#like it did in Her Private Life as well as Inside Beauty and a bit too in What's Wrong with Secretary Kim

[detectiveships]

they could have left us with a honeymoon phase until next week no???

ugh I honestly am tired of this 'third party old flame comes back and meddles with ML and FL's relationship by creating misunderstanding as soon as things start moving between them' trope LET ME ENJOY THEM JUST BEING HAPPY OKAY

I like a drama but this is tiring 🙄 it's one of the few things that put me off in Her Private Life as well even though it was one of the best comfort dramas personally.

[heeseungwifey]

It's like a Polaroid... nude?

pairing: IdolJay! x y/n

warning: contains smut!

Jay loved fan mail. Receiving letters about how much someone loves him always strokes his ego, feeling rewarded for his hard job. He’s a total workaholic, both professionally and in his private life. He goes to the gym, eats healthy, rests well. He loves how his fans notice his muscular physique in the comments. 

Letters are usually from young girls, he appreciates the love and support but would never correspond to the romantic aspect of the messages. Often some older girls, his age and a bit younger make advances and he, as a man, feels the urge to meet up with them, signing an NDA just in case. They are groupies that just enjoy the experience but they never leave a big impact on him. 

The whole group goes to the hotel after a concert, exhausted from the busy schedule. Jay sees a group of fans waiting outside, his eyes meeting the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. The girl is standing there with a face mask on and a letter in her hand, she doesn’t seem as excited as the others and Jay gets curious.

The boys get closer to the crowd, signing CDs and receiving fan letters, all normal. Jay, on the other hand, is cautiously looking at this mysterious girl and directly grabs her letter, mouthing a thank you. 

The boys get in the van and some of them open the letters to read out loud, not aware that Jay has only picked up one, hidden inside his jacket waiting to read it at the hotel. He doesn’t know why but his intuition tells him the content of that letter is only for his eyes to see.

It’s midnight and Jay is ready to go to sleep, his pyjamas and skincare are done. He picks up the letter and touches it, feeling like there’s more than a letter, like little pieces of what seems like photographic paper. When he opens the envelope, a bunch of polaroids fall from inside, his curiosity spiking. When he flips them around he sees the girl who gave him the letter, wearing just her bra and red lipstick. it’s a selfie, her beautiful eyes and riqué outfit taking all the attention. The next Polaroid is a shot further away from her face, showing that she’s just wearing her bra and panties, getting Jay’s ears red for such an intimate gift. That’s what he thought until he saw the next one, her tits on full display and just her red lips, such a lewd picture Jay had to stop and read the letter. 

“Dear Jay,

This is me showing my love for you. I noticed you are trying so hard to look hot these days, did you think I wouldn’t notice your muscular tanned arms in those outfits of yours? Your strong legs while dancing and your huge bulge when you sit down? You grow the monster inside of me that wants to fuck you so dumb that you don’t even know the days of the week. To leave you so dry you don’t get with another bitch ever again in your life. To leave you like a puppy waiting for me. I wanted to return the favour for all this hard work and give you a little gift.

Here are some polaroids for your eyes only, for those lonely nights when you need help. I am your whore, just text me and I’ll go anywhere. You got me on my knees.

love and kisses, 

xxx xxx xxx”

Jay couldn’t believe what he just read. Her name wasn’t even on the letter, just her phone number. And a kiss with the red lipstick. Jay picked the other polaroids, realising right there that those left were way worse. A mirror picture fully naked, a close-up of her open legs, her red dripping pussy at the centre of the shot. A picture of her inserting a toy and looking at the camera with her tongue out was his favourite. 

He had to call her. Needed to. His eyes were darting from polaroid to polaroid, his bulge growing bigger and bigger and his thoughts clouding, just flashes of red lips. Jay picks up his phone and calls the number, waiting impatiently for her to pick up, biting his nails and touching his groin mindlessly. 

“Hello?” a sweet voice picks up the phone, which makes Jay wonder if he dialled the wrong number. How could a girl who makes such gifts have a voice this soft?

“Hello! Yeah, I received a letter today and it had someone's phone number, this phone number to be more precise. Is there any chance that the girl who gave me this letter is you?” 

“Jay? Is it you?”

“yeah, it’s me” Jay jumps on his seat, so it is her, the girl with the pretty eyes.

“Oh Jay, did you like my letter? I made it with so much love, I can’t believe you read it” She sounds naughty over the other side of the line, with a sultry voice mixed with innocence. 

“yeah, I did like it… a lot. I was wondering if you were up to meeting today, at my hotel” Jay is unsure this is gonna turn alright, asking with no confidence. 

“Oh really? Do you want me to go?” she sounds happy on the other side of the line, excited to meet her celebrity crush. 

“Yes, I do. I’m at the Palace Hotel, when you get to the front desk ask for room 549. A bodyguard will bring you up here” Jay can’t even believe what he’s doing, being used to meeting with girls he saw at the club and interacted a bit with, no a stranger.

“Okay Jay, I’ll be there in 20 minutes!” she sounded happy and decided like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Jay was tense instantly. Fuck, 20 minutes was too much waiting. He started picking from the floor the clothes and shoes that were scattered all around the room, to give a good impression. Making the bed, tugging the bedsheets and placing the pillows in their place. God, he even took a shower and cut his toenails. He was so desperate to give a good impression to this girl who, being honest, he didn’t have to win. She was already coming to his hotel room to fuck him anyways. 

When Jay was getting unsure she was gonna show up, three light knocks sounded from outside his hotel room. As fast as he could he got up from the bed and walked towards the door, trying to keep his cool. 

When he opened the door he was met with the same eyes he had seen that afternoon, foxy and deep brown. He was speechless, as if he hadn’t been imagining this situation for 20 minutes. 

“Hello Jay! Sorry for being late, couldn’t find a taxi” He opened the door for her, her figure walked inside the room. jay noticed what she was wearing, a long coat and knee-high boots. It was quite an outfit, given that it wasn’t that cold of weather to be in such a wintery outfit. 

“Can I ask for your name…? You didn’t tell me in the letter” Jay closed the door and walked to where she was, sitting in his bed and her purse on the table under the TV. 

“Oh really! how silly… my name is y/n. Sorry, I guess I wasn’t focused when I was writing the letter…” She’s sitting with her legs crossed, subtle movements that Jay catches as she’s rubbing them. She remembers what she wrote in the letter.

How could she forget when in front of her was Jay in a tank top and grey sweatpants, his sexy and toned biceps on sight and his protruding bulge obviously waiting for her. She knew what she had done with that letter and those polaroids, ready to satisfy him as soon as she walked into the room. 

“Oh, nice to meet you, y/n.” Jay gets close to kiss her on the cheek, as a greeting, but she turns her head and kisses him on the mouth instead. Yeah, fuck it, they both know for what they came for. Let’s stop acting dumb. 

Her hands push his head to deepen the kiss,  grabbing a fistful of his hair. Jay is standing right in between her legs as she’s sitting down and he’s standing. When the kiss gets more heated she takes off her boots and stands up on the bed, tongue-tied with him as she takes off her coat, wearing nothing underneath but a lingerie set. Jay can’t believe his eyes as he looks up at that sight. His hands go straight to her ass, groping and massaging it. God, the kiss has gotten him so worked up he needs to take his pants off immediately. 

“Oh baby, does it hurt down there? Do you want me to help you with that?” she says as she grabs his shoulders and gets off the bed, already on her knees by the time Jay gets to moan a yes. 

“Sit down honey, I’m going to put my money where my mouth is” Y/n pulls his pants down and pushes him to sit on the bed, his dick springing out and looking achingly red and precum coming out of it. 

“I knew it, it’s big! Fuck Jay, you don’t have an idea of how many times I have thought about doing this  to you…” She kisses it right on the head  “How many times I’ve fantasised about how it looks…” Another kiss “How it tastes…” she takes it and puts it in her mouth, slightly sucking on it. “Do you like it?’”

Jay can’t even speak, he’s sweating and if he tries to open his mouth he might let a whimper escape. She knows she’s doing a good job by Jay’s reaction so she keeps on going. Saliva all over his dick and her head bobbing as she makes eye contact with him, her hands slightly scratching his thighs. 

“stop… no, no… STOP” Jay grabs her head and stops her, trying really hard not to come because of the popping sound of her mouth leaving his dick. He knows himself and much rather fuck her with the energy he has now than waste it on some blowjob. He needs to fuck her and feel her tight walls around his cock, filling her with his cum. As much as he loves her mouth he knows she’s way better fuck. 

“I don’t wanna come yet baby girl… let me be inside you for that” Jay gets y/n from the ground and sits her on the bed, lifting her by her ass and placing her in the middle of the bed. The lingerie set is starting to bother him, taking off the garters and the bra, leaving her only in her panties and thigh-high tights. Jay starts sucking and licking her perky nipples, moans escaping from her mouth as she just pushes his head up to her chest, going insane every second that passes and Jay doesn’t fuck her.

“Jay, please… do something, it hurts” y/n is almost crying at this point, rubbing her thighs is not enough to relieve the heat she feels between her legs. Jay smirks, pulling slowly her panties off and breathing heavily right next to her heat.

“Does it hurt here? do you need me to help you ease the pain?” Jay looks at y/n face from between her legs, y/n just wishing she could take a picture and keep this moment forever. Jay puts in one finger, realising how wet and ready she is for him. After getting three fingers in and many complaints from y/n to just fuck her already, Jay goes to his backpack and pulls out a condom. 

“Okay baby, I’m going in. You okay with it?” Even after almost supplicating him to fuck her he still makes sure she really wants to, which y/n feels a fire in her belly, he's 10x times hotter now than she already thought. 

“Yes Jay, I want you to fuck me like none has ever done it to me before” And with a kiss they both seal this promise, Jay going full in and bottoming out. He waits a few seconds so y/n can get used to the size, getting a few strands of hair out of her face, feeling too intimate while doing missionary position.

Jay starts moving slowly, y/n already asking for more and more, Jay feeling how her walls keep on getting tighter and tighter. He’s worried to get into it, cumming way too soon. His view is criminal, her hair all over the bed, her rosy cheeks and open mouth, her tits bouncing with each thrust… Jay needs to make her come before him so he starts doing circles on her clit, getting whimpers in response. Y/n is almost done, too tired to keep on going for this round. 

“Jay… Jay, I’m coming… stop it’s too much, I’m coming hard, ARHHHG!!!” y/n is laying on the bed, with blurry vision and an aching body. Jay finishes right after her, taking the condom off and painting her belly with his seed, satisfied with his job. 

y/n lays there for half an hour, Jay has let her chill on his hotel bed. She’s asleep as he cleans her up from the mess he made and waits for her to wake up to get her a bath ready. By the time she’s up again, Jay is cuddling with her and kissing her forehead, like she was his girlfriend and not some groupie. 

“Did you have fun? I think you kept your promise” Jay smiles as he remembers what the letter said. 

“What did I promise?” y/n is quite disoriented from the kick nap she just took

“You said something like… you were going to fuck me so dumb that … I wouldn’t even know the days of the week or something along those lines hahaha” y/n hides under the blankets as Jay pets her head. 

“To be honest… I wrote that when I was drunk… and horny… like I had just seen a fancam of you and you looked soo good… I got sad I didn’t stand a chance with you. But I guess I did” y/n looks up at him and he’s smiling at her, so cute she just had to kiss him. 

“So you were horny and you wrote that letter?”

“And took those polaroids, thinking of what your reaction could be to them. I guess I know now” 

“And did you think of me while you were touching yourself with that toy?” Jay wonders, already knowing the answer. 

“I don’t think I have ever touched myself without thinking of you Jay, I thought about you 24/7”

“That sounds good… now you just don’t have to think of me, now you can call me” Jay smirks and y/n understands perfectly, this will happen over and over again…

[nmjoo-n]

SUGAR MOON 🥐 kim taehyung.

pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50’s, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k

synopsis. “tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?” or kim taehyung won’t let anyone else have you. you’ve been promised to him, after all.

A small life, a small happiness.

These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.

Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kim’s and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20’s, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.

Taehyung wasn’t planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.

Then, he couldn’t wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted him—you had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.

It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyung’s fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticing—anyone except you.

Taehyung’s eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.

You hadn’t touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. You’d learn that. What else, then… your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.

What a fucking joke. He hated pretending the most. He was an artist; a free mind, someone that couldn’t be caged, someone that did not do well in circumstances as preposterous as these, so staged, so rehearsed, so—fake. If he had it his way, and his father knows this the best, he’d take you away from this table, away from all this boring talk between parents, a bidding war he’s afraid, for what price you’d be sold to him for. Well, that can’t have you feeling comfortable, and no one would want his fiancée to be dreading her own wedding day, would they?

He’s doing it for your future, he reasons.

“Excuse us, esteemed relatives,” he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. “We have greater matters to attend, don’t we sweetheart?”

You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.

It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided he’d kiss you that day. Not then, you’d probably run off on him if he’d done it then.

“Have you no decency to tell me of my state?” You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.

“And miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Later. At his house, maybe, after he’s certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet he’s known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one he’d pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.

But you were a tough woman, weren’t you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that you’d already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.

Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. He’d witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitate—naturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.

He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.

All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For he’s never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to him—everyone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.

You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electrician—so it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parents’ faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didn’t work, if there was love involved—well, he couldn’t have that, could he?

You were promised to him first. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking saying—he had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.

So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. You’re bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.

Taehyung waits. It’s well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d let go for him.

“My goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?” A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, but—excited.

He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. “I can’t stop thinking about you, darling.”

He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desires—oh, he’d marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.

“But you can’t be here! My parents—wait, are you drunk?”

Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.

“Guilty as charged, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the night. “I’m coming up.”

“Good lord, you’re not.”

“I am.”

A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. “You are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.”

For you, perhaps. He’s climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time he’s climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. He’d get it out of you, he’s good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.

You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that can’t be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And he’s moving towards you.

“How is my favorite girl doing?”

Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.

“This is inappropriate,” you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.

His lips curve slightly. “Yet, you let me in.”

Your eyes snap back at his. “I had no choice!”

He ignores this, instead familiarizes himself with your bedroom, the pastel colors, the minimal furniture, the piles of books. Your hairbrush, your mirror. Things you’ve used, things that smell like you. You were killing him, playing with the heartstrings of his goddamn heart. How can a girl so perfect as you, his promised fiancée, have someone else? Be touched by another man, loved by another man?

Jealousy has never felt uglier inside him.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?”

Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. You’re shocked by his words, and he doesn’t fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?

“Who told you this?” You question, and he grabs the end of your robe’s belt, feeling the lace of it.

“Confidential,” he replies simply. “You should know now, darling, I don’t share well. The woman that I’ll love will be my woman only.”

“Is that right?” You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.

He hums, enjoying your little power play. “That is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?” He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. “I promise it will stay with me.”

You don’t look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. You’re transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trust… it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small bird—what if he taught you how to fly?

“You don’t want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,” he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.

In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the story…

“I met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,” you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. “I… He was kind to me. I’ve been seeing him secretly ever since.”

“Has he touched you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question, darling, isn’t it? Has.he.touched.you?”

You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. “We’ve only kissed, not that it’s any of your business.”

Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousers’ pocket. “May I?” But he doesn’t wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.

“Kindness,” he says. “Is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes you feel guilty if you don’t give it back, if you don’t return it.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, it’s in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.

“He loves me,” you retort, and you’re trying to sound convincing.

The question is to whom?

“Sweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.” You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.

“Maybe he does, chances are he doesn’t. It matters little to me,” he pins you down with a strict look. “You’re to stop seeing him. I’m not a charitable person—you belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?”

The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didn’t mean to hurt you, to make you cry. He’s drunk, and he’s jealous, and he’s falling in love.

He’s the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.

“You are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,” you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.

He smiles, but it’s all teeth, he’s a wolf, and it’s fake, it’s forced, and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, fingers clenching into fists, cigarette butt bitten into to keep from lashing out. Not going after the engagement earlier had been a tragedy, having to deal with the aftermath of not trying to get to know his own fiancée the punishment. But you had been young, and he had been too preoccupied with easy pussy and pretentious art to care. Now you hate him, and it feels unfair.

“What if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?”

“Lies.”

Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t lie, sweetheart, if there’s one thing to know about me it’s this. I have proof. He’s been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.”

You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.

“You’re trying to poison me,” you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. “Lock me up.”

He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. “I fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,” he whispers, trying to make you see reason. “I’ve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of age—I’ve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All I’m doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harm’s way, to be truthful.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You don’t fight, you don’t even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lap—so easily, like you’ve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; you’re in a vulnerable position, it’s late. He should leave you alone.

For the life of him, he can’t find the will to do it.

“What I said still stands,” he mumbles into your hair. “I will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as you’re mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.”

You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. “I had no idea you were like this.”

One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. “You’ll get used to me. Give it some time.”

Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.

“Okay,” you say, and he exhales.

“What?”

“Okay,” you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. “I’ll give you a chance. Please don’t make me regret it.”

His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.

“I fucking swear, darling. I’ll be good to you.”

He’s never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.

It’s exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.

Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enough—he was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.

He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds he’s never seen, never tasted—he’s a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.

He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himself—all in good time. He’ll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all he’s planned on doing with you.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you drink?”

You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. “No, not really,” you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.

Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. He’ll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if that’s what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.

“We can’t have that, can we?” He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. “You’re with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.”

“No one has offered to show me,” you confess shyly.

Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.

You’re the most special kind of angel doing exactly as you’re told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“That’s my girl.”

Your fiancée leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette as you contently chew your food, drink your wine. He stares in awe, mesmerized by your genuine nature. You blush under his intense gaze.

“Won’t you eat?” You ask, biting your pink lips.

Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll eat later, trust me.”

“You say it with such innuendo, I don’t understand—”

“Have you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.”

You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.

“That is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,” you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.

“You are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,” he responds calmly.

You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.

“Why the interest?”

“Purely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.

“Did I say something to upset you?” He presses.

“You’re ridiculous and vulgar!” You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. “No one has ever spoken to me in this way.”

“Your boyfriend must’ve been a bore then, darling. I’m only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.”

“It’s just as so.”

“Don’t be shy with me.”

“Yes!” You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. “Of course I have, who hasn’t? Now no more of this or I’m leaving.”

Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.

He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldn’t it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that you’d feel him there for a good fucking while.

He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasn’t, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.

You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. He’s ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. You’re moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.

“Please, Taehyung… that feels too good, what are you doing to me?”

Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesn’t, he won’t, because you’re important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.

“I’m stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.”

Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.

“You’ll come for me, won’t you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Won’t you give it to me, baby? C’mon, let go for me, let me see.”

When you come, you don’t seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when he’s sure you’re okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.

“Oh my God, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad man—I can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.

You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.

Your dad calling out for you. While he’s still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.

Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.

“Go first, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

He fixes you with a stern look. “Be a good girl.”

You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesn’t want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.

He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.

He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.

All in good time.

With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadn’t got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.

You’d grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didn’t guarantee perfection.

Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what you’d look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.

His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to say—not to him, at least. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when it’s time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, he’s the picture-perfect authority.

Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.

At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesn’t know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?

“Tae?” You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. “You’re overwhelmed,” you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”

“Right now?” She chastises but doesn’t object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. “Be back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.”

“Yes, mother.”

Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacy—all he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasn’t stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if she’s nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.

They think that Kim Taehyung won’t be faithful. That he’ll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person they’ve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.

You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.

Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.

“I thought you weren’t well,” you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.

“You always make me feel better.” He inches closer.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” And then he kisses you.

Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.

“I want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I say—I’ll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man that’s deserving of an angel like you,” he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.

He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.

“I’m going to take advantage of you now— I can’t fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.”

Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone you’re his, but not now. You’d be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.

Your cunt wasn’t shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexy—oh, he’d fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didn’t give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.

“Tell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?” As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. “Have you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. “Yes.”

He’s a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.

“Turn around for me, darling.”

You’re scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, you’re drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.

“I’ll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.

“It might, angel. But you’re my strong girl, aren’t you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.”

He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.

“Fuck me, you’re a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.”

You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life. He’s seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.

“Christ baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?”

You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Faster, Taehyung, please.”

He needn’t be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.

“Look at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. You’re a filthy fucking girl, angel, aren’t you? All you want is to come on my cock, don’t you?”

“Please…”

Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.

“Please? Use your words, darling. What do you want?” He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.

“You, please, more, more!”

When his digits drop down to your clit again, you’re a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you can’t take no more, and he gives it all to you, he’s generous, he slams one, two, three—your head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all he’s been holding back for you.

He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.

Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss he’s ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love you’ve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.

“I’ve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.

You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didn’t want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.

Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.

“I’ll love you til the day I die,” he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. “Mine to hold, mine to keep.”

[terrarain]

seasons of love

characters: todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo

summary: four seasons, four guys. different drabbles based on the season.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, swearing, it's entirely fluff! mentions of a reader with a pollen allergy in keigo's, some possessiveness in bakugou's for like one line, ticklish reader in shinsou's

word count: 4.5k

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂️ spring; takami keigo

Keigo didn't see much appeal in the rainy showers that May would bring. The rain had an unpleasant tendency to wash away traces of villain activity; it was a criminal's best friend. Activity in the streets were always lower when it was raining. People weren't as alert.

So he doesn't really get it when you're tugging at his sleeve with a cute pout that. As he stares at your jutted out lip, he has the oddest desire to bite it.

"Please. It'll be fun."

"Alright, consider me convinced, birdie."

All you had to do was say please with wide eyes and pouty lips and he was done for. Keigo's sure that Miruko would laugh her ass off at how easily Keigo acquiesced to all of your requests. Good thing for him, then, that the rabbit hero was nowhere to be seen.

And so that's the explanation behind why Keigo, the number two hero Hawks who was currently on a break, is currently walking next to you. In one hand, he's holding a well-loved umbrella and his other hand...

Golden eyes linger on the free hand at your side, swinging forward and back as you practically skip along the rain-washed sidewalk.

The hand that's not holding the umbrella twitches.

"You really like the rain."

"It's the best part about spring."

The beaming smile that you send his way makes Keigo feel all melty inside with affection. A part of him is glad that his wings have been reduced to just a few feathers at the moment. He has a feeling that, if his wings had been full, they'd be puffing up an embarrassing amount right about now.

He cocks his head to the side slightly. "Not the flowers?"

"The flowers are nice, too. But they make my allergies act up and those aren't much fun."

Keigo recalls memories of you in past springs, nose all runny and red, eyes slightly teary.

"But you're cute when you're sniffling," he teases, trying for a flirty smile. You just roll your eyes playfully.

"You won't be saying that when I'm constantly blowing snot into tissues."

You'd still be cute in his eyes. He's seen you a snotty mess before, when you got sick one time, and Keigo couldn't help but think that you looked stunning.

"You look beautiful all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, you flirt," you laugh, unconvinced.

Shit, he thinks distantly. I'm down real bad.

Keigo hadn't been saying that just to flatter you. He really did think that you were the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. Anybody who said otherwise was just wrong. They'd have to be blind to not recognize your beauty.

"Seriously," he insists. A flush takes over your cheeks, faint but still there. Keigo smiles to himself.

"Anyways," you fluster, walking a bit faster. He quickens his pace as well, careful to make sure that the umbrella that he was sharing with you was still covering you. He could feel his shoulder getting a little wet, but he didn't really care.

"So," Keigo drawls, one bushy brow raised. "Didja drag me out into the rain just so we could walk? I know I'm irresistible," an eyeroll from you, "...and that you want to spend more time with me, but we could just hang out at your apartment like usual."

"You're such a homebody," you muse. "Who knew that the flashy, number two winged hero Hawks is a shut-in."

"Hey," he says, not all that offended. "Your place s'real comfy."

And nobody expects anything of him when he's in the comfort of your well-lived in home. He's just Takami Keigo in private, cracking jokes and play-wrestling with you. Just another average joe who's hanging out with the love of his life a friend.

" 'sides," Keigo continues, looking over to you quickly. "I'm out here with you, aren't I? Even though I have no clue what you're up to."

"Oh, I never told you, huh?" you muse. The look in your eyes is playful, almost childlike.

"What schemes are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?" he questions, eyes slightly narrowed. He moves up a bit more to walk next to you when he sees a car approaching from behind. There's no puddles for the car to splash the two of you with, but better safe than sorry.

"You said that you've never played in the rain," is your non-answer.

Keigo does faintly recall telling you this. It had been a while ago, if he's remembering things correctly. You were working your magic in the kitchen while he was sitting at the counter as he watched when he had let this bit of information slip.

Ah, he realizes. "That's what all this fuss is about?"

"You're missing out," you insist when you hear his perplexed tone. "Right now, it's raining. And you're on break. So... now's a great time to take you out."

Keigo almost makes a joke about you taking him out in a different context — for a date.

The joke doesn't come. Instead, he just says: "Chickadee, I've flown through the rain. You're actin' like this is my first rodeo out in the rain."

You let out a little (cute) frustrated huff, eyes narrowing. Your arms cross as you speak. "Put the umbrella aside. We're going puddle jumping."

Keigo cocks a brow in questioning, "Uh, you sure? You'll get—"

"—wet?" you interrupt him as you bring the hood of your raincoat over your head. "That's what the coats are for."

"If you say so," he says, giving up easily enough as he brings the hood of his own raincoat up before closing the umbrella. Keigo really can't say no to you.

The two of you stand there under the rain. It's not particularly harsh, but it's definitely not a light drizzle, either. A scarlet red feather flies up to carry the umbrella that he sets to the side.

"So, what now, professor?" Keigo says, grinning. "Please do teach me about the joys of rainy weather."

"Gladly," you say as you offer him a hand. It only takes a nanosecond before his hand is in yours, his gaze expectant. The raindrops that fall onto the exposed skin are cool.

You tug at his hand, gentle, and he follows behind you like a lost puppy. Keigo finds himself feeling glad that there's nobody out at the moment — that there's nobody to disturb this moment between the two of you.

"Just gotta find..." you trail off, eyes scanning up ahead for something. Eventually, your aimless wandering becomes directed as you let out a small 'aha!'.

You're leading him towards a recently formed, sizeable puddle on the sidewalk.

"Are we going to—"

"Yes."

"Chickadee, we'll be soaked."

"Didn't take you to be such a party pooper," you tease, stopping right at the edge of the puddle as you look over to him.

Keigo gasps, offended. "Me? A party pooper? Why, I oughta—"

You don't wait for him to finish that sentence, jumping into the puddle in front of him with a lot more force than he thinks is necessary. The water comes up and out of reflex, his arms rise in a futile defense against the liquid.

"You were saying?"

"You are so cheeky," Keigo says fondly before he joins you in the puddle, jumping into the rainwater just as a child would.

He hears you let out a little squeal as water flies up towards you and Keigo grins, kicking some water at you as a form of payback.

"That's cold," you giggle, eyes bright.

"I said it'd be cold earlier while you were trying to drag me out," Keigo replies, letting you tug him out of the puddle as you begin searching for another puddle to jump into.

"Worth it," you declare.

He tilts his head curiously. "You're having that much fun?"

Your reply catches him off guard and he almost stumbles.

"It got you smiling again," you say easily, turning around a corner. Your face lights up when you see another untouched puddle. "Not one of those safe smiles. A smile smile."

"A smile smile," he echoes with vague amusement. His heart is fluttering and his cheeks are warming. Keigo, pointedly, does not acknowledge it. "Your descriptions could use some work."

"Oh, please, you get the point," you grin. "Now, come and help me ruin our jackets and boots more, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Keigo says, joining you in your adventures into the puddle of water while he thinks,

Maybe the rain isn't all bad after all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☀️ summer; todoroki shouto

"Thank you! Come back again!"

Shouto one perfectly-shaped brow slightly as he glances over to you. You're waving to the person leaving with a sunny smile. In the sky, the sun had already started lowering.

"Are you doing this again tomorrow?" he questions. The hand that's waving stills momentarily before dropping back down to the table of the stand he sat at with you.

You lick your lips. On the table, you're twisting your fingers - Shouto recognizes it as one of your nervous habits.

"Um... well, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

Shouto shifts, gaze briefly flickering over to the bucket of icecream surrounded in his ice. He repeats his question, slightly reworded this time.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?"

Your eyes, Shouto thinks as he returns your stare, are something that he could gaze at for hours upon hours on end.

"I do," you admit, lips upturned in a shy smile. "Are you... free tomorrow?"

Shouto's hums as he leans forward a little towards you, chin in the palm of his hand. The darkening of your cheeks makes the smile on his face grow a touch wider. "I am, indeed, free tomorrow. I presume you will be enlisting my assistance as a personal cooler again?"

The little laugh that slips through your lips is light and breathless as you nod. "Mmhm. Really, thanks again for this, Todoroki."

"It's no problem," he says, and it really isn't. Although the request had been an odd one, he didn't particularly mind.

The request in question had been related to ice cream carts - which, to his understanding, are portable stands that sell ice cream. You had told him that you'd wanted to run one - but didn't have the money to rent one out. Shouto had been on the verge of offering to rent one for you when you had eagerly tugged him over to a makeshift stand.

"So, I decided to make my own!" you had told him a few hours ago. Your previously eager smile had turned sheepish when you made a request. "But I don't really have anything to keep the ice cream cool in the heat, so I.. I was wondering if you would be willing to be a cooler? You'll get half of the money the stand makes!"

Shouto would've provided his assistance regardless of whether or not you were paying him. He had said as much, but you insisted on paying him anyways.

"You're really sure you don't have anything else to do?" you question, frowning in concern. "It can't be that fun for you, sitting around at a table in the heat for most of the day."

"The heat doesn't really affect me," he says smoothly, smiling warmly as he looks at you. "And I think it's quite enjoyable. You're very good company."

"Oh-" you clear your throat, all flushed cheeks and giddy smiles. "You're good company, too, Todoroki."

His lips downturn. "Shouto."

The look you send him can only be described as bewildered.

"Call me Shouto," he clarifies. "We are close enough for you to refer to me as such, no?"

He tilts his head when you stare at him with wide eyes.

"Then - you can call me by my given name, too," you say shyly. When he says your name out loud, you nod slightly. "That's me!"

You then shuffle a little, turning to reach for the bag of ice cream cones. He watches with rapt attention as you scrape out the last remaining bits of ice cream in the bucket and drop it onto the cone. He retracts the ice he had around the bucket, seeing as there was no ice cream left to keep cool.

"You should have it." you say after watching him. When he looks at you, you're holding the cone out for him.

Shouto shakes his head. "It's alright. You can have it."

"Shouto," you huff. "Really, you should have it instead. You've been entertaining my whims 'n whatnot the entire day, so.."

The usage of his name has him hesitating; he wonders if you'll say his name again if he keeps refusing. The small pout on your face discourages him from that, though, and he decides to opt for a compromise.

He leans in to take a bite of the ice cream in front of you. Vanilla melts a little on his tongue before he swallows the bite, the coolness of the treat lingering. When Shouto pulls back, he observes your flustered expression with some amusement.

"There," he says simply. "I've had my fill. You can have the rest."

You open your mouth to protest and he just raises a brow in a silent question. He seems to conveyed his message well, because you bring the cone to your lips and take a small bite as you look away from him. Shouto gently pokes at your flushed cheeks, eliciting a giggle.

The smile on his face is fond. Shouto doesn't really have a favourite season - he didn't see a reason to have a favourite.

But, as the sun sets in the distance, last few rays of sunlight framing you in a picturesque scene as you finish off the ice cream cone in your hand - Shouto thinks that if he had to pick one season as his favourite, it would be summer.

ˏˋ°•*⁀🍁 autumn; bakugou katsuki

Katsuki doesn't indulge people. He doesn't entertain their whims. He gives absolutely zero fucks about the desires of other people.

(A lie, sort of. Katsuki is just a little soft towards his closest friends and he lets himself get dragged into their antics sometimes. But he would never openly admit that.)

That's what he says. That's what he told you, more or less, when you had thrown his coat at him and pushed him out the door of the dormitory. Which he let you do because he's particularly soft towards you.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud," you tease him with a playful grin. His expressions sours even further, which earns him the action of you poking him in the forehead with one finger. "You'll get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so hard."

"Stuff it," he says heatedly as he swats your hand away. It's an action that he immediately regrets, but his body doesn't relax in the slightest.

You don't seem to mind, laughing good-naturedly, which pisses him the fuck off because you should mind. He treats you so roughly and it's unwarranted, he thinks. Katsuki knows that he's an asshole and he knows he's far from being a nice person.

You should be treated kindly. Should be hanging out with someone just as bright and sunny as you.

But at the same time, he doesn't want you to do that. It's an unreasonable possessiveness, he thinks, because you're not even his. You don't belong to anyone.

Katsuki has no idea why you still hang out with him.

You're all soft touches, kind smiles, playful quips — and he's rough around the edges. He's a horrible person and he's done fucked up shit in the past that he regrets so, so deeply and he doesn't get you. Or any of the things he feels for you.

You're more resilient than he would've ever thought — because while you were all soft and shit, you knew when to stand up for yourself and you never let yourself be pushed around. You're firm with him and handle yourself well around him. Something about you, terrifyingly enough, disarms him.

His classmates — friends, they call themselves — are also weirdly eager to be around him, just like you. They actively insert themselves into his life and include him in their playful banter.

But you hang out with him the most. Some people have commented on it, in the past. He had just replied to them with a dark glare.

"Alright, this is a good spot!"

Katsuki cocks his head to the side, brows still furrowed. "Hah? Whaddya mean?"

The two of you are standing in a fairly open space, a few ways away from the dormitories. It's a clear part of campus with several trees hanging overhead.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you say, not answering his question at all. Your gaze is directed upwards, so he follows. Golden yellows, crimson reds, vibrant oranges act as a natural ceiling. Bits of the blue sky are peeking through.

"The fuck we standing here for?" he asks, all gruff as he looks back at you.

In one smooth motion, you pull out two rakes and what the fuck.

"Where the hell were you hiding those?"

"Trade secret," is your playful response as you press a rake to his chest. He grabs it out of reflex more than anything. "Less questioning, more raking."

"Hah? What's this shit even for?"

There's a glint in your eyes as you reply.

"Raking leaves," you state the obvious and he rolls his eyes. "We're making leaf piles to jump in."

"That shit's for kids," he grumbles, unmoving as he watches you fly around the leaf-covered ground, starting up a small pile of multi-coloured leaves.

"You're basically just a big baby," you coo and his glare sharpen. You don't seem to react because you're somehow never affected. "So I don't see the problem."

"That's—" he flounders, eventually deciding on a snarl. "Listen up. I'm not fucking making fucking dumb piles of fucking leaves just so you can fucking jump into them."

"Is fuck the only swear you know?" you question. You're teasing him.

He glowers.

"This is unfortunate," you sigh dramatically. He watches you carefully as you pause, looking down at the pile of leaves at your feet with a forlorn expression. "I didn't think that the Bakugou Katsuki would be so terrified of a few leaves. Guess I need to go get someone stronger to help me out."

Katsuki knows that you're trying to get him to rake leaves. He knows that you're poking at his ego and it's ridiculous because there's absolutely no reason for him to get competitive over a few fuc- shitty leaves. It's dumb, really—

"Fuck you," he spits as he starts raking up a pile of his own at record pace. Katsuki misses the painfully soft smile on your face, more focused on making his pile bigger than yours.

For a few minutes, it's just the sound of two students romping around and the scraping of the steel rakes against the ground that fills the air. Eventually, Katsuki comes to a halt when there's no more leaves in the immediate vicinity. He considers going out further to get more leaves for his pile.

"Damn," you whistle and his chest swells a little in pride at your impressed voice. "That is a big pile of leaves. I surrender."

"Ha. Did you think you could beat me to begin with?"

You snort, hand wrapping around his wrist. He can feel the sweat forming on the palms of his hands and he thinks that, if the lightning dumbass was around, he'd be making so much fun of Katsuki for the sweaty hands.

Katsuki has a few swears lined up, but none of them manage to leave his mouth because you're tugging him along.

Straight towards his pile of leaves.

(He could probably plant his feet firmly in the ground, making all of your attempts at moving him around futile.)

(He doesn't.)

Katsuki is stumbling into the mountain of leaves along with you as you destroy all of his hard work with a jump.

He's a little worried that you'll hit your head against something and before he knows it, one of his hands are resting against the back of your head as the two of you lay down on the ground.

The smile on your face makes him feel all soft and gooey and shit inside.

"Look," you say, and he glances up at the sky briefly as per your request. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Leaves are fluttering down gently around the two of you, warm tones unique only to autumn painting the air. It really is a sight to behold, he thinks, as he looks at your content expression.

The leaves eventually settle and you take it as your cue to stand back up. Katsuki looks at the hand that had been previously cradling the back of your head before he stands up roughly a second after you.

There's a golden leaf in your hair.

Without thinking, he reaches out slowly to pluck the leaf from your hair in one, easy motion.

"..Bakugou?"

"You had a leaf in your hair," he grumbles, flicking it off to the side. "Dumbass."

"That's mean," you say, but the smile resting upon your face with darkened cheeks makes him feel like you aren't so offended. Katsuki thinks he likes the way you look when blushing. "Round two?"

"Your pile is still there," he huffs. "Whaddya mean by round two?"

"But it's small," you lament, gazing upon your small pile of leaves. It definitely pales in comparison to the tower of leaves that Katsuki had cooked up earlier. "It'll be a lot more fun if it's bigger. Let's collect all of the leaves up into one big pile."

"This is dumb," he says, lips turning upwards in a slight smile.

"But it's fun!" you beam.

"...Whatever," he breathes out, turning away brusquely to hide his growing smile.

Katsuki's chest feels warm as he shoves a small bunch of leaves into the growing leaf pile.

ˏˋ°•*⁀❄️ winter; shinsou hitoshi

"Fuck, don't go in there. Are you a dumbass?"

Hitoshi shifts slightly. "Probably."

In all honesty, Hitoshi has no idea what's going on in the horror movie that you had put on.

There's some screaming, probably some ghosts or something - was the movie a ghost movie? He couldn't remember - which was all very cool. Probably. But he's more interested in you.

His best friend. That he's fallen irrevocably in love with.

You take a sip from your mug of hot cocoa, eyes watching the laptop screen with rapt attention. There's some sort of noise that comes from the screen that draws his own attention over. A rather ghastly, pale creature shows up behind the movie's protagonist.

"I told you so," you mutter, like the protagonist could hear you.

"Damn, someone doesn't leave the house," Hitoshi comments off-handedly, referring to the unnaturally pale, spindly creature currently chasing after the main character.

That draws a snort from you. A sound that has him wanting to poke at you so he can hear it again.

"Like you're one to talk, 'Toshi."

Now that has him actually poking at your sides. He takes the hot cocoa out of your hand and sets it down on his desk before he starts jabbing his fingers into your sides.

You break down into a mess of airy giggles as you try to pry his hands off of you and he grins.

"Hey. My complexion is way better than that thing."

"I don't know," comes your drawl once he stops tickling you, gazing up at him with an impish grin. "When was the last time you left the house and touched some grass?"

"There's no grass to touch," Hitoshi says, getting off of you to gesture at his window. Outside, a flurry of white storms on. "There's a fucking snowstorm. Its been snowing like crazy the last few weeks. Any grass out there is long-gone."

"Sounds like excuses to me," you chirp, settling back into your sitting position on his bed. He can't help but note that you're a lot closer this time. If he moves as much as an inch, his legs would bump into yours.

Hitoshi counts to three to calm himself down.

His heart beats thunderously against his chest anyways.

"Oh, she's definitely dead," you say, interrupting his thoughts. He raises a brow and turns his attention to the screen of your laptop.

Sure enough, there's a gory mess of fake blood and organs and a lot of screaming from the girl.

"You don't say," he drawls as the screams die down. You smack his arm playfully.

"Hush."

"Technically, you're the one who keeps initiating conversation," he snarks.

The smile on your face grows and he allows himself to think that you're smiling at him fondly. "Smartass."

"You know it and you love it."

Silence.

Hitoshi panics. What did he say, again? He definitely said the l-word. He hadn't been thinking. What did you think? You had suddenly gone silent and-

"That, I do," is your whispered response.

His body locks up and he just stares at you, but you aren't looking at him. Your gaze is resolutely fixed on the screen, acting all nonchalant - but he catches the darkened hue of your cheeks.

He smiles softly and turns his attention over to the screen, half-watching.

The scene had moved on from the girl's death. There was some arguing amongst people in a dingy little room. The only safe room in the house, if he recalled correctly.

Something to his side shifts and then he feels a warmth pressed up against him. His reaction is immediate, head snapping over to you.

"It's cold," is all you offer for an explanation, drawing the shared blanket closer to you.

The heating system had broken down a while ago, so the two of you had opted to share a blanket. It was a large blanket — big enough for two people to share without ever having to touch the other. He figures it could probably fit three.

Hitoshi continues to stare.

"You're always warm," you clear your throat, pulling your end of the blanket up around you to hide your flushed cheeks.

"What am I, your personal heater?" he manages to joke, trying to ignore the heat creeping up the back of his neck.

"Yes," you declare simply.

He rolls his eyes fondly. Boldly, he slowly snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer against him.

For the body heat, he clarifies to himself.

There's no protest from your end, so he assumes he's in the clear. If anything, you're snuggling up against him and fuck if it isn't the cutest thing ever. It's getting harder to resist the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"We should do this more."

Your voice comes out quiet, tentative. Hitoshi licks his lips as he hums nervously.

"What, cuddling?" he says, half-joking.

"Yes," you say, completely serious.

Oh, fuck me.

"It's not annoying, is it?" you question, a bit of hesitation flickering about in your gaze.

"No," Hitoshi replies immediately, arm around your waist tightening a little. "Nah, 's fine."

The hum he hears from you is happy as you turn your attention back to the movie. The horror movie you had put on was just background noise to Hitoshi as he relaxes into you.

And if the two of you don't move from your positions long after the movie ends, well — that's only for you and him to know.

a/n: still not super comfy with how i write bakugou gAH i want to do the boy some justice bc he's got a lot going on,,, hopefully i'll get it with time

[frost-queen]

Love doesn't expire (Reader x Elijah Mikaelson)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: Elijah and you get married in the 18th century. One day when you get hurt, your husband can't control himself, caving for blood. Rather fascinated by him, you aren't scared at all. Once your husband explains what he is, you ask him to turn you as well. Wanting to stay with him forever. Elijah does so, feeling guilty afterwards, making him leave you. In modern times you befriend Elena till one day you encounter your long lost husband once more. Demanding an explination from him. [ Happy birthday to you anon ask!]

Elijah watched as girls were holding hands, dancing in a circle. Spring was arriving so there was a celebration for the season. Amongst them a girl with flowers in her hairs. Her smile so radiant it captured Elijah to the bone. Unable to keep his gaze away from her. From you. You let go of the girl’s hands, spinning around breathless. Your eyes fell upon him, smiling whilst catching your breath.

A girl bumped into you, making you stumble forwards. Elijah rushed over as you had just stumbled a bit forwards. You took a hold of his wrist, smiling mischievous. Before Elijah could react, you pulled him with you into the circle of dancers around the big rooted tree. Grabbing him, you joined him in the dance.

Hopping around the tree with a constant smile on your lips. Elijah felt a bit shy at first, knowing his siblings were watching from somewhere. But soon his shyness faded away when he only had eyes for you. The village girl with flowers in her hair.

You gasped soft when Elijah pressed you against the wall in some alleyway. Smiling before he kissed your lips tenderly. Then forcefully. It was as instant as spring came. The love you were feeling for Elijah and the love he had for you. Not a month later, he introduced you to his siblings. Shared with them that you were going to get married. Niklaus was at first opposed to it. Telling Elijah it was wrong to love you. Rebekah had always been supportive.

Seeing the love you had for each other. Despite Niklaus’s interference, Elijah and you got married.  It was a blissful day. You came to live with Elijah in the manor. His siblings lived in an estate nearby. Close, but not close enough to invade your private life. Life was good, life was wonderous with your husband. A husband who didn’t hold any secrets from you… or did he?

Elijah was working in the garden, unrooting a stomp. He paused for a moment, wiping some sweat of his forehead. From a distance he saw you, tending to the roses. He smiled seeing how gentle you were with them. You turned your head to look back at him. Raising your hand with a bubbly smile. Elijah blew you a kiss from afar. You pretended to catch it and pressing it close to your heart. Elijah returned to his work. Nearly having unrooted the stomp.

It stood in the way of the beautiful garden. Elijah grunted, easing in his strength to not draw suspicion to you. Then his eyes widened. The strong scent of blood filling his nostrils at it alerted his brain. He couldn’t help it, but the dark veins around his eyes started to show. Sharp fangs coming out, needing blood. It has been almost months since he last tasted human blood. Keeping his identity secret to you. He looked away, panting loud to supress his hunger.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw you were holding your finger. Most likely you had pricked yourself on one of the thorns. Elijah tore his gaze away, fighting the primal instinct inside of him. His head pounded with desperation for blood, making him press his hands against it.

Unable to control himself any longer, he went over to you. You looked up, noticing your husband suddenly close. – “Oh, Elijah.” – you said as he knelt down beside you, drawing your bleeding finger closer to him. – “It is but a small sting.” – you told him that it was truly nothing. He didn’t need to worry for a little prick. Elijah took in a deep breath, taking in the smell of your blood. – “Allow me.” – he responded bringing your finger closer to him. You smiled expecting him to wrap a handkerchief around it. Instead he brought your finger to his lips, sucking on the blood.

It made you furrow your brows, feeling his tongue brush over your finger. Elijah’s eyes darkened as he kept licking your bleeding finger. The blood wasn’t enough but it satisfied him. You reached out with your other hand to his cheek, touching the area just beneath his eyes. Fascinated by the dark veins. Your touch made Elijah pull away, suddenly aware of what he was doing.

He got up, rubbing his lips and strode off. – “Elijah?” – you said confused to why your husband was suddenly gone. Getting up, you went after him. You knew exactly where to find him. In the library. His hands firmly on the desk, his back turned towards the door. You knocked gently, entering.

“Elijah…” – you started not sure if he wanted you present. – “Go…go away Y/n.” – Elijah responded breathless. You ignored his warning, drawing nearer. Touching his shoulders, Elijah eased in. He slowly turned towards you, seeing those gentle eyes of yours. He couldn’t resist those eyes. He’d do anything for them.

You reached for his cheek again, seeing that the veins had disappeared. Elijah took your hand before it could touch him. – “Y/n please…” – he begged, not wanting you to saddle with his torment. – “Enlighten me.” – you asked. Elijah sighed not able to resist saying no to you.

He cupped your cheeks, explaining everything. Explaining to you that he was a vampire. Requiring blood. Once you understood, you offered him your wrist. Elijah stared confused at you. – “You need it to survive do you not?” – you asked as he nodded. – “I am offering it to you.”

Elijah gently took your wrist. You smiled with a soft nod, letting him know it was alright. You gazed wonderous at him when his fangs appeared. You quietly yelped when they bit through your flesh. The weird sensation it left on you, was unfamiliar and fascinating at once. Elijah grabbed you tighter to get his grip firmer on you. Seeing him feast on you was something that strangely didn’t bother you. Elijah let go, gasping loud. Blood dripping down your wrist as you stared at the wound on your wrist.

Elijah pulled out a handkerchief wrapping it around your wrist to stop the bleeding. – “Can… can you make me like you?” – you asked, catching Elijah by surprise. – “Why would you?” – he replied confused. – “Can we not be together forever than?” – you questioned. Elijah nodded. – “Don’t… don’t you love me enough for that? Am I just an insignificant small memory in your long life?” – you started to doubt yourself. Knowing he would love a dozen more girls after you.

Elijah held his other hand on the handkerchief around your wrist. – “You are not insignificant. Not even close.” – he answered with caring eyes. He kissed your knuckles, never taking his gaze off you. – “Then love me forever.” – you told him. Elijah let his knuckles brush against your cheek. He removed the handkerchief from your wrist, now stained with blood. Your wrist was still bleeding as Elijah took a bite in his own wrist.

He offered you his wrist. – “It will help it heal.” – he told you. You took his wrist, moving it to your mouth. It was strange tasting his blood in your mouth. You kept sucking it, drinking his blood till he pulled away. Looking down at your wrist, you saw the wound disappear. In wonder you stared at your healed wrist, letting your fingers brush over it. That night you prepared yourself for bed. Your words echoing in Elijah’s head. Then love me forever. He couldn’t shake them off. His love for you beyond describing. – “Elijah are you coming to bed?” – you called out from the other room.

Elijah closed his eyes before joining you in the bedroom. You paused, getting in bed. Sheet lifted up as one leg was already in. – “Is everything alright darling?” – you asked as he seemed a bit off. Distant. An impulsive thought crossed Elijah’s mind and he couldn’t shake it off. He rushed over to you, standing before you in a second. His hands around your neck as he turned it, snapping your neck in a split second.

Your body fell weightless as he caught your falling body before hitting the matrass. Looking down at your body, he came to a sense of what he had just done. Your colour fading. He carefully laid you down, hoping you would wake up again. Knowing he had to live with the consequences of his impulsive thoughts.

You awoke many hours later, feeling an emptiness in your stomach. Elijah knew what it was. The first hunger. He offered you his blood, before you could fully process what was happening. Knowing he had finalized the process of turning. The following weeks, Elijah had turned silent. Crawling back in his shell as he watched you. Watched you juggle your normal life with your new life. This wasn’t what he imagined. Not even close. One day after a decade, he vanished.

*

A car pulled over. You got out, slamming the door shut behind you. You had been touring the world for the past decades now and found yourself in a godforsaken town in need of gas. Mystic falls. Car broken down before you could reach a gas station, you had to walk. Taking out a flask from your trunk, you started the long walk in search for gas. For miles there was nothing but woods. Finally you reached a bit of town as it made you roll your eyes.

Great one of those towns that got stuck in the 1800’s. – “Now for gas, let’s hope you have it.” – you sighed out, doubting if a time stuck town like this even had a gas station. You neared a bar, deciding to head in and ask before you searched every corner of this town. The mystic grill. All heads turned when you entered. You ignored them, knowing they probably weren’t used to outsiders.

Heading straight for the bar. – “What can I get you?” – the boy behind the bar asked, cleaning his hands on a towel. You set the flask on the counter. – “I need gas, do you have a station around?” – you answered. – “Car broke down?” – he responded. It made you roll your eyes. – “Yes, now do you have gas?”

A girl came nearer as you noticed her. – “Not for a long drive. Where is your car at?” – she asked. You sighed soft. – “By the sign.” – you told her. She mouthed a wow. – “That was a long walk.” – she said making you hum in response. – “Well I can always give you a ride?” – she suggested. – “Elena.” – the bartender said with warning eyes. Elena ignored him. – “We’ll fill up there and I’ll bring you back to your car. How does that sound?” – she asked.

“Well that sounds awfully nice Elena.” – you responded. Elena got up taking her purse. – “I’m Y/n by the way.” – you told her. Elena led you to her car. You got in at the passengers seat. On the way to the gas station, Elena and you got talking. Sharing some interest as it felt nice to talk to someone. You had always been alone on your rides. It can be lonely from time to time with no one to talk to in the car.

Elena rode up to the gas station. You got out as you got your gas. Returning to her car, she drove to where your car was parked. You were filling up your car as Elena leaned against your car. – “Are you staying long or passing through?” – she asked. – “Passing through.” – you answered finishing.

“You know… it’s getting late… you should probably eat.” – Elena spoke making you quirk your eyebrow up. – “Is that an invitation to stay?” – you answered intrigued. – “Maybe.” – Elena responded shy. You laughed coming up to her. – “Are you cooking?” – you asked. – “Only for you.” – she chuckled in return. You got in your car, riding behind Elena to her house. A night, turned into a day, into three days, into almost a week now. A week now you got stuck at Mystic falls. Not leaving just yet. Elena and you had become great friends.

“I know this great place.” – Elena said pulling at your arm to get you to follow her. – “Let me guess another founding father thing?” – you teased her with. Elena shook her head. – “Something more modern.” – she laughed out. – “Now you are talking.” – you responded moving along with her. Elena had her arm locked around yours as you walked over the town square.

You saw a small café pulling Elena to a stop. – “Quick bathroom stop.” – you told her, running inside. Elena waited outside. – “Elena Gilbert.” – she suddenly heard. Elena’s eyes widened briefly till she narrowed them bothered. – “Elijah.” – she responded annoyed.

Elijah chuckled moving one hand in his pocket. – “Where’s your lousy brother?” – she asked looking around.  Elijah smiled. – “My brother isn’t here so no need for you to be so tense.” – Elijah responded, sensing how tense her muscles were. – “Then what do you want.” – she called out. – “Can’t a man just say hello?” – he answered innocently. – “It’s never that innocent with you originals.” – Elena fired back.

“Elena I’m ready.” – you said getting out of the café. Coming to a sudden stop at the sight of Elijah. Elijah’s eyes widened, removing his hand from his pocket. Elena looked confused between the two of you. – “Y/n…” – Elijah breathed out. The shock in your eyes turned to anger. You rushed over to Elijah, grabbing him firm by his throat. – “Where have you been love?” – you told him bitsy. Elijah choked under your grip. – “Tell me how many years have it been? Decades? A hundred years?” – you called out.

Puffing annoyed afterwards. – “Y/n.” – Elijah grunted trying to catch his breath. You squeezed harder. – “Didn’t think you would see me again when you left me for dead!” – you spitted out pushing him off. Elijah stumbled to the ground, rolling over. He coughed loud, touching his neck.

“You know him?” – Elena asked. – “You mean my dear husband who vanished!” – you replied angered, wanting to have another go at him. Elijah held his hand out, slowly getting up. – “Y/n… please…” – Elijah started. You puffed mockingly, crossing your arms. – “Where the hell were you!” – you shouted. – “I waited days, weeks, years for you to come back. Wondering why you left me. Wondering what I had done wrong to be left alone like this. Tell me husband what did I say for you to pull the earth from around me and make me fall into a dark pit!” – All those years of anger, bubbling back up.

Elijah rushed over to you, grabbing you firm by your shoulders. – “I… I…” – he started not coming out of his words. – “What!” – you snapped at him. – “I felt guilty!” – he yelled. – “I… I shouldn’t have turned you. I wanted you to live a normal life. I took that from you. I couldn’t bear the guilt. Constantly reminded of it when I saw you. It was eating me alive.” – he confessed.

He exhaled deep lowering his head a bit. – “I never stopped loving you Y/n. I just couldn’t stop blaming myself for what I did. I regretted leaving you for all those years. I came back to our house, but you weren’t there. It only made the guilt worse that I couldn’t find you anymore.”

You blinked softly, staring back at him with those gentle eyes he had missed for so long. It made Elijah exhale adoringly that he could see them again. You grabbed Elijah, pressing your lips onto him. Your anger vanished in a matter of seconds. Elena swallowed nervously, looking away at the heated kiss between Elijah and you. Lips desperately on one another.

Needing to fill that longing. Elena eventually cleared her throat as she thought you were going to eat each other with the way you were kissing each other. Elijah and you pulled away, panting. – “Plan on leaving me again in a decade?” – you asked teasingly. Elijah shook his head. – “You are stuck with me for always and forever.” – he responded.

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[riptideripley]

Two Mamis

summary:Ever since you joined the judgment day,people have been raving about Dominik having two mamis. He’s always denied the idea but behind closed doors,it’s completely different.

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Rhea and Dom were close. Everyone knew that,but they didn’t know how close they reallllyyy were. You were completely oblivious to this right up until you were invited into the Judgment Day as a replacement for JD. You happily accepted,feeling yourself grow more and more excited to be with the ex con and eradicator. As time pasted,Rhea grew more than a friendly liking of you. Her and Dominik had been together roughly 2 months after she recruited him,keeping their relationship private from the world. Though on screen everyone thought they were together,they would never reveal the truth behind the rumor.

Rhea had suggested adding you to their relationship,since they both had discussed about having a third partner. Dominik was a bit skeptical about you at first,his attraction to you growing more once he finally saw you wrestle. He was used to seeing you in baggy clothes,nothing too fancy. But once he finally saw you in your wrestling gear he lost it. Your beautiful figure stood out to him,the tattoos peaking ever so slightly. He was in awe. After a brief discussion with you about the idea,you agreed.

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat when you said yes. Her dream girl really wanted her. She was over the top excited,making sure you were by her at all costs. Dom just stood by,admiring his two gorgeous girlfriends. You enjoyed the company of them,it comforted you. But little did you know this would be so much more.

Rhea was a sex addict. Dom knew it better than anyone else did. Always whispering things to him between segments and matches,making sure no one caught on. The part that shocked you the most was finding out how their on camera dynamic somehow..flipped. Dom had mentioned to you one night while you were in his hotel room about the sex they would have. You were completely comfortable and open to having this conversation,curiosity getting the best of you. You could never picture THE Rhea Ripley as the submissive one in a relationship,but quickly learned and later on accepted it the closer you got to them.

Now how did Two Mamis start? Well one day during a backstage segment,you and Rhea had just retained your tag team titles while the others waited for you two. You came back inside completely exhausted and ready to go home. Dominik had just walked in shortly after you too and noticed this quickly,helping you sit down and drink some water. “Just relax mami..” he cooed in your ear,sitting next to you making sure you were ok and didn’t need a medic. You didn’t tell him until later on how much you really enjoyed the nickname,it was something new and you loved it. From that day forward,he would address both you and Rhea as mami. Damian would make “two mamis” jokes constantly which made Dom laugh,seeing it was true.

The first time you three had sex together was..life changing. Rhea had a switch side to her that was rarely shown since she began dating Dominik. Dom had a sex appeal like no other. His figure was a sight to see once you really got to see him,toned muscles and a slim waist. What really got you curious was how Rhea’s whole demeanor changed around him once you three were alone. But enough of that,the sex. The whole threesome started from a few rounds of Dare or Drink. You all were slightly tipsy,a little high from the weed Dom had snuck in past Damian. Rhea had this look in her eyes like she needed or craved something.

She exchanged a look between you and Dom,a small smirk appearing on her face. Dom seemed to catch on quickly,looking at you. You glanced a look between them,slowly catching on. Next thing you know you were face down buried in Rhea’s sweet pussy while Dom was behind you doing the same thing. Rhea was more vocal than you expected,a handful of your hair in her bawled up fist. She wasn’t expecting you to be so good at this,but she fucking loved it. Dominik eventually got tired of just tasting you,he wanted to feel you. Rubbing his tip between your slick folds,causing you to whimper. He finally slowly slid himself inside of you,painfully slow. Once he bottomed out,he slowly began thrusting. He smiled as he earned a loud gasp from your lips,followed by a whimper.

You tried to focus on Rhea,spreading her legs wider as you slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. “H-Holy..” and before she could even finish her sentence,her orgasm hit. Just when you were about to pull yourself up to kiss her,you felt Dom yank your head back down making Rhea yelp. “I never said stop mami.” he whispered in your ear making your knees weak. He placed his hands in your waist,adjusting your position continuing his rough thrusts. You could tell Rhea was overstimulated and god did she sound beautiful. “Dom..e-es demasiado para manejar..(it’s too much to handle)” she choked out through whimpers. She needed to fuck you asap and couldn’t wait any longer. Dom decided to be nice enough and let her move,pulling out of your sensitive cunt and pulling you away from Rhea. You watched Rhea shakily get up from the bed,turning your attention to Dom as he handed you a bottle of water. “You alright? Need a break or anything” he asked softy,kissing your forehead. You smiled in return,drinking some of the water. “No I’m fine,just need a moment” you responded.

Your attention turned back onto Rhea as she appeared,more relaxed and less shaky but there was something different..a black strap that was at least 8 inches was attached to a harness around her waist. She noticed and laid next to you,gently kissing your cheek. “Don’t worry mami,I’ll be gentle” she cooed softly in your ear,still laying next to you. You took one final sip of water and placed it in the nightstand,giving Rhea that green light. Giving you one last peck on the lips,she switched her position and kneeled in front of you. Glancing over at Dom to make sure this was the position he wanted while you laid there waiting. He nodded and laid next to you,watching closely as Rhea rubbed the silicone tip against your clit earning a soft whine. She chuckled softly to herself,slowly pushing the strap inside of you. Dom whispered soft praises while trailing kisses along your neck and soft breasts.

“Ah ah,stop squirming.” Rhea spoke firmly as she bottomed herself,not moving until you told her to. “M-mami..please” you whined out. She decided to be nice and not torture you anymore,slowly thrusting. “Fuck she looks so good taking you like that..” Dom muttered out through moans,using your hand to stroke himself. “She really does..” Rhea whispered,looking down watching as the strap went in and out of you. God she loved it. As she continued and picked up her pace,your moans grew louder. They both needed you to be quiet since Damian was just next door,so Dom had an idea.

Turning your head to the side and propping himself up,he lowered your head onto his cock. Rhea adjusted your legs,throwing them onto her broad shoulders making your legs spread out wider. She just smiled,watching as your legs began to shake. At this point you were on the verge of screaming,if it wasn’t for Dom fucking your throat of course. His thrusts grew sloppy,signaling he was close. “Should we let our pretty slut cum hm?” Rhea whispered out,her orgasm approaching from the harness rubbing against her sensitive clit. “Fuck- yeah..she earned it” he responded,his orgasm hitting hard. You moaned around his cock,your orgasm also crashing into you as your legs shook around Rhea’s shoulders. Rhea laughed softly at the sight in front of her,still thrusting to chase her high. Her orgasm soon washed over her,stalling her movements. Slowly she pulled out,gently placing your legs down onto the mattress then getting off the bed to retrieve two cold towels. Once she came back,Dom carefully spread your legs allowing Rhea to gently wipe you off.

“You did so good for us princesa” he spoke,pulling you into a deep kiss. “And good girl for swallowing without me telling you” he whispered and winked,making both you and Rhea giggle. She tossed Dom the other towel and laid next to you,pulling you into a spooning position. Dom wiped himself off and placed both towels on the nightstand. Turning back around to both of you,he smiled and laid on your chest.

To say the least,this would be a moment you’d never forget.

[vioartemis]

Act 5

(Amber Freeman x fem! reader)

Summary: After joining a discord server, you meet a girl... Warnings: (+18), smut, oral, fingering, blood, violence, injuries, characters are 18+ (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

As far as you could remember, you had always been a horror movie fan. Halloween, Friday the 13th, Saw, The exorcist, Stab... you enjoyed watching these movies. Recently, you had even joined a discord server for Stab fans.

It was really fun talking about these movies with people you knew liked them as much as you did, and it felt nice sharing your passion with others.

There were only two rules in this server: 1. If you were to make video calls, you would all wear Ghostface costumes and masks; and 2. Never, under any circumstances, say your name.

At first you thought that was weird, but it was a matter of safety. Stab fans were considered crazy after what happened in 2011 -and other side events.

Keeping your identity secret had become a must, if you didn't want other people online to hate on you and/or accuse you of crimes.

Fortunately, in the server, no one seemed to have a problem with the rules. And neither did you.

Until that day.

There was this girl on the server, with who you had been talking to in private for some months now. You may or may not had developed a little crush on her.

She was so nice, and it was so easy talking to her. You had the same opinion about almost everything too. But you didn't tell her. What if she thinks I'm weird? you thought.

You were currently on call with her, and the fact that you lived in Woodsboro just slipped.

"Wait- you live in Woodsboro? Me too! Maybe we know each other? What about we meet in real life?"

"I- We're not supposed to do that... Remember the rules? No personal information, so identity reveal or whatever..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you trust me, right? 'Cause I know I can trust you"

"Of course I- I trust you but-"

"Well if we both trust each other, why not meet? It's better talking face to face, don't you think? Plus I'm dying to see what you look like. I'm sure you're super pretty"

You blushed at her words, and stuttered a quiet ‘okay’.

Two hours later, you were waiting in front of the high school, nervous. What if she didn’t like you irl? What if it was awkward? What if-

"Y/n?"

You turned around as you heard your name.

"Amber…?"

You couldn’t help but stare at her. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful girl you had ever seen.

"It’s so nice to finally meet you!" she started "And I was right; you’re really pretty"

You spent the whole day chatting and laughing together. There was definitely chemistry between you too.

"That’s my house" you said softly

You were a little sad your time with her was already over, you wanted make it last more.

"Oh, okay… We’ll meet again, right?"

"Yeah, of course! I’d love to!"

You smiled at each other, and waved goodbye, before you started making your way to the door. But you couldn’t just go like that.

"Amber I-" you started as you turned around

Before you could finish your sentence, her lips were in yours, soft against your own. It took you a second to register what was going on, but soon you were kissing back.

Amber pulled away after a moment. Her lips were inches away from yours, her eyes not leaving your own. Then she leans in for another kiss, more passionate.

Her hands were on your waist, keeping you close, as her tongue slipped past your lips. You made for a while, before running out of air.

When you pulled away, you could see that her lips were red and swollen, and so were yours.

"Maybe we should continue this inside, hm?" Amber said with a light smirk

You blushed and nodded, before trying to open the door. Your hands were shaking a bit in excitement, and Amber being flush against your back, arms around your waist and kissing your neck didn’t help.

Eventually you managed to open the door, and as soon as you closed it behind you both, you got pinned against it, Amber’s lips back on yours.

As the kiss grew more and more feverish, you felt her cold hands sneak under your shirt, and going up to your ribs, stopping right under your breasts.

"Is this okay?" she ask in between kisses

"Yes" you hummed in response

You could feel her smile against your lips as you let out a moan when she groped your tits through your bra. Then, her lips dipped to your neck as her hands made their way under your bra.

Before she could go any farther, you pushed her slightly away.

"Wait- let's go to my room"

You grabbed her hand and led her to your bedroom.

As soon as you were in the room, she reached down for your shirt and took it off you before unclasping your bra and pushing you on your bed. She straddled you, and started to undo her belt with a smirk.

She grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, before tying them to the headboard with her belt, making sure it's not too tight.

Then, she sat up and looked down at you, biting her lip.

"Look at you; so pretty all tied up under me..." she whispered, brushing your cheek softly

She leaned in to kiss you once more, her hands sliding down to unbutton your jeans, before going back up to play with your now hard nipples. Again, her lips dipped down to your neck, where she sucked angry red marks.

This, and your nipples being rolled between her fingers made a series of moans leave your throat. You wanted to run a hand through her hair, but with her belt around your wrists, you couldn't move at all -which turned you on even more.

Your eyes flutter closed when you felt her lips wrapping around one of your nipples, and her tongue running over it, before she started sucking gently.

Your back arched slightly as you moaned her name, encouraging her to continue.

After a moment, she released your nipple with a 'pop'. You looked down just in time to see a string of saliva linking her mouth and your hard bud.

She smirked and kissed her way down your body, taking off your pants slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. She took her time, kissing the inside of your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you needed her the most.

You whined at the tease and rolled your hips slightly.

"Amber... please..."

"Please what, baby?" she teased more, sly smirk spread on her face

"Please I need you so bad... please fuck me..."

"How can I say no if you ask so nicely?" she hummed, sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing it somewhere in the room

She looked down at your dripping cunt with a hungry gaze and licked her lips before diving in to get a taste of you.

She hummed against you, loving the way you tasted on her tongue. She hooked her arms around your thighs, keeping you in place while she ate you out.

Her tongue was driving you crazy, you were a moaning mess, and felt you wear already close to the edge. But all of a sudden, she stopped.

You let out a frustrated whine at the sudden loss of contact and pleasure, before she placed her index on your lips.

"Shhh... Don't worry, I'm not done with you"

She quickly replaced her index with her middle and ring finger, which she pushed into your mouth gently.

"Now be a good girl and get my fingers wet"

You complied, and once she was satisfied, pulled her fingers out of your mouth to slide them into your pussy, eliciting another moan from you, before starting to thrust in and out at a fast pace.

If you thought her tongue was skilled, her fingers were even more. She hit all the right spots and curled her fingers just right.

You were so overwhelmed with the pleasure that you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. But she didn't need you to say it to know you were close; she could feel you tighten around her fingers in the most pleasant way possible.

She stopped marking your soft skin and brought her other hand to your throat, squeezing slightly, while her thumb was circling your clit in rhythm with her thrusts.

"Cum all over my fingers, don't hold back"

You came hard, in a white blur, seeing stars as your orgasm crashed in.

Amber continued to fuck you through your high, watching you with a lustful look in her eyes. She had waited so long for that. She had dreamt of it so many times, and now you were truly hers, looking oh so pretty coming undone under her.

When she pulled away, you had recovered enough to see her shove her fingers in her mouth and lick them clean, before leaning in to kiss you lovingly and untying your hands.

"Ready for round 2?" she asked with a smirk

"Fuck yeah" you replied, already taking off her shirt

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It had been almost a year since Amber and you were together, and only a few months since Stab 8 was released. Let's just say that you were thrilled to go to the movies together, and that you were terribly disappointed.

You both thought the movie was terrible.

"What are you doing?" you asked gently as you rolled over to your girlfriend, who was scribbling on a paper at the other end of her bed

"I was thinking... Maybe we could do our own Stab movie? Or at least do things to give the producers better ideas. What do you think?"

"What do you have in mind?"

She gave you a slight smirk as she turned to you and exposed her plan.

"So let me get this straight; you want to kill your friend to force her sister -the daughter of Billy Loomis- to come back here, and then kill everybody and blame it on her?"

"That's the idea" she replied, visibly excited "Are you in?"

You sighed and shook your head.

"What wouldn't I do for you, huh?" you smiled and cupped her cheeks to place a soft kiss on her lips "Are you sure we have to kill Tara though? She's my favorite out of all your friends... And if she dies her sister won't necessarily come back"

"You're right! So we just attack her then. Or I just attack her, I don't want to force you into hurting/killing people. I'll do the killing, and you'll make the calls if you want" she offered

"I don't want to let you do all the dirty stuff..."

"Don't worry about that, baby"

She smiled and kissed you again, this time pushing you into the mattress, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping a hand into your underwear with a smirk.

"I don't mind doing the dirty stuff"

Surprisingly, so far, everything went as planned; Amber attacked Tara, her sister cam back to Woodsboro, and the killing spree was continuing. The only thing that wasn't planned on was Sam's boyfriend, but he was just another pawn to kill.

"You ready babe?" Amber asked, adjusting her mask "I kill Judy and Wes, and then I'll go to the hospital to attack Tara and you"

"Don't forget to slash my arm -not too hard if possible!"

You helped her, and pressed your lips at the top of the black mouth of the Ghostface mask as a good luck kiss.

Once again, nothing went wrong. Until the moment where Amber was supposed to slash your arm.

When Tara saw Ghostface behind you, you turned around, just as planned, and lifted your arms up to 'protect' yourself. But instead of feeling the blade on your arm, you felt it sink in your stomach.

Your eyes widened, and you tried to kick her away, a hand on your wound to stop the bleeding.

Why did she do that? you thought, grabbing Tara's wheelchair to head to the elevator. That's not the plan!

Before you could reach it, you got thrown into the nearest wall, hitting your head hard against it.

The shock had the world spinning around you; you struggled to stand properly.

Ghostface took that opportunity to make Tara fall of her wheelchair and was ready to stab her when Sam and Dewey arrived.

You were waiting for Amber to come to the hospital after a nurse called her to warn her you had been hurt. You had so many questions.

When she finally arrived, she looked concerned, worried. She wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

"What happened?" she asked

"I don't know, you tell me. You were supposed to slash my arm, not stab me in the stomach...!" you whisper-shouted

"It wasn't me, Y/n..."

You blinked, and pulled away to look at her, confused.

"Fuck you mean it wasn't you...?"

"I couldn't make it to the hospital in time, my car broke down... I never would've hurt you baby..."

She hugged you tighter after saying this.

"If it wasn't you... there's another Ghostface in town..." you whispered

"That's a bad thing for our plan..."

"Not necessarily... If they get caught, we can get away with the previous killings. The police will think they did it too... And we'll be out of suspicions!"

"Yeah but what about our big finale...?"

"Well have to pass on that, I'm sorry my love... But think about it, we'll be the first Ghostface to have survived!"

"You're right baby, both of us living is better than having our ending"

She smile and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Hm... It can't be Tara, that's for sure. I don't it's Sam either, or Chad"

"So that leaves Mindy and Liv..."

"And Sam's boyfriend, don't forget about him"

"You’re right, I don’t like him. He didn’t give me a good vibe"

You nod at her words.

"What do we do now? Do we still throw the party?"

"Yeah. If the other Ghostface is a Stab fan too, he’d never miss the occasion to recreate the og party in Stu Macher’s house"

Amber drove you to her house and you both got ready for the party. You had already stolen Tara's spare inhaler when you were in her room before being attacked, so you were sure she would come to Amber's.

And as expected, half an hour after the party begun, Sam, Richie and her came. Your girlfriend dismissed everyone else, and led Tara upstairs to look for her inhaler, leaving you with Sam and Richie.

Mindy was in the living-room, you heard her talk to Liv a few minutes ago, and Chad should be near too.

Sam received a phone call, and Richie walked towards the living-room. You decided to follow him, pretexting you had to rest.

"I'm gonna get some beer, anyone wanna come with me?" he asked after you sat next to Mindy

"No, but you were right to ask!" she replied, her eyes not leaving the tv screen

So he went to the basement alone while you stayed with Mindy watching Stab. When the scene of Randy being attacked arrived, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

While Mindy was busy screaming at Randy to turn around, you looked behind you, just in case.

Ghostface was behind Mindy, ready to stab her. You pulled her away from the knife right before she could get hurt badly, but her shoulder got slashed anyways.

You both screamed, hoping to get the others' attention while you tried to fight the killer. He managed to corner Mindy. You grabbed the lamp next to the sofa and slammed it on his head.

He didn't seem to like it, and punched you in the stomach, reopening your wound. You grunted in pain and pressed a hand on your bleeding stomach.

You were about to come at him again when Sam entered the room, scaring him away. You looked at each other and rush to Mindy, to make sure she was okay. She lost a lot of blood and passed out in Sam's arms.

A scream behind you made you jump. Amber and Tara just came downstairs. Sam opened her mouth to say something but got cut off by a sound of glass breaking; Richie was back, and just dropped his beers.

"Oh my god!" he said

"Where were you?" Sam asked him

"I was getting mor beer!"

"You went to the basement alone?" you girlfriend asked

"I asked them to come with me and they said no!" he replied, gesturing toward Mindy and you

"I was with Tara, and Y/n was with Mindy but the rest of you were wondering around. One of you is the fucking killer!" Amber spat

Liv suddenly barged into the room, looking panicked, hands covered in blood.

"Why is there blood on your hands?" Sam asked her

Liv looked down at her hands and seemed even more panicked.

"I- I found Chad..."

"Chad?"

"He's... he's..."

"You're the killer...!" Richie said

"No I-"

She looked at everyone in the room, seeking support, but neither of you knew if you could trust her.

"I'm not the fucking killer!" she finally yelled

"I know."

You all turned to Richie as he pulled out a gun and shot Liv in the head.

You felt someone grab your hand and drag you away as another gunshot resonated in the room. Amber pulled you upstairs, to her parents' room.

"Are you okay? God, you're bleeding again..."

She started looking for something to bandage you up with, but you stopped her.

"We don't have time, we need to kill him before he can do his speech about his motive, or he'll say that he didn't do the first killings..."

"But-"

"I'm okay, I promise" you reassured her "Let's just make it quick and I'll be fine"

She looked at you hesitantly for a second, before nodding and coming back next to you to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"What do we do now?" she asked

"Do you know where your dad hides his gun?"

Fortunately for the two of you, Sam stabbed Richie to death before he could say anything about another killer, after Amber shot him in the chest.

You made it to act 4, just like Jill Roberts 11 years ago. But you weren't going to screw everything up like she did, no.

And that's how you became the first Ghostface to get away with it, to make it to act 5.

[misshoneyimhome]

You’re newest oneshot left me dead in a good way it was so hot and him being a cheeky shit saying that they probably heard her being loud. If requests are open, can I submit a request about trying anal for the first time and celebrating his new contract a new series of firsts for both.

Well, as long as it's in a good way bb! 😉

Sooo, this was definitely a first time for me to write about 😉 So I do hope I managed to get it out in a good way 🤍 However, I wasn't sure if you meant it was the first time for them both; so I just went with it 🌺

I did though get carried away a bit, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes or weird phrases 🙈 Additionally I also used this request ~ and tried to stick to the storyline, however, I'm sorry if I repeat myself too much - please do let me know 🙃

Anyway, If you like it, I’ll see you all in church *hell* 💦

Please enjoy 🤍

Warnings; where to begin... 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected sex (p in v); cum inside; cum licking/sucking?; fingering; anal toy, anal fingering; protected anal sex; did I forget anything?

[the 🌶️ is for more explicit content]

Word count; 5.5K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt V I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌶️

Describing your relationship with William Nylander as having a substantial amount of sex would be an understatement.

Not only did he introduce you to various ways of experiencing pleasure and engaging in sexual intimacy, where both giving and receiving pleasure created an exhilarating connection, but he also proved to be an exceptional lover, partner, and boyfriend.

William expressed abundant love and affection, making you feel incredibly comfortable in your own skin as the two of you explored each other's bodies. His presence instilled confidence in you, and you reciprocated the exploration, discovering your deepest desires.

In the process, you found yourself engaging in activities you never thought you would, and despite feeling a bit dirty, each new experience left you with a sense of empowerment. It was akin to reading a romantic novel, where the once innocent larva transforms into a beautiful butterfly.

However, your romantic narrative wasn't solely about innocence; it was laced with hot passion and intense, raw sex. Similar to the hidden, steamy books many women keep in their bedside tables, your reality with William involved fulfilling those fantasies and more.

In your world, William brought those fantasies to life, and reciprocally, you did the same for him. Just the day before, you showed him just how good you could be for him. How good your mouth could work his length as he spilled himself into your warmth. And you’d drink all of him as you made him reach his climax again and again.

You’d celebrated William's new contract both with his family and then in private. And as the night had unfolded and left both of you content after moments of mind blown sex, William, once again returned to the loving boyfriend and broached a significant topic.

The prospect of moving in together.

For William, this step felt natural, almost expected, given the amount of time you spent at his place. To him, it seemed more practical for you both to share a home rather than maintaining separate spaces, especially since you were rarely at your own anymore.

However, for you, it carried more weight. William was your second serious relationship, following and including your high school sweetheart. And despite the growth and independence you had achieved since then, moving in together felt like such a mature, adult decision.

You had established your independence, secured a good job and your own place. You enjoyed the feeling of being a strong and independent woman, breaking free from the chains your ex had once held around you. Yet, your relationship with William had made things take a turn.

His demanding career, coupled with the unique lifestyle of being associated with the Toronto Maple Leafs, shifted your daily routine. Now, your friends were mainly the wives and girlfriends of the Leafs players, and hockey dominated your life with game nights, travel plans, and brunch dates.

Your world had turned upside down. Even maintaining a regular work schedule became challenging amidst late nights and quick trips to away games. Which also led to you finding yourself spending a substantial amount of time at William's place, making it more convenient to be together.

And tonight was no exception, as the Leafs faced off against the Sharks at the Scotiabank Arena. Proudly donning the #88 jersey among the other partners of the players, you cheered on the Leafs, celebrating their dominating 7-1 victory.

After the players completed their media obligations and changed back into their post-game outfits, William quickly sought you out, pulling you into his arms for a deep kiss.

"Min älskling," he whispered sweetly, expressing his affection.

It was one of those tender moments that showcased your love for each other, much like the other couples in the room. However, as romantic as it was, you were aware of how quickly the atmosphere could shift when you were alone.

William's eyes, filled with the excitement of the great win, locked onto yours. Feeling the tension building between your legs from his firm touches with his arms around your waist, you knew it was time to cut the conversation short.

And soon, you found yourselves on the way back to William's condo.

His arms remained around you as you rode the lift to his floor. As you entered the condo, his mouth found yours without hesitation, and William effortlessly picked you up, carrying you to the open kitchen – a place where you’d often shared heated, intimate moments before turning in for the night.

Seated on the dining table, you let his tongue explore your mouth, his hands roaming every inch of your soft skin as he slowly began to undress you. Simultaneously, you didn't let him remain fully clothed either.

Clothing items were discarded and tossed aside on the floor as you passionately kissed, stealing breaths from each other as you were deeply devoted.

“Willy,” you managed to moan between the eager kisses. “Fuck me…”

And he fully intended to do so.

But first, he'd indulge in his late-night snack. Bending down between your bare legs, his mouth came close to your needy heat. His lips planted hungry kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you and devilishly slowly building up pleasure.

And as your impatience got the better of you, your hand found his long blonde locks, gently tugging them to pull him a little closer.

A smirk formed on William’s lips as he sensed your growing desperation, but he didn't keep you waiting. Licking up your folds, he tasted your sweet honey, and the soft moans escaping your mouth only encouraged him further. Using his skilled mouth, he explored your core, licking and sucking your sweet, sensitive flesh. And as he heard your moans gradually growing louder, felt your heels digging into the back of his shoulders, he knew he could easily bring you to your first climax.

Then adding two of his large fingers to the equation, he eased them into your warmth while his mouth devoted itself to your clit. And only with several pumps of his curled digits, your moans called out William's name in between heavy breaths and deep, husky tones.

“Oh yes! Willy, I’m coming.”

And William had no doubt as your juices sprayed and coated his fingers, as well as moisturising his moustache.

“Mmm, tastes so good, baby,” he murmured into your cunt, as his fingers pumped slowly, guiding you down from the high, before carefully retreating them and licking them clean. His eyes gazed up at you, while yours met his in an intense moment.

“Please, I need you in me,” you found yourself pleading, and William couldn't contain his amusement as he rose from his position. With eyes still locked, he removed the last piece of clothing, freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

Your sweet whimper enchanted him, and with no more foreplay needed, William pulled you to the very edge of the table. He lined the tip of his member with your pulsating entrance and eased himself in.

Deep moans harmonised as he filled your depth, your walls hugging him tightly. Your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, letting your lips get moist from your own essence, and your tongue sensually licking his lips as you tasted yourself.

William held a firm grip on your thighs as he began rocking his hips, his length stimulating your walls with every motion. And your foreheads came to rest against each other, sharing breaths as his thrusts grew harder and deeper, eliciting small cries from you.

“Yes… Fuck, Willy… feels so good,” you whimpered as his cock touched your very back and hit a highly sensitive spot.

“Yeah, baby… your pussy is like made for me…” he moaned in return, the clenching of your muscles bringing him closer to climax.

It was passionate and lustful. Every pound became more eager, and as William felt your nails digging into the back of his neck, he knew you were about to reach your second orgasm. 

He knew your body so well. Knowing exactly how to hit at what speed, and what angle to make you moan so sweetly. And he loved every bit of it. He loved it so much, it could bring himself to climax, sooner rather than later. 

Then increasing his speed, letting his skin slam against yours, both your moans grew louder. Sweat formed on your skin, letting the intense heat fill the condo's air as sounds of sex echoed.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come….” You cried as his thrusts became overwhelming, your walls clenching, and your mind growing hazy.

“Yes, baby, I’m gonna come with you.”

And with deep grunts, both of you arched back and let the orgasms course through your bodies. Ecstasy filled your minds as visions became blurry, and William spilled his seed into the depth of your warmth.

As always, it was skilled, perhaps a bit quick, yet also intense for both of you.

Almost frozen in your position, William gently withdrew his member, watching as his cum slowly dripped from your tight space. And he couldn't help himself.

It was so hot. Seeing how he claimed you as his with his liquids, he then used two fingers to trace up your folds, collecting some of the sticky mixed fluids. And with a dark glare, he locked eyes with you, a smirk forming on his lips as he brought his fingers to your mouth.

“Open,” he commanded in his rough voice. And you did as told.

Letting your lips slowly part, slightly sticking out your tongue, you allowed him to put his coated digits into your mouth. You tasted the sweet and salty mix, circling your tongue around his fingers as you sucked him completely clean. Maintaining a sensual look in your eyes, you watched as William let out a small gasp. 

This was hotter than he thought it would be.

He had to gulp as he slowly pulled out his fingers, and you made sure to let your lips feel every inch of them. “Fucking good girl…” was all he managed to whisper roughly.

And slowly, the two of you came out of the euphoric state, and with satisfied smiles across your lips, you retreated to the bathroom to clean up before tucking in under the covers.

Amidst soft lights in the bedroom, you couldn’t help but lie in comfortable silence, gazing at each other as you admired one another.

As you delicately traced his handsome facial features with your fingers, gently stroking them across his gorgeous pink lips, William then broke the silence.

“You’re so fucking hot… you know that, right?”

His voice was low and husky, his eyes darting from side to side as he studied every little detail of your face.

“You’re not too shabby yourself,” you chuckled lightly, but William wasn’t joking around.

His smile was wide, and his eyes sparkled in the dimmed lights, as he couldn’t help but adore you.

“What’s on your mind baby?”

You withdrew your hand and let your head rest on your arm as you offered William a soft smile.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“…many things - like about why you like me so much,” you let out a soft sigh, a smile still on your face as you gently bit down on your lower lip, your eyes darting down into the sheets before looking back up at him. “And if you’re actually serious about me…”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he inquired with a concerned expression.

“I don’t know… I guess I just… can’t help but wonder… if you really feel completely satisfied with me?”

It was a question you’d been pondering for a little while now. Despite William often providing solid evidence of how he felt towards you, you still had a small amount of doubt - perhaps a fear that he was only interested in you for a short while before he got bored. That he was feeling lonely, and you’d been there for some time now and he’d just want someone around all the time. 

But that was nowhere near the truth. William was sure of his feelings for you. Given that he wasn’t a type to overthink anything, he honestly just went with his gut feeling.

“What do you mean? Of course, I feel satisfied,” William let out a soft chuckle. What had you thinking like that, he thought.

“Well, I was just wondering… that maybe, there were still some things… you know, you’d want to do… sexually – that maybe, you didn’t feel like you could do with me?” Your voice unwillingly trembled a tad as you spoke the words. Though you knew he was your boyfriend and there was nothing to fear, you felt slightly nervous. 

“Like what?”

“You know… like tonight, when you stuck your fingers in my mouth – I mean it was hot, definitely… but it just had me thinking that maybe there were still more things we haven’t tried – you know, fantasies you might want to explore?”

Though your questioning was primarily aimed at understanding William's needs, it equally reflected your own curiosity. You had sensed that William often hinted at his desires but not really speaking openly about them, almost as if he was holding back.

“Hmm...” he started softly, his eyes looking down as he pressed his lips together, pondering whether to share his thoughts or not.

“Willy, you can tell me…” you spoke softly as his eyes met yours again.

But he simply shook his head. “No, baby… I’m completely satisfied as it is.”

However, he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Come on, I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head…”

And William knew you wouldn’t let it go until he let you in on what he’d been fantasising about for a while now.

“Well, there is something…” he spoke with a sly grin smeared across his lips, a little excited to see your reaction to his proposal. “We’ve touched on it a little, but I really want to…” His deep voice faded, his fingers tracing down your body, gently feeling your skin as his palm caressed your buttocks before he let his fingers slip between your cheeks and gently nudged your tight entrance furthest behind. “… feel myself inside you… here.”

A small gasp escaped your lips as you heard his idea. Yet, for some unknown reason, you were rather intrigued. Licking your lips, you studied his face as you enjoyed his finger gently poking your tight hole.

“Oh…” you breathed out lightly. “Well… Uhm.” You gave yourself a moment to think, though a part of you already knew the answer. And curiosity once again got the better of you. “Okay.” 

You were surprised by your own voice speaking, your mind quickly agreeing to his suggestion, though it was way out of your comfort zone. And William seemed equally surprised.

Withdrawing his hand, he repositioned himself a little and looked intensely at you.

“Wait… seriously?”

And you couldn’t help but chuckle a little, as his reaction to your reaction was slightly amusing.

“Why not… we’ve done so many other things – why not this?”

William couldn’t really believe it at first. What had he turned you into? You were definitely no longer the innocent girl he’d met and shown new territories. But he liked it. You were amazing how you let yourself into curiosity. And most importantly, you wanted to do it all with him.

“Well alright then… but not tonight – let’s do it another night.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, as you then repositioned as well, with confidence you rose and straddled his hips, prompting him onto his back and gazing seductively down at him. “Guess this is going to be an interesting celebration week.”

**

And it most definitely was an interesting week.

Following the loss against the Islanders Thursday night in New York, William was looking forward to coming home to you again. Well, at least home to his own place, where he knew you’d be. Arriving during the night, he simply admired your figure tangled up in his bedsheets before he too surrendered to the night, a smile on his lips as he thought about your plans for the following evening. 

While he’d been away, you’d done everything to prepare yourself for the Friday night.

You'd done research about the various ways to prepare yourself for the new activity you and William would explore. Mentally, you thought about what to expect—the possible pain and the pleasure.

You’d read about the dos and don'ts, understanding that reality wasn’t exactly equivalent to porno. So, real-life experiences were sought, and you felt confident in yourself. Having gotten to know your body a lot better over the past few months it had bolstered your self-confident.

Furthermore, you trusted William.

Though he hadn't experienced it himself, he felt confident too. He’d only tried one attempt with a girl in a casual friends-with-benefits relationship, where the encounter turned out to be somewhat unpleasant for both, and they couldn't go through with it. However, with you, he wanted to try again, taking it slow and creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere. While he hadn't delved into research as much as you, he ensured he was prepared. He wanted you to have the best experience possible.

And as William's training drew to a close, and he made his way home, he sensed a slow build-up of nerves. Which was an unusual feeling for him when it came to sex. However, since this was new for both of you, he wasn't entirely the experienced one this time.

Meanwhile at home, you were trying everything to keep yourself relaxed. Reassuring yourself that it wasn't a big deal—many people did this all the time, right? Yet, it was still a bit nerve-wracking. It was a territory you'd never even discussed with your girlfriends, and you hadn't really tried anything similar before.

So, you decided to enjoy a cup of tea to calm your nerves. 

And when William returned home, you swiftly embraced each other, not bothering with too much talk before finding yourselves in the dimmed lights of your bedroom. You had tried to make it nice and cosy, even preparing with a towel just in case of an emergency.

As you and William were together in bed you felt yourself slowly relax. His warm body against yours, lips connected in soft and gentle motions, tongues dancing sensually. The soothing smell of candlelight filled the air as you eased into the sexual pleasure.

Naked under the duvet, you calmed more and more with each deep kiss. William's fingers slowly explored your heat, gently circling your clit before he entered two of his thick fingers, as he wanted to make sure you felt good. Loosen yourself into his touch as he carefully pumped his digits and stimulated your walls.

And as he worked your tense muscles, you let the pleasure slowly take over, coursing through every vein. You felt an orgasm cloud your mind, filling it with dopamine. William felt how the high made you clench around him, and as you slowly came down, he sensed your tense muscles relax.

“You’re okay, baby?” William's low, husky voice softly echoed in your ears as he broke the kiss and gently pulled out his fingers.

“Mmm…” you nodded, flashing him a sweet smile.

“And you're sure you want to do this?”

You couldn’t help but offer him a light chuckle as you gently stroked your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Willy, I’m sure… just… go slow.”

The way William was so relaxed had made you relaxed too.

“Of course, baby… and you tell me to stop if that’s what you want,” his voice came out slightly serious. He didn’t want you to do something you deeply didn’t desire, nor would he risk hurting you.

“Willy, I’m good,” you grinned sweetly, biting down on your lower lip as you gazed up at him. “Actually, I’m a bit… excited.”

And that seemed to reassure him enough. With a gentle nod and a sly grin, William then pulled away from you, kneeled between your legs as he leaned over to the nightstand where he had a small butt plug ready, as well as a small tube of lube.

You watched him intensely as he took hold of the little bottle, coating his two digits he’d just used inside your cunt. Then, he hovered over you again, one arm supporting him next to your head while the other gently traced up between your ass cheeks.

You couldn’t help but let out a light gasp as you felt the cold lube touch your skin, but you did your best to maintain control of your breaths as William’s middle finger gently poked against your tight hole.

And very carefully, he pushed it in, his eyes still locked onto yours as he observed your reaction.

Soft moans escaped your lips. It was a strange feeling, good, but strange. The way his finger slowly eased in, stretching your entrance, was an odd sensation that had you feeling a new form of pleasure.

“Is this alright, baby?”

With a light 'yes,' you reassured him once more, encouraging him to keep moving. He took his time, pumping his finger as he watched you whimper and focused on your breathing.

Then delicately, William tried to add his second finger, making sure his motions were patient and slow. He let his two digits stretch you a little further, and a louder moan escaped you this time. The way his fingers stimulated your ass was slowly becoming a little overwhelming.

“Is this good?”

“Yes, Willy… shit, it feels good,” you panted.

Slightly surprised by your own words, you moaned softly and let sweet cries escape, feeling a rush of pleasure slowly forming. It wasn’t like the usual way an orgasm would build up, yet it did feel really good.

“Baby, let me put the toy in you, and I’ll take good care of you.”

With a soft nod and a deep breath, you relaxed your body and William carefully pulled out his fingers. Then, he leaned over again, grabbed the little metal plug with a small fake diamond to make it look cute, coated it with a good layer of lube, before he gently placed it by your entrance.

“Ready?” he inquired; his eyes locked onto yours as you gave him acceptance. You noticed yourself briefly holding your breath as he let the toy slowly slip into you yet surrendering to the pleasure of the cold metal.

“Oh… fuck,” you breathed out.

William couldn’t help but express a smile, quickly gazing down as he saw the silver disappear into your hole. It was more than just a turn on for him. He felt his hard cock throbbing just by the mere thought of feeling himself inside you.

But he remained patient and controlled. And as the toy was all the way in, William then came back into missionary, kissing you again to make sure you were feeling good and calm with the new toy.

And you most definitely did. It was stimulating you in a whole new way.

Then, still with your lips connected, William lined his member with your heat and slowly eased himself into your core. Your juices provided him with a good amount of lubricant, mixed with the lube from the butt plug.

“Fuck…” he heavily breathed out. “Oh shit, baby, I can feel it inside you.”

However, you were unable to respond. Feeling William filling you up with his cock, coupled with the little metal in your ass, had you seeing stars. And as he then began to rock his hips, gently and controlled, you couldn’t contain your louder moans.

It was beyond intense. William’s cock alone could normally hit you so perfectly; however, with the butt plug in your other hole, you were feeling more than just pleasure. This was a different kind of high you were about to reach.

“Yes, baby… God! You feel so fucking incredible…” William moaned along your sweet sounds, as he thrusted into you. “Shit, I’m gonna need you to come for me, baby… show me how good I make you feel.”

Though the dirty talk seemed to come naturally to him, William also felt the need to make sure you were feeling the comfort and pleasure like he was, ensuring you'd come at least one more time, before he could move on. 

And he did not have to say much more. Holding a tight grip onto his shoulders, you let out cries, indicating you were so close to an orgasm. Feeling the intensity on your two holes being stimulated, it did not take much longer for you to almost scream out his name, letting your mind go completely foggy as you came.

“Oh Willy…” you whimpered softly, feeling his shaft softly pounding a few more times as you calmed down from your intense high. “Shit, that felt good.”

William was feeling rather satisfied with the results so far; however, he was also becoming more eager to have himself inside your ass.

So, with a few more seconds to make you both regain your breaths, he then slowly pulled out his cock, making you feel a void as he gently toyed with the little piece of metal.

“You think you can handle me, älskling?”

And with an excited nod, you bit down on your lip again, watched him intensely as you took in another deep breath and relaxed so he could slowly pull out the butt plug.

“Oh,” you moaned as you felt it stretch you once more, your hands finding the sheets to grab a hold onto. 

Then, with the toy completely out, William tossed it aside, again reached over to the bedside table, finding the condom package and the bottle of lube, and skilfully wrapped himself up, giving the latex an extra coat of lubricant.

“Alright,” he spoke dark and husky, as he again came to lean his body over you. “Just breathe and relax. We’ll go slow, and you tell me if it hurts.”

"Yes," you managed to exhale, feeling the tip of his cock against your ass.

Raising your lower half slightly to provide better access, William tried to ease himself in very slowly, almost agonisingly so. Only allowing the tip to barely enter, he observed you squirming beneath him, your nails digging into his skin as you attempted to control your breath.

He then retracted just a little before gradually pushing further, allowing more of his length to slip inside. 

"Fuck!" he erupted with a loud, raw moan. "You're so tight, baby!"

The intensity was overwhelming, overstimulating for both of you as your moans synchronised, resonating through the air. And in a matter of seconds, William was completely in, stretching your hole with his hard member.

A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, not a result of pain but sheer pleasure as William filled you up. And as he stared directly at you in search for any hints of discomfort, you flashed him a gentle smile and reassurance. 

"Willy..." you whimpered softly, your breath catching. "You can move."

Your eyes remained locked as he delicately withdrew before pushing back in again. And slowly, he established a gentle rhythm, allowing the lube to coat his member as he swayed his hips, stimulating your ass.

You couldn't stifle your moans as this new wave of pleasure built up, your hands moving eagerly from the sheets to his shoulders to his hair, tugging on it as William pounded into you.

"God, baby, you take me so good," praises slipped off his tongue.

And he knew he wasn't going to last long. The muscles were a lot tighter than he was used to from your cunt, pushing him quicker toward his climax. His palms gripped tightly onto the sheets beside you, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he kept thrusting. His movements gradually became a little harder and quicker.

"Fuck... shit... oh, baby... fuck."

A series of curse words were shouted as William maintained a steady motion. And you couldn't even articulate coherent words any longer. Only deep breaths and loud moans escaped you, and air was emptied from your lungs as your eyes rolled back in your head.

"Willy... I'm... gon... Mmmm come..." you managed to blurt out in between cries and whimpers, feeling your climax about to peak.

And as William felt himself right on the edge as well, he couldn't control his hard thrusts and deep grunts any longer. 

"Yes, baby... come with me..."

One of his hands forcefully grabbed onto the headboard of the bed as he now too cried out. On the brink of climax, ecstasy coursing through his mind, body, and soul. And as William felt your opening clench around him, as you moaned out his name in the purest sense of an intense orgasm, he then too, let himself surrender to the rush. Spilling his seed into the latex as a string of curse words and groans escaped his lips amid praises.

What felt like an eternity of a high rush was merely a few seconds, perhaps almost a minute, where the two of you were completely stunned. William's cock still buried inside you as you both slowly came out of the euphoric state of mind. Your legs trembled as you regained consciousness, your sight clearing as you felt your heated bodies share sweat and vibrations.

Breaths were deep and heavy, both of you finding your way back to reality.

And slowly, very slowly, William pulled out his shaft. Your ass felt sore and stretched, yet your body still lingered from the intense pleasure.

Smiles adorned your lips, and William took a few silent seconds to study your face, making sure you were feeling okay.

He rested his forehead against yours, sharing light chuckles before connecting your lips in a soft and tender kiss, ensuring the atmosphere remained romantic and sincere.

"You're feeling good?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Willy, that was incredible," you reassured him with a sweet smile. And again, you both waited a few more seconds, sharing a quick kiss, before untangling from the position.

Feeling beyond excited and satisfied, you took your time to clean up in the shower, softly and gently washing each other as you shared kisses and heartfelt giggles.

After all, William was a master at aftercare. 

And as you retreated to the bed, he made sure to snuggle and cuddle with all his love.

"You're alright, baby?"

"Yes, Willy, you don't have to keep asking," you giggled as you rested your head on his chest.

"Sorry, I just want to make sure it was good for you too," he glanced down at you with an arm resting behind his head and a smile across his handsome face.

"It was, baby," you gently leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips before returning to rest on his broad torso, his hand softly stroking your hair while a brief, comfortable silence settled between you.

"Will you stay here tomorrow? Until the game," his husky voice softly spoke, his eyes sparkling in the soft lights of your bedroom.

“Mmm, yes - but I might have to go by my own place during the day,” you flashed him a content grin.

“Why’s that?”

You leaned up a little, stretching your arms as you looked down at him with a soft smirk.

“Well, I have to go home and… collect some stuff, you know… if I have to be here for a little longer,” you couldn’t contain your amusement as William slowly came to realise what you were saying.

“Wait… so that’s a yes?” He chuckled.

“Mmm,” you nodded with a wide smile. “But I’m not sure if I’ll give up my apartment just yet… I want to do this right, Willy, and for me, that just means taking things a little slow…”

“Of course, baby, whatever you need,” William smiled as he gently sat up and connected your lips in a tender kiss. His hand finding the back of your hair, pulling you close to him, before swiftly retreating again. “Hang on… so anal sex was what had you make up your mind?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden exclamation.

“Hmm, I suppose - I mean, you’ve literally seen every part of me now.”

William’s grin grew a little wider.

“Well then I guess I should have suggested it sooner.”

With playful banter and shared laughter, you and William continued to bask in the afterglow of your intimate moment. And as the night progressed, you found comfort in each other's arms, exchanging sweet whispers and tender kisses. The condo became a haven for your shared secrets, desires, and newfound closeness.

And the next morning, as the alarm set off, you woke up entwined with William. The previous night's passion had created a deeper connection between you two, and the sense of intimacy lingered in the air. 

With William then heading to morning skates, you took the opportunity to visit your place and gather a few more items than usual. And returning to his condo, you discovered he had made space for your belongings in his closet and bathroom. A wide smile adorned your face as you left your new home, eager to watch him play in the upcoming home game later that night.

[fanfiction4sooya]

Hiii!!

May I request top Jennie using dub reader as her little fuck toy, or something like that

Like with Jennie being a top I mean degrading the reader and riding the readers face

Thank you bby 🫶🏻

I am sorry for answering these just now after months... I'll do my best to write the requests I had before the hiatus thing. That being said... I hope you like this one. 💖💖💖 (ps: i'm getting back to writing just now so this isn't my best work of all times lol)

cw: humiliation, face slapping, face sitting, fingering, gagging, age gap, power imbalance, face fucking, not proof read, etc.

You were finally at the place you were supposed to be.

Alright, okay, it was an internship but it was an internship at the design department of Chanel. That basically meant you could only climb further to the top, and nothing and no one could stand in your way.

It was your third week and everything was going smoothly... sort of.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you quickly answered.

"Hello, is this the Chanel intern speaking?" You heard your best friend's voice and smiled.

"Yes it is" You sounded way too cocky but that was the fun of it. "Is this the new Versace intern speaking?" You asked and Ning exploded in a mix of screams and laughter.

"hell yes it is!" You guys briefly spoke about a few matters until she finally popped the question you were waiting. "So... did you meet my sister there?"

"I already know your sister from your house" You rolled your eyes.

"yes but here you only met Jennie" She said. "In there she is Ms. Kim, CEO and head of the department. Believe me, I know the difference."

"I know, I know..." You took a sip of your coffee in your desk on the lobby of Jennie's office. "Of course we met, I am basically her assistant" You sounded defeated.

"Why the sad voice? Is she giving you a hard time?" Ning sounded concerned and you pouted a bit.

"I think she is trying to state that it's not because me and you are friends that she is going to treat me any different..." You were interrupted by the sound of her private elevator. "Gotta go!" You immediately hang up, getting up to wait for her by the door.

As soon as it opened you felt your heart drop. Jennie was everything you aimed to be, had everything you wanted to have. Of course she didn't spare you a glance and of course that made her feel even more alluring to you.

"Good morning, Ms Kim" You bowed and she handed you her bag and coat, going straight to her office and shutting the door off. You took a deep breath, the perfume on her coat being the most inebriating thing you've ever felt in your life. Of course you knew it was not just her perfume, but her natural scent as well.

🌸🌸🌸.

The afternoon went smoothly, you two went to one meeting and that was it. Jennie let you go alone to your place of work to finish a few documents for her as she went to check a few things.

You got back and went straight to work, knowing very well she hated when you delayed anything she asked you to do. She commanded everything with an iron fist.

As you worked you could see the expensive coat hanging from the corner of your eye. It was so beautiful and smooth and... it smelled like her. It was as if you were in a daydream, you could feel yourself walking but with no real thought in mind, reaching it but not really minding that you were still inside the building and that she was there too.

You stopped in front of the huge mirror in front of her office, she loved looking at herself and you knew exactly why. She was perfect. You wanted to be like her.

You tried the black fur coat over your tight outfit, a baby pink mini skirt and matching blazer over a white button up.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, engulfed in her perfume, her scent, imagining how it would feel being her for a whole day, feeling the coat as if you were feeling your own skin in an almost erotic motion, up and down; But it wasn't your own self you were lingering to touch. You wanted to feel her, touch her.

"Having fun?" Her voice felt like a bucket of cold water, not only alerting you to what you just did but scaring the hell out of you.

"Ms Kim, I-" You stuttered and she raised her perfect hand in a 'Stop talking" kind of motion. You swallowed your words, along with the tears threatening to escape your eyes.

She felt even more overpowering standing there with her eyes on you, her perfect posture and incredibly expensive suit did nothing to help your heart lower the crazy beating.

"Who gave you permission for that?" She said, slowly walking towards you, her gaze heavy on your already shaky body.

"I am sorry i just- I thought..." You tripped over your words as her eyes roamed over your figure. She scoffed.

"You thought?" She arched one perfect eyebrow. "I really didn't knew you were capable of such thing" Her voice was venomous and you lowered your gaze, pouting.

"I am sorry" You finally managed to say, starting to take off the coat.

"Keep it on" You stopped and she continued, grabbing your face between her fingers, her nails sinking in a bit. "I think we should play a little game" Her body was so close to yours your knees were almost giving up on holding your weight as her breath fanned over your lips. "You give me something good and I don't kick you out for touching what's mine" She scanned your beautiful face: red cheeks, furrowed eyebrows, closed eyes to avoid her cat like ones.

A single tear escaped your eyes as she rolled hers in annoyance.

"What should I give you, ma'am?" You asked but she shook her head, turning your face towards the mirror and you whimpered. She smiled, nearing her lips to your ear.

"What could a little dumb intern possibly give me that I don't already have?" She whispered and you felt goosebumps, watching your reflection on the mirror. You were pretty sure that was a wet dream of yours.

"Please..." Your hand held her wrist and she made you look into her eyes again. They were like a fire, slowly burning yours. "I will give you anything you want but please don't fire me" You gulped, feeling yourself getting wet. What she wanted crossed your mind and you really prayed you were correct.

"Anything?" She playfully said and you took her by surprise when your knees touched the floor, both hands on your thighs, lowering your eyes to her expensive shoes.

Of course the dom inside her saw the erotic side of kneeling when you did it, she just didn't think you'd be bold enough to do what you did next.

You reached for the button of her trousers and she followed your movements with her eyes, not moving to see until where you'd go. Your trembling hands unzipped them, and you pulled them down to her ankles, a drenched mess as you saw her lacy underwear visibly shining with wetness seeping trough.

You whimpered when she held your chin up, staring at your pleading demeanor with a smile forming on her lips.

"I could report you for sexual harassment right now" She said and you panicked a bit.

"Please don't..." Your eyes were full of tears now. She smiled even wider, her thumb caressing your lower lip.

Oh Jennie Kim... not just her eyes were a cat's, her actions were much like a feline's as well, playing with her prey before actually devouring it. Enjoying the despair on your face as she pushed the digit between your lips and you promptly sucked on it, rolling your tongue over it and closing your eyes.

She kicked her trousers off her ankles, taking you off of that trance when she pulled you by the hair so you would open your eyes.

"Tongue out" She commanded and you did what she said, whimpering and bawling your fists. "Unbutton your blouse" Your trembling hands did as she told and her eyes darkened by seeing your boobs and tummy. She spat on your tongue without warning, watching her saliva and yours trickle down to your boobs and chin. "Fuck"

Without saying any more words she pulled her panties to the side and mounted your face, lowering her pulsing cunt to your lips, feeling the vibrations of your moans against her core.

She tasted like heaven, her thick wetness made you roll your eyes as she held your head with both hands to grind better on your gorgeous face.

"I knew you had to be good for something" She growled, speeding up the pace so her clit could get stimulated faster as your nose bumped it.

The pleasure she felt was not only on the fact that you were so willing to give her good head, no; it was in the way you so willingly submitted to her. That was a dream of hers since the first time you entered her parent's house with her sister: short little skirt and a gullible expression, ready to be thrown around like a little doll.

But Jennie was a patient woman and of course she picked on your personality traits to realize you enjoyed being degraded , ignored and of course, coerced by the right person. That's why she put on some effort to have you under her eyes at all times, under her command.

You thought she was your obsession but little did you know she was the one obsessing over you.

"That's right, keep going" She said, rolling her hips against your lips. She saw in first hand how your pupils grew wider, your hands tempted to hold her by the ass so you could savor her better.

Suddenly she forcefully pulled you away by the hair, your hooded eyes and glistening face made her pride grow inside of her. You whined trying to get your face back where it belong.

"Please, more..." You were shaking, drooling like a mad animal.

You felt a sharp sting on your cheek and that made you clench, specially when Jennie kneeled in front of you to lick your cheek up and down until she stopped on your neck.

"Dumb little thing" She said, harshly sucking on your skin. "Do you want me back in your mouth, pup?" She said and you mewled, nodding. Another slap. "Use your words, slut" She held your hair by the nape so you'd look into her eyes.

"Yes ma'am, please let me lick you please please" You cried out, desperate to make her feel good. She smiled, pushing you to lay down as she pushed open your legs, a satisfied grin on her perfect lips.

"Oh, I knew you'd enjoy eating me out but you are soaked" she admired the wet patch on your panties, promptly pulling them from you. "Open your mouth" She commanded and you did as she told, feeling the fabric being pushed past your lips deep down almost in your throat. You gagged, gasping for air and she stopped. "Keep it there and don't you dare touch my hair" her voice was dangerous and you almost glued your hands to your sides.

She spread your pussy lips, admiring your hole and pretty pussy, spitting on it before giving it a tempting lick to taste you. Jennie nearly growled, latching her lips to your clit and your scream was muffled by the fabric in your mouth. You saw not only stars when she licked your slit next, humming upon feeling your taste.

Her nails dug in your thighs and you hissed, trembling a lot and making her smile against your wet pussy; Her tongue kept circling your clit and with not much effort she plucked two of her digits inside you to harshly thrust them up, quickly finding your gspot and rubbing it.

"I wanna hear you now" She got up to your face, puling the panties from your mouth and you gave her a relieved moan, your eyes full of tears as you felt her relentless pounding, knuckles deep inside you. "Such a good little slut" She said, finally kissing your lips.

Her lips felt delicious and you clenched when you managed to feel your taste on them, creaming on her fingers, rolling your eyes when her tongue didn't stop the assault on yours. She gave your tongue a harsh suck and you almost cried, hugging her against you, trying your best to feel her. You needed that woman; everything, anything.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears; she ws your best friend's big sister, the unapproachable Jennie Kim.

Oh you were fucked. So fucked.

Without stopping her fingers she got up enough to fully sit on your face in a 69 position and you could finally feel that heavenly taste again, moaning against her core and hooking your arms on her thighs to hold her down. Who cares if it was suffocating? You got the chance to make the Jennie Kim feel good, it was worth dying for it.

"god" You felt her mutter against your clit, humping your face full force, you could see her hole clenching and unclenching the more she moaned against you. "I'm gonna paint your pretty face with my cum" She said through gritted teeth and without much warning you came, melting under her, shaking like a leaf in the wind, going limp as she kept the relentless pace of staining your whole face with her juices while she came as well, that creamy liquid delicious against your lips and face.

You just laid there, taking whatever she wanted you to take as she kept humping, trembling on top of you, her breath heavy as she tried to recompose herself.

Without warning (again because of course she didn't need to tell you shit) she got up, dressing herself as you tried to do the same but you only managed to sit on your ankles, knees on the floor again. She collected your juices from her chin on her fingers, stretching her hand out to you and your foggy brain thought she was helping you get up.

"Don't be dumb" She said, rolling her eyes. "Clean my fingers, pup" You pouted, obeying. Your tongues swirled against her fingers as the two of you made eye contact, her dilated pupils following every move you made. "Enough" She said and you got back to positioning yourself on your knees, lowered head. "For a dumb little intern you are quite a fast learner" she held you by the chin. "I wonder who else you kneeled to" She said, annoyed by that thought.

Jennie let your face go, bending to get your panties from the floor.

"Keep the coat" Her eyes sparkled. "I'll keep these" She put it in her pocket as prize, taking a black card from it. "You are mine now" She handed you the card. "Buy more lingeries and nice outfits for you" Jennie said leaving to get in her office. "I still want a lot of things from you, pup" She said, closing her door and leaving you dumbfounded on the floor.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Family Doesn't Mean Blood

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Aww if steve and vixen settle down imagine them fostering or adopting a child. In their words "adoption helps a kid"

Summary: After being married to Steve for a few years, you're starting to think about expanding your family. The problem is, you can't have kids naturally. Well, is that a problem?

Cat and Mouse Masterlist

Squares Filled: planning a vacation (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Life has never been this good for you. What’s the fucking catch? You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop but it never comes. Why would it? You got married to the best person in the world, have an amazing job that lets you save people, have amazing friends who do what you do, and work on being healed from people who stripped you down and stole whatever was left of you.

It’s been a few years since you and Steve tied the knot, and you’ve never been happier. Marriage is and was something you never thought was in the cards for someone like you. Whatever Hydra did to you made you believe you were only good for killing someone and stealing what they couldn’t do on their own.

The celebrate your third anniversary, you and Steve are planning a vacation to a place you two have never been to before. There is a lot of ground on Earth to cover, but you want to go someplace raw and nature-filled. You can always hop on a plane and go to a touristy spot with a million other people, but you want to enjoy what nature has to offer and escape from the real world for a bit.

“How about Hawaii? I’ve never been there.”

“Too crowded. Everyone and their mother wants to go there.” Steve flips through a vacation brochure that Tony sent him in the mail. “What about Alaska? I’ve never been there. I know the cold won’t bother us.”

“How can it? You spent most of your life as a Capsicle.”

“Hey, you promised never to call me that.”

You know he’s joking based on his tone and the fat smile on his face. You walk over to him and kiss him tenderly to express your apologies.

“Alaska this time of year must be beautiful. We should go there.”

“Alaska it is, then.”

You and Steve packed for the icy vacation in Alaska, something you’re excited for. You’ve seen snow and experienced the cold winters of Siberia, but you’ve never actually enjoyed it. You want to experience being bundled up in front of the fireplace when there is snow falling outside.

The day of your flight comes sooner than you expected, so you and Steve head to the airport. A lot of people will recognize you but you’re flying first class so that might limit the amount of people you come into contact with. Tony offered his private jet but you like experiencing “normal” people things like going to the airport. It makes you feel more connected with the world if that makes sense.

You get to the airport and see a family get out of the taxi they ordered. It’s a family of four, and the two teenagers struggle to get their luggage out of the trunk. The teenage boy complains to his mom who heaves the luggage like some Super Mom. Steve sees the family but doesn’t say anything about it. You two head inside to check with security after getting your tickets at the front desk.

A young woman and her young son are at the very front of the line getting ready to go through the metal detectors. He’s a small toddler who doesn’t quite understand what is going on but he takes off his shoes per the instructions of TSA. He runs over to his mom and holds up his shoes.

“Here you go, Mommy.”

Seeing him tugs on your heartstrings. You look over at Steve who is watching the child. Something nags at you from the back of your mind from security all the way to the gate. There is some time to kill so you and Steve grab a quick bite at a cafe near the gate. A few tables down from you is a mother and father trying to feed their three very small children. They might be a bit older than newborns, and the parents scramble to get their bottles ready. Steve notices you staring at the family and nudges your side.

“Are you okay?”

“Never better.”

When you get on the plane, you notice a man who looks to be in his forties escorting his elderly father to his seat. The old man looks too old to do anything himself which is why his son is here helping him. Seeing these families makes you question your own, and you look at Steve who is reading the information booklet in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of him.

The flight to Alaska is a grueling eleven hours but you use the time to sleep and catch up on your books. Nothing can prepare someone for the harsh weather that is known in Alaska this time of year, but you once spent a winter in Siberia that was -60 degrees, so this is honestly nothing. Steve spent seventy years in the ice so this cold doesn't bother him either.

The hotel you’re staying in is more like a housing lodge with a bunch of different cabins located around a major lake in Alaska. While Steve is checking in at the front desk, you’re sitting in the lobby waiting for him to be done. A small child runs up to you holding a cookie and she raises her hand to give it to you.

“Oh, hello,” you smile.

“Hi. This is for you.”

You take the cookie, unsure where her mother is. Seconds later, you hear someone calling for her.

“Lily! There you are. You don’t go up to strangers like that.” She walks over and grabs her arm. “I’m sorry.”

“I gave her a cookie, Momma!”

“It’s okay, honestly.” Lily leaves with her mother just as Steve comes back. “She gave me a cookie.”

Steve chuckles and leads you to one of the lodges on the lake. It’s private, big, secluded, and very beautiful. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You arrived in Alaska late so the only thing you’re doing today is relaxing. The sun is already setting and the snow is starting to fall so the only logical thing to do is build a fire and snuggle up in front of it. Steve brought out the alcohol the lodge laid out for you (they were a tad excited two Avengers were staying with them) and sat by the fire with you. Steve looks at you and sees you staring at the fire in thought.

“What are you thinking?” Steve asks and sips his drink.

“You know, I never once had a thought where I might end up one day. All that mattered to me was the mission. Then, I met you, and that all changed. Suddenly, I found myself seeing myself buying a house with you, marrying you, and being everything I wished I could be for you. I was never allowed to think about what I wanted in life.

“Now I do.” You look at him with unshed tears in your eyes. “I thought I never wanted children. I was never given the room to even think about stuff like that. Lately, everywhere I look, are children and their parents. I know you want one. I see you looking at them, too. I see myself in a great big house with you and our little ones running around. I can see you teaching them to protect themselves, and our dogs will always be there to protect them, too. I want that now, but they sterilized me when they made me. It hurts me that I can’t give that to you.”

Steve sets his drink down and pulls you closer. You rest your head on his chest and softly cry at missing what you can never have.

“There are other ways to have kids. We can adopt or foster.”

“All I wanted before I was taken was to have a family of my own.”

“We can have that.”

“Even if I can’t give you a child biologically?”

“Even that. Family doesn't mean blood. We make our own in any way we want.”

“Are you saying you want to adopt a child with me?” you sniffle.

“We’ve had a few good years of marriage. I think it’s time we bring someone new into the picture, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do,” you smile and kiss him. “When we get back, we can look into it.”

“Okay,” Steve nods and kisses you once again.

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[thebadgerclan]

The Panther and The Fox

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by @imabee-oralizard 

Summary: Sturmhond needs a job done...

Few things were certain in Ketterdam, but one thing was: when Sturmhond came to town, your life was about to get a lot more interesting.  You’d been in the common area of the Slat, helping Inej clean her blades, when Kaz had entered, the privateer trailing behind him.  “New job,” Kaz called, getting everyone’s attention.  “N–Sturmhond has requested our assistance.”

“What exactly will we be assisting with?” Jesper asked from his seat on the couch, his arm draped across Wylan’s shoulders.  Sturmhond stepped forward, clearing his throat.  “A rather large and valuable sapphire has been lifted from the vaults in Os Alta.  Rumor has it that it’s found its way here.  I was enlisted to find the gem and bring it home, and I found myself thinking ‘who in Ketterdam could help me?’”

“And we’re what you came up with?” you asked, drawing Sturmhond’s attention.  “Well,” the privateer replied.  “Your boss once helped me lift nearly 1 ton of titanium from a heavily guarded shipyard, I’d say finding and lifting a sapphire is within your skillset.  And might I ask…”  Sturmhond moved to stand before you, taking your hand in his.  “What a stunningly beautiful woman such as yourself is doing in the Barrel?”

It seemed Sturmhond wasn’t beating around the bush.  You pulled your hand back, setting Inej’s knife on the table.  “The same as everyone here: trying to survive.  And it’s pretty bold for a pirate to question me, don’t you think?”  You rose from your seat and made your way upstairs to gather what you’d need for the job, and as you left, you heard Sturmhond mutter, “privateer!” under his breath.

***

This was what the Crows did best: plotting and scheming.  The six of you–Kaz, Inej, Jesper, Wylan, Sturmhond, and yourself–stood around the table, papers and blueprints covering the surface.  You pointed to one of the portraits, Ericson Hills, a young and inexperienced mercher.  “He’s been bragging about a ‘new acquisition’ straight from Os Alta,” you explained.  “Saying that he wants to give it to his new lady friend, but it’s ‘too gaudy’ and ‘likely to be stolen by some Barrel rats’.”

Sturmhond nodded.  “So you’re not just a pretty face,” he said with a smirk.  “But sharp as a tack, too.”  It was almost painful how obvious he was being, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t give you butterflies.  It was Sturmhond for Ghezen’s sake, the world renowned privateer. And thanks to Kaz, you knew that he was indeed King Nikolai.  But watching his flirt and flounder was too fun, so you decided to let it play out for a bit longer.

“You know what else is sharp, sailor boy?” you quipped.  “The daggers I keep up my sleeves.  Pray you don’t get the chance to see them.”  Your words were harsh, but you said them with a smirk, so Sturmhond knew the chase was still on.  Kaz obnoxiously cleared his throat, rolling his eyes at you.  “Now, the plan:  Inej will stake out Hills’ manor, learn the guards' routes.  Wylan will make a few flash bombs, and Jesper will be on scene in case of any trouble.

“Once the coast is clear, Inej will get Y/N inside.  Y/N will find the sapphire and replace it with a decoy.  With any luck, we’ll be in and out with no trouble.”  “I’m sorry,” Sturmhond said.  “I thought Inej was the stealthy one?”  Jesper laughed.  “There’s a reason they call Y/N The Panther.  She’s quick, nimble, eerily silent.  And she’s got a knack for memorization.”

It was true.  If you were handed a layout or blueprint, you could memorize it in 10 minutes.  Yes, Inej was a good spider, silent and quick, but no one had your talent for memory.  Sturmhond looked at you, just now realizing your choice of attire.  You wore an ensemble of black leather, the garments skin tight and form fitting.  Your hair was braided back, and your daggers were now plainly visible.

“I didn’t know panthers wore leather,” he said, and you tsked, crossing your arms.  “And I didn’t know foxes wore teal.”  Sturmhond couldn’t hold back his laughter.  Saints, she’s perfect, he thought, but before he could say anything more, you and Inej had left the room.  “A little advice,” Jesper said, clapping the privateer on the shoulder.  “Teasing will only get you so far with Y/N.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sturmhond replied, feeling the flush creep up his neck.  “Sure, man,” Jesper said, winking as he turned to leave.  Kaz was the only one left in the room, and he said nothing as he cleaned the papers from the table.  “Let’s talk payment, shall we?” he said a few moments later.  Sturmhond nodded.  “I can approximate the value of the sapphire and pay you in cash.”  Kaz nodded.  “Reasonable.  You can’t be seen at Hills’ manor, this job can’t be tied back to Ravka.”  The privateer nodded.  “Understood.  I’ll wait on the Volkvolny then?”

Kaz shrugged.  “If you want.  It’s Y/N making the drop, by the way, so I’d work out what you want to say to her before she shows up.”  “W-what are you talking about?”  “Please, Sturmhond.  You’re a smart man, surely you’ve seen the way she looks at you?”  Sturmhond balked.  “I…what?”  Kaz sighed.  “She likes you, privateer, it’s obvious.”  “How is it obvious?”

“Well, for starters, she’d have castrated anyone else who called her ‘more than a pretty face’, regardless if it was meant to be flirtatious.  Second, I saw how she was looking at you.  She wants you.”  “How…” Sturmhond was speechless, for quite possibly the first time in his life.  “How do you know that?”  “Because,” Kaz said, leaning on his cane as he stood.  “It’s the same way you look at her.  And don’t go getting any ideas, privateer.  I assess, I analyze, it’s nothing personal.  Now let’s go.”  As Sturmhond left the room, he thought he heard Kaz whisper something under his breath. “I know because it’s how I look at Inej.”

***

The job took an hour and a half, but to Sturmhond, it felt infinite.  He stood on the deck, pacing back and forth, anxiously waiting for you to appear.  Not just so he’d have the sapphire, but so he could see you, talk to you.  All night he’d been thinking about what to say, how to phrase it so he didn’t sound like an ass.  

You’re so beautiful, please don’t hate me.  I know we’ve only known each other for an hour, but I think I love you.  Do you want to come to Ravka and be my Queen?  Yeah, the last option was definitely too much.  Just when Sturmhond was about to go below decks, a shadow appeared on the railing.

“Y/N?” he whispered, and the shadow moved closer.  You pulled back your hood and held out your hand, the sapphire glinting in the moonlight.  “Kaz will be expecting your payment in one week’s time,” you said, and Sturmhond nodded.  “Thank you,” he replied, taking the jewel.  “My country is once more in your debt.”

You were silent for a moment before speaking.  “You asked me earlier what someone like me was doing in the Barrell.”  “I did, and I apologize, if-”  “But what’s someone like you doing masquerading as a privateer?”  Sturmhond cocked his head.  “What do you mean, lovely?”  “I mean, what in Ghezen’s name is the Ravkan King doing sailing to Ketterdam when he could easily hire someone to do it for him?”

“I… that’s…”  “I already know,” you said.  “And I have no plans on telling anyone.”  Nikolai sighed.  “Thank you.  And I am sorry, for what I said earlier.  I should have been more tactful, and-”  “Why are you sorry?”  Nikolai was officially at a loss for words.  “I…”  “You’re cute, Latsov,” you said, and Nikolai was sure he’d died and gone to heaven.  “I wouldn’t let just anyone call me ‘a pretty face’.  So…there’s a spot on East Stave that serves the best waffles in the city, if you’re interested?”

A smile broke out on his face.  “Are you asking me on a date?”  You looked over your shoulder at him as you walked away.  “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.  But you’re paying, privateer.”  Nikolai followed you off of the ship, and once you were side by side, he reached out and took your hand.  And when you squeezed his hand, looking at him with a soft smile, he knew for sure: he was a goner.

[rayrayvan]

I ruined it

warning: Fluff, maybe a little bit of angst

Shuri x fem!reader

You were chitchatting with Okoye, Nakia, Ayo, and Aneka on one of the terraces of the palace when Shuri walked in and interrupted the chats.

You were expecting a kiss when all she did was smile at you, which you were taken aback by. “Okoye, Nakia, and Ayo I need to speak to you-“ And her gazed fall to you then resumed “privately” She finished and walked out. They all looked at you and saw the saddened emotion painted on your face ‘What did I do? Did I upset her? What does she need from them?-‘ Your thoughts were spiraling and all came to a halt when Aneka asked if you were fine, you didn’t even notice the three women were gone. “I’m fine” was all you said and run to the door, not knowing which direction you were headed. Aneka catches up since she’s sworn to protect you “Y/N wait up!” Until you both were out of the palace and out in the city.

“Why were acting like that a while ago Shuri?” Okoye spoke when they see a troubled Shuri “Did you do something wrong?” Nakia asked “If you mean cheating no, I’d rather kill myself than cheat Y/N. I love her so much and I won’t have you deny this.” Shuri was getting defensive “Then what is troubling you, My Queen?” Ayo asked finally. Shuri was hesitant for a moment, then reached into her pocket. She was holding an indigo velvet box that contained her mother’s ring, Nakia gasped and clasped Okoye’s arm too tightly which caused the general to yelp “Are you finally going to ask her?” Nakia asked her and all she received from Shuri was a nod and Nakia embraced her.

“When? How? Where?” Nakia asked again a little too excited “ When? Tonight, How? Planned a perfect date night, Where? Out in the balcony” Shuri asked as she too was excited and a little nervous because she was worried about how you react when she’s going to ask you a question. 

While the four women were planning the perfect engagement night, you were crying outside, sitting at a cliff, that oversees the beautiful sunset of Wakanda “I mean what did I do wrong? Was I to layback? Was I not enough? I don’t get why she’s ignoring me Aneka” After that last statement, you cried even much harder. Aneka was looking at you pitifully “No Y/N you’re the perfect person for the ruler of Wakanda. You’re perfect with each other since you fill each other’s differences” Aneka tried to cheer you up but your brain wasn’t functioning well to comprehend what she just said to you “What?” was the only word you can muster right now “You two are meant for each other because it’s simple, opposites attract. For example, when you’re the sunshine, she’s the moon in your life. She’s layback and you’re more of a sunshine person. That’s how both of you work” Aneka stretched out what she was trying to mean “Thank you” was all you said to her and turn her back to the sun that was finally setting.

Back in the palace, Shuri was trying to get a hold of you “Grio track Y/N” Shuri asked the AI “I’m afraid princess she’s at the cliff with Aneka” When Grio informed her, she didn’t hesitate and fly one of her inventions to get to you. 

When she finally reached you, she told Aneka to wait inside the ship to talk to you alone. “Sthandwa, let’s go back to the palace and it’s cold out here,” Shuri told you when she approached your hunched figure “No,” You told her firmly “No?” Shuri repeated “That’s right no” now you were standing so close to her but with her towering over you, she was becoming more intimidating you had to gain your confidence back and continued “No because why did you not greet me the way you always did? Why did you ignore me? Why did you look at me like you did something wrong? Why Shuri? Why?” You were agitated right now when she was not answering you “I’ll answer on the way home, right now let’s go home” Shuri also told you firmly “Answer me please because you know how I think, you know how wretched my mind works, I overthink things that lead me to shut down, you know all of this so please I’m begging you tell me your answers to the questions that are invading my mind and heart” You were practically sobbing, demanding the answers to all the questions that are rotting in your mind.

“You want to know my love?” She asked you  “I don’t need another question when I already asked you so to answer your question, yes I want to know,” You told her angrily. She sighed and kneeled on one knee “Now why are you kneeling, if this is your way of asking for my forgiveness, I assure you-“ You paused when she revealed a velvet box that contains her mother’s ring “Because I want to do this” was all she said “I want to ask you to be wife, be the one to tend grow old with, rule with me, be the person I wake up every day, be the mother of our children. The first time I woke up with you by my side got me thinking ‘wow I want to look at her face every day when I wake up. You are the only person to keep me sane and kept me grounded ever since the death of my mother and brother, you were there when no one was. So I’m asking you to be my wife, please Y/N” Shuri finished her speech and that made you cry even more. Tears were gushing out of your eyes and Shuri stood up because she might have said something wrong “What is wrong Sthandwa?” She asked you that made you even cry harder. “I ruined it” was all you said to her which left her questioning what you meant by ruining it “What do you ruin it, my love, what did you ruin?” She asked you and wrapped her arm around your waist to pull you closer and to wipe the tears “I ruined it by being stubborn, I know you  planned the perfect engagement night but I ruined it and I want you to ask me again in your planned destination because I ruined your surprise “ You told her which made her giggle at your antics “My love, nothing is ruined, I don’t care about the venue or where I wanted to propose, the importance is I have you by my side, proposing to you anywhere is great if you’re there” She told and leaned in to place her forehead to yours “So what’s your answer?” She asked again and you looked up to meet her eyes “Yes” and when you told her yes over and over again she lifted you off the ground and spun you around. She met your lips and kissed you passionately.

After you both broke the kiss you then shouted “Yes, I’m going to be your wife!” to which she shouted back “Yessss, I’m also going to be your wife!” Laughter and joy were evident on both your faces. You two walked to go back to the palace and you can’t wait to tell the others.

an additional scene in the palace

Aneka leaned closer to Ayo “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked her wife “Because we know you’re not good at keeping secrets my love” Ayo kissed her forehead and walked away only to leave a baffled Aneka “What? I know how to, Ayo, wait for me my love” Aneka tried to catch up with her lover.

(I got the picture from Pinterest)

[smellingofpoetry]

Unexpected

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: That wasn’t what he was expecting.

Square/s Filled: “Hickies” (@anyfandomkinkbingo), Dean Winchester Custom Card "Free Space" (@anyfandomgoesbingo)

Warnings: smut, 18+, pegging, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 4524

Beta: @endlesstwanted ❤ (thank you again)

A/N: Hello there! I've been writing this story for the lovely @little-diable and her 12K challenge. I'm so late with this that it's actually embarrassing, but this story had a life on its own. It took me a long time to finally finish it, but I wanted you to have it and for everyone else to read it. So here we are. I hope you guys gonna love it because I'm quite proud of this one. Thank you for your patience, enjoy. ❤

That wasn’t what he was expecting.

Well, he didn’t know what to expect, to be honest, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. And he knew he should have just thrown a “sorry” out there, close the damn door and go hide somewhere, but he could only stare at the scene in front of him.

Sam was laying on the bed with his legs spread wide open, and Y/N in the middle of them: her breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips. Her hand was closed tightly around Sam’s cock, pumping him in sync with every push.

Dean knew he should have been grossed out by the scene, but he would have been lying if he said that it didn’t affect him.

She was so goddamn beautiful naked like that.

“Oh, fuck – Dean, close – the – door!”

Sam’s voice made him snap out of it, and he quickly closed the door, forgetting to apologize. Dean stared at the door before glancing left and right, not knowing what to do with himself.

He was still trying to process what was happening when Sam’s deep, long moan reached his ears. Dean turned to the left at that, almost running to his room.

Y/N slipped inside Dean’s room, finding him sprawled on his stomach and watching a movie while eating a slice of pizza. Without saying a word, she got rid of her shoes before laying on the free space next to him. Dean waited for her to make herself comfortable and then he offered her a slice of pizza, which she gladly took. They ate in silence, watching the movie, even though she was too distracted by Dean’s presence to understand what was happening on the screen. It didn’t matter how much she tried to not look in his direction, she still glanced at him now and then while munching away on her pizza.

Dean could feel her eyes on him and tried not to squirm too much under her gaze, but it wasn’t easy, especially not after what had happened a few days ago. He had tried to avoid the subject as long as he could because he didn’t know what to say, or how to act after what he saw. So he just acted like he always did, or something closer to that. He had to admit that he might have avoided her more than he should have, but he was trying and her eyes on him didn’t help.

Dean finished eating the last bit of his pizza, wiping his fingers on one of the paper napkins using that time to figure out what to tell her. He should have probably started by apologizing, since he never really did that.

“I’m sorry –” she whispered, making Dean turn around to look at her. Confusion was all over his face.

“For what?”

“Making you uncomfortable? We thought you were out for the night, so…” she trailed off. “Not that it’s an excuse.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for.” He turned on his side to have a better look at her. “I’m the one who should apologize. I didn’t mean to – you know…” he trailed off, concentrating on some nonexistent stain on his sheets. “And I should have said something right then, but I kinda froze. So, I’m the one who’s sorry for intruding in one of your private moments.”

“So, we’re good?”

Dean raised his eyes, furrowing his brow in confusion. “You thought we weren’t?”

At that, she simply shrugged, lowering her gaze on her intertwined fingers. The thought that they might not be good anymore had, in fact, crossed her mind once or twice in the last few days. She had been friends with the Winchester brothers for some time, and the thought of losing their friendship scared her. She was closer to Dean than to Sam, if she had to be honest, which made fooling around easier for them.

They also had rules to help them out in a situation like that, and one of those was to keep what was happening between them a secret. That meant not telling Dean, which was something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with since they were used to not having secrets between them. Ultimately, she decided to agree nonetheless because Sam was right when he said they weren’t doing anything wrong, which was true. And yet, deep down, she knew that the only reason she agreed to that was that if Dean didn’t know, then he couldn’t judge her or think badly of her. Y/N wasn’t even sure why she cared so much about Dean’s opinion, but she did.

So, when he found out what was happening between her and Sam in the worst possible way, she started to question herself and her decision, and only when Dean started to avoid her, did she let the panic take over. She had tried to play it cool until she couldn’t anymore, and that was why she went to his room that night after gathering enough courage to do so.

“I have to admit that I was starting to worry a bit.” She tried to smile, but it didn’t really reach her eyes and suddenly Dean felt guilty for not saying anything sooner. “It felt like you were avoiding me, which I understood somehow, with me going behind your back like that.”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that, not really.” He said, biting down on his lower lip a bit ashamed of his behavior. “I mean, I’ll admit that I was kinda avoiding you, but not because you guys went behind my back. I never really thought about that, to be honest.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, it never really crossed my mind. What you do in your private time is yours, even if that means you having sex with my brother. I sure as hell didn’t expect that, I’m not gonna lie, but I’ll never judge you for that.”

“So, you’re not mad or anything?” She asked him, hopefully.

“No, Y/N, I’ll never be mad at you for something like that and I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

She sighed in relief, realizing just then that she had been holding her breath since the moment she came into his room. She bit down on her lip, trying to hide her relieved smile when she remembered something that made her frown. She turned on her side then, looking at him with curious eyes.

“So, if you weren’t mad, then why were you avoiding me?”

The moment the question was out there, Dean’s cheeks became warmer, getting a cute shade of red. Y/N watched him with a raised brow, intrigued by his reaction. Dean just shrugged, busying himself with a new slice of pizza. He tried to play it cool as long as he could, watching stubbornly at the plain wall in front of him while chewing on his pizza, but the feeling of her eyes on him made him cave. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before sharing with her his half-eaten slice, that she took without saying a word. Y/N knew him well enough to know that he would talk when he felt comfortable about it, so she simply waited while eating the pizza he gave her.

“Promise me not to laugh?”

“I would never”, she told him with a serious expression on her face. One look at her and Dean knew she was being sincere; not that he would doubt her words, but he was feeling a bit unsure.

“I kinda felt embarrassed.” He admitted, feeling his cheeks starting to get a bit warmer.

“For walking on us? That should have embarrassed us, not you.”

“No, not for that. It was more because –” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. She inspected his face, not failing to notice the redness creeping more and more on his neck.

“D–, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want…”

“It turned me on, all right?” He cut her off, raising his voice without even realizing it. He looked down at his crossed fingers, licking his lips and shaking his head. Y/N’s hand rested midair while her mouth opened and closed a few times.

Of all the things he could have told her, that one was the last expected, not that she didn’t understand why. She did, and she also understood why it made him react the way it did. She sighed, leaning towards him to leave what was left of the slice of pizza in the box on the other side of the bed. She cleaned her fingers on the napkin before bumping against his shoulder, making him glance at her.

“It’s normal to get turned on by a sex scene, you don’t have to feel embarrassed for that.”

“My little brother was in that sex scene.”

“Right, yeah.” She sighed, turning on her side again to study him carefully. She bit down on her bottom lip, narrowing her eyes on him. They both fell silent for a while until she broke the spell they had fallen into.

“You weren’t avoiding him, though.” She dared to whisper, looking at him through her lashes, a bit afraid of what was about to come out of that weird conversation. Dean licked his lips, nodding while avoiding her eyes.

Of course she would have picked on that detail, he thought.

“No, I wasn’t.” He admitted while stubbornly avoiding her gaze. She nodded, turning again on her belly just to give him some time to make him feel more comfortable. Y/N bit down on her lower lip, glancing in his direction while a lot more questions popped up in her head. There were so many of them that she didn’t know what to ask him first, until her mouth decided for her.

“What turned you on?” She blurted out, feeling her cheeks getting very warm all of a sudden. She felt him suck in a breath while fidgeting in the bed next to her. Dean cleared his throat, trying to understand how in hell he managed to find himself in the same position all over again. He glanced in her direction, catching her doing the same. He knew he should have averted his gaze, but somehow, he couldn’t do it.

“You did.”

“Oh…” She whispered, not expecting a so straightforward answer. Y/N could feel her cheeks reddening while she tried to metabolize what he had just told her. Did he just say…? No, that couldn’t be right.

Right?

Y/N peeked in his direction ever so subtly with her cheeks on fire, and her heart beating so fast that she was afraid to watch it leave her chest at any given moment. She shouldn’t have asked, not because there was something wrong with her question, but because she simply wasn’t ready for his answer.

What should she have done with that now?

She swallowed, wetting her dry lips while trying to make order among the thoughts in her head. It wasn’t easy because her brain was telling her to just leave and forget their conversation, while her body – oh, her body – was whispering an entirely different story. So Y/N took a deep breath and hoped she had enough courage left in her, even though his eyes on her were making everything so damn difficult.

“What… what about me turned you on?” She asked, lifting her gaze enough to be able to look at his covered chest and avoid his green eyes.

Dean felt his breath hitch in his throat at that question, feeling like an idiot to have brought it up in the first place. Not that there was something wrong about it, but he felt vulnerable with her knowing the effect she had on him. He had been able to keep that secret hidden from prying eyes for so long, not even Sammy knew anything about it. It was his mission to not let anyone know how he felt about her because of multiple reasons, like them being friends and living and working together. Dean did a pretty awesome job, in his humble opinion, until a few days ago when he had caught his little brother and her in bed together. And after the first shock, he realized how stupid he had been for keeping his mouth shut like that. So, he decided to open up a bit, because what was there to lose anymore? Also, she did ask him, and it would have been rude not to give her an answer. He leaned closer, then; his left shoulder brushing against hers, while with his nose he could almost touch her temple.

“There wasn’t just a thing, you know?” He whispered, focusing his gaze on her, too afraid to miss even the smallest expression.

“No?”

“No. It was the way you were moving; beads of sweat sliding down your arched back; your breasts bouncing with every push of your hips…” he said, grazing her warm skin with his fingertips before putting a strand of hair behind her ear. Dean could feel her shiver under his touch, while she stubbornly kept avoiding his eyes.

“What else?” She whimpered, feeling his hot breath against her skin and her heart beating so fast she was sure he could hear it.

“The way you looked at me when you realized I was there.” He said, traveling with his fingers down her ear and under her jaw, making her raise her eyes to meet his. “You were so goddamn beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking what would have been like to have you between my legs, with your hand on my cock just like that.” 

Dean got closer then, rubbing his nose against hers while glancing in her direction just to test her reaction. Y/N wrapped her fingers against his wrist, not sure if she did that to free herself from his grip or just because she needed to hold on to something. Her chest rose and fell too fast, while her eyes couldn’t stop darting from Dean’s eyes and his lips.

Oh, those lips – she could have died on those lips, and she wouldn’t even mind it.

She didn’t even have the time to wonder how they would taste when his mouth crushed on hers, with such urgency and neediness that she felt dizzy for a minute. That didn’t stop her from kissing him back, though.

Y/N kissed him, matching his same hunger. She disclosed her lips, just enough for his tongue to slide right in, moving against hers. All of a sudden, Dean was everywhere, and she could finally taste him. He tasted like whiskey, pizza, and something else she couldn’t put her finger on, but it was just him and she was getting addicted.

She could already feel in her bones, the need for more of him. She could feel it in the way her body was tingling all over for just a kiss. Y/N always wondered what it was like to be kissed by Dean, to be wanted by him, loved, owned. Now, that she had a taste of it, she wasn’t sure she could get enough.

Dean let his tongue swirl against hers, before slowly pulling away, dragging her bottom lip with him. “Fuck!” He whispered, resting his forehead against hers and taking a deep breath. His heart was beating faster than he could remember. He was pretty sure that not even a hunt could make it beat like that, but her… oh, her.

Dean always wondered, in the privacy of his room, while the rest of the world was sleeping, how she would feel under his fingers. He tried to push away the thoughts of her friend from his mind, but it became impossible after he found out about her and Sam.

Damn, Sam.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m sorry…” He whispered, moving away enough to look her in the face and, damn if that wasn’t a mistake. She was looking at him with her impossible big eyes, lips parted and cheeks flushed, and all he could think of was kissing her again, harder than he did before.

“No, no… I’m…” She tried to put some words together, not even sure of what she was supposed to say. One damn kiss and her brain was already fried.

“I shouldn’t have… I mean… Sam…” He tried to apologize the best he could, but she was so distracting with her fingers on her swollen lips and furrowed brow.

“Uhm… Sam?” She echoed him, while still caressing her lip. She just had the most amazing, mind-blowing kiss and they had just stopped to talk about Sam? Why on earth were they talking about Sam, and why was he looking like she had just said the most stupid thing?

“Look Y/N, that kiss was…” He started, but she cut him off before he could even have the chance to find the right adjective to describe it.

“…It was…” She said, mimicking an explosion with her hands. Dean nodded his head in approval, smirking because yeah, it did feel like an explosion for him too.

“And as much as I want to repeat that…” He continued, but again he was being cut off by her and her eagerness.

“Oh, you can repeat that as much as you want, not complaining.” She whispered, making his smirk grow even bigger. Dean shook his head, licking his lips and faintly tasting her again.

“I want to, trust me, but I can’t do that to Sam.”

“Do what?”

“I can’t go behind his back like that. It was a mistake on my part, and it won’t happen again…”

“Dean, I think you got it wrong.”

“No, wait, let me finish this.”

“Me and Sam are not together-together.”

“I was just too… wait, what?” He asked, confusion written all over his face, and it was quite funny to see him like that if you asked Y/N.

“I’m not with Sam.”

“You’re not? But I saw you two…” He said, tilting his head to the side like that could have helped him to understand what was happening.

“We sleep together sometimes, yes, but we don’t have a relationship.”

“You don’t?” He was starting to sound like a broken record, and he was well aware of that, but he couldn’t help it.

“No, we don’t.” Y/N whispered while getting on her knees and slowly shifting towards him. Dean watched her move and he started to match her movements. He sat up and without breaking eye contact he slid backward, stopping only when his back hit the headboard. He bit down on his lip while she reached for him and sat on his lap. Dean welcomed her by putting his hands on her hips and tilting his head up just to get a better look at her.

“Sometimes, it is easy for us to rely on each other to scratch that hitch. But that’s what all that is, a hitch.” Y/N explained, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself before she slowly started to move her hips back and forth.

“A hitch, hm?”

“Yeah. Your brother likes to be pegged sometimes, and that’s not something you can do with a stranger.”

Dean tightened his grip on her hips, helping her move against him and creating more friction between their two bodies. Y/N followed his movements, leaning a bit closer to him. She let her fingers travel along his shoulders and to his neck, scratching his skin right where his hairline started.

“What about you, Y/N?”

“What about me?” She whimpered against his lips, her eyes darting to his eyes while her hips moved faster against him, and she could already feel him hardening underneath her.

“What do you like?” He asked her, darting to the side and slowly tracing the skin of her neck with the tip of his tongue. Y/N moaned, her moves faltering for a moment while she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, which he gladly took, lacing his lips around her pulse point right under her jaw.

“F-fuck… Dean…”

Hearing her moan his name like that made him swell in his pants, and damn if that wasn’t the most erotic thing he ever heard. He sucked at her skin long and hard, making her squirm on his lap before letting her go. Dean let his hands wander through her body, stopping only when he reached her face. He cupped her cheeks in his palms, pushing away the few strands of hair that were hiding her from him.

“You didn’t answer me, sweetheart. What do you like?”

“I… I don’t… I don’t know.” She whimpered, biting down on her lips while still moving her hips against his crotch. Dean leaned closer then, pressing their chest together. His lips grazed at her swollen one, while one of his arms sneaked behind her, stilling her movements.

“What did you like for Sam to do to you?”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that.”

“How was it, then?” He asked, desperately searching her eyes. Y/N’s cheeks were on fire just like the rest of her body, and Dean’s gaze on her made everything much worse. She could feel her panties sticking to her wetness and the only thing she wanted was to move again, hard and fast until she could come against him, and she didn’t care if she looked too desperate.

“It was mostly about Sam.”

“Did he even let you come?” Dean asked her, never leaving her eyes while his free hands closed around one of her breasts. Y/N closed her eyes, arching her back and making Dean’s life way easier. As soon as she was closer to him, he latched his lips around her other covered nipple, sucking at it through the fabric.

“Som-sometimes… fuck.” She whimpered, unable to do anything while trapped like she was between Dean's arms. She scratched with her fingers on his scalp before closing them around his locks to push him closer to her breast. Dean moaned around her nipple, letting it go with a pop.

“Why don’t we find out what makes your toes curl, hm?”

Y/N had lost count of how many times he made her toes curl.

She was laying on the bed with her hands fisting the sheets beneath her and her leg closed. Dean was hovering over her, pushing inside her with slow, languid movements. In that position, she could feel every inch of his cock reaching places she didn’t even know could be reached before.

Dean leaned forward, letting his chest graze the sweaty skin of her back. He moved some of her hair, uncovering her neck and tracing it with his tongue. Y/N turned her head to the side to give him better access. In that weird position, she could get a glimpse of him all sweaty. She reached for him, blindly grabbing the nape of his neck, and guiding him towards her mouth. Dean indulged her, kissing her deep and slow without stopping his movements. He could feel her walls flutter around his cock, and he knew that if she kept doing that he would have come soon.

Dean broke the kiss, breathing her in. A bid of saliva kept them still connected while he took hold of one of her hands, still closed around his sheets, and the other sneaked beneath her body in search of her breast.

“I want to feel you come around my cock, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He whispered, nuzzling his nose right under her jaw.

Y/N whimpered, shaking her head at his question while she could feel his lips against her warm skin.

“No? Are you sure? ‘Cause I can feel you tightening around me with every push, babe.” He groaned, thrusting himself deeper and letting her clit brush a bit more against the mattress. “Let go, Y/N. C’mon, babe. Be a good girl for me and I’ll fill you up so good.” She moaned shamelessly, and at that moment she knew.

It was his voice that made her toes curl.

It wasn’t simply about the words he spoke to her, which were a turn-on. Other people had said the same thing to her, though, and none of them managed to turn her on that much. No, it was the way he said it with his voice deepening at the right moment. It was about the way he whispered it in her ear or let it slide on her warm skin. It was the way he groaned after the right push, the way he moaned in her mouth when she met him halfway.

“F-fuck, Y/N… ‘m close…” he panted, hiding his face on the crock of her neck. That was all it took for her to come undone. Dean felt her walls spasming around him, and after one more push he was following her, moaning out loud while emptying himself inside her.

They stayed still for a few minutes, trying to take long breaths after it felt like they had been without air for so long. Slowly, Dean fell on his right side, bringing her with him: her back against his chest, and his cock still nestled between the warmth of her legs. He covered the both of them with a blanket before sneaking his arm around her middle, while his nose nestled behind the nape of her neck. Y/N closed her eyes, snuggling against Dean’s chest a bit more while trying to regain control of her breathing.

“That was…” She whispered, too impatient to fill the silence around them, which was something new for her. silence with Dean had always been somehow comforting, but tonight things had shifted, and now that her high was coming down, she was starting to get aware of what had just happened.

“…unexpected.” He finished for her, all of a sudden too unsure of everything. He couldn’t stop thinking that he might as well just ruined the friendship they had because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

“Yeah… yeah.” She agreed with him before falling silent over again, simply enjoying a bit more of their closeness. Dean felt her moving a little between his arms, so he reluctantly loosened his grip on her. As soon as she was a bit freer to move, Y/N started to slowly dislocate from him, making both of them moan the moment his cock slipped out of her. Dean was ready to see her get up and walk away from his room when she turned around in his arms, facing him.

“Did you mean what you said?” She dared to ask, making him frown in confusion. “Did you think about how it would be to have me between your legs like that?”

“Oh…” Dean whispered, swallowing down hard without being able to form a more coherent thought. He cleared his throat, all of a sudden too dry. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Have you ever tried something like that?” She asked, watching him blush at her words.

“Uhm… I…” He stammered a little, searching for the right words other than the obvious ones just to impress her somehow; even though he knew it was a stupid thing to do, somehow she seemed not to mind.

“Would you like to try?”

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Harry Potter/// What life took from me

Anonymous request: I want to request where you didn't know that you were Voldemort's daughter he didn't know either he only finds out when Harry tells him

Warnings: characters death, angst, mentioned of child neglect

James was sitting on the grass and you were laying down your head on his lap he was giving you kisses on your lips, top of your nose and forehead

“So did your aunt and uncle tell you anything about your parents?” James asked

You shook your head “obviously they didn't tell me anything they told me to drop it.”

“Hey guys, what are you talking about?" Lily asks as your friends and her come over to sit down with James and you

“Y/N was telling me that her aunt and uncle did not disclose anything about her parents and advised her to drop it.” James answers

Lily looked at you sadly, "oh Y/n I'm very sorry I know how much you want to know something about your parents.”

You sat criss cross applesauce so you could talk to your friends. "It hurts. I wish they would tell me something that makes me think that they're hiding something from me that I can't know.”

James saw that you were about to cry so he wrapped his arm around you to comfort you "love, it's ok to cry we're here for you."

You looked at him with a sad smile, "thank you sweetheart and thank you guys.”

“I have a question." Remus tells you

You nodded at him to ask his question "What's your question?"

“Your cousin is a private investigator. You could ask her to help you, can’t you?” Remus wondered

You shook your head “I'm not able to. She doesn't get along with me.”

"Why does she hate you?, you haven’t done anything to her.” Peter curiously thought

Sirius looked at James, "haven't you met her cousin Prongs? what do you think about her?"

James looks at you with an apologetic stare "love I know she's your cousin and I apologize for what I'm going to say about her, but they need to know how she is.”

You smiled at him "it's ok I understand."

He holds your hand for support "well Stephanie isn't a really nice person and isn't a friendly person. when I'm there she gives me dirty looks. and it seems that she's jealous of Y/n. since her parents and everyone sees Y/n as a model. meaning that everyone should be like Y/n. maybe that's why she hates Y/N so much.”

Lily laughs "of course she's jealous you’re beautiful and that you’re a smart witch. I agree everyone should be like you, she's probably jealous that you got a boyfriend because you're cute and she isn't.”

James playful glares at her "don't forget that she's taken by me.”

You laugh at how James was acting and you decide to tease him "Lily you're cute too.”

"Thank you gorgeous." She flirts

James pulled you close to him "Hey she's my girlfriend and I don't share.”

She giggles "I challenge you to a fight."

James smiles "I'm going to win and get my girlfriend back so Evans get ready to lose.”

She smirks, "You're going to lose and I'll get your girlfriend.”

You smiled "I'm happy to have you guys as my best friend and James as my boyfriend.”

He kissed your cheek "jealous Evans? that my girlfriend said that she's happy to have me as her boyfriend.”

She giggles "just watch one day Potter I'm going to steal your girl."

Peter laughs "Prongs if I would you I would keep Y/n away from Lily before she takes your girl.”

James nods, "Yeah everybody wants to steal my girl.”

Lily winks at you "it's not my fault that your girl is gorgeous."

Sirius chuckled, "Right Evans, how did Prongs get so lucky?"

He crossed his arms "don't forget Pads that she's my girlfriend and that I don't share."

Remus cackled "don't worry Prongs no one is going to steal your girl if you take good care of her.”

Peter laughs, "I think we should go back inside because it's getting a bit cold.”

James hugs you "I don't feel cold since I have my girlfriend, we're both warm.”

"James don't show off to the single people." Lily faked to sound like she was annoyed. "Can I have your girlfriend to warm me up?”

He shakes his head "no get your own you have Sirius, remus and Peter.”

"So Y/n, who do you prefer to cuddle with? James? Or me?” She smirks as she looks at James

James glares at her playful “duh she prefers to cuddle her handsome boyfriend.”

She crossed her arms pretending to be mad "I asked Y/n not you.”

You looked at Lily and then at James, "Sorry Lily but I prefer to cuddle with James."

"Haha in your face Evans." he tells her laughing

She fakes to cry "wow Y/n I see how it is.”

James stood up and he grabbed your hand to get you up "Peter is right, let's go back it's getting dark.”

James and you were the last ones as your friends went to bed he pulled you into a kiss and you kissed back "good night love dream about me since I dream about you.”

You nodded, a smile on your face "of course honey good night."

As graduation was approaching you have noticed that James has been acting weird around you always leaving with Sirius or Lily making you upset that he was probably planning to break up with you or that he’s cheating little did you know that he was planning on how to propose to you on graduation day

You decide to confront James about it, if he wants to break up or that he was cheating, he can say “James, we need to talk.”

He smiled at you but stopped when he saw that you were crying “love what’s wrong?”

You wiped off your tears "your what's wrong."

he took a step closer to you but you took a step back "darling what did I do to make you upset.”

You glared at him "I don't know why don't you tell me?”

He looked at you confused. "Love, I don't know what I did, maybe if you tell me I'll try to make you better.”

You shook your head as you were about to cry "how can this make me feel better if you want to break up or you're cheating you can say it.”

He grabbed your head so you could look at him "Love who said that I'm breaking up with you or that I'm cheating?"

You pulled his hands away "maybe because you always leave with Sirius or Lily without saying a word to me.”

He shook his head "just because I leave with Sirius or Lily it doesn't mean that I want to break up or that I'm cheating."

You let out tears "Well I know that you're hiding something just like my aunt and uncle that don't want to tell me nothing about my parents. What are you hiding from me Potter?”

His heart broke when you called him by his last name. You only called him that when you're really upset and mad at him.

He was going to tell you what he was hiding. He couldn't stand seeing you cry because of him, “I’ll tell you what I’m hiding from you.”

You turned around, you couldn’t see him , you didn’t want him to see you cry “say it.”

“Turn around and look at me.” He tells you

You shook your head "I don't want to face you, just tell me what you've been hiding.”

He sighs, "I understand, and the thing that I've been hiding is that I've been trying to know how to propose to you on graduation day, that's why I have been leaving with Sirius and Lily.”

You looked at him shocked. You can't believe that you were thinking that he was planning on breaking up with you or that he was cheating "you're planning to propose to me?”

He kissed your forehead "of course love, why would I?cheat or break up with the love of my life?, the one who made me wait a lot of years to finally get her to be my girlfriend.”

You laugh, "Honey, I didn't make you wait that long to get me to be your girlfriend.”

He chuckled, "I liked you since first year. At the beginning you couldn't stand me and you thought that I was annoying.”

You beamed "because you were. all you did was flirt with me and annoyed me with your nicknames.”

He smirks "I know, and Mrs Potter was the one you hated the most.”

You nodded as you laughed "well yeah why would you call me That? if I couldn't stand you?”

He grins "it was to make sure that everyone knew that you were going to be my wife one day and that you would be Mrs Potter."

You smiled, "I can't wait to marry you and be Mrs Potter.”

He smiled back, "are you saying that you want to marry me?"

You nodded "Yes, only if you asked me.”

He shook his head as he laughed and he got down to one of his knees and opened the box that the ring was in "will you marry me? and be Mrs Potter.”

You nodded with tears, "Yes, I want to marry you.”

You looked as James put the ring on your finger with a smile "I'm sorry that you had it to propose to me right now not on graduation day like you wanted to.”

He planted his lips to yours "it's ok love, I'm happy that I propose to you now everyone is going to know that we're engaged.”

James and you were dancing happily on your wedding day "I can't believe that you're my wife and that your Mrs Potter my wish came true.”

You beamed, "I know after I told you many times that I wasn't going to date you or marry you.”

"I remember how you tried to break my heart after you rejected me many times. I never gave up because now look at us we dated now we're married and have a child that is on his way.” He tells you with a smile on his face

You looked at him shocked "how do you know that it's going to be a boy?”

"Something tells me that our baby is going to be a boy." he said with excitement

"Oh no I feel bad for Y/n if the baby is a boy he's going to be a version of Prongs.” Sirius tease

James crossed his arms pretending to be offended "why are you going to feel bad for Y/n if the baby is a boy.”

Lily laughs "since the baby is going to be a version of you and Y/n will probably call us needing help and that she needs a break from her two crazy boys.”

James looked at you "you hear that? they called our son and me crazy, how dare they?”

Remus laughs, he's happy, so have all of you guys as friends including Peter who disappeared without saying a word to anyone.

You were sitting on the bed holding your baby with James sitting beside you with a smile on his face. “See I told you that our baby was going to be a boy.”

You grinned “And that he was going to look just like you, just like what Lily and Sirius said, a version of you.”

He smiled "He may look like me, but he got his mother beautiful eyes. I love you guys so much.”

You smiled back “we love you so much too.”

Harry cried as he was holding a picture of his parents. "I miss you guys so much if you guys were here I wouldn't feel so lonely and unloved.”

“Harry dinner already. ” Your aunt told him and she noticed that he was crying “ Sweetie what’s wrong?”

He wiped off his tears, "it's nothing I was just looking at a picture of my parents.”

She looked at him sadly and hugged him "I know I miss her so much I saw her as my daughter and of course I loved James he made her so happy.”

He sobbed "I wish I could have met my parents. I need them so much because I'm so alone in this world.”

“I'm always gonna be here for you no matter what and I'll try my best so you don't feel so alone in this world.” She comforts him with a another hug

"Thank you." he hugged her back with a smile

She smiled, "Of course, now let's go eat, the food is going to get cold."

Harry and your aunt stood up from his bed out of nowhere. She started to feel dizzy and he noticed that “are you ok?”

She nods "Yes I’m okay I just felt dizzy for a second.”

She got up since she saw that he didn't believe her before she could say anything she passed out

He quickly rushes to her side, "auntie please wake up."

She woke up making him smile she knew that her day was today she didn't want to leave him not yet but you can't stop death from happening

"Oh my nephew I didn't want to leave you but my day has come I'm sorry that I'm going to leave you but I'm happy that I met you that I got to raise you I know when you grow up you're going to be successful and have a family and friends so right now try to be strong.” She kissed his forehead and smiled before closing her eyes

He bawled "what are you talking about? Please open your eyes, please don't leave me like my parents did.”

He cried even more when she didn't answer him "why did you leave me? you promised that you wouldn't."

Harry felt sad and angry that he was facing his grandfather the same one that killed his parents

“So Tom Riddle, how do you feel knowing that you killed my Mother, your own daughter?” Harry asks as everyone made shocking sounds

Voldemort looked at him shocked "what are you talking about? I don't have any daughters.”

He nods "Yes, you did. Your daughter was my mother. The reason I know is that I went inside her memories because I wanted to see how she met my father but first it started when she was a baby and I saw Bellatrix and you giving her away.”

Voldemort laughs "if I had a child he/she would be with me and my child would join me so you're confusing me with someone else.”

"Lair, you knew that you had a secret daughter with Bellatrix that was my mother that you killed.” He barks

Voldemort laughs again, not caring at what Harry was saying "so what if she was my daughter? she's dead, there's nothing that we can do.”

Harry fumed "How can you say that about your own daughter? Because of you I didn't get to grow up with my parents. I didn't get to have my parents' love, their hugs, kisses and hugs.”

Voldemort rolls his eyes, "but you had your auntie."

“You cursed her so she could die and which she did. because of it I was forced to live with my cousin. who never loved me and cared for me. All that she and her family did was ignore me. not caring if I lived or died. My godfather and my other aunt Lily and my uncle Remus. try to get my custody. but they couldn't since my cousin said that she would take care of me. but she lied.”

Voldemort smiles "don't worry you're going to join your dead family today, you won't feel so alone without them."

He got into a fighting position "I won't die today because I don't feel alone anymore because I have my friends instead of me dying, it's going to be you.”

Voldemort laughs "I'm more powerful than you, your Mother’s love is not going to save you today, you're the last Potter after I'm done killing you, there will be no more Potters.”

After defeating Voldemort, he went to his friends to check if they were okay he was scared to lose them after he relieved to everyone that Voldemort was his grandfather

His friends noticed that he was scared, but they didn't care if Harry was the grandson of Voldemort they only cared if he was okay

"Harry, we don't care if you're the grandson of Voldemort, we only care if you're okay.” Ron tells him

"Even if you knew that he was your grandfather a long time ago we wouldn't hate you for it, it's not your mother's or your fault.” Hermione said

Harry smiled at his best friends "Thank you guys so much for not hating me for it."

"Of course." Ron pulled Harry and Hermione into a group hug

[house-strong]

— OUR LITTLE SECRET ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“hii i have an idea for a lucerys x fem reader !! where shes his betrothed and shes like a couples of years older than him??, also luke acting very shy bc of that.”

pairing ; lucerys velaryon x betrothed!reader

notes / warnings ; slight age gap mentioned. this was a little shorter than what i wanted but i didn’t want it to drag on,, viserys is also still alive and healthy,, hope u enjoy!

returning to court in king’s landing was something lucerys was never excited for.

his uncles, aemond and aegon targaryen, both had a shared hand in bullying the younger velaryon boy. despite having his brother jace with him at all times, it seemed that lucerys himself was always caught in a finicky situation. although his grandfather often berated aemond and aegon, it did little to help quell their hatred for their nephews, especially aemond.

however, this time, lucerys was betrothed to you and set to make public appearances before your marriage. you were originally supposed to be married off to aegon, but queen alicent ignored the wishes of her husband and instead, married aegon to his sister, helaena. whispers of calling your family ‘drunken cunts’ were rumored to have fallen from the lips of the queens mouth. though, it was only speculated.

in attempt to desperately repair an amend that was unraveling with each week that passed by, king viserys decreed that prince lucerys velaryon would take your place as your husband as prince jacaerys was already betrothed to his cousin. this was the right step in making repairs to the relationship between house targaryen and yours, as your family even agreed that it was far more suitable to marry the heir of driftmark than marrying a prince who held one of the farthest claims from the line of succession.

the only problem lucerys faced was the slight age gap between him and yourself. he always imagined himself to be with someone his age. you were older and more politically savvy; refined and pampered for royal court in ways that lucerys found intimidating. tales of your beauty and wit were never strangers to his ear which only added to the nerves that never seemed to go away.

perhaps a girl of nine-and-ten was a better match for a twenty year old man, rather than a boy shy of fifteen. however, lucerys did understand westerosi customs and gave no argument.

he’s well in thought whilst staring up at the ceiling of his private quarters. his ears are tuned to the hooting owl and the singing crickets outside the balcony adjacent to his bed. the breeze flits inside, ruffling the linen that allowed some privacy in the room. he sighs, hands clasped behind his head.

what could he do to dull this feeling of anxiety? this ceaseless dilemma of shyness that forever haunted his being like a phantom to a barren castle? he was so sure, since his life was full of constant worry, that he would be growing gray hairs like his uncle corlys. except, uncle corlys was shy of sixty and lucerys was barely a man. perhaps he’d grow fine lines like his beautiful aunt, rhaenys, or he’d grow the stern, brooding face of his father-in-law, daemon.

he wanted so desperately to be rid of the thoughts that ran marathons in his head.

a creak in the floorboards is quick to cease his torment; his mind going silent as the sound interrupts. he’s frozen in place what seems like, but he slowly removes his hands from behind his head. one hand searches blindly underneath his pillows, desperate to find the handle of the dagger.

“who goes there?” his voice sounds the least bit intimidating as the end of his sentence ends in a wavering voice crack. he curses himself, who would ever find him menacing?

there’s a warm, orange glow that appears at the bottom of the closed door; shadows dance in minuscule detail. the door opens with a soft croak and he noticed that it’s a woman covered in a shawl carrying the candlelit flame.

only when the figure comes closer and his eyes adjust to the light does he see who it is; it’s you.

“i didn’t mean to frighten you, my prince,” you say, voice bordering a whisper as you approach. lucerys’ hand abandons going for the dagger and instead, he props himself up on his elbows.

his face scrunches in mock offense, “frighten me? i wasn’t frightened. just curious, is all.”

with obviously ruffled feathers of his black hair and parted mouth with doe-like eyes, lucerys velaryon was the farthest thing from a good liar. instead of calling him out, you smile and move to light a few candles that decorated his bedside. soon, the entire room is filled with a mellow ambience. he sees your face more clearly and he’s almost left breathless.

“i don’t mean to sneak in here like a common cutthroat, but i was eager to meet my betrothed. i hope it’s not trouble?” lucerys can’t lie, your voice is like music to his ears. he feels himself sinking deeper and deeper with each word that flows beautifully from your tongue.

he almost doesn’t respond, “not at all, my lady.” he swallows the hardness in his throat and clutches his sheets in attempt to ease the wetness of his palms, “we’re to be wed.”

you sit at the edge of his bed, one foot propped up, dangling in the air while the other foot rests against the floor. you quietly set the candle your holding on his bedside table.

“indeed we are, i hope i don’t disappoint my prince?”

lucerys is almost offended for you by the notion. he’s quick to shake his head, “not at all, my lady. you are.. you’re everything i could hope for and more.”

you smile and duck your head at the compliment, hiding behind the shroud of your hair.

“can i confess something?” lucerys asks, releasing the grip he had on his sheets. he rubs his palms against his clothing and looks down while he fiddles with them. a soft ‘yes’ is heard in response and he takes a breath, releasing it slowly. “i must admit that i’m.. rather uncertain about this marriage.”

your brows furrow and you tilt your head, “how come, my prince?”

“lucerys, or– or luke,” he corrects. he blinks for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip tentatively. “you are.. my elder. i fear i won’t be as good to you as.. as aegon could be.”

aegon was the farthest thing to be compared to good. you supposed lucerys didn’t know, so you didn’t want to be the one to tell him about the rumors about his uncle.

you smile and reach for his hand, not minding the sweatiness that meets your skin, “have no fear, lucerys. i was once in your shoes,” you pause to take a thoughtful breath, “we all learn while we grow older. i can teach you some things too, if you’d like. there’s no shame in it.”

lucerys is thankful that you don’t share his same sentiment and also enjoys that you’ve offered to aid him. maybe he shouldn’t be so anxious about things. he gives you a sheepish smile.

“i’m glad you think that, my lady.”

“(y/n).” you’re quick to correct him, just as he had done to you just moments before. “if i know your name, it’s only fair you know mine.”

lucerys titters happily.

you’re first to beat lucerys at breaking the silence, “i fear it’s time for me to go, luke.” he likes the way you say his name. “before they start to miss me, perhaps i’ll see you again?”

lucerys catches himself blushing, “i would like that, (y/n).”

you lean forward and place a kiss on his cheek, wishing him a good night before grabbing the candle you originally came into his room with. you begin to sneak away, casting a glance over your shoulder to the princeling who was watching you get away.

you give him one more smile before opening his room door. you slink through the crack with practiced ease and disappear into the hallway.

[targaryensluttt]

a muse on fire

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem! reader

warnings: none for this chapter, will eventually contain dirty nasty passionate smut (lol)

notes: this is my first fanfic, so feedback is appreciated! I'll continue this if I feel like anyone cares, lol. Still deciding on a lot of things, hence the switching between perspectives. Also the title will most likely be changed I couldn't think of a good one. I also have not decided whether to fill in readers name with Y/N or ___.

dōna run = sweet thing 

Gevie = beautiful

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

Third Person

“Of course, we want him looking well. Strong for the realm.” The Queen impressed upon her .”I will portray The King as strong as his soul remains, Your Grace. It will not be an issue.” She had been given-no, rather, fought for- the opportunity to be court painter. It had taken time and countless of her works overlooked in favor of higherborn, silly lords who could barely hold a paintbrush. And now, it was time for a new Targaryen family portrait, the first one to be done by her. The Princess Helaena, a dear friend of hers, had just given birth to her twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, and an updated piece was required. Bless her soul, she suggested ___. The Princess suffered mentally, although she was blessed with great gifts, they cost her much. As one of her former ladies, ___ had become one of her greatest confidantes through the years. Since marrying the Prince Aegon (whom ___’s opinion of was not high at all) she had become more drawn into herself. Since the birth of her children, though, ___ felt her spirit bloom again, and she was so very happy for her dear friend. As a woman artist, one who also felt things very deeply and passionately, she also had trouble containing her thoughts and emotions. As children, both of them were prone to episodes, and as adults, they both would suffer still, mostly in silence. She supposed that is why her and Helaena had bonded at a young age, and she was chosen as one of the Princess’s ladies.

Y/N perspective 

My whole life, art has been my purpose, my reason for ticking. Court did not thrill me, no, but the things I was afforded to see as one of the Princess’s companions made all of the bullshit palatable. As an artist, I am an observer. The lush gardens, beautiful (and some not, inside or out, however they may try to hide it) people, exotic animals, architecture, and other finery were often my subjects in my sketches and paintings. My tendency to drift off, as I was doing then, was interrupted by the Queen finishing her walk around the room to tell her various servants how to set up for the portrait I would be creating. “Your Grace” I said, and bowed my head with a slight courtesy as she went to the door. “Helaena, will you be staying with Lady __, or would you like to take tea with me before my council meeting?” she inquired. “No, mother.” Healena said. “Me and __ are planning on doing some sketch work in the gardens!” Healena loved to sketch too. In previous years, she saw how it would calm me when I was working. She had so much going on in her head, and drawing could help her stress greatly, although her tastes were limited to the insect variety when studying things to draw. It did not bother me one bit, though. Seeing my friend in a state of peace was worth any proximity to bugs. Some of them were rather beautiful too, I thought. I had even started a few sketches of my own of the creepy crawly variety. 

With that in mind, we made for the gardens. The halls of the Red Keep were extra quiet and dull today, no doubt the bright sun having an impact on the noble’s spirits, driving them to the main lawn to laze about and enjoy the afternoon. Upon arriving, I was thinking about how I was grateful that we were headed for the private gardens, in a more secluded part of the castle. I had no desire to witness the bubble-headed people in court go about their business. As subjects, they grew tiring to study fast. While the lawn spread around the caste and had their own enormous garden, Helaena and I’s destination was to the center of the castle, a much more secluded area of gardens mainly reserved for the royal family and their favorites. I had requested the servants set up a cozy area for her and I to spend our afternoon. Sitting down on the delicately embroidered cushions, I took a moment to look up at the sky and breathe in the fresh air. As Helaena settled, I asked her, “What will you be drawing today?” , though I already knew the answer. She smiled widely, and had her personal staff bring forth a tiny golden cage and she gently popped it open, which her newest interest, an orchid mantis she had found resting on the edge of a tulip  last week, came forth. “I’ve named her Ellaira” she said, giving the bug a gentle pet while setting up a branch for him to stand on while she worked. This specimen she had found was a rather interesting and delicate one, I thought. I decided I’d sketch it too.

Third Person

As time passed, both of you engrossed in your work, neither of you at first heard the footsteps approaching. With the serving staff walking about, attending to both your needs through the afternoon, you figured it was one of them. But as the footsteps grew closer, something drew you to look up from your favorite pastime, despite being deep in concentration. Upon seeing him approach, (unfortunately with his brother slightly tailing behind him, scuffing his feet along the way, )you thought about how regal he looked next to Aegon. As if the universe was sending a signal to the people he walked amongst that their roles should be reversed. How threatening, how dangerous he must look to the untrained eyes who knew him not as you did. But the truth was, he was dangerous. Very dangerous to most. Around court, he adopted a stiff stride, quick, as if he always knew exactly where he was intending on going. This was in sharp contrast to his elder brother, Aegon, who had developed a kind of slouchy, dragging walk, who tended to go wherever he deemed would provide him the most pleasure at the moment, and was easily changeable. But today, the younger brother seemed more relaxed, more loose. His strides were longer and quieter, and from across the courtyard, he made eye contact with you, and you smiled immediately.  He slowed to a halt in front of you two. “Sister, how fare you today?” He asks, although never breaking the eye contact between you two. As Aegon stood back and kicked the dirt around his feet, the younger Targaryen even went to sit on a spare cushion facing opposite you two. The sun must have had a calming effect on him today too, you thought. The relaxed mood seemed to suit him well. “Brother,” Helaena says, “Although I am flattered by the inquiry, I wonder if your intention is truly to ask me.” she said, and giggled. Helaena was never one for subtly when it came to embarrassing her brothers. At this, his eye flickered back to his sister, as if he was just remembering to match his face with his words.  

 “Aemond, hello, my Prince.” you said, as he grabbed your hand not holding your pencil, and brought it to his delicate and full lips, laying a chaste kiss on top of it, although you could feel the extra unnecessary second he spent dragging his lips across it and inhaling your scent. At this, you felt your hand grasp his tighter, and shivered slightly, telling yourself it must have been the breeze that entered the courtyard that gave you the chill. He smirked, and let go, lingering by taking his time to remove his fingers from yours. Although the silent exchange was over in a few seconds, it did not go unnoticed by Helaena. She was far too perceptive. She smiled softly but said nothing though, mercifully, (as you already felt the blush spreading from your cheeks to your neck and beginning to bloom on your chest) and went back to observing her mantis crawl across her fingers. “Lady ___, what has been occupying yours and my dear sister’s afternoon?” You explained of his sister’s new mantis, and that was what you two were sketching this afternoon. Endlessly curious of him, you then asked him how he had spent his time. “I have been reading in the lawn, soaking up some warmth, he explained, and then added- and now am escorting this oaf masquerading as my brother to do some sword training. It is a lazy day and I could use some easy practice.” He says, while scowling at Aegon. Turning his attention back to you, he continued softly, “Although, if I had known you were in here, hiding away, I would have much rather come to seek you out earlier.”  “I do so love to be read to.” you shyly said, smiling, remembering the times he had when you were but children, and then feeling as if you should include Helaena as an attempt to dispel the mist of intimacy that had settled between you and Aemond, you lamely added, “and so does she!” But Helaena had not looked up. She held Ellaria so close to her face, and was watching intently. “What came from your pencil and mind today, dōna run?” Aemond asked, and gently reached for your sketchbook, giving you time to push his hand away if you wished. With others, you only let them see the finished piece. The facade of perfection and high standard you held for yourself and your work mattered most. Those who realized the truth of you could surely hurt you and wield it against you. But Aemond was allowed to look, allowed to take, as you had secretly trusted him more than anyone, although at this time you could not explain why. You just knew you couldn’t shake the safe feeling that bloomed within you when he was near. Taking the sketchbook from your hands, you felt his palm lightly brush the back of your hand holding the book. Taking his time to  look at your work, he gently smiled, looked up at you, and said “Gevie.” The blush that threatened to overtake you was turning into a promise, with your cheeks becoming deeper and deeper shades of red quickly. You felt too exposed for this public crowd. A loud “UGGGHH” from Aegon behind you broke the flow of conversation between you and Aemond, and you were almost grateful. Revealing yourself so fully in front of others was not yet something you were comfortable with, and the prospect of looking like a pathetic love stricken maiden in front of everyone made you want to gag. “Brother. Now. I grow impatient of ladies’ tales and doings.” Aegon moped, urging Aemond on. Unable to hold in your eye roll, you pretended to glance up to the side and let it fly. Aemond noticed though, and grinned while he rose to his feet. “Sister, ____, I have to tend to this rat, but I will see you both soon, I am sure.” Pushing Aegon forward and beginning to exit, he briefly stole a second  to look back at you and smile. In that moment, the sun shining through the courtyard roof hit his silver hair perfectly, and illuminated his features, including his exposed eye and high, proud cheekbones. In that moment, he was all you could see. He looked like a young God. He is beautiful. You could have dropped to your knees, prayed to him, and worshiped him. And oh, how you wished to. 

dōna run = sweet thing 

Gevie = beautiful