Seungcheol rips him away from you and grabs your wrist to pull you into a more open space. It was weird. You always thought Seungcheol's hands would be rough, yet his touch felt so light. It felt like feathers. It was almost as if he was afraid to break you in your state. If you weren't too occupied with panicking, maybe you would've been trying to fight your way out of his grip.

You hadn't even noticed. Within minutes, the two of you were seated in the front lawn. The cool air brushed your cheeks, slowly pulling you out of your trance. Seungcheol tosses you a water bottle which you catch with trembling fingers. You take a sip and let out a breath. With pursed lips, you turn to look at him.

"Sorry.”

"What for?"

"I probably ruined the mood, right?"

He rolls his eyes, tucking his hands in his jacket pocket. "Whatever. The party was shit anyway. We should get you back to the dorm."

"But Jiwoo--"

"Your friend will be fine." He tosses his jacket to you. "Wear that. It's cold."

"I will not."

"Suits you." He snatches it out of your hands almost immediately. "Don't come crying to me when you get a cold."

Like a child, you stuck out your tongue.

You're sick.

You don't know if it's fate trying to trick you or something. Whatever it was, it definitely isn't funny. Thank goodness, it was still the weekend. You definitely would have lost it if you got sick in the middle of the week. Good news was Jiwoo got back to her own dorm safely because her roommates dragged her back. That made you feel a little better.

Swaddled in your blanket, you begin your travel to the faraway land of the living room where you met your roommate looking at you amusedly. You sent him the best glare you could muster with a bit of snot dripping down your face. He only snickered.

"I told you, you should've worn-"

"Shut it. I'd rather be sick than wear that sweaty jacket of yours."

"Oi!" He stands up, pointing at you who was rummaging through the fridge. "I'll have you know my jacket isn't at all sweaty and gross! I wash it often!"

You let out a snicker, taking some leftovers out of the fridge and shutting it close with your hips. Seungcheol drops his plate in the sink. He stares at you for a fleeting moment; your hair was a mess and there was a bit of snot running down your nose. Nonetheless, you were wrapped up tightly in your blanket that reached the floor. You peek your head to see what's playing on the TV when you see a familiar character.

"You watch...Link Clink?" You sniffle slightly, bringing your blanket back up to rest on your shoulders.

"Oh? You know this show?" Cute. He shakes the thought out of his head immediately.

"Yeah...It was on my watch list." You didn't think that he'd watch something like that. "Not like you need to know."

He rolls his eyes at you, ignoring your last comment. "You wanna watch it together sometime?"

What in the fuck? You don't know if it was your cold, if it was just the air conditioning or literal chills went down your spine at his offer. Maybe it was just the first option. Caught off guard, you stare at him. His eyebrow was raised at you while waiting for your response.

"Uhm...yeah, sure... why not?"

"Oh, yeah." He opens up a cabinet, your curious eyes following his form as he searches through the cupboard. He pulls out a green plastic and hands it over to you. "I figured you would get sick, so I bought some stuff this morning that could probably help."

"Oh, uh, thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You weren't too sure but you thought you saw him blush a little. Perhaps it was your brain playing tricks on you. Nonetheless, despite being your enemy, he was nice enough to buy you something. Though, it really was just a small cold.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your trance. "Get some rest. Jiwoo will probably drop by here later."

"Yeah, okay."

“You’re telling me he took care of you while you were sick?”

“And you’re telling me you didn’t threaten him at all to take care of me while I was sick?”

Jiwoo takes a long sip of her bubble tea, taking her time to chew the pearls while you wait for an answer. She simply shakes her head no. You sigh.

“It’s not like he, like, took care of me. It was more of, like, he just made living together less of a living hell, I guess,” you state, taking your own sip of your tea.

“Less? What do you mean?”

“I mean, he still teased and taunted me. Like, he kept bringing his friends over. You know how loud all of them could get. Finished a bunch of my snacks even though they had my name on it. He broke my third favorite mug, too. One time, he placed my shit on top of the cabinet when he knew I couldn’t really reach it.”

You almost let out a laugh when you remember it.

“Awh, you need me in your life after all."

"Shut up, I can replace you with a step ladder."

"Too bad you won't. You love me too much."

You hadn’t even noticed the rosy pink that started to bloom on your cheeks and creep up to your ears. Jiwoo did, however, and would not let you live. Her eyes grew wide, dramatically placing her cup down. She shook you. A big grin was plastered on her face once you turned to look at her.

“Oh my goodness, it all makes sense now,” she cheered, enthusiastically shaking you around like a maraca. “You guys have been talking a lot lately… When I visited there was no sign of chaos anywhere.... And you were just giggling!”

“Giggling?”

“Giggling, Y/n, giggling! You!” she squeals. “Oh my god, you’re blushing! They’re blushing! Don’t tell me… you actually like him, do you?”

You let out a snort. “Me? Like him? Jiwoo, love, he makes my college life a lot less bearable. My petty ass won’t even let that go by, either. There’s no way I like that asshole.”

Okay, maybe you liked him a little bit.

It would be hard not to like a guy who stops in the middle of a walk just to pet some dogs he saw on the way. It would be hard to ignore the way he smiles whenever you see him with his friends. It was most definitely hard to pretend like your heart wasn’t racing at all when your drunk roommate, also known as your enemy, snuggled closer to you on your way to the couch.

“Seungcheol.” A groan. Try again.

“Seungcheol.” Same response. What is this bitch on?

“Choi Seungcheol.” A loud whine escapes his lips. “How much did you drink? You reek.”

“Just a lil’ bit,” he hiccuped, swaying back and forth on his feet. “We were having so much fun I didn’t even notice the time!”

You softly threw him onto the couch as he started to flail his arms. You rush to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. He throws his arms around the pillows and tightly squeezes them as he starts babbling nonsense you couldn’t quite make out. You hear something along the lines of peaches, weird foods they tried, and someone jumping into the pool. You smiled. They always were such a rowdy bunch. All 13 of them. You would know. They trashed your room once and ate your leftover ice cream.

“You look pretty.” You snorted, covering your mouth with your free hand. “You look just like my roomie, you know. They’re like-” A hiccup interrupts him. “They’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” he slurred.

“Oh? Is that so?” You make him sit up properly and hand the cup over to him. “Here, drink some of this.”

He gulps down the water. “You're really kind, too! Ah, just like Y/n~ But they have a little- no, no- a huge temper.” Oh, wow. The audacity. He giggles and you suppress the urge to smile. Failing, you laugh along with him, shaking your head.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room, you ass,” you say, slinging an arm around him to try and get him up. “Why are you so damn heavy?”

“Because of my love~ for Y/n~!”

“Why are you cheesy when you’re drunk-”

You finally arrive at his room, which took a lot longer than expected because of dragging a very intoxicated Seungcheol around who would not stop trying to cuddle you. You struggle to open his door, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Wanting to go back to sleep as quickly as possible, you let him crawl onto his own bed, turning around to leave.”

“Get some sleep.”

A hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. He pulls you closer. You lose your balance. Oh look, now you're on top of him. You hold your breath. You try to push yourself away from him but to no avail. You were trapped.

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” He croaked out, quickly leaning up to peck you on the lips.

“You kissed?!”

“Shh! Joo, not so loud!” Your eyes darted around the area, several heads turned to look your and Jiwoo’s way. “Everyone’s looking at us. I don’t even know what to say, Joo. I haven’t seen him at all for the past few days.” “You haven’t seen him or you’re avoiding him?” She raised a skeptical brow at you, popping some food in her mouth. She points one of her chopsticks at you with a big grin that makes you want to hide in a hole and never come out. “I think… you’re just avoiding him.”

“Well, what are you supposed to do when-” you lower your volume, casting your eyes to the ground. “I’m not finishing that sentence. Argh!” You hide your face in your hands, Jiwoo’s thrilled laughter coming from beside you.

You spent the following week trying to evade Seungcheol’s presence. You’ve been getting out of the dorm far earlier than you used to and he could never catch you anywhere. He seemed more than eager to talk to you nowadays, usually looking for you in the hallways or trying to spot a glimpse of you in your favorite spots. The library, the boba place, outside your classes. Nothing. It always seemed like you were one step faster than he was, one second too late for him.

He went around the campus grounds one last time. He even asked his friends if he’s seen you to which they replied with skeptical looks for fair reasons. He even tried to ask your friend, Jiwoo, to no avail. He retreats back to the dorm in defeat. His shoulders slumped over as he fished the keys out of his pocket. The door clicks and he becomes visibly confused. He still has his keys in his hand. The door opens wide and Seungcheol yelps, faced with none other than the roommate he was looking for.

Without thinking, he grabs a hold of your wrist as you go to shut the door on him. You snap yourself out of your thoughts from that night. "You're coming with me."

"What the fuck?" You tug your wrist back. His grip only tightens. "Yah! What the hell do you think you're doing?! I'm going to miss the next episode of-"

"Mmm, don't really care."

"Tch." You look down, suddenly ashamed of your get-up. He opens his car door for you. "Did Jiwoo put you up to this?"

Seungcheol smiles. Your heart... Did it skip a beat? Woah. Maybe he actually doesn't look too bad when he's not being a dick to you. Maybe he actually, dare you say it, looks cute when the two of you aren't at each other's throats every 5 seconds. You reluctantly get in, buckling your seatbelt while you wait for him to start up the car.

You look out the window, appreciating the beauty of the night. It's serene. It was still pretty bright with all the lights and buildings yet it looked beautiful. You opted not to speak to Seungcheol for the rest of the drive. You still didn't even know why he dragged you out of your room. You don't even know why you actually got in his car.

Realization hits you.

You're in his car. Seungcheol's car. You willingly got into Seungcheol's car. A small gasp leaves your lips, calling his attention.

"Is something wrong?"

You look at him. "Uh, no... No, I'm fine." The car suddenly holts, snapping you out of your daze. 7/11. Your eyebrows furrow. What?

"You dragged me out of my room... to go to 7/11? This late at night?" you asked, disbelief laced in your tone. He only chuckles at you, getting out of the car while leaving you bewildered and still strapped to your seat.

"Technically, it's like morning but sure." You unbuckle the seatbelt and step out, the cold breeze hitting your skin. Right, you still looked like a mess in the middle of a crisis. "I owe you ice cream since Soonyoung couldn't control himself the other day."

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious of why he decided to be nice to you today. Before you could open your mouth to speak, he interrupts you, "This is just so you won't bitch about your lost ice cream."

"Hey!" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He picks up a few items and checks them out, you follow behind him like a lost puppy. "I thought we were just getting ice cream... why are you-"

"Can you just enjoy this quiet we have right now?" That made you shut up for the rest of the night. Not really. You started complaining about the cold a few minutes later while he laughed at your misery.

"Your fault for not bringing a coat, idiot."

"You fuckin- You dragged me out here!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "The audacity of this bitch, I swear."

Now sitting outside the 7/11, you rub your arms in a feeble attempt to warm yourself up. Not much luck. He slams a cup of instant ramen in front of you. You jumped slightly at the noise and he sent you a sheepish grin. "Enjoy, loser." You stick your tongue out at him yet pick up the cup nonetheless.

A sizzle breaks the silence between the both of you. He has a cheeky grin plastered all over his face as he teases you with the sight of the can of beer. He tosses one in your direction. You caught it, thankfully. You take a sip after opening it, letting out a content sigh. You searched your brain for something to say to fill the silence. It wasn't exactly everyday you get to sit quietly under the night sky on a school night with your worst enemy.

“I...uh... also wanted to apologize if I weirded you out while I was shit-faced drunk that one time. I didn’t- the words… they just slipped out,” he says.

“That’s it?” you ask. “You don’t remember anything else?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I don’t remember anything other than babbling nonsense. Why? Did I do something?” Your cheeks flare up, memories flooding back in that you’ve tried so hard to avoid. He stops and looks at you, noticing how you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Your eyes were trained on something else, your cheeks burning crimson. He blinks once, twice, trying to recollect the events of that night. All he remembers was you pissed and greeting him at the door, muttering some embarrassing shit, and being dropped onto his bed. Everything else was a blur.

“We should… Let’s get going. It’s getting really late,” you say, turning your head so you’d stop staring. The two of you finish up your ramen and drinks, heading back to Seungcheol’s car after discarding the trash.

On the way home, he recalls a few memories. The day you first met, the time you embarrassed him in front of the whole 8th grade, the time he gave you an oreo cookie filled with toothpaste. A good trip down memory lane later, the two of you were laughing obnoxiously in the wee hours of the morning. The laughter dies down as Seungcheol unlocks your dorm door.

“Come to think of it, why are we enemies again? We didn’t really do too much to hate each other,” you say, removing your shoes by the door.

“Do we hate each other?” You shrug. He laughs. “Why don’t we start over then? We’re not too different, apparently.”

“Yeah. Sure, why not?”

He sticks out his hand. “Hi, I’m Seungcheol.”

You gaze lingers on it for a few seconds. You never thought you’d be doing this ever. You look up at him and back at his hand. There’s a chance you’ll regret your next move but you doubt you will.

With a simple, soft kiss, everything felt like it changed yet stayed the same. The feeling of his lips on yours felt like a simple gift from the universe as a sorry for everything the two of you went through together. Seungcheol was frozen in his spot, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pulled you closer. His memories start getting clearer. He slowly pieces together what happened that night. You pull away with a grin, completely red in the face.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Seungcheol’s worst nightmare.”

“Is that what I get for making you suffer in silence when I couldn’t remember anything?”

“Oh, so you remember now? Damn, you really are old.”

“We’re the same age!”

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, it is.”

For the second time that night, you kissed.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Of Kings and Beasts  -  Two

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrusted to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Smut, NonCon, Language, Kinda Slow Burn, Bucky with the mood swings, Probably poor editing

Word Count: 3.2K

A/n: I cannot put into words how tired I am rn like idk why im so tired all the time but I am. Anyway, here's another part of this cause I like this series but its SO FUCKING DARK LIKE SO DAMN DARK PLEASE BE WARNED!! I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK FROM WRITING PART THREE BECAUSE ITS FUCKING DARK

THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND VERY DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

PART ONE

~*~

“Your Majesty? Are you feeling at all better today?” You shake your head, curled up on your bed in the fetal position in a pathetic attempt at blocking out the world.

“Please, Majesty. A walk and some fresh air will do you well. It needn’t be long.” You sigh and push your blankets away from your face.

“You will not stop until I agree, will you?” Natasha smiles gently at you. “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. It is only for your health that I insist.” She helps you to your feet, a frown on her face at the way you struggle still to move.

“You are still in pain?” You simply nod, wincing when she has you step into a dress.

“The pain is more bearable than it was.” She nods, mind wandering as she helps you into your dress for the day.

It’s a simple navy dress with a gold string wrapping around the waist. The sleeves hang past your fingers and you toy with the pretty fabric while Natalia holds an arm around your waist.

The walk is painful and slow and with every step, you wish you were back in your room.

From the looks you get from the staff, you know it’s known how unwelcome you are. This is not how you thought your union would be at all.

~*~

“You were supposed to take care of her! Treat her with kindness and compassion! Not leave her bloody on her bed once you’ve satisfied your need!” Natalia snarls, slamming her hand on the King’s desk. He looks up at her, a bored expression on his face until he processes her words. Then his expression gradually changes to one of regret.

“I... I hadn’t meant to be so rough with her. She... I just... It’s a betrayal, Natalia. I’ve broken my oath to the man I love.” She shakes her head, glaring at him.

“No, it is not. You and Steven made an agreement that you would find a queen. You chose her specifically. And now that Steve is no longer here you’re wanting to back out? That is not how this works, James, and you know that.”

He grinds his teeth together so hard he’s surprised they don’t break.

“That’s exactly the problem! Every time I look at her I’m reminded of him! Because we were supposed to have her together! We were supposed to marry her together and bed her together! She is not mine, she was meant to be ours!”

“And so you treat her like a burden because your husband is not here? You act as though she is nothing more than a whore? That woman in there has feelings, James.” The king pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to try and reign in his anger.

“You could never possibly understand what it is that I’m feeling. I already admitted to being rougher than I wanted to be. And I should have stopped, but I needed to get it through to consummate the marriage.”

Nat pauses at his words, hoping he doesn’t mean what she thinks he means.

“What do you mean you should have stopped? Did she tell you to stop?”

He swallows hard before nodding.

“She... I could hardly understand her, she was crying so much, but she begged me to a-and she was pushing me away. But I didn’t.”

The harsh sound of her hand connecting with his cheek echoes through the room. The King is stunned but he knows he deserves far worse than a mere smack.

“I never thought you capable of such cruelty, James. That woman is your wife, the Queen of your Kingdom, and you have treated her as if she is the one who took your husband from you.”

He grows angry at the mention of the man he loves. “She is attempting to replace him!” He exclaims, slamming his fist down on his desk to enunciate his point.

“How could you possibly know that?!” Nat counters, her voice raised to match his.

“She has said nothing about wanting to replace Steven! She was well aware that she would be bound to both kings, not just you. I’m sure she is wondering about where her other husband is, why he has not been seen. You need to talk to her. Apologize for brutalizing her the way you have. Mend your relationship with her because she is the only chance you have at continuing your bloodline. She is the only one who can ensure your reign continues.”

The King is silent, mulling over her words before sighing heavily.

“Where is she?”

Nat crosses her arms over her chest. “It has been four days since your marriage and you are only just asking now? She has been unable to walk for the past three days, so she has remained in her chambers. I forced her for a short walk today, but I do not think it did much to lift her spirits.” His jaw clenches for a moment before he lets a breath out through his nose.

“When she is healed I shall talk to her.” It’s not much, but it’s a start, and that’s all Natalia can ask for.

It’s two days after that before you can walk on your own, and even then you’ve got a severe limp. It’s two more days after that before you can sit down on anything besides your bed. It isn’t until ten days after the consummation of your marriage that you leave your room again.

“If you’re feeling healed, the King would like you to join him for tea on his private balcony.”

You’re shocked at Wanda’s words, but you try to hide it, offering her a nod while she helps you get dressed into a simple light blue gown.

She leads you through the Palace towards a side that you’ve never seen before, not that you’ve had much of a chance to explore. When you reach a set of grand oak doors you find yourself growing increasingly nervous.

Wanda, oblivious to your racing heart, knocks twice on the wood then bows to you before scurrying down the hallway and out of sight.

“Enter,” a muffled voice calls. You take a deep breath and push the door open, keeping your eyes cast downwards as you enter the King’s chambers.

His eyes find you immediately, a frown on his face at the way you keep your eyes down on the floor.

“I am glad you’ve rested and recovered,” he says, his frown deepening when you flinch at his voice. You say nothing in reply, simply stand with your hands folded gently atop your skirts.

“Come over to me. The tea is waiting.” You nod, risking a glance up to find where he is and walking over to him. He sits at a small table on the balcony, his attention focused somewhere over the horizon, and you risk taking a breath in.

You carefully sit down on the chair across from him, a wince flashing over your features as discomfort flares between your thighs. The expression doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and a wave of guilt washes through him.

“I... I wanted to apologize for our wedding night. And... I do hope that you can forgive me for my actions and we can start anew.”

You’re beyond surprised and look up at him, unable to stop the look of shock from crossing your face. “Y-you have nothing to apologize for, Your Majesty.”

He watches you, watches the way your fingers tremble as you reach out for the teacup. Watches the way you avoid his eyes and shrink into yourself as if to seem as unthreatening and small as possible.

You’re afraid.

Not that he’s surprised, necessarily. What, with the way he treated you? He’s shocked you’re holding yourself together so well.

“I had not intended on being so rough with you. Especially not on our first night together. You must understand that I am not myself as of late. I am... worried about my husband. Hoping to find him soon.” You nod, Wanda’s words echoing in your head.

“There is nothing for me to forgive, Your Majesty. I understand the way you’d like for us to get along and I understand my purpose and my place. You needn’t strain yourself over me. It is my duty to be at your leisure, even if it is not what I desire.”

Your words stun him into silence, the tension growing between the two of you.

“(Y/n),” your name feels foreign on his tongue yet so very right. “When I said what I had said yesterday... All I meant was that-” “Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I do believe I understood. I am not so foolish as to believe that this marriage was for anything besides politics. You and the King need an heir and I am here to provide one. That is my place, as you said. Now I do hope you will excuse me, for I am feeling rather delicate and would very much like to return to my chambers.”

He says nothing, simply nods his head and watches as you hold back another wince as you stand up.

He isn’t alone for long. No, Natalia is strolling into his chambers mere moments after you’ve left.

“That was brief,” she says, eyes taking note of the untouched tea that sits across from the King.

“I apologized. That is all that was required of me, yes?” She groans and shakes her head. “How will Steve feel if, when he returns, you and the Queen cannot remain in the same room? You know that he will be beyond disappointed.”

“What am I to do? I tried to speak with her about it but she... it seems to be strictly political. She does not seem to even want to entertain the idea of anything beyond a loveless marriage.”

“Is that, perhaps because she is afraid of how you will treat her if she were to express her desire to be wanted? If you cannot express with words how you feel, then do so with your actions.”

He doesn’t come to you that night. Nor the night after.

It isn't until the third day after that that you see him again. Even then it isn’t any different than the last time.

You’re leaving your chambers to go for a walk in the garden, something Wanda and Nat have been encouraging upon realizing you’re not feeling like yourself.

“I’m telling you, James. I think it’s him.” That’s Samuel’s voice.

“I think he’s right. We should go see. Send a team out. It doesn’t look like they are very securely guarding him. We could go in and have him back within a month.” That one’s Natalia.

Wanda’s chattering goes unnoticed by you as you realize they’re talking about King Steven.

“If you’re sure about this, then gather a team and have the horses prepped. We’ll leave at dusk.”

As they’re rounding the corner they nearly bump right into you. You and Wanda both stop, both of you dropping into a curtsy while Nat and Sam bow.

“Your Majesty,” they greet. You nod at them, eyes cast down.

“You two are both dismissed. You as well, Lady Wanda. I require a word with my wife.” You’re confused at him calling you his wife but you say nothing, eyes stuck on the ground as three sets of footsteps walk away from you.

He’s quiet, watching the way you avoid his eyes.

Finally, unable to bear the silence anymore and wanting to have him be through with whatever it is he wants, you speak.

“You are leaving?” He waits until you glance up at him to answer.

“I will be, yes. We are not sure how long I shall be gone for. But before I leave I’ll be coming to you in your chambers. There’s the chance that I won’t return,  so I need to do my part in ensuring my lineage continues. I haven’t come to you to allow you time to recover, but there is only so long you can expect a man to wait for his wife.” You say nothing, simply nod at him.

“I shall be waiting for you, Your Majesty. Is that all?” He lets out a deep breath before speaking again.

“I require an heir, (Y/n). If I am gone for any longer than two months and you are not with child when I return, I will not be as accommodating as I have been.” You can’t help the scoff that leaves you.

“Is something funny to you?”

You look up at him for a moment then shake your head.

“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty. I just hadn’t realized that this was you being accommodating.”

He grabs your face roughly in his flesh hand, fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.

“You watch your tongue with me, woman. If you forget your place I will need to remind you of it, won’t I? But you don’t want that.” Your heart races in your chest and you quickly shake your head ‘no’.

“Remember your place. Or I will beat you back into it. Understand?” You nod and only after a moment longer does he release his grip on your chin.

You drop your head, eyes focused on the ground as he walks away from you. Tears sting at your eyes and you take a few minutes to compose yourself before walking back into the Palace, heading for your chambers.

~*~

He doesn’t bother knocking. He just pushes the door open and makes himself at home. To his surprise, you’re seated on your bed in a nightgown, nose buried in a book.

You’re so caught up in whatever you’re reading that you don’t even notice him.

He takes this moment to really take you in, eyes inspecting your face.

You’re beautiful, that much he and Steve gathered long before even deciding on marrying you. You have a gentle beauty to your face that is such a refreshing change to all the hard and gruesome things he’s seen in his life. He hates that all he wants to do is stare at you.

He notices that. your face lacks its usual glow, and you have dark bags beneath your eyes. Making a mental note to tell Nat to make sure you sleep properly, he takes a step towards you.

You glance upwards, jumping at the way he stands watching you.

He takes another step towards you, unbuttoning his shirt and walking closer to you. You set your book aside and swallow hard.

“How will you have me?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyeing you for a moment before deciding.

“On your back.” You push the blankets aside and lay down on your back, trying to take deep breaths.

He takes hold of your ankles and gently tugs you down the bed until your bum is at the edge.

His member slaps against your slit and you jolt, tears welling up in your eyes at the memories of the last time this happened.

Instead of pushing into you dry like he did last time, he leans down and spits right on your intimate area. Shame fills you at how close he comes to you, and at the lewd act, but he seems unfazed. He does the same to his length then slowly pushes in.

There isn’t nearly enough lubricant, and it pinches and burns, but it’s not nearly as painful as last time.

That, however, doesn’t stop the tears from raining down your cheeks. Your chest shudders, silent sobs trying to break free. You bring your hands up to your face, pressing one to your mouth and the other shielding the rest of your face from view.

The King stops moving, his brows furrowed and eyes focused on what he can see of your face, trying to see if he’s causing you pain.

“A-am I hurting you?” He asks, his voice strained. You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed and waiting for him to keep going.

He’s hesitant but slowly starts thrusting again, pressing his face into your neck if only so he doesn’t have to see the tears on your face. The tears he’s causing.

It pains him to see such sorrow when a pretty face like yours should only be happy. He hates himself for knowing he’s the cause, but he can’t very well stop. He has a job to do, an heir to create.

He focuses instead on how your body feels beneath him. Soft and squishy in all the perfect places. And by the Gods, you’re so tight and warm around him. He groans softly against your neck, lips subconsciously pressing kisses to the skin as he approaches his climax.

You hold your breath as he fills you with warmth again, his breath hot and damp against your skin.

He stays sheathed within you for a few moments longer before pulling out and tucking his cock back into his trousers.

“I leave in a few hours. My councilmen are in charge while I am gone. Remember your place.” You don’t answer and he pauses, leaning down to grab your face the same way he did before.

“What occurs between us in our bed remains between you and me. I do not want to hear of you saying a word about it to anyone. You are mine and I shall treat you how I want.” You nod, mind and body numb.

“Good. I shall return shortly. If I will be gone longer than a month I will send word.” He exits without another word, leaving you used and broken yet again.

~*~

The riders leave as soon as the sun sets, the king leading them. You watch through the small window in your room, heart heavy as you realize that you well and truly serve but one purpose to the man.

“Dinner, your Majesty.” You glance over your shoulder to where Wanda is holding a tray of food.

“No thank you, Wanda. I am not hungry tonight. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go to bed.” She nods, setting the tray down and hurrying to get your bed ready.

“I can do that tonight, Wanda. I would... I would like some time alone, please.” She pauses, the pain in your voice far more evident than you wanted it to be.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” She bows her head, picks up the tray of food, then hurries out of your chambers and leaves you alone for the night.

You hardly sleep at all, silent tears tracking down your cheeks as thoughts of how much better your old life was fill your mind.

You truly are no better than a prisoner, and for a moment you find yourself wishing you were beheaded with your mother.

[wonlouvre]

pairing: doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc

genre: modern royalty, arranged marriage, fluff 

word count: 2.2k

WARNINGS: none (pls tell me if there’s anything i missed!)

a/n: THEIR LOVE STORY CONTINUES AND YOU WILL FIND OUT ON MY NEXT POST! i will say this over and over again, THANK YOU WITH ALL MY HEART! 

epilogue | masterlist

The trial of your father was not something you have ever imagined you would experience nor witness in this lifetime. Despite having the option to not go, you still attended. You weren’t present at the court itself though. Instead you waited at the parking lot with Jeongyeon everyday from the first day up to the last day. The judge’s verdict was obvious and irrevocable. Your father’s ancestry, title and reputation didn’t matter in the eyes of justice. At some point, you couldn’t accept it still but eventually you knew that every wrong must be corrected.

You can say that the wounds from this inevitable downfall burned the most than the wounds inflicted by the enemy.  

Wonwoo was at your apartment when you arrived after the long hours of waiting. He just finished showering, drying his hair with a clean towel when he greeted you. After getting discharged from the hospital, he didn’t fail to visit your place and most times, he would stay the night. That’s why it’s natural and comforting to see him lounge around as if he has been living with you from the get go. 

He already knows how the trial went because it was everywhere. He catches you with his arms once your bag is dropped on the couch and the tears you have been holding back start to fall. It’s not easy to cry every second, every minute and every hour. It’s not easy to accept that your tears are not enough. Not enough to help your father without damaging everything else further. 

Your face was buried on the crook of your lover’s neck as you finally let it all out. He holds you there for a while before he moves the two of you to the couch and keeps you close by letting you take a seat on his lap.

You love your father so much but it is only right and only just to let this Kingdom punish him for the crimes he committed against the people he swore honesty and protection to. 

The exhaustion made you fall asleep and Wonwoo left you be until he had to wake you because he doesn’t want you to skip your meal. After munching on a few bites, he led you to the bathroom for a warm bath, sitting on the cold tiled floor as he took care of you. And in the late evening, he held you close as you retired from the pain of the day.

Wonwoo is a gift and he makes every single day a little better.

You and Wonwoo decided to tie the knot three years later than what was initially arranged. It just felt right at the time to postpone the wedding and do what should be done. The Prince can tell that your heart and mind was not set on marriage yet because of what was currently happening. He was the one who brought it up, suggesting a postponement if you needed the time to think and of course, to wait. He didn’t mind because he’s one hundred percent sure that he is yours and it wasn’t necessary to immediately hold a wedding to seal the deal.

Three years of waiting wasn’t the timeline you intentionally planned on but if one were to count, that’s how long the two of you endured. The plan to have a grand wedding was scrapped and essentially, you two were back to zero. The venue, decorations, menu and even the custom made wedding dress and tuxedo were either auctioned or donated. It was a unanimous decision among you, him, your mother and his parents. It was for the better and taking things slow in your relationship was much needed anyway. 

On the subject of parents, Wonwoo’s, for a period of time, were uneasy with your relationship. It was not because of you and what your father did. Their Majesties were wise enough to not hold anything against you and who you are. What made them uneasy was the people and their talking. If some were still loyal and supported and rooted for you, some were the exact opposite. The tabloids were cruel as well and you didn’t miss them displayed in every newsstand. They still gossiped about your father and even talked about the most irrelevant nonsense. Like come on, who cares about you wearing an orange jacket on a normal Sunday?

But the major stumbling block for them was your recommendation to abolish the Royal Family of your Kingdom. 

You have pondered about it for quite a while and when you have made your decision, you discussed it with the rest of your relatives. As the times have changed, reigning as the sole power of the kingdom didn’t appeal to your family anymore. Some of your father’s siblings and cousins have discussed this already even before your father himself inherited the throne. It just so happened that the then cabinet members strongly opposed the idea. However this time, things will be different for and with you. 

By right, you are the Queen of the Kingdom and it won’t be for much longer.

It was a long and exhausting process. You had to meet with the Cabinet and the policy making body of the Kingdom. For a whole year, you were lobbying and arguing with a lot of individuals who have their own greedy political agendas. However, for the same whole year, the people were supportive of your decision and goal. That pushed you forward and motivated you to not give up. It paid off because in the end, you stepped down as the last Queen to ever reign in your family and ultimately, the Kingdom. 

Countless aspiring public servants stole the spotlight the following year as the campaign season started. Some still encouraged you to hold a position to which you declined immediately. It was a tight competition because every candidate had the potential. The people were smarter and at the same time stronger. They knew who they wanted and needed to lead the Kingdom. No flowery words could ever sway them. 

Power to the people indeed.

You were present to the formulation and enactment of the new laws that will hopefully make the Kingdom and its citizens flourish without the presence of abuse of power and dishonesty. Once you finally signed the last piece of document as the Queen, the Kingdom is not yours anymore and you have never felt so free. 

During the (unintentional) three year wait, you and Wonwoo made the most out of your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, fiancé and fiancée. Well, the engagement ring wasn’t returned to you so you’re quite unsure about the status of the latter. You didn’t lose it though. Wonwoo admitted on one of your dates that it’s with him and that he’ll eventually give it back. 

Wonwoo stayed and continued working at the Royal Hospital meanwhile you decided to leave your current law firm and establish a new one to serve the public. It was a busy year of transition and you felt bad that you dragged Wonwoo into it. Even though he promised that he didn’t mind, you still can’t help but feel terrible that he’s carrying a whole lot of baggage that isn’t his. 

He will just shush you with a kiss on the lips whenever you bring it up and you hate how he makes it work. 

For most of the time, you were awfully busy, you had to bring work back to your apartment. Wonwoo would always complain with his forehead on your shoulder as you worked away on your desk. He would complain that it’s already late and you should be snuggled to him by then and you would just scratch the back of his neck to placate him. To which, he didn’t like. He didn’t stop until you shut down your laptop and let him pull you to bed. 

Wonwoo diligently went back and forth to his hometown and here. He could go back and work at his Kingdom, but not without you. He made it clear that he has every intention of marrying you, so until then, he’d stay by your side. You love every single bit of time you spent with him and you’re beyond grateful. Although there was one instance you had to take care of him because he got sick, that didn’t make him stop. 

The two of you went to a lot of dates despite the busy and overlapping schedules. Most of your dates consisted of long drives far from the city. You frequent farms, beachsides and small hidden cafes with little to none customers. It was great and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

It’s Wonwoo, after all. 

Eventually, you had to visit his parents and introduce yourself in a whole new and different perspective. It was nerve wracking, but their Majesties never changed. In fact, almost everyone at their Kingdom still treated and served you like royalty to which you vehemently refused. Nonetheless, their Majesties still gave their utmost blessing and support to your relationship and if anything, they hope to see you get married soon. 

Wonwoo requested to meet your father at some point. At first, you were confused as to why but when he told you that he wanted to do things right, you couldn’t say no. 

You had to admit, you were embarrassed. However, you swallowed your pride because it’s pointless to keep concealing yourself from Wonwoo. He has accepted and loved you in every way and every form already, all you have to do is bare yourself to him. 

The meeting and conversation you shared with your father was short-lived because of the time limit. In spite of that, it was good to see him and you’re happy Wonwoo took the initiative to visit him. It has already been two years since he got imprisoned and even though you couldn’t visit him every day, your father never held it against you. He was ecstatic to see Wonwoo and the news of your wedding still on, made him burst into a joyful laughter. 

It still pained you to see him on the other side of the glass. It still pained you to not hug or touch his hand at least. But you keep yourself together and remember the purpose as to why your father had to go through this. 

Your father never failed to tell you his regrets and apologies, but most importantly, he never failed to tell you how proud he is and that he loves you very much so. 

You will never become a queen anymore, but Wonwoo vowed that you will be of his heart. He found it cringey himself, but he told you he had to say it in front of everyone present at your wedding. You just laughed it off because you know he’s not saying it out of spite. 

The wedding happened at his mother’s garden with only close family and friends invited. Your father couldn’t make it even if he wanted to, but it was alright because you promised you’ll send lots of pictures afterwards. Some of your relatives made it, Jeongyeon and Seungkwan were also there. Meanwhile, all of Wonwoo’s relatives made it and of course his best friends Soonyoung, Jihoon and Jun (whom you met along the way) were also present. 

It was a short ceremony that didn’t last more than three hours. It started late in the morning and ended early in the afternoon. The two of you, hand in hand and all smiles, did your best to mingle with every guest and thank them for their time and attendance after finally sealing everything with a long kiss and of course, legal documents.

There was no afterparty held after lunch was served, you and Wonwoo wanting the rest of the day to yourselves. A traditional program sounded lovely, but the two of you wanted to be simple. 

The wedding was three years long in the making and in between, it almost didn’t happen. The beginning was vague because it started off as an arranged union. You didn’t know him, he didn’t know you. The middle was everything you wanted, full of love and security. You were so sure and so ready, just waiting for the dress and everything was set. However before the happy ending, shortcomings and bad deeds needed to be resolved and by doing so, one of you almost had to sacrifice the middle that you were ready to have forever. 

But when Wonwoo buried his face in the space between your jaw and neck and his arms found its way around your waist, you realized that everything that had to happen was worth it. In the middle of the garden where the two of you stood alone, swaying from side to side, you realized and accepted that it was all worth it. 

Your fingers ran through the hairs of your husband’s hair and he hummed at the sensation. You smiled at the vibration and continued holding him. If you were to tell one of the sentiments that you and Wonwoo share when you’re together, it’s that you wish for everything to never end. And now that you’re married, it is not far-fetched. 

“I love you, Wonwoo,” you whispered and you’re not crying anymore. 

Wonwoo pulls away slightly to look at your face and when he sees your smile, he knows that he loves you too.

a/n 2: all my love, the drabble/oneshot series masterlist is up! 🧡

[millllenniawrites]

warmth (Poe Dameron x Reader)

words: 5.6k yes it is the longest thing on this blog shush

summary: The Resistance’s victory celebration quickly turns sour when their trusted Commander, Poe Dameron, recognizes a toxin in the air. This favourite doctor is the only one he trusts with the information he has. You’re the only one you trust to look after him.

warnings: smut (this is 18+ people); afab!reader; porn with plot; sex pollen so that automatically makes it dubcon; doctor!reader; swearing, drugs, dirty talk, Poe Dameron is so whiny when he’s horny holy fuck; bondage; oral (f receiving); unprotected sex (wrap it up folks); pet names (good girl, honey, sweetheart, baby); this relies on Poe’s spice runner past (the one I use in Helix, not the gross canon one) but it’s not directly dealt with and it’s super vague 

a/n: I was trying to find a place to feature Kade Sol who is my baby sunshine light of my life from the Helix series and I snuck him in here! also this was a worldbuilding writing exercise that somehow turned into the filthiest smut I’ve ever written so there’s that 

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As the last First Order ship disappeared from the sky, a victory cry sounded through the Resistance fighters. Poe Dameron landed on the tarmac of Cida’s Travel Station, popping the hood of his X-Wing. He grinned, watching the rest of Black and Blue squadron land around him, all hopping out of their ships and rejoicing on the deck.

They didn’t lose anyone in the air today. That alone was cause for celebration.

It had been three weeks of trying to break the First Order’s blockade on the Cida system. King Caran had graciously accepted the help of the Resistance, backed by the New Republic’s ships, and allowed them to set up a temporary base on Cida Prime. In exchange for liberating their system, His Majesty had granted the Resistance usage of their hyperspace lanes, which would cut the transport time from the Hosnian system to D’Qar in half. An easy trade, if anyone had bothered to ask Poe.

Which no one did, these days. But he was doing his best. 

Kade, his captain, shook him from his thoughts as he called from the ground, “The King is asking for you, Dameron.”

He dropped out of his ship, quickly hugging Kade, grateful as always to have his best friend by his side, before jogging into the command centre of the makeshift air base, where King Caran and Admiral Ackbar were waiting.

“Commander Dameron,” the King’s booming voice sounded through the small room as Poe entered.

Poe bowed low, nearly folding himself completely in half. “Your Majesty.” 

A pair of Cidan guards’ in navy uniforms flanked him as he trailed behind the King and Ackbar. Poe found himself tuning out the negotiations, agreeing with Ackbar on instinct as the two men spoke. They took more twists and turns than Poe could count. He began marking various basins, leaking different coloured smoke as landmarks, in case he needed to find his way out. 

Not that he thought the King wasn’t deserving of their trust. This was a war. He just wasn’t going to risk it. 

As they entered what appeared to be the King’s office, Poe felt almost out of place. Like he was floating, a gentle burning feeling in his gut the only thing grounding him. 

In a turn of events Poe was not expecting, he found himself missing you.

He loved Kade. Of course, he loved Kade. His second. His partner in crime. But the flight home was sure to be a boring one without you.

It wasn’t tradition, necessarily. But each time the two of you had taken a mission together, it had been a resounding success. And on your way home, he’d celebrated between your legs. 

And you’d taken care of him after, like the good girl he knew you were. 

The burning moved lower, a sweet smell settling in his nose. One Poe recognized, from a time before the New Republic Navy. 

Fuck.

Voice panicked, “King Caran,” Poe stood, realizing he had interrupted the King. Breathing heavily, he scanned the room, eyes locking on a small stone in the corner. It sat on a warming plate, small tendrils of yellow smoke disappearing into the air.

Caran laughed, following Poe’s gaze. “You know your therapies, my boy.” The man seemed… pleased. Proud. “A gift, from us to you.”

“With all due respect, your Majesty,” Poe coughed, a phantom of the sensation he had only felt once before aching deep in his lungs. “Most organisms outside of the Cidan’s can’t handle Stiima the way your graciousness can.”

“My apologies, my friend. We thought that it would help to calm things. For negotiations, of course.” Caran met Ackbar’s eyes, anxiety evident. “Please understand it is simply the way we celebrate such a great success as we have seen today.”

“I understand, your Majesty.” Ackbar side-eyed Poe, concern evident. “Are you alright, Commander?” 

The ringing in Poe’s ears drowned out the last of their conversation. The next thing he knew, he was back on the tarmac, shouting, “Kade. Get everyone in the air. Now.”

He beelined for his shuttle, locking himself in the cockpit. Hand clenching as he felt himself relax into the passenger seat, the pain of his nails digging into his palm grounding him. 

“Poe, you good?” Kade banged on the door.

He didn’t answer, focusing on the 

Kade finally got the door open. “Poe, what the fuck?” 

“Fly.” Poe said through gritted teeth. “I need you to fly.” 

So Kade did. 

They didn’t dock to the main carrier, flying above it. They would wait until it jumped to hyperspace before they followed. 

Poe watched as fighter after fighter flew into the large ship. Ears filled with cotton, he barely heard Ackbar’s order over the comms for anyone in a shuttle to stay away from the ship.

Code Orange.

Quarantine protocol.

Poe couldn’t stop his mind from going back to you. The last time you were on mission together. The way your mouth felt.

Your eyes. 

The innocent way you would smile, naked and spread out under him… 

“Poe?” Kade asked, sitting forward in his seat. “Are you alright?” 

Poe hit a comm button on his dash, connecting him directly to command. 

“Commander Dameron, are you alright?” A young man’s voice came through his headset. 

“I need you to connect me to med.” 

“Is someone—” 

“Connect me to med, officer. I need to speak with the doctor.” 

*

You opened the hull door of Poe Dameron’s shuttle, a small case of bacta and other various medications tucked under your arm. Coughing into your mask as you entered the dark ship, you quickly located the panel to seal the door behind you, saluting the mech on the ground that would lock you in after the door eased shut.

The convoy had landed hours ago. The medic team had been slowly working through shuttles, administering antidotes to those that could take them.  

It wasn’t poison. You’d ruled that out early. But the obvious effects of dehydration were evident. Poe seemed to know what it was, from the way he sounded in the recording Ackbar had passed off to med, but no one else was familiar with the symptoms everyone seemed to be presenting. 

Looking around, you stayed still for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. You had been in his shuttle before; you knew you were in the cargo bay, and if you followed the wall to your right, you would find the ladder that would lead you to the cockpit. Your mission. The plan. Assessing Poe and Captain Kade Sol’s symptoms. 

But if you went to the left and pushed the thin black curtain aside, you would find the small closet that served as his bed on long missions.

Your bed, when you joined him. 

It was hard not to smile, remembering the long nights in hyperspace with the famous Commander. The way his curls tangled around your fingers. How his stubble felt against the inside of your thighs…

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you shook your head with a small embarrassed laugh and began to work your way to the ladder.

Even with the grey cloth pulled tight across your mouth and nose, you could still smell the musk of the air, heavy in your lungs. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it had a true weight to it, like slightly overripe fruit or warm spices, much worse than the three shuttles you had cleared before this. The rungs of the ladder were warm like the air, slick with moisture, a telltale sign that Poe and Kade had done as asked. There had been no air circulating in the ship since they landed. If any of the airborne toxins had gotten into the ship, it wouldn’t have had the chance to escape outside. 

You smiled as your hands brushed their oxygen canisters, hearing the slow leak of fluid. Always thorough, Dameron…

Your hands grazed the small railing that guarded the catwalk to the cockpit as you made your way down to the sealed door.

“Commander Dameron? Captain Sol?” you called, hoping they could hear you through the dense metal. “It’s Doctor--”

The hiss of the door caused you to jump and you stepped back, taking in the form of the Captain. The large man nearly filled the doorway, dark clothes making it difficult to see him in the blackness of the ship. “I know who you are. Command came through a little while ago.” His voice as gruff as always, but he said it with a smile. “I’ve had no symptoms, but I figure you still need to check me out?”

“Yes, Captain.” You nod, “If you wouldn’t mind going back into the cockpit for me…”

He grumbled something you couldn’t make out but did what you asked, sitting in the only passenger seat in the small room, empty save for them.

“Where’s Commander Dameron?” you asked as you knelt in beside Kade, fingers on his wrist.

You ran through the basics of your training as he talked. 

“Poe didn’t get so lucky. Got hit worse than most people, from what we’ve heard. He was in the King’s office. Said something about a… diffuser?” When you nodded, he seemed to relax. “That’s why he made the call. Asked me to lock him up until a medic got here. He was specifically asking for you, so I guess we got lucky.”

You were grateful for the dark, hiding the way you flushed. “Guess so.” Unable to hide the warmth in your voice, you gave Kade a small smile. “There isn’t a brig on this ship. Where—"

“His quarters. Stun cuffs magnetized to the wall.” He seemed almost embarrassed, ducking his head. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with him, exactly. Just that he hasn’t really stopped making noise since about twenty minutes after we landed.”

You hesitated. Generally careful about the information you give out to patients, you weren’t sure it would be appropriate to explain, but Kade and Poe were a package deal. Rarely did you see one without the other. They’d been joined at the hip since long before they had defected to the Resistance together.

“It’s a potent aphrodisiac.” You murmured, standing behind him and tilting his head to check for discolouration on his neck, “Most people got hit with… well, let’s call it Level 1 symptoms. Loose tongue. Unable to really control what they’re saying, or at least not thinking it through. Level 2 are action: making choices you wouldn’t ordinarily make. The… aphrodisiac part. If you get to level two, we’ve found they wear off in about three hours. No antidote needed. Just fluids and rest, after it all. But you’ve been in here almost a whole day…” and Poe’s condition hadn’t improved.

“Which means what? He’s at level 3?”

There wasn’t a level 3. 

Coming around in front of Kade, you nodded slowly. “Was he complaining of… pain?” you flinched as you said the word, knowing the man had no idea what you were truly asking.

“Right before he asked me to gag him. He had moments he was lucid… basically told me to leave him locked up, no matter what he said.” 

There was only one other person that had said the drug hurt, and she had been fine for a few hours now. 

Kade chewed idly on his bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought. “Not easy being locked in while your best friend is raving like a madman.”

“The gag was a good call. He’ll thank you once he’s back to himself.” You tried for another smile. “You seem okay. Vitals are normal. Rosa is just outside. I’ll let her know that she can open the door. She’ll give you a mask and escort you to showers, and then back to your quarters. They’ll send a medical droid to check you out fully before you’re allowed to intermix with the base. Just in case.”

“Thank you, doc.” Kade stood, heading out the door to the rest of the shuttle. “Poe is—”

“I know.” You nodded, not really thinking through your words. “Closet. Curtain.”

Kade paused, turning to look at you for a moment. His eyebrow twitched, just slightly, before he dropped down the ladder. You appreciated that he hadn’t said anything, having a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t know you only off your medical reputation.

Your excursions with Poe were a relative secret, not wanting command to restrict you going on missions together because of your… you weren’t really sure what to call it. Enough people had stories about him that you knew you weren’t exclusive, but being with him was different. It had always been different. 

Though you supposed all the people he took to bed could say the same thing. 

You pushed the heavy curtain aside.

He was laid back on his cot, only one of his boots on. Poe struggled against his cuffs, attached to the wall above his head, and whined through the gag in his mouth. The bed squeaked and shook. It was a significantly less pleasant sound when you were standing there, not on top of him…

You shook your head quickly, a reminder that you were working, before you knelt on the ground next to Poe’s head. His eyes widened as he focused on you. Reaching for the fabric cutting into his cheeks, your fingertips grazed his jaw. “I’m gonna remove this, okay?” you murmured before eased the gag out of his mouth, letting the loop of dark cloth hanging around his neck.

“Sweetheart…” he whined the moment his mouth was free to move, his voice cracking around the dryness of his throat. You set your med case on the floor and opened it quickly, digging through bandages and bacta patches before finding what you needed. You lifted a small canteen to his lips, letting the water trickle into his mouth. He coughed, spluttering a little before he was tilting his head away, gasping, “Please, sweetheart. I need…”

You shushed him gently, swiping a cloth over his lips. Trying to distract him, you softened your voice, “You got everyone out before it could get bad, Poe. Everyone else is safe.” 

He turned his head to look up at the ceiling, seeming to relax a little. Your eyes found his throat. Watching him breathe, swallow, reminded you of the way his skin tasted… 

Fuck. 

You coughed again into your mask, murmuring, “I’ll be right back.” and ignoring the way Poe whined as you let the curtain fall behind you. 

Once you were a few steps away from him, you could breathe a little easier. The air was hot, fucking scalding through your mask, and you tilted your head back a bit to force yourself to breathe deeply. Slowly. Calmingly. 

You reached up, touching the pad of the in-ear to firmly press it into your head, “Rosa? You copy?” 

The woman’s high voice came through, louder than before. Her voice seemed to be directed straight into your skull. “Everything alright in there, doc?” 

“Everything’s fine. Commander Dameron has symptoms we haven’t seen before and I think I’m contaminated. It’s not bad. I can work through it. But I’m going to take my comm out just in case.” You really didn’t need command hearing your unfiltered thoughts.

She grumbled, “Maker. You sure you’re alright?” You swore you could almost see the way her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yeah, Rosa. I’m good. Level 1 or less. Just make sure those doors stay locked until we come off it. Don’t open them for anyone. Even the General.” 

She turned on the link long enough that you heard her laugh before she said, “Sounds good. If we need you, we’ll come through the cockpit.” A brief pause, “Stay safe, doc.” 

“You too, Rosa.” 

Pulling the plastic out of your ear, you double checked that you had it turned it off before returning to Poe’s side. 

He relaxed the moment you were back in view, hips stilling on the bed. You tried not to stare at the obvious tent in his pants. 

His eyes seemed to focus better than before, saying quietly, “I heard you. Talking to Rosa. You shouldn’t have touched me.” 

He was right. It was probably your proximity to him that did it. But you had to do your job. That was your only priority, of course. Of course…

“Like I’ve ever been good at keeping my hands to myself with you around.” You froze as the words slipped past your lips, unable to stop them. 

He didn’t seem bothered by the sudden accidental honesty, but his eyes glazed over again, trailing over you. “I miss your hands…” he groaned, biting his lip and sending a wave of heat through you. 

“Careful, or I’m gonna put that gag back in.” Voice sounding forced even to your own ears, you sat down on the floor, your back resting against the bed. 

He mumbled something you couldn’t quite understand, until he repeated himself. “Take yours off. The… the mask. If you’ve got it…” 

He was right. If you’d already been exposed, there wasn’t any point in keeping it on. It was hot. There was no one in there but you. You weren’t hurting anyone. You could take the mask off. It would be fine. You—

“Sweetheart…” Poe groaned, rattling the cuffs. 

You ripped the mask off your face, tossing it near your medical kit. 

“G-good. Can you… can you please take my arms down, honey?” he tugged at the cuffs again. If you had turned to look at him, you would have seen the desperation you knew was painted across his features. “It hurts.”  

His whine sent a pang of guilt through you. “Why did you know what the drug was?” you asked, hoping it would distract him.

“It’s used in party drugs. The way it burns… it’s not like anything else I’ve ever—” He shifted, trying to get more comfortable, despite the way his pants were twisted around his legs from hours of struggling. The fabric stuck against him and pulled, and he moaned, guttural and sweet and chipping away at the wall of self-control you had haphazardly built against him. 

“Poe,” Meant to be chastising, the word landed somewhere in the realm of yearning and breathless. 

“Anything, sweetheart. Please.” Rolling his head back and forth on the bedroll under his head, he sounded close to tears as he whined, “I think my dick is going to fall off if you don’t touch it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, helping to break the cloud of arousal circling your head. “I don’t think that’s a medically sound diagnosis, Commander.” 

“Say that again…” he breathed. 

“Medically—”

“No.” 

Your sharp intake of breath was the only sound in the shuttle. 

“Commander?” 

He tilted his head back, groaning, “You say my title and I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.” 

“It’s just the drugs.” 

“You know it’s not just the drugs.” You could have sworn it was a growl with the way the low sound of his voice tore through you. “I need you to touch me, honey.” 

“Will you stop talking if I do?” 

“Come lay with me and give me one hand back. Then I’ll stop talking.” 

Negotiating meant he was lucid, if only partially. 

“I thought you said it makes it worse if I touch you.” You squeezed your eyes shut, like that could block out the image that his soft gasps conjured in your mind. 

“It’ll get worse before it gets better.” 

“Always got a fucking answer for everything…” You grumbled, but it worked. Carefully, you eased yourself up off the floor and onto his small cot and leaned over him. One ring of the cuffs released with the click of a few buttons. 

After freeing the gag from around his neck and tossing it to the floor, Poe’s free hand immediately reached for you, gripping your thigh. Even though the thick fabric of your pants, you could feel how warm he was. “Sweetheart…” 

“You said you’d stop talking.” 

“Lay down. Lay down and I’ll stop talking.” 

You had agreed to it. And when his fingers dug into your thigh and the wave of relief washed over you at his touch, you weren’t about to argue. 

So you laid down, back to him, letting his free hand roam up and down your side. Under your shirt. Down under the top of your pants that he didn’t bother to undo. There wasn’t any focus to his movements. Where he touched you, you relaxed, and as his touch moved on, your skin burned. 

You didn’t notice the high-pitched whine leaving your parted lips until Poe’s hand came to rest on your throat. 

“Does it hurt?” He traced from your jaw to your collarbone, over and over, putting just enough pressure on your neck that you were gasping. 

“N-no… Are you…? Does it hurt for you?” 

“This is better. You being close makes it better.” 

“It’s just warm.” That was the only way to describe it. It was like he had set you on fire. Everywhere he had touched ached. 

He groaned, breath hot against your ear as he rutted his hips against you. “Let me help, sweetheart…” No amount of squirming was going to make the heat go away and you couldn’t figure out how he could be so slow about all of this. “I can make you feel good. I can make it go away. Please…” His fingers trailed across the exposed skin of your stomach, soothing the burning feeling that wracked your body. 

You gripped his wrist, bringing his hand up under the hem of your shirt, needing his cooling touch. Arching your back, your ass grazed him and you groaned together.  

“Please sweetheart.” he begged, voice low and sending vibrations through your back where he pressed against you. “Let my other hand down. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He rattled the cuff still glued to the wall for good measure. 

He didn’t have to ask you twice. Rolling over, you shoved him onto his back and swung a leg over his hips. Grinding down as you reached over him, you released his hands, leaving the cuffs on the wall, up and out of the way. He was quick to flip you onto your back, hand cradling the back of your head as his lips met your neck. 

“Pretty girl…” Poe murmured as his hand tangled in your hair, wrenching your head back to expose your neck. “Such a pretty girl for me… so fucking sweet…” 

“Poe… Poe, please.” The whine left you before you could fully decide what you were begging for. Just more. More of him. His hands on your body. His lips on your skin. 

The heaviness of the air weighed you to the cot, your knees down to the thin mattress as he slotted himself between your legs – still fully clothed – and you fell apart in his arms. Gasping into his mouth, body convulsing, you could barely move with the way he was positioned above you. You couldn’t open your eyes. You could barely breathe with the way every small movement sent searing heat straight to your core. 

“Fuck.” His dark eyes focused on your heaving chest. “Do that again.” 

He fought with the ties on your pants, tearing the sides as he forced them down your legs, taking your underwear with them.

 It was all you could do to keep from screaming as he sunk two fingers into you. 

Each movement of his fingers battled the heat coursing through you and let you come back to yourself, if only for a moment. His other hand splayed out on your stomach to keep you still. He pushed your shirt up and you ripped it over your head. 

Your head spun as you realized he was still completely clothed. 

Leaning down, he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh. Where you expected pain, pleasure ran down your legs. Following his trail of bite marks with soft kisses, up closer to where you needed him, he blew softly on your folds and you cried out, bucking off the cot. 

You could hear the squeaking of the bed as you squirmed. Each laboured breath Poe took as he nestled himself between your trembling legs. The rasp in his voice as he murmured, “...wettest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen...” before he lowered his face to meet the apex of your thighs. 

His mouth on you didn’t offer the relief you were so desperately searching for. It somehow made it worse, every swipe of his tongue followed by a trail of fire. 

You pushed at his head but he barely responded. “Poe… Poe please… I need your cock…” 

He hummed lightly against you, his tongue working you slowly, like you weren’t threatening to burn up underneath him. 

Finally, you grabbed onto a handful of his curls and pulled. 

He only looked up in mild annoyance. Gripping your wrist tight, he forced your hand to the cot. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.” Though the words were soft, his tone was gruff. 

Poe slowed his soft circles on your clit and you whined again, pushing up into his mouth. “Stay still.” He mumbled against you. 

Each of his motions were so methodical, you could have sworn you were the only one dealing with symptoms. Until he glanced up at you with his almost-black eyes. 

You stopped breathing.

You weren’t afraid. You could never be afraid of Poe. But you’d never seen him so unhinged. Like he was going to jump, and you were coming with him. 

He snatched up both your wrists, leaning over you. Tipping your head back, you tried to kiss him but he moved further, up above your head. 

In one quick motion, he locked both your hands in the cuffs on the wall. 

“I need it. Please. I need--” He didn’t finish the sentence, hooking his hands under your knees and spreading you out for him. His tongue found your clit again and you couldn’t hear your own scream over the rush of blood in your head. 

He’d always been accommodating. He took constructive criticism well and was determined to get you off, no matter what he had to relearn, when the two of you had fucked before. 

Now, he took each of those little pieces and, like he’d been given the code to your body, he took you apart. 

Every stroke of his tongue would have seemed planned if not for the way he moaned into your skin, the way he grinded his hips into the cot beneath him. You gave up fighting against the cuffs, instead focusing on rolling your hips against his face. 

He held still, letting you move the way you wanted. Letting you use his tongue. Guiding your hips. It wasn’t until he set you down and you opened your eyes that you realized that he was dripping with you.

His chin glistened as he sat up and yanked his shirt over his head. His eyes didn't leave yours as he undid his pants, shucking them off and tossing them somewhere with his shirt. You didn't care. You didn’t care where his clothes were or where yours had disappeared to. 

“My-- the cuffs. Poe, I need to touch you…” 

Your hands were in his hair the moment he released you, pulling his mouth to yours. He tasted of you, and the heaviness in the air, and the familiarity of him that you’d grown so intoxicated by. 

Ordinarily, he’d tease you. Just like this, your legs spread for him. He’d drag the head of his cock over you until you stopped threatening him, until you melted and became putty in his hands and your begging became wordless. 

But he didn’t have the patience. You could see it in his face. He angled his hips, sliding into you slowly. 

With this, there was relief. But it came as quick as it went and you were again whining under him, your cunt clenched tight around him. 

He pushed deeper, his face tucked into your neck. “Relax, baby. Relax. You’re so-- so fucking…”

You didn’t know how he was going so slow. You didn’t know how he managed to stop, only halfway inside you. 

All you knew was that you needed him. 

You pulled his hips into yours. After two orgasms, there was no resistance. He bottomed out, gasping into your mouth. “Pretty girl…” 

“Fu… Fuck me. Poe please please fuck me--” You pulled at his shoulders, his hair, grinding up into him as much as you could with him fully on top of you. “It hurts. Please…” 

Whatever well of self control he’d been drawing from seemed to have dried up. Snapping his hips into yours, he kissed you. 

His tongue dominated your mouth, not giving you space to breathe. Or think. Or do anything other than take what he was giving you. Your nails dug into his upper arms, leaving little crescent moons behind. His soft gasps of encouragement had you writhing beneath him. 

“Perfect little… You take me so well, honey. Like you were fucking made for me…” 

His words alone threatened to take you over the edge. 

The burning came to a throbbing head in your core and you arched up into him, trying to pull him closer. Deeper. Anything to quell the fire inside you. 

“Poe… Commander… P-please let me cum…” You weren’t in control of your words anymore. You weren’t in control of anything. “I need you.” 

You wrapped your legs more tightly around him and his hips stuttered but he wasn’t stopping. Not for fucking anything.

“Let me feel you, pretty girl.” He growled against your neck. 

And you unraveled. 

The relief washed over you in waves as you lay beneath him. Between each peak, you could hear your own panting, feel the way your body fluttered around him. 

You floated in the bliss.

Vaguely, you felt yourself roll over. Something cold dug into your side, but you couldn’t figure out how to move. Or figure out how to want to. 

Your chest was still heaving as he traced along your ribs. A warm body came flush with your back. Fire trailed his dancing fingers. 

“Sweetheart…” A soft moan at your ear. Breath, warm on your neck, sending a ripple through you. He pressed his hips forward, his hard cock sliding against your ass. “I need more. Please?” 

You shifted your aching hips back towards him. “Please.” 

*

You weren’t sure how long passed before you returned to normal – sated and thoroughly exhausted, but normal. Your skin no longer burned at the gentlest of touches. You could stand to look at him, to draw over the planes of his chest as he laid beside you without feeling the unyielding need for his cock inside you. 

Your fingertips traced gently over the straining cords of muscle in his neck and he shuddered. 

“You bit me.” He finally whispered. 

You dissolved into a fit of giggles, curled up against his side. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you onto his chest. 

“I’m sorry.” You laughed against his neck, kissing over the hickies you’d left behind. 

“Don’t be. It was hot.” 

“Where’d I bite you?” You propped yourself up on an elbow, looking down at him. 

He tapped his upper arm, right underneath a series of bite marks. Ducking your head, you kissed over them, murmuring soft ‘I’m sorry’s between pecks. 

“It’s okay. Really.” He tapped under your chin and you met his gaze. “Was that okay? We’ve never used cuffs or anything before and I’m really sorry--” 

You kissed him to cut him off. “I’m okay. I trust you. You know that, right?” 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he rolled on top of you, an intensity in his eyes that would have scared you if you didn’t know him. 

“I’m glad it was you.” Forehead pressed to yours, you shuddered as his soft breaths fanned across your lips. “I was hoping it would be you.” 

Your breath caught. Gently, you brushed away the curls that fell in his face, tilting your face up and bringing your lips to his again. 

He mumbled between kisses, “Can I take you for dinner?” You were too stunned to say anything, letting him kiss your bottom lip gently. He lingered at the corners of your mouth, leaving light kisses behind. “Hm? Will you let me take you out, sweetheart?” 

“On a date?” 

“If you don’t want it to be a date, it can just be a thank-you dinner--” 

“It can be a date. Can it be a date?” 

Giggling against your mouth, he said, “It can. I’d like it to be.” 

“We should probably get out of this shuttle first.” 

“Maybe put some clothes on before that?” 

“Maybe.” Your nose brushed his. “Maybe I’d like to kiss you first.” 

“Maybe I’ll let you.” 

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A Wife for Thor Pt.16

No One

02/04/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,025

Warnings: angst, jealousy, crying, infertility, talk of pregnancy, trouble conceiving, smut, LOTS of fluff

A/N: I’m sorry this one took me a bit to get out. I know y’all tell me not to be sorry but I am still sorry lol I stopped taking my endo meds since I can no longer afford them with no healthcare, I got my period and my endo said FUCK YOU! I was in bed for the entirety of my period with no energy to do anything but lay there and do nothing. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I’ve been excited to get to this chapter and I hope it’s worth the wait. Thank you for any comments or reblogs! xoxo

Thor has never been so eager to get back to New Asgard. Even back in the beginning when Jane had been living with him in those first small houses that they’d built when his new Kingdom was nothing but a distant dream.

Even then, this sensation of yearning had not been so strong.

Every moment away from you has been unbearable. The detour he’d taken after just arriving only increased his desire because if seeing Jane has shown him anything it’s that he has indeed made the right choice.

He really hadn’t doubted it, but it’s nice to know that even with Jane standing inches away from him, his heart had not pounded. His breath had not caught. His fingers had not tingled as they once had in their wish to touch.

Her brown eyes, once beyond beautiful, are indeed still pretty. However, they aren’t yours. Yours that look at him with an innocent admiration. Love pours from them so freely. Eagerly.

You’re not afraid to show him how you feel and it takes his breath away how much you’ve given into loving him.

All he can do is try to return your love with the same fervor. So far he thinks he has been doing the job well.

As he struts forward towards your shared bedroom, he reaches into his cloak, down along his left hip to unhook a small leather satchel bulging with its contents.

Smiling down at what he hopes will be a welcome and pleasing gesture, he makes to open the doors to the room but finds them thrust out towards him.

Instinctively his hand twitches around the satchel, almost throwing his palm out to call his remade hammer, but he resists.

From his bedroom spill two beings. One Asgardian, one human. The doors swing shut behind them.

“Doctor Wilson? Alric?” Thor teeters back onto his right foot, completely surprised to see them. “What brings-?”

Both of them look grave and Thor’s heart hits the pit of his stomach. All of the strength in the universe leaves him in one terrifying instant.

“Is Y/N alright? Is she hurt? Injured? Has something happened?”

In his panic he begins to push through them and they move aside for him but before he can open the doors to get in to see you, Alric reaches out to place his hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“Just our monthly visit, nothing to fret about Your Majesty,” Alric assures him and yet, Thor’s squirming nerves are not put at ease. “Unfortunately things do not look well for an heir as of now.”

“They don’t exactly look bad either, Alric,” Doctor Wilson interjects. “We’re in uncharted territory, Your Majesty. We have to play this as it comes at us. I’m sure with Alric’s help we’ll find a way to make it work.”

Their words at the moment aren’t making any sense to Thor. All he wants is to see you.

“Right…” he says on reflex, but his voice is weak.

His mind on you and only you.

“She is a little melancholy after our news so, perhaps it’s best we let you go see her. Until next month, Your Majesty,” Doctor Wilson gives him a curtsy. “If you need us before then, you have our numbers.”

Alric gives Thor a bow and the two of them march off, Alric lugging a strange metal case along with him.

With nothing to hold him back now, Thor pulls the doors open and hurries inside.

He scans the room from the left to the right, expecting you in the bathroom but you aren’t there. Several of the doors to the balcony are open letting in a much warmer breeze than this morning but still very cool.

Thor finally spots you sitting at your vanity, your hand pressed to the inside of your elbow as you hold a small cotton ball against the point at which one of your doctors probably drew some blood.

Even that tiny sting of a needle piercing your beautiful skin makes his heart ache. Any pain you feel is his own and he can’t believe he forgot what today was.

“Cherub?”

You don’t look at him and instead keep your hand pressed tightly, fingers moving in slow and small circles.

He can’t see your face from here. You’re turned away, sitting with your gaze trained on the balcony doors closest to your vanity.

Thor can’t take you not looking at him. He sets his satchel on the chaise at the end of the bed and when he reaches your left side, he squats down so that he can look up at you, his right hand taking gentle hold under your left bicep. His left hand he places over your right one, pressed against the inside of your left elbow.

“I’m sorry about today. I forgot they were coming for your tests,” Thor confesses, feeling so guilty he could leap from the balcony and welcome the pain of any bones he might break.

The silence is heavy and he thinks he might really be in for it and opens his mouth to plead for your forgiveness when you give him relief, “So did I.”

He breathes in deeply and with a wave of relief releases his worries in a gust of air.

“Alric said that things did not look good. You’re not with child?”

Even though he knows, he still needs to hear you say it. He wants to know what you’re thinking to make whatever is making your face look so sad go away.

He takes his right hand and runs it along your lower back instead, rubbing in what he hopes is a soothing way.

Finally, you turn your head towards your vanity and he can see more of your heartbreaking expression. He hasn’t seen that loss of hope in your beautiful face since the night you begged him not to make a fool of you just before dinner on a night that feels a lifetime away.

“No, it-it wasn’t a no. The test was inconclusive.”

“Inconclusive? So, what does that mean? Does that mean they don’t know?” Thor asks, confusion twisting his handsome face.

“No, it just means that the test didn’t come back in any way that they could read it. We’re not exactly the same species even if we are compatible physically, we don’t know if we can even get pregnant. They took more of my blood and are going to do the test with more reliable equipment.

“They’ll call when they know something,” you sigh heavily, leaning back against your seat and trapping his hand between it and your body.

Thor tries to think of what he can say to make you feel better. What can he do?

And then what he has to say doesn’t matter as you turn to meet his gaze with your own full of betrayal and suspicion.

When your mouth parts, your words freeze him and his brain short circuits.

“I saw you with Jane earlier on the tower, Thor. I’m sorry but I-I thought you were going to come find me as soon as you got back, not your ex.”

You take a deep breath and Thor watches as your nerves spill forward, your lips trembling as you slowly exhale and all of your fears shine out through the depths of your eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Why are you crying, cherub?” Thor gushes, pulling his hand from your back to turn your seat to face him.

He cups both sides of your face, his large thumbs wiping away at the tears that spring forward.

It had seriously messed with you to see him and Jane so happy and close earlier. And then the tests and Doctor Alric and Doctor Wilson had no idea what was wrong with them so that was stressing you out.

All of your jealousy and frustration pours out of you suddenly. So fast and so unrelenting that with just this small bit of affection from Thor makes you shut your eyes tight as you sob two-three times.

“Y/N...no, my love, please. Don’t cry,” Thor begs, his own throat tight as he pulls you towards him.

You let him hold you because as insecure as you feel, as upset as this morning has made you, his love still feels real. The softness in his voice doesn’t sound fake and as much as he is the source of one of the aches in your chest, he’s your comfort now too.

How fucked up is that?!

He caresses the back of your head as you bury it against his shoulder, slumped down a little because of how low he is in his squat.

His other arm is wrapped all the way around you, firm. Possessive and eager to make you feel better. Can you trust this display?

Until this morning you had no reason to doubt it.

“We will have our baby soon, I know it. I can feel it. I’m not only the God of Thunder, you know? Trust me, cherub. I know these things. We’ll have our little one before you know it.”

He sounds so confident, so sure. He’s lost that tightness in his throat a little and he pushes you back so that he can look into your eyes, quickly wiping away at the saltwater stains on your cheeks.

“As for your former worry, I went to the tower because the lights were on. I wasn’t sure who was there so I simply went to check. I wasn’t expecting Jane out of all the people it could have possibly been.

“I’d hoped it was you, finally making use of the tower for your own office to write or perhaps your own personal library?” Thor’s instincts on what you might want a private space to be.

You suddenly feel foolish for doubting him for even a second. It makes you cry again, and you bury your face in your hands.

“No, my love, please don’t cry anymore,” he continues to beg. “Look, I’ve brought you a gift.”

He gets up suddenly and moves towards the package he’d been carrying when he came in. It wasn’t large. About the size of a shoebox.

“I thought of you when I was passing over Paris on my way home. You can eat them all at once or slowly, whichever you prefer,” He flips open the leather satchel and from inside pulls a thick and shiny rust colored box with a satin brown ribbon that delicately holds it closed.

It looks expensive and he doesn’t wait for you to take it since you’re too busy wiping at your cheeks and sniffling to grab it. He pushes the ribbon off of the box then removes the lid and places it underneath while tossing the ribbon onto your vanity.

“I’m not sure what each of them is, but you don’t have to eat the ones you don’t like. I’ll eat them for you,” he pushes fancy gold tissue paper aside to expose the contents within.

Inside the box is a tray of twenty-four chocolate pieces. Some of them have designs painted on them with what is more likely more chocolate in bright colors and patterns. Other pieces look to be decorated in plain chocolate with small embossed hearts, triangles, or teeny tiny bows.

The box is too thick for this to be all there is, so you’re pretty sure there are two trays of chocolates.

“Do you like them?” Thor checks, his voice light and rising at the end gently almost as if he’s talking to a small child which maybe should offend you?

But it doesn’t because you know that’s not what he means by the tone he’s using. He’s being as gentle with you as he can in your moment of sad anxiety and you love him so much for it.

“They’re so pretty…” you hiccup, wishing you weren’t so emotional and crying all over his lovely gift.

“That’s not all,” he tells you, putting the chocolates on your vanity to free up his hands to reach into his satchel again.

You quickly cover the chocolates, pushing the ribbon around the sleek container before they can be ruined.

Thor tosses the satchel onto the chaise with a flick of his wrist but draws your attention to him when he places another box on your lap. This one is much smaller, but wide and square.

“Happy two months of marriage, cherub,” Thor says softly, then carefully lifts the lid of his second gift.

Nestled within lush purple velvet is a beautiful platinum chain, thin, short so that the gorgeous lotus flower with your birthstone gem settled at its very center will sit just below your collarbone.

“It’s so beautiful, Thor.”

All of a sudden you’re crying again.

Thor smiles and rises again, taking the necklace from inside the box which he tosses onto the chaise too before moving around behind you to slip the necklace around your neck.

You reach up to place your fingers on the pretty flower, sniffling and trying not to make your crying too vocal but a sob or two slips out.

Thor moves back around you and takes a long look at your mess of a face before he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet, “Come here, love.”

He waits for you to stand then takes your spot on your seat but then leads you down onto his lap.

Reaching up with his hand, he gives the back of your neck a squeeze while his other hand finds a resting spot on your thigh.

“Is it Jane still upsetting you?” he guesses.

You nod, unwilling to say it aloud.

“Why? What exactly is it that’s troubling you?”

He genuinely doesn’t seem to understand. While he might understand your nerves about her, the reason you’re still crying is lost on him.

You don’t want to say, but Thor bounces you a little in his lap, taking his hand to caress the side of your face and hold your gaze.

“Nothing you can say will make me love you any less.” A promise.

“When I saw you two this morning, you just looked so h-happy,” your lip quivers. “You looked happy. Pleased. You were smiling that one smile that’s only supposed to be mine.”

For some reason Thor’s chest puffs up a little, a proud fix to his chin as he reaches up to grab yours and give your head a little shake.

“It is all yours, cherub. I am completely yours. I was so happy when I was with Jane this morning because I felt nothing of what I’d once felt for her. I had no stuttering in my heart, no butterflies in my belly. I wasn’t taken by her eyes or tempted by her lips.”

“Alright, I get the picture,” you grumble, hating everything he’s describing even though you know he’s telling you that he wasn’t feeling any of it.

He chuckles, bringing his hand down to rest on your hip.

“I was happy because Jane is no longer the source of all of that for me. You are. All meeting her so unexpectedly proved is that I am more in love with you than I ever thought I could be. You were my arranged match. The most I had ever expected was friendship. And when that turned into more, I wondered if it could really be more than what I ever felt for Jane and it is.

“Jane was always a dear love but you are family. It’s only been a short time since we married but you are more my love than Jane ever was. You’re my cherub!”

He doesn’t wait for you to recover from his little speech. He hooks his hand behind your neck and pulls you down for a kiss.

It quickly changes and shifts and the lonely night you’d spent tense and worried, missing him, explodes you onto him. You’re both a frenzy of movement, Thor ripping away at his armor until he’s in the plain dark undershirt and a very small pair of black briefs.

You’re about to push him onto your bed when he suddenly grabs you and tosses you around his massive body and onto the bed to bounce as you land with a gasp.

He shoves his briefs down, still kicking them away as he steps towards you and gathers the long skirts of your dress higher and higher around your hips.

“Thor…” you whisper, a gasp of anticipation which drives him a little wild as he yanks you closer to the edge of the bed and thrusts into you with a shaky groan.

He goes still for a moment, hooking his hands around your thighs more securely. He bottoms out, sheathing his cock within you until you reach down to scratch at the bottom of his shirt then his hands as you fall back against the bed.

“Please,” you plead and he quickly obliges.

He pumps into you, filling you to the brim with no intention of ever stopping.

~~~~~~~~~~

You and Thor eventually come out of your room. You dressed in your carefully chosen dress and Thor a little less regal in a pair of crisp dark jeans, and layered up in a green sweater over a blue button up collar shirt over a plain white t-shirt.

Honestly though, even in his slightly more casual ensemble, Thor screams royalty. He’s so beautiful.

Both of you giggling like giddy kids, he pulls you closer and loops your arm through his.

It makes you happy that he likes you close by. He proves it now as he leans down to whisper so that only you can hear him as the palace staff moves about cleaning and fixing up the rooms that have been used throughout the day.

“I’m a little glad you’ve decided not to use the tower for a workspace.” Thor confesses.

“How come?” you wonder, turning your face to look at him, genuinely curious as to the change of mind. He’d been so insistent before about you having your own personal space to work in peace where no one could bother you and you didn’t have to give up writing your stories even if you were now Queen of New Asgard.

“I don’t know if I could stand having you that far away from me. Our night apart has only driven that home for me. I want you always at my side.”

His sentiment is sweet and you stop to turn and face him, reaching up to place your hands on his bearded cheeks to smoosh them because he’s so damn adorable. He’s massive so you have to push yourself up, lifting your heels a little to do so comfortably.

“Do you have any idea how incredibly lovable that makes you?” you ask.

He smiles despite you morphing his face, beaming down at you with a look that must mean he loves you. Everything he says has to be true. The more you think about it, the more you realize that your jealousy, while founded, doesn’t make any sense now that you’re married.

Not after everything the two of you have shared and been through. Not after all the time you’ve spent building this foundation with him. 

“Quite a lot more than I was before?” he guesses. “Only, maybe not when I go to the bathroom?”

Through your smile you tilt your head to the side a little, confused by his amendment to his desires.

“Why?” What difference does it make?

He drops his voice to a whisper and leans down a little closer to you, “Sometimes I have smelly poops.”

You’re not expecting that and throw your head back as a loud unfiltered laugh rips through you. The movement pulls you down flat onto your feet but Thor catches you with one arm around your waist to pull you back up onto your toes and against his hard body.

He’s laughing too as he dips down and kisses your laughing mouth, silencing you a little so that it’s only air slipping through your lips as you kiss him back.

It’s just a long held peck. He’s relishing in the feel of your lips against his as your body shakes with more laughter.

Still laughing with you, Thor pulls back and gripes, “Stop laughing and kiss me!”

You drop your head against his chest as you keep laughing, unable to help it because the cuteness of him being self-conscious about his smelly poops is too much for you to handle.

Especially considering that you’ve both already been in the bathroom together when the other is using the toilet.

He loosens his arm around your waist so that you fall down a little further but keeps his hand resting on the small of your back while the other hand he places on the back of your head, caressing it as you chuckle weakly from laughing so much.

The sound of a clearing throat brings both your heads turning to the end of the hallway.

Your visiting trio stand there, Tony smirking, Bruce smiling shyly, Jane averts her eyes.

“Uh, get a room?” Tony suggests, but you can tell from his tone that he’s only teasing.

“Where do you think we’ve been all morning?” Thor grins, readjusting with you to hook your arm on his elbow before leading you towards your guests.

“So that’s what those screams were,” Tony counters.

Thor wiggles his eyebrows at them but your neck burns and your mouth pops open in surprise and embarrassment.

You start to fret, hands fluttering up towards your new necklace as you look from Tony to Jane, who’s looking at her shoes, to Bruce who is smiling with his own laughter in his eyes.

“Was I-? I didn’t mean to-! Thor, I didn’t know that I was being-” your panic is real and your heart is thrumming a million miles an hour.

“He’s teasing you, cherub, don’t worry,” Thor assures you, dropping your arm from his elbow to wrap his own arm around your waist to pull you into his side again.

You turn to Tony and he’s laughing a little. Not maliciously, just purely entertained by your reaction.

“I-a joke?” you ask him, still uncertain.

“Sorry,” Tony says, nodding. “Just a joke.”

You swallow hard, trying to settle your heartbeat.

Thor kisses your head and like a switch is flipped, all of them shift into work mode.

“Have you started installing the security system?” Thor asks Tony and all together the five of you move down into the lowest level of the palace which actually happens to be a dungeon?

You’re not really listening to their conversation as you move with them, still flustered about you possibly letting all of your sex noises reverberate through the halls of the palace for everyone to hear, but when you reach a large vault-like door, you start to focus again.

As the heavy door slides open like part of some futuristic spaceship, you’re thrown into a large room about the size of the throne room where you’d had your wedding reception only it looks nothing like the rest of the palace.

This place looks more like the Avengers compound. High-tech stations line the walls, large monitors with readings you don’t understand and camera footage from places you recognize from around New Asgard and the palace itself.

There’s a full crew working all of the stations, Asgardians and humans, all of them wearing the same charcoal gray uniforms, splashes of gold and red like Thor’s cape on their shoulders and chests.

As you and Thor enter, they stop what they’re doing to stand at attention, bowing to both of you as Thor leads you to the center of the room where a large stone table is set with schematics of plans that you don’t understand.

Tony moves over to them and starts to sift through the many scrolls all laid out for viewing while Thor nods to the crew.

“At ease, my friends.”

He’s so nice. The crew fall back into their respective jobs.

One of them moves towards a large screen against the wall, a TV you realize, playing different news footage from all over the world.

He flips to another channel and you pull away from Thor to walk and stand beside the crewman who stands taller once you’re beside him.

He turns to you and gives you a quick bow, “Your Majesty.”

Turning to him, you smile and then look back at the screen, “To monitor any weird things happening around Earth?”

“Yes, m’am,” he asserts then flips the channel again.

This time it’s a documentary style report, you see a familiar scene. New York in shambles as Iron Man, Hawkeye, Black Widow, the Hulk, Captain America, and your Thor fight off the invading Chitauri.

Slowly another body settles beside you, its warmth drawing your attention to it.

“I still remember that day, sort of,” Bruce says gently, his voice always so easy and calm.

It’s hard to believe he can turn into the giant Hulk in seconds.

“Was it scary?”

“Sort of. I think for me, I was just worried that Hulk would hurt someone other than the aliens. But by then I think he understood what side we were on.” Bruce nods.

“But, aren’t you the Hulk?” His words confuse you a little.

“Well, yeah, but also no. He’s like another half of me? If that makes sense? I haven’t worked out how to combine both sides yet. I’m there, I’m just...it’s like someone takes who you are and reduces you to your most basic instincts.

“We’re almost like two different people but we’re also the same person. I’m working on understanding our connection better. Underneath the Hulk, I’m still me. I’m still there I think. I’m just trapped for some reason.”

The two of you watch the screen in silence for a moment then Thor shows up, blasting the Chitauri with his lightning. He looks a little different because he has both eyes and his hair!

“Thor had long hair,” you realize, gushing a little.

“Did I look better with long hair?” his deep voice slips into your right ear and you jump not having been expecting it.

“Not better,” you promise him, smiling at him before turning your eyes back on the TV. “Just different. It suits you.”

“Should I grow it back?”

With excitement, you turn to face him and he chuckles at whatever look you have in your eyes, “Would you? Wouldn’t it bother you?”

“If it will make you look at me the way you’ve been staring at me on that television, I will go out and buy a wig.”

You laugh and Thor leans down to give you a quick peck.

“It’s that time of year I guess,” Tony says, sliding over to stand on Bruce’s other side where Jane is already standing having moved over at some point.

She still hasn’t said anything.

“What time of year?” You wonder.

“Oh, in Spring they always start to play footage on some of the news channels about Loki’s party days in New York. Some type of anniversary celebration or something? Only it’s more like a wake.”

“It’s a memorium,” you realize, then look at Thor who seems to sense your upset.

He wraps his arm around you and settles in beside you, kissing the top of your head again.

“Where is Loki?” you ask him, frowning with worry and wondering if it must upset him to have one of his biggest mistakes thrown in his face for weeks.

“He’s tending to business with the guard. He’ll come find us when he’s finished,” Thor promises.

After a tense moment, Tony claps his hands and then pats Bruce’s shoulder, “Shall we? Pepper wants me home by Friday so that we can explore the wonderful art of tantric massage.”

As Bruce turns to follow Tony back to the center table where a new console computer has come from a panel at the center you hadn’t noticed, he gives him a skeptical look.

“Pepper? Are you sure it isn’t you pushing the tantric massage?” Bruce sounds like he already knows the answer.

Tony shrugs, “I’m not the bossy anymore.”

You look back at the TV, your worry only spiking at the thought of Loki coming down here and finding all of you watching.

“Change it to something else,” you tell the crewman. “Make sure no one puts it on that channel again.”

“Yes, m’am,” he bows his head in obedience and quickly changes the channel while moving to a small box hooked up to it where a small screen comes out and he quickly goes about pressing buttons hopefully blocking any and all sources of that footage so that Loki doesn’t accidentally have his face shoved into his past.

“Don’t worry, my cherub. Loki is well aware of what the Earth grieves at this time of year. He won’t be blindsided by it.”

“I still don’t like it,” you insist, unable to shake the frown from your face.

“Thor?” Jane’s voice interrupts you both softly.

He looks at her and you give her a glance before turning to look at the news reports on the TV.

“I’m gonna need one of these mainframes for the telescope. Which one can I take?”

“Right,” Thor nods, “Of course. Let’s find you a place to work.”

Before he leaves you he leans in and kisses the side of your head again, squeezing your hip before he moves with Jane away towards the many workstations in the very large room.

After getting everything sorted out this morning, your heart doesn’t even sway towards jealousy and even though you’re worried about Loki, you breathe a sigh of relief that your realization about Thor’s loyalty has really engrained itself into you.

He loves you and nothing will change that. Even as they laugh somewhere behind you, your confidence doesn’t waver.

You reach up and touch the lotus on your necklace, a shining reminder of Thor missing you on his very first night away from you since your wedding.

You’re sure now that no one will ever come between you and Thor.

No one.