#salomon x reader

[nikitaxlee]

All Yours?/ Possessive/Obsessive Felix X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Obsessive/Jealous/Possessive Felix, Smut, kinky sex, Mentions of murder. Light breeding.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Please feel free to request anything for I am new and need ideas.

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You were plagued on felix's mind 24/7. He constantly thought about you, and was inextricably obsessed with you. "Fuck, baby, just like that. Right there- Holy shit, Fuck I'm cumming all over those pretty tits."

Felix had his phone in his right hand as he jerked himself off to a picture on your Instagram. You had a nice top with a lower neckline but not to much. You had tagged Felix due to the fact he had taken the photo. How could he not jump at the chance to have a photo of you. Especially in moments like this when he craved sweet release.

"Shit, Mommy, I can't, I fucking can't hold out any longer, I-I Need it I need you, baby." Finally he released his load all over his hand and phone.

As he came down from his high, Post-nut clarity hit him hard. He realized he had a date with you this afternoon and needed to shower and get ready. He put on an nice white, linen button up, unbuttoning the first few buttons enough to show his defined collarbone. He grabbed his phone, which he had cleaned off, and wallet and walked out the door to his car.

As he drove to the cafe he played one of your playlists while imagining blowing your back out to one of them. As he arrived to the cafe he noticed your undeniable beauty sitting at a table with a guy.

Wait... With a guy? That couldn't be right. Felix was the only guy who could speak to you. Make you smile. And even just look at your sexy features. Felix rushed to the scene. 'I'm about to kill this fucking asshole, who the fuck does he think he is? He should know a pretty girl like my Y/N is taken.'

"Y/N? Ready to go?"

"Oh! Hey babe! Meet Salomon, he's from Australia as well! Brisbane actually!" You said as you shot Salomon a smile.

"Oh, cool. That's really cool. But we should go now. We have a date planned." Felix said as he gave Salomon a fake sincere smile.

'I don't know how much I can fucking take before I snap.'

"Bye Salomon! I'll talk to you later." You said as you waved goodbye.

Later. What the fuck does she mean by later. There is no later.

And you too continued walking

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4 Hours later

Felix walked into the scene of you sitting on the couch tapping away on your fun happily. He enjoyed seeing you smile in his presence. He wanted you to be happy with him all the time.

"Whatcha doing babe, Playing a game?" Asked Felix.

"Yeah, Something like that."

Felix went to cook dinner for the 2 of you to finish up such a wonderful day. He heard you giggle in the next room over. Then he heard it again, then again, and once more, again. He finally decided to check on you to see what was so funny. He silently crept up from behind in hopes he could see what you were doing

He noticed you were texting someone and at first he thought it was one of your friends. Until he noticed the contact name.

'Salomon <3'

He snatched your phone out of your hands as rage overcame him. "What the fuck Y/N, What makes you think you can just go about texting another man when you have a boyfriend right here that would love to talk to you." He sounded genuinely hurt and offended that you would even think about another man around him. So you felt bad.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you would be so offended, I was just bonding with-"

"NO, this is our time together." With that he grabbed by the neck and pulled you in to kiss him. The kiss hushed some of his terrible thoughts about killing Salomon but he could still feel the jealousy.

Felix laid you down onto the couch as he took off the tanktop he was wearing. He let out a deep whimper as you caressed his abs.

"Mhm- Fuckkk please touch me Y/N, Show me your mine, Show me I can put a baby in you. Show me I can fuck you better than he would ever. Show me I'm all yours."

You slipped your hand into his pants as you felt him up. You moaned as you felt his cock pulsing waiting to be used.

"Baby, please, I can't wait. Let me just put it in, Let me fuck a baby into you so everybody knows I'm yours as you are mine. So Salomon knows he will NEVER get you as long as I'm around."

You nodded as he pulled down his sweats and boxers and started jerking off his cock. He honestly felt bad he didn't eat you out or at least finger you, but this was you punishment for even thinking of another guy.

As he pushed in, inch by inch, you let out a high pitched moan. He started fucking deep and slow.

"Yes babe, yes take it. Take it all. Suck up all my cum with that tight, needy hole. I want you to be pregnant by the end of this month."

He picked up the pace and kept waves of pleasure moving through you. He know every nook and cranny, every spot, every detail, and he knew that he would make you cum harder than any other bastard that even dared to try. But he knew they wouldn't, because they'd be dead. As you moaned his name you felt him pulse inside of you cueing he was cumming. Suddenly he slammed his hand onto the end of the couch and pounded you.

"Cum, Cum for me, cum so fuckin- ahhh, yes, yes, yes"

He moaned as he released inside of you causing you to orgasm. As you both came down from your high. Felix gave you a deep, passionate kiss before saying, "Mine."

He carried you up to the shower before running it for you and hopping in.

"Y/N, You know I love you so much and I'm serious about putting a baby in you."

"Slow your roll pretty boy, You need to marry me first."

"I guess I will then."

[morlao]

"You can thank me later"

Headcanons:

Being best friends with Anne Sallow

(contains Sebastian x f!reader)

- The first time you meet Anne the two of you immediately get along very well. She is more than happy that after all the weeks that she spent alone with her uncle Salomon, she finally has someone her age - and on top of that A GIRL - to talk to.

- You both spend the whole afternoon talking about Hogwarts while laughing and giggling about the memories that she shares with you.

"Do you know how horrified Leander gets when he sees a spider? One time during class he jumped on his desk and screamed like a little girl for at least five minutes! Professor Hecat had to promise him three times that it was gone before he agreed to sit down again."

- Of course Sebastian starts to feel left out pretty soon. He left you two for only a few couple of minutes and when he steps back in the room you are so busy talking that you don't even notice him. He jumps around, making a scene and acting like a total drama queen, which makes you and Anne cry out in laughter. He dramatically points his finger at Anne: "Stop stealing my best friend!"

- He is not really angry, though, more relived that Anne finally seems happy again. It's been a very long time since he heard her laugh like this. He even feels like she's finally able to forget about the curse - at least for a few minutes.

- After your first meeting you visit Anne on a regular basis. Almost every weekend you spend some time with her, often bringing some snacks from Honeydukes or something from Zonko's to cheer her up.

- Sebastian really appreciates what you do for her and - if that's even possible - he falls even harder for you. Of course Anne doesn't miss the hidden glances and the way he smiles when he looks at you. Not to mention the blush on his face and the fact that he often acts like an idiot in front of you to get your attention. Maybe it's also because of twin intuition that his feelings for you are like an open book to her.

"Merlin, I can't believe how nobody sees that!"

- She loves to tease him about it, which almost every single time gives him nearly a heart attack and causes him to panic as he fears that she might tell you, since you two grew really close. And girls tell their best friends everything, don't they?

"Awww does my twin brother have a crush?"

"Shut up, Anne! That's not true!"

"Of course not, there are a million other reasons why you look at her like that!"

She starts imitating Sebastian's glances and gestures, which causes his face to blush a deeper shade of red than the Gryffindors' flag.

- Even though she likes to tease her brother about his crush on you (by threatening him to tell you if he didn't confess soon) she will not say a single word to you about it. Once in a while she might drop a hint or ask you a question in order to find out whether or not you like Sebastian too. She might say things like:

"Don't you think that he's acting weird lately?"

Or

"He let you have some of his Bertie Bott's Beans? Wow, normally he never shares with anyone! You must be really special to him!"

- Even though Sebastian constantly flirts with you he won't make a proper move for a very long time as he is afraid that you don't like him as more than a friend. While Anne was really amused about that at first, she starts to get pretty annoyed after a few months.

"For Merlin's sake, Sebastian! When will you finally confess to her? If you wait any longer, other boys may take their chance! You know she's amazing, a lot of people fancy her!"

Anne's words haunt Sebastian in his dreams so he decides that the next time you accompany him to Feldcroft he will tell you about his feelings. But again he is too nervous. He just doesn't find the right moment and the right words to tell you (even though he forced Ominis to act out this scene with him various times).

- In the meantime Anne has made a plan herself. She knew exactly that her brother wouldn't find the courage to tell you so she decided that it was finally time for her to take action. As soon as you knock on the door she jumps up, runs outside and takes both your hands while giggling excitedly.

"Y/N, finally! How was your date with Garreth? You have to tell me everything!"

She leads you inside without giving you the chance to stare at her in confusion and ask her what the hell she was talking about. Obviously you weren't on a date with Garreth. Garreth was just a good friend. Your heart belonged to someone else. That special someone who now stood frozen outside the door, absolutely horrified at what he just heard. Garreth FUCKING Weasley!

- He screams out in frustration before clenching his hands into fists and storming inside where you and Anne are standing. Anne is still giggling and asking questions about your "date", barely leaving you time to answer. Sebastian can't believe how happy she is. She knows exactly that he loves you and she still seems to be so excited about the idea of you and Weasley! In his hurtred and anger he doesn't even notice how confused you are and that you try to interrupt Anne various times by asking her, what she was talking about.

- "Anne, what the hell?" He shouts while grabbing her arm. "You knew Y/N was going on a date with Weasley and you didn't bother telling me?!"

Anne smiles innocently. "Of course I knew. She's my best friend. Actually it was my idea. She told me that Garreth passed her a note in potions, asking her if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him. I told her to say yes. Garreth is a nice guy, so why not?"

- Sebastian is so furious, he can't believe what she says. "I told you months ago, that I love her and you set her up with GARRETH? WHAT THE HELL, ANNE?"

- Anne's smile gets even bigger as she watches you stare at him in disbelief. "You love me?" Sebastian freezes as he realises that he just confessed to you (if that's what you could call that screaming and shouting). His face turns bright red and he gets all flustered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "Yes, I do." He finally manages to say.

- Now it's your turn to blush a deep shade of red. Sebastian Sallow loved you? You couldn't help but smile. You never expected him to have a crush on you. While you try real hard not to turn into a blushing and giggling mess he still stares at you. Of course, you're such an idiot! He obviously wanted an answer, a reaction, any sign that you're still alive.

- "Sebastian...", you stutter while slowly stepping closer and taking his hand. "Did you really think that I would go on a date with Garreth? I thought it was quite obvious that I like someone else." You pull him closer and he holds his breath. "Do you really think I would drop everything and go into the forbidden forest to fight some spiders with you if I don't have a crush on you? Wow, I guess even the Hogwarts ghosts know I like you!"

- A huge smile appears on Sebastian's face and before you could say something else he cups your face with his hands and kisses you. Your heart skips a beat when you kiss him back. You couldn't believe it was finally happening!

- When the two of you let go of each other, you see Anne standing there with a huge smile, looking completely satisfied with herself. "You can thank me later!" You laugh and pull her into a hug while Sebastian stares at her with a grin, shacking his head. She really was a true Slytherin.

[suzitaree]

Mourning winter. (S. Sallow x reader)

This story contains spoilers of the game!!!

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Y/n had always been drawn to the enigmatic and brooding Sebastian Sallow. From their first meeting in the defense against the Dark Arts class, she had been intrigued by the quiet intensity that seemed to radiate from him. As they grew closer, Y/n learned about Sebastian's troubled family history and the deep love he had for his sister, Anne.

But everything changed on a cold winter's night when Sebastian came to her, wild-eyed and panicked. He told her that he had just killed his uncle, Salomon, with the unforgivable curse Avada Kedavra. Y/n was shocked and horrified, but Sebastian explained that he had done it to protect his sister Anne, to cure her curse.

The aftermath of the incident was devastating. Anne was traumatized and refused to speak to Sebastian. His best friend, Omnis, was also deeply disturbed by what had happened and took his distance. But Y/n refused to abandon Sebastian. She stood by him, offering him support and comfort during this difficult time.

As the weeks went on, the weight of what had happened seemed to grow heavier and heavier. Anne moved away, she couldn’t bear to be in Feldcroft longer. The once lively Sallow house now felt like a place of mourning, with the only sound being the soft whisper of snowflakes falling outside.

But Y/n remained steadfast, refusing to let Sebastian face his troubles alone. Together, they faced the accusations and investigations that followed Salomon's death, and slowly but surely, Sebastian began to find some measure of peace.

It was a long and difficult road, but in the end, Y/n and Sebastian emerged stronger than ever before. As they looked out at the snow-covered landscape, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. "Snow fell, and blue mournfulness filled the house," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion. But she knew that together, she and Sebastian could weather any storm that came their way.

[neapocream]

Tokyo ClassReunion Summoners

This is a story that I have been thinking of writing for awhile now. Basically writing a kind of aftermath of Tokyo Afterschool Summoners where MC/You soon return after a couple of years gone by.

To be honest I rewrote this like 5 times because I didn’t know how to start. Might do it again.

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Chapter 0: Your Way Back Home

It been so long…so long since that last time you was able to see your family….your friends…your home…

It been 6 year since it all went down, the end of the game, the end of the bloody battles, the end of the loops.

Yet, you still the remember their faces when you was force to say goodbye. Tears was shed, strong hugs given. It was hard for you since you thought you’ll never see them again.

At least that you thought..

Many things happen in 6 years and you were ready to finally go back…the app was right on your phone just waiting to be open.

You without much hesitation push it open, but something was different.

, it feels different. The screen was black…and it stay black.

It not like you did anything wrong. The screen just froze…at least that what you thought for a second until a bright light blinded you and soon went black again.

Abandoning one world for another…is this really what you want?

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When the light finally fades you soon found yourself laying down on a bench in a park. This park…you remember it long ago. It was the same park you first woke up to in Tokyo. You were finally back, finally back home.

You pull out your phone to check something, but didn’t turn it on because you were shock by what you see.

It was your face, your actual face. It not one of the appearance you have to choose like you this because. This is actually the real you.

Your (s/c) skin

Your (e/c) eyes

Your (h/c) (long/short) hair

Even your voice the same, this was the real you that everyone will see…and you couldn’t help but panic a bit.

Will they even recognize you?

Of course not, how they gonna recognize you with a completely different look. How they gonna believe you.

Your appearance, your voice, they not the same…but wait! You check your left hands and see…it was there. It was your summoner mark, it the only thing that didn’t change. But will did mark prove anything? You couldn’t help but have doubts cloud you mouth.

While that was happening your phone shrine bright once again and something pop out. What pop out left you in shock.

Lil’ Salomon: MASTER!!!

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And that as far I gotten. I honestly wanted to add more but don’t know where to go at this point. Got some ideas but not that confident with it.

Haven’t wrote anything like this for awhile…especially after discontinuing my last x male reader fanfic couple years ago (even though people still reading it and don’t know how they keep finding it).

Don’t know if I’ll continue this or start writing scenarios…or both. Just wanted to write something since I been kinda down lately.

[imagineandimagine]

Satisfy Your Taste

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x You(female reader)

Summary: Alfie discovers that his new business partner is pretty hot. He’ll just have to seduce you. 

Warning: Ostentatious, unapologetic kissing. Things should get spicier in the following chapters. 

Tommy was running late. He was supposed to be at the club to discuss a deal with Alfie Salomons but you were probably going to have to stall for time. The moment the clock chimed, in walked Salomons with his crew.

You cussed under your breath, you inhaled deeply to calm yourself before you turned to the men that entered, “Gentlemen!” you exclaimed with a wide smile. “Welcome! My name is Y/N. If you would…”

Alfie cut your little speech short, “Where is Shelby?”

Straight to the point, just as you expected, but you had to distract the men until Tommy arrived, “Please, make yourselves comfortable. What would you like to drink? It’s all on the house, of course.”

Alfie smiled mischievously. You hoped that he wasn’t catching on to what you were doing but the moment his men heard the word ‘drink’ they all started chatting amongst themselves excitedly but none of them dared to move before they had explicit permission from their leader.

Alfie sensed the anticipation around him, he gave himself a moment to contemplate, before he said “Go on you lot, go get your drinks.”

The men cheered and scrambled past each other to the bar.

Alfie remained firm on the spot, sizing you up, and you sensed that he was waiting for you to make the next move.

With a bright smile you took him by the arm and walked with him, “We have a private area where we can talk about business. We just had leather chairs put in and a chaise longue, they’re all very comfortable...”

He arched his eyebrow, “A private area, you say… Comfortable for what?” he paused, wanting you to continue.

Was he just teasing you or was his mind on something more notorious? You lightly squeezed his arm and attempted to change the subject, “Let me be honest with you Mr Solomons. Tommy will never admit it but by the way he talks about you, I feel like he harbors a deep respect for you and he sees you not only as a business partner but a close friend and men of your station don’t have many opportunities to make real friends. Don’t you agree?”

Solomons smirked “Friends, you say…”. His gaze was intense but for a moment it seemed to soften. He parted his lips like he was about to say something more but the doors swung open and Tommy entered the room with his brothers.

You let go of Solomons arm and gave Tommy a Where were YOU!? Sort of look.

Tommy’s face remained stoic as usual as he extended his hand towards Alfie.

You let out a long exhale while the men greeted each other. Tommy opened a stained glass door, and you all entered the private area that you so highly recommended.

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You sat on the chaise longue next to Tommy, across from Alfie who made himself comfortable in an armchair.

Alfie turned to you first, “So, Miss y/n. What is your…”

Tommy cut in before Solomons could finish his question “She’s my partner.”

Alfie frowned, “When you say ‘partner’...what exactly do you mean?”

Tommy leaned forward, “I mean, she helps me manage the business and she’s the one in charge of the club when I’m not around.”

Alfie turned to you again, “Is that right, Miss Y/N?”

You nodded, “That is correct.” you knew that you should have said something more but the man was making you nervous and you were afraid that if you said anything more you would just start to mumble. It was better to let Tommy talk while you steadied your breathing and became more accustomed to the man’s presence. Why was your heart beating so fast? This man really had a unique kind of charisma about him, even though he made you nervous, you couldn’t get enough of him.  

Tommy continued the business proposal he had prepared as he set several documents on the table ”….Supply us with alcohol and in exchange we’re willing to store any shipments that you find troublesome to store due to legal restrictions. We have several strong rooms located under the club.” Tommy stood up and buttoned his vest, “Follow me, please and we’ll happily show you the location.”

Alfie put his hat on, “Let’s go then,” he said as he stood up.

You stood up too and walked behind Tommy.

Tommy opened the door but before he could take another step, Alfie grabbed his arm.

“Ladies first,” Alfie gave you a nod and pushed Tommy aside to make room for you.

You smiled politely before you passed the two men. You tried to appear unfazed as you felt a heavy gaze upon your silhouette when you walked through the door.

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After the tour of the strong rooms, you went back to the bar. Alfie gestured to one of his men to come over. He took out a dark bottle out of a sack that the man was carrying. “Perhaps you’d like to sample the product Miss Y/N.  Try this and tell me what you think.” He poured the brown liquid into a glass.

You took a sip and tried your best not to gag. Somehow you managed to swallow the liquid, “I mean no disrespect Mr Solomons…”

Solomons put his hand up “Alfie. Please. Call me Alfie.”

You hesitated, trying to think of any nice by honest words to describe the brown sludge swirling in your glass,  “Alfie. I mean no disrespect but this isn’t the best tasting whisky. I’m afraid it’s not my favorite. Then again, I’m no expert when it comes to whiskey.”

Alfie chuckled, “I appreciate your honesty Miss y/n. Next time, I’ll make sure to bring something that is more to your taste.” He then turned to Tommy, “Mister Shelby, I think we have a deal.”

The two men spit into their palms and shook hands.

You tried to do the same but before you could bring your hand to your lips, Alfie caught your hand,  flipped it and kissed it, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When he finally let go he said “Pleasure doing business with you Miss Y/N.”

Even though you tried to hide it, it was clear to see that your cheeks had turned a deeper colour before you mumbled, “The pleasure is all mine.”

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After everyone left, you and Tommy went through the documents to check if everything was in order.

“What was that?” Tommy said with amusement in his voice as he flipped through the papers.

“What was what?” you asked, genuinely not knowing what he meant. “I thought everything went quite smoothly, despite the fact that YOU were late to the meeting.”

Tommy shook his head in disbelief. “Well, you sure know how to keep a man distracted.”

You groaned, “Speak plainly, please. What are you insinuating exactly?”

Tommy chuckled before he took a sip of his whiskey “Alfie couldn’t keep his eyes off you. I kind of regret not asking him for something more, he’d probably agree to anything, given how preoccupied he was.”

You put the papers down and you glared at Tommy, “What’s wrong with you today? At first you were short with the man, not letting him ask me anything and then butting in when I tried to say something and now you’re making up some wild assumptions.”

“Assumptions? Everything seemed pretty clear to me. I was short with the man because I thought he was making you uncomfortable but you cozied up to him real quick. ‘With all due respect Mr Solomon’, ‘It’s my pleasure Mr Salomon’, ‘Shall I open my pretty little…’ ” Tommy mocked.

You stopped him from finishing that sentence, “Shut up, Tommy! You’re delusional! You can finish all this damn paperwork yourself!” You shot back before you stormed off to the bar.

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Tommy left a few hours later. When he tried to wave to you, you pretended to be very preoccupied with cleaning a glass. He just laughed to himself and left.

When you were finished polishing the glasses, you stepped into the now empty kitchen. You thought that you finally had a moment to yourself when you heard a knock on the back door.

You thought that it was a late delivery but to your surprise, it was your new business partner, “Mr Solo…Alfie. Is everything alright?” you looked him over, he looked a bit disheveled.

Alfie let out a grunt and squeezed his arm, a red stain was forming on his sleeve. “May I come in?”

You quickly ushered him into the kitchen and told him to sit on the bench. You got a first aid kit out of a cupboard. You’ve patched up every one of the Shelby’s many times on that same bench, so you already knew what to do. You rolled up Alfie’s sleeve and got to work.

Alfie put his hat on the bench, “Thank you. It’s just a small cut. Nothing really. It’s just that…” he paused, “I was upset… There is something that has been weighing on my mind. I just cant’s seem to…”

“All done.” You said smugly putting the first aid kit to the side.

“Aren’t you quick.” Alfie said as he examined his bandaged arm.

“I’m guessing that your arm wasn’t the only reason you came here tonight. You said something was weighing on your mind? You were upset?” you patted yourself on the back for being more bold in Alfie’s presence but that quickly went out the window.

Alfie suddenly placed two fingers on your cheek and made you look at him as he leaned in, “Perhaps a kiss, to make me feel better then?” He said with a toothy smile.

The close proximity made adrenaline shoot through your veins, so you leaned back a little to give yourself some space, “I’ll tell you what. You tell me what’s bothering you and I’ll give you a kiss.” You couldn’t believe that you actually said that. What were you thinking? Why did you agree to that so easily?

Alfie’s stared into your eyes for a long time before he spoke, “I’m not a man that likes to share…” he paused.

You weren’t sure if that was the end of his sentence but the silence was driving you crazy, “You don’t like to share?” you asked.

Alfie sighed, “I don’t like to share how I feel…” he continued, “I find you distracting and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Another long pause that you could not take, “Is that it?”

He leaned forward, “That’s it. Now you promised me something…” he said in a hushed tone as he cocked his head to the side.

Was he actually expecting you to kiss him or was this some kind of test? You couldn’t tell so you tried to persuade him to say something more, “I’m not sure I’m satisfied with that answer…”

“Well… I hope you find this more satisfying.” Before you could react, Alfie griped your chin between his two fingers and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, he grazed your cheek with his thumb as he deepened the kiss, you did not expect such a man to be so tender. When he slipped his hand under your dress and squeezed your thigh causing you to open your mouth in surprise, he seized that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue on yours was making your head spin, you grabbed onto his shirt to bring him closer to you, he smelled of whisky, smoke and something you couldn’t put your finger on. Through the kiss, you could feel a deep yearning for something more within that man, as you continued to kiss, his movements became more desperate as his hands explored your body, squeezing and pulling until in spite of yourself, you moaned against his mouth. But before you completely lost yourself and forgot the entire world around you existed he suddenly stopped.

He pulled away reluctantly, his mouth still hovering an inch from yours, “Forgive me… “ he breathed “I’m being too forward.”

You had to concentrate hard in order to understand the words coming out of his mouth after a kiss like that.  “It’s quite alright…” you said between breaths.

He stood up abruptly, “I should go…” but he stood there unmoving, his eyes darting all over the place, as if he was fighting himself inside his head. “Unless…you’d like to show me a more private place, you said something about a chaise longue?”

You regained at least some of your wit before you answered, “What happened to being too forward?” you smiled cheekily.

Alfie nodded and picked up his hat, “Right. In that case…” he tipped his hat to you “Good day Miss Y/N. I’ll show myself out.” then he hurriedly hobbled out the door.

You bit your lip. If Alfie’s plan was to mess with your head, then he thoroughly succeeded.

 Author’s note:  Tommy isn’t going to be very pleased when he hears about this.

[hufflepuffgirly2203]

HOGWARTS LEGACY SPOILER!!!

CONTEXT: I'm currently playing Hogwarts legacy and I finished Sebastian's quest (rip Salomon,although he was an a-hole)

But I wanted to rewrite the scene after MC and Sebastian use Isidora's pensieve. Sebastian is one of my favourite character and I hate that his love for his sister and the dark arts induced him to kill his uncle, so I'll put my spin on the story because I'm emotional and Sebastian deserved better.

Disclaimers:

1. English isn't my mother tongue, so for any grammar/spelling mistake, I'm sorry.

2. I'm not a professional writer and also I haven't been writing for a long time, so maybe some dialogues might be cringey.

3. MC is a girl, has a name (Charlotte) and posess a backstory (also she's an hufflepuff, because who doesn't like a little bit of slytherpuff?)

4. Like you could tell from point three: It's not a Sebastian x Reader but a Sebastian x OC

ENJOY!

Charlotte looked away from Sebastian, she knew what he was going to ask after seeing what Isidora could do, she knew that he counted entirely on her, but she couldn't convince herself to do that. Sebastian's actions were noble, she admired him, she loved how he was determined to save his sister, she knew how losing a loved one can break a person,

but in the last few days Sebastian acted different, he was going berserk, it's like- if she didn't even know him.

"Charlotte"

His voice interrupted her train of thought.

"Can't you see? This is our answer, you're the answer, we can finally save Anne."

Sebastian was ecstatic, he embraced Charlotte lifting her off the ground, he could finally save his dear sister and they could finally live their old life, they could even stop living with his uncle

"Sebastian please wait a second"

Sebastian's smile slowly disappeared as he arched his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

"I don't even know how to do Isidora's spell-"

"Is that the problem?" He laughed putting his hand on her shoulder "You can learn it, Lottie, I believe in you. You are one of the greatest witch i've ever know. You'll learn it in a hearbeat and then we could save my sister"

"You didn't let me finish" Charlotte looked away again, she couldn't bear the sight of Sebastian's despair "I don't even know if I want to do it"

Sebastian stepped back, how could she even say that? He thought.

"Then I was right" His voice, now filled with anger, trembled slightly at his friend's betrayal "You don't care about my sister,"

"I do care it's just that it's unethical"

"Unethical?" He repeated "It's unethical to save my sister from her pain? It's unethical to do the right thing and give her back her old life?"

"We don't know if we can take something else from her. What if it's not just the pain? If we take another important aspect of her soul? I'm not taking that risk. I'm not going to possibly hurt Anne"

Charlotte eyes were watery,she was on the verge of tears.

She cried only once in front of Sebastian,during their argument about Charlotte's goblin friend, now this.

"You don't have a say on this"

"You do?" She retorted "Anne said to you multiple time to stop searching a cure"

"Because my uncle got inside her head that there is no cure"

"I know your uncle is an asshole but he's doing this just to protect Anne. To protect you" she tried to convince him "You're gonna get hurt if you continue like this. I know you're acting out of love, but you're also acting impulsively"

"I thought you were better than this" he hissed

"I did too"

Charlotte decided that she needed to leave the undercroft, for her own and Sebastian's good.

She hesitated to say 'no' to him, but it was the right decision; she couldn't bear the thought of Sebastian getting hurt.

"If you had gone through the same thing I did, you'd understand that I'm right. You would be on my side." He shouted across the room with angry tears in his eyes.

Charlotte finally broke down, crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

'Oh shit' Sebastian thought. He was too absorbed on Anne's illness that he forgot about his friends,deep down he knew that he was being an asshole yet he couldn't shake the sense of entitlement to his own anger.

He felt really ashamed about himself, he needed to

"Look Lottie I'm sorry" he caught up with and pulled her into an embrace

"Do you really think that I don't care about Anne? About you?" Charlotte sinked on his chest,crying.

"I know how you feel Seb, that's why at first I was so eager to help you" she admitted

"I know you care about Anne and me, I'm sorry for being an asshole" He kissed her forehead, gently stroking her hair "I was stressed, but that's not an excuse. Everyone has their own problems, and I truly apologize. If you need to talk I'm here, I promise you that."

"I'm sorry I didn't want to make this about myself"

"No, don't apologize" Sebastian said firmely "you made me realize that I'm not the only one who suffers in this world"

Charlotte let out a little laugh "You're an asshole but at least you're funny"

Sebastian wiped away her tears "On a serious note: do you wanna talk about yourself?"

Charlotte rested her head on his laps "I need to let it out, it's not simple but long story short: One day me and my parents had a fight because of some shit, I don't even remember why." Charlotte sighed "I decided to ran away when my parents weren't home as a form of childish protest, I was missing for hours so my big brother was obviously worried, he tried searching me everywhere, when he finally found me, I was being attacked by a pack of dark mongrels just because i wanted to save a wounded sheep, You can guess how it goes"

"I'm so sorry Lottie"

"Don't be. I was dumb" Charlotte started weeping again "Sometime I wish that it was me that died that day instead, if only I didn't ran away he would have been probably alive"

"No" Sebastian cupped her head with his hands "It's not your fault,ok? He would probably be proud of you for who you've become. Don't be so harsh on yourself"

"Sometimes it's hard"

"I know" Sebastian hugged her again

"Seb I know it's a lot to ask for but we need to stop searching for Anne's cure. I'm afraid that I'll lose you in the process"

Charlotte blushed a little bit, it was strange to say it out loud, but she really cared about Sebastian and she would be heartbroken if anything happened to him.

"Also we need to stop using dark arts... they are fascinating but they are illegal for a reason. Don't take this the wrong way, I don't think you are a monster, If I could've the chance I would've probably used Imperio too to save my brother. But Omnis is right, they are dangerous"

"You're right" Sebastian sighed "It's hard to give up"

"I know, but Anne maybe would be happier and less concerned about your well being, I know it's a lot but would give it a try?"

Sebastian hesitated, but he knew that she was right.

Dark arts would have only consumed Sebastian, and on top of it all, Anne wouldn't approve of that.

"I'll send an owl to my uncle, asking if I can see Anne, maybe he'll forgive me"

"He has a bad temper but I'm sure he cares about you"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that"

"Who wouldn't like Sebastian Sallow?" Charlotte teased him pinching his cheek, bringing both to laughter

"Lottie"

"Yes?"

"I care about you too"

[lovethisletters]

Belly boops for the Side Characters! + Luke!

This is the second part to the Belly boop hc! You can find the first one here!

Something that I failed to mention is that I also do this whenever I seek reassurance bc I'm lacking confidence or something, so I included this here.

Keys: MC = your main character's name.

Summary: The Side Characters discover a peculiar trait of MC: belly boops.

Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!

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Diavolo

It happened in a RAD council meeting of all places...great.

Diavolo was in the middle of his speech when he suddenly snorted in laughter; startling everyone in the room who then directed their eyes at you.

...Or more specifically...your finger still poking Diavolo's belly.

Turns out that the prince of hell is very ticklish.

You froze, not knowing what to say or how to react to the murderous glance Lucifer directed at you while Diavolo was still laughing in the background.

When he finally managed to calm down, he was very curious about why you had done such random thing?

—MC, is this some kind of ritual from the human world? a tradition, perhaps?

You struggled to find the correct words to explain your weird habit.

Wich was a bit hard, given the fact that Lucifer never once let his "I'm going to hang you in cerberus room" kind of stare fall off.

When you did finally manage to explain Diavolo the meaning behind such weird occurrence.

He let out a warm laugh and gently booped your belly back.

—Thank you for telling me, MC. Please, ignore what Lucifer has to say! I'll be more than happy if this becomes something usual between the two of us!—He said close to your ear, loud enough for Lucifer to hear but quiet enough for it to resemble a whisper.

From that day onwards, expect unexpected Belly boops from the Demon prince!

Barbatos

Barbatos had invited you to the Market to buy some groceries when you first poked him.

At first he thought you were trying to get his attention, so he turned towards you and waited for you to say something.

But you only returned his glance, confused as to why he had suddenly stop walking just to look at you.

When none of you said anything, Barbatos carried on, thinking perhaps it was a mistake and he must have imagined it or something.

But then a few moments later...he felt it again...

He looked down just to see your finger poking the side of his stomach, confused he looked up at your face; only to find the most casual expression ever, like if you haven't even noticed what you where doing.

He was a bit weirded out...but ok, he'll just put a little distance between the two of you.

After that the belly boops became a frequent occurrence every time you'll see each other.

He'll be bringing you tea...boop!

He'll be opening the door for you and...boop!

You'll be saying goodbye to him and...boop!

He doesn't like it, but good ol' Barbatos is too polite to tell you.

So he just...ever so discreetly dodges the boop, takes a step back or softly puts your hand away.

Unlike the other times, you did noticed you where booping him; but as he didn't seem to be bothered by it, you just continued.

Is not until Barbatos starts to do this things that you notice he actually doesn't enjoy it.

You decided to talk to him, apologize and explain that you weren't doing such thing to mock him or anything; but that you were doing it out of feelings of trust and a sense of comfort around him and that was your way to express it.

He smiles sincerely at you.

—If that's the case then feel free to continue, MC; I'm glad to be someone you trust.

And by all means you did.

Barbatos now quickly grows fond of your belly boops, knowing that such simple gesture signifies the strength on your relationship.

Solomon

Perhaps the first time it happened was while he was tutoring you in casting spells.

He was concentrated in explaining you the correct wording when he felt a light pressure in his stomach...it was your finger.

—MC, What are you doing?—he asked tilting his head in confusion, his gaze never straying from your finger still in his stomach.

You quickly put your finger away and tried to act as if nothing had happened, but Solomon never stopped giving you this questioning and confused look.

So you quickly explain to him that this is something you do with people you feel comfortable with, sometimes to unconsciously seek for reassurance.

You watched as a small smirk creeped over his lips wich each and every word that came out of your mouth.

—Ahhh~ I see~

And with that you realize, you might have committed the biggest mistake of your life.

Every time you poke him, his smile spreads wider than the Cheshire cat and his eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief as he proceeds to tease you endlessly.

But sometimes, when he notices that you poked him in seek of comfort or because you where feeling anxious.

He'll lower down your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand as long as you need to, letting you know...

That he'll always be there for you.

Simeon

Simeon had offered to wait for you and walk you home since you had cleaning duties to do and the brothers where all in a council meeting.

And as the two of you arrived at the house of lamentation, you offered to prepare some tea to thank him for walking you home; which he kindly accepted.

As you two where talking about your experiences in the devildom and laughing at the funny shenanigans y'all went through.

You unconsciously...just...boop! in the middle of the conversation.

Simeon froze for a second and stared down at where your finger met his belly.

Embarrassed you pulled back and tried to explain yourself. When all of a sudden...

boop! He had booped you back.

Simeon was overjoyed when you booped him, because you see...he's a boop person too!

Tho he's more used to booping people's noses or cheeks, he's still glad that you did what you did.

No need to apologize or explain yourself to him, there's an unspoken understanding between boop people!

He knows that not all people like it, and can be a bit embarrassing to try and explain why you do such thing, belive me he has had to explain himself to Michael more than just a few times...

For a moment you two share a glint of happiness and mischief, not needing any words to understand what's about to happen.

BOOPING WAR!!!!!

He boops your stomach mercilessly but you don't hold back either!

When the brothers arrive they just stare at the two of you in pure confusion.

They're so weirded out by this: you two poking each other's bellys and laughing and behaving like toddlers.

Lucifer tries to break off whatever weird contest you two are having...oh boi

—Simeon, MC! Why are you engaging in such childish behavior?!? Have you no...

—boop!

Simeon had just booped the avatar of pride in the nose...with sound and all...

You couldn't help but laugh at Lucifer's bewildered expression, but you weren't the only one...the brothers also couldn't stop themselves from laughing their butts off.

May god have mercy on all of you because y'all grounded.

Completely worth it tho...

Overall, Simeon is happy to find someone who shares his same habit and will always be glad to start a booping war with you.

Luke

Luke is just too cute! You couldn't help yourself and booped his stomach the second you met him!

—Hey! Quit it! What do you think you're doing!?!?

The puppy angy >:c

He has enough with Simeon's booping and now he has to deal with you?!?!

Slaps your hand every time you try to boop him.

I think Luke's feelings towards you booping him can be summarized in this:

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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov  where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

[yn-dreamlife]

Obey Me x Reader

Key:

Bold text = Smut

Italicized text = Angst

Regular text = Fluff

If there is a mixture of fonts then it has more than one, if unsure check the warnings and they should be first.

Crossed out words *like this* means coming soon

Fics under the cut and remember as long as my bio says so my requests are open!! | Main Masterlist |

The Brothers:

Lucifer (pride)

-- Lemanation brothers x Insecure!Reader

The brothers notice you're feeling insecure/ jealous and comfort you.

Warnings: insecure and jealous reader (duh), slightly suggestive content, fluff, slight angst

Mammon (greed)

-- Lemanation brothers x Insecure!Reader

The brothers notice you're feeling insecure/ jealous and comfort you.

Warnings: insecure and jealous reader (duh), slightly suggestive content, fluff, slight angst

Leviathan (envy)

-- Lemanation brothers x Insecure!Reader

The brothers notice you're feeling insecure/jealous and comfort you.

Warnings: insecure and jealous reader (duh), slightly suggestive content, fluff, slight angst

Satan (wrath)

-- Lemanation borhters x Insecure!Reader

The brothers notice you're feeling insecure/jealous and comfort you.

Warnings: insecure and jealous reader (duh), slightly suggestive content, fluff, slight angst

Asmodeus (lust)

-- Lemanation brothers x Insecure!Reader

The brothers notice you're feeling insecure/jealous and comfort you.

Warnings: insecure and jealous reader (duh), slightly suggestive content, fluff, slight angst

Beelzebub (gluttony)

-- Lemanation brothers x Insecure!Reader

The brothers notice you're feeling insecure/jealous and comfort you.

Warnings: insecure and jealous reader (duh), slightly suggestive content, fluff, slight angst

Belphegor (sloth)

-- Lemanation brothers x Insecure!Readers

The brohters notice you're feeling insecure/jealous and comfort you.

Warnings: insecure and jealous reader (duh), slightly suggestive content, fluff, slight angst

Undateables:

Lord Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Solomon

[moustachewalker]

Did you miss me? - August Walker x reader

Requested by: @vintagevampyrer

           I was thinking if I maybe could get some "we haven't see each other in a long time, so let's make out" kinda of scenario with August Walker? Because thats some something that I would love do read right now. Thank you 💖            

A/N: So I didn´t turn that one into a smut (cause it wasn´t reeeaally requested). BUT if you want smut I´ll sure give it to you so feel free to request some ;) Anyway I hope you like it

Warnings: Make out session so mild mild smut I guess

August and Y/N had both been on missions for a while now. Travelling to different countries across the globe, not seeing each other and barely hearing from one another. It wasn´t always easy but work kept them busy.

Y/N was working on a mission in Berlin when she received  call from him. “I hope I´m not disturbing you”, he answered the phone. “Not a bit”, she laughed. “If you´re still in Berlin and could spare some time in two days, we should meet up” August uttered. “Did you stalk my files again, Walker?” Y/N teased him. August let out a small laugh. “Well I can´t wait to see you again sweety” Longingly Y/N looked out of the Hotel window she was leaning on. The streets were still busy even late at night and all the brightly lit up buildings created a rather romantic view. “Yes. Yes I will still be in town in two days” A soft smile formed on her lips.

The next day Y/N spend her time yearning Augusts arrival. To touch him again, to run her fingers through his dark curls, to feel his strong muscles, to press her lips against his. But they day just didn´t seem to end at all. It had been way too long since the two of them had seen each other.

When the time finally came Y/N spend her whole day trying desperately to look perfect. For the tenth time she was brushing her Y/H/C hair and struggled to decide whether she should wear it in a braid or not. A nd for the tenth time she changed her outfit, her first try did seem too dry and her last one seemed way too much like she was trying too much. Eventually she would choose a more casual outfit which she knew August liked. Underneath she put on her special lingerie which made her feel extra sexy.

Late in the night she got a text from August.

Send me your place.

A mischievous smile spread across her face as she texted him her location.

Not even an hour later a loud knock broke the silence of Y/Ns room. With a pounding heart she opened the door. His handsomeness took her by shock every time. His curls were messy and falling into his face constantly. He was wearing a simple shirt with a tie, but it didn´t block the view on his muscular arms. Y/N took a step back to let him in. As soon as he did and Y/N closed the door his lips were already locking in on hers. His big, warm hands cupped her face. August guided her a few steps back so he could lift her up to sit on a commode. With a certain grip he placed himself between her thighs. A soft moan escaped Y/Ns mouth. “Did you miss me?”,he breathed out in her ear making her shiver. “Y-Yes” Was the only thing she was able to let out, then August lips were already laying on hers again only to wander down her neck, kissing and sucking on it. One of his hands travelled from Y/Ns face to her chest and under her shirt grabbing her breast. Y/N could feel the bulge in his pants building. Eager she grabbed him by his tie and pulled him closer. Taken by surprise August looked up and smiled at her. “Oh some one is hungry” “You have way too much fabric on for that” She rustled. Pleased he took a small step back to unbutton his shirt – way too slow – and finally taking it off. His well trained body made Y/N want him even more. So she jumped of the commode and grabbed him by his hand, guiding him towards the bed. She then pushed him down on his back and crawled on top of him.

“I like your short temper” August hummed.

“Well you have let me waiting for way too long”

[queenshelby]

Dark Desires (Part One)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Solomon!Reader

Warning: Smut, Arranged Marriage, Religious Themes, Loss of Virginity 

Notes: I hope no one gets offended by this! If so, I apologize in advance.

You stood in front of the alter at the synagogue and looked at the stranger in front of you with some confusion. He was the man who you were forced to marry and he was older than you had expected.

He also wasn’t Jewish which, to you seemed, strange considering your family’s believes and all you knew about him was that he was in business with your uncle, Alfie Salmons.

Your uncle had no children himself and, therefore, it was you who had to bear the burden of marrying this stranger. You were the closest unmarried relative he had and, in your small community, it was all about family and connections.

You knew that your marriage to this man was for this very purpose only and your uncle had told you many times how, sometimes, one would have to make a personal sacrifice in order to succeed in business.

This sacrifice was going to be your hand in marriage and, when you stood there and listened to the rabbi, you learned that your future husband’s name was Thomas Shelby.

Thomas Shelby’s reputation preceded him and your chin dropped. You had never seen or met him before but, when you heard his name, you knew who he was.

He was a member of parliament who used to be associated with the fascist, Sir Oswald Mosley, until they had a rather public falling out. And, he was also a known to be career criminal who owned several businesses in Small Heath.

“Why are you marrying a Jew after associating yourself with men like Mosley?” you asked carefully and quietly but the rabbi noticed and told you to be quiet.

“I have my reasons Love, now give me your hands” Thomas told you and shivers began to run down your spine.

You despised what he stood for and you knew that your uncle hated the fascists just as much as you did. So why was he doing this? What was he going to achieve by marrying you?

These intrusive thoughts went through your mind throughout the entire ceremony and you couldn’t even listen to what the rabbi had to say until it was done.

You were married now, to a man who you didn’t know, but thought you should fear.

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“Mazal tov, now let’s celebrate our new reunion, eh” your uncle said cheerfully after you and your husband exchanged rings and broke the glass and, as usual, he didn’t adhere to any of the rules when he stepped up towards the alter.

“Mr Salmons, I will have to ask you to leave…” the rabbi began to say, shaking his head in disbelieve at your uncle’s attitude.

“Oh common, don’t be like this rabbi. You just married a non-Jew to a Jew so, me being up here with you, is the least of your problems. Despite, Tommy here isn’t even circumcised, eh” Alfie said and, by this point, you had become rather embarrassed about his behaviour.

You took your religion and this ceremony seriously and so did your parents. Yet, your uncle took a very light hearted approach to the sacrifice you had just made for the family and you didn’t appreciate that.

“Alfie, show some fucking respect, eh” Tommy said before apologising to you and the rabbi and you stepped down from the alter with your cheeks burning red. This wedding was a disaster and you wondered what else there was in store for you expect from the obvious.

***

Fortunately for you, there wasn’t much of a reception after the ceremony and, yet, you were reminded by both, your mother and your maid, that you had duties to fulfill that night.

“I am aware mother” you told her again, after already having had this conversation with her several times over.

You knew that you had to complete the ceremony in the traditional way and, as your uncle had told you, he was hoping that you would bear some heirs for the Shelby and Salomon empire in the future.

Being a mother had always been your desire and now that you were married, your wish may finally come to true. But, did you want children with a man like Thomas Shelby? You weren’t entirely sure.

The other question was whether he wanted you at all. He hadn’t talked much to you following the ceremony and, when you approached him about the conclusion of your matrimony, he simply laughed.

“You actually want me to…” he began to speak with amusement and you were quick to interrupt him. Clearly, he had no idea what was expected of him during your first night as a married couple.

“We must Thomas. It is required” you told him and all he did in response was to cock his eyebrows.

“Alright then Love. I will see you at midnight, eh” he said, still chuckling in disbelieve and you wished that he would have informed himself of your traditions and the requirements of your union before marrying you.

He didn’t care about you, or any of this and yet, somehow, you were, by tradition and custom, required to obey and serve him and to bear his children.

***

As Tommy had required, just before midnight, you laid down on the large cushioned bed inside your bedroom which you didn’t share with your husband.

You already removed your wedding gown as you had been told to do by your maid, now wearing nothing but white satin panties and a white satin nightgown which was the same nightgown your mother had bought for you for this very special and particular occasion.

It was pretty, modest and practical for completion of the ceremony which, traditionally, was done by the obvious act of intimacy.

Until such act was being conducted, you had to stay pure and this was something you adhered to. Your God’s values aligned with yours and this was the very reason you remained a virgin until now even though it felt somewhat improper and upsetting to give up your virginity to a man who you barely knew.

It was your duty and your obligation nonetheless to give this purity to your husband and whilst you didn’t exactly choose to be with him, you were about to have sex with him. You had agreed to this out of your own believes and contrition and you were determined to go through with it.

To get you into the mood, your maid had lit some candles and placed them all around the bedroom. And, it was also your maid who had explained the act to you in the past.

She told you that, your first time, was going to be painful and she also told you that you may never learn to enjoy sex in the future. According to her, it was simply your duty as a wife to satisfy the needs of your husband and bear his children.

She recalled her own wedding night as having been disastrous but it gave her what she now loved the most, her beautiful ten-year-old son.

A son was what your uncle told you needed to give to your husband. He already had one, but one was not enough. He needed many to look after his business affairs.

***

With that in mind, you prepared yourself and prayed for a successful conception. Being a mother was your ultimate goal and desire and, when your husband finally entered your bedroom at around midnight as promised, your heart began to race like crazy.

The nervousness you were encountering was nerve-racking and, the truth was that, you just really wanted to get this last part of your union over and done with.

“Are you sure that you want to proceed this way? Because we really don’t have to do this as far as I am concerned” your husband said with a little concern and it was almost like sleeping with you was transactional rather than something he desired to do.

“Yes. I am sure Thomas. It is required by our religion and I value our traditions. Let me fulfill my duties as your wife and bear you children” you told him and he immediately cocked his eyebrows at you again.

“Alright then” he said nonetheless. He was a man with needs after all and, with that, he took off his suit jacket, shoes and tie before approaching the bed slowly.

It didn’t take long for you to feel his weight on the bed and you were surprised by the fact that he didn’t even bother to get undressed.

“Have you ever had sex before Love?” he then asked bluntly while nudging your legs apart and positioning himself in between them in a kneeling position.

“No I haven’t” you admitted as you felt part of his weight on top of you after he had lowered himself onto you slowly and you inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his aftershave.

“Alright, then I will be gentle, eh” Tommy said somewhat reassuringly as hand began to trace down your body, right beneath your panties and, eventually, he slid his fingers over your naked mound.

“Do you want me to take off my clothes?” you stammered nervously after shrieking at the sudden contact. This was the first time anyone but yourself had explored this region with his hands and, to your surprise, the feeling was rather pleasant.

“No Love. There is no need” he told you while he began toying with your soft little pussy.

“I didn’t expect you to be so wet already. This should be easy” your husband then said with a husky voice as his finger traced the exact outline of your vulva. He explored each fold, then toyed with your slit for a moment, and then slid his finger up towards your clit.

“I am?” you asked, moaning and stammering all at the same time. It was all you could say as it was almost too much for you to tolerate. You had never been with a man before and, whilst you were extremely nervous and even somewhat embarrassed about it, you were also extremely aroused by the idea of having sex for the first time.

It was obvious to you that your husband’s fingers were busy with a purpose. Within a split second, he had pushed the crotch of your underwear aside, while two of his fingers applied gentle pressure to your labia. He nudged the folds apart, and revealed what must have been a small opening.

“You are and I think that you are ready to take my cock now. But, don’t worry, I will go slow, eh?” Tommy then said as he pulled himself back up for a minute and unzipped his pants.

“Okay” you stammered again as he pushed down his pants and briefs but, before you could get a good look at his member, he leaned back down and positioned himself in between your legs.  

“Spread your legs a bit wider for me Love” he ordered you before he bucked his hips forward.

“Okay” you responded once more while clenching onto the sheets with your fists in anticipation.

“That it Love” Tommy cooed as, suddenly, the crown of his manhood rushed inwards and penetrated you without any warning whatsoever. Even the tip of his cock was enough to make your entire body tense up, and you groaned bitterly in response to the sudden intrusion.

There was an immediate burning soreness, as you felt your nether regions struggle to accommodate the intruder.

Tommy’s fingers eased their touch, and you felt your labia softly collapsing around his bulbous cockhead.

“Common Love. Let me push inside. You can take it” Tommy groaned while you struggled to breathe and then he uttered a simple moan, guttural and pleased.

“You are too big. You need to go slow” you told him as he continued to push his crotch towards yours. His erection slid deeper, and closer to your virginity. "

“You will get used to it. Trust me” your husband responded while you whimpered in confusion and with arousal. It felt too overwhelming but you knew that it had to be done. It was part of the ceremony and you needed to fulfill your duty as a wife.

“The more we do it, the easier it will get” Tommy then said as his member moved slowly but deliberately and you were distinctly aware of the exact shape and size of his cockhead.

“Okay” you said through gritted teeth while the walls of your vagina had formed a seal around that first inch of Tommy’s manhood and you could vividly imagine every ridge and vein adorning his shaft.

“Just keep your legs open for me, alright Love? Don’t fight it” Tommy then said and, after you nodded again, his cockhead applied pressure to what felt like a barrier. A thin membrane. Your treasured hymen. It was the one sign that you never had sexual intercourse and your panic grew worse. You knew that, what was about to come, would be rather painful.

“It hurts” you eventually pointed out as Tommy kept on moving inside of you slowly and the incredibly vulnerable, thin membrane inside you slowly began to tear.

“I know Love, but it will get better. I promise. Just try to relax and let me inside of you” Tommy said reassuringly and the only panicked reaction you could think of was to shut your legs slightly.

But it didn’t matter and, a short moment later, it happened. Tommy pushed forward and your hymen stretched a little more, and then collapsed.

“That’s it Love” he groaned in approval as your naked pussy clamped down on his erection, and you cried out bitterly.

“Oh god” you screamed as there was a sharp, stinging pain when Tommy tore your hymen and, luckily for you, the pain rapidly faded into a dull soreness.

Unlike the pain, the soreness was a sensation that you could tolerate and so you began to relax.

“You feel so good Love. So very tight and wet” Tommy cooed and, after feeling you relax around him, Tommy pulled back just a little, and then plunged deeper in than before. Multiple inches of his erection were being shoved into you, and you could feel your insides stretched taut to surround him.

“Thomas…” you moaned. It was such a surreal experience. You could feel your husband’s cock inside of you, and its heat was mixing with yours. More so than that, you awkwardly began to notice that your body continued to react on its own. Heat was building inside your loins, and you could feel yourself getting wetter because of the constant stimulation.

“You are going to take my cock so well, aren’t you, eh? Every fucking inch of it” Tommy groaned again in approval as he had unlimited access to your freshly deflowered womanhood.

You clutched onto his shoulder and, with rhythmical thrusts, in and out, he coaxed your pussy into opening up inch by inch. He was unknowingly easing your body into accepting his entire length. It kept going one inch at a time, until you could finally feel his crotch warm against yours. You could feel Tommy’s erection so deep inside of you, just beneath your navel. You were completely connected.

He seemed to cherish the moment and the wet heat, while your vagina desperately clenched down on his erection. Not a trace of his cock was left outside and you could feel the head of his member push straight against your cervix.

“Oh god, fuck” you murmured again as, each time Tommy pushed in particularly vigorously, you could hear a wet squelch coaxed out of your vagina. You had really gotten wet, dripping wet.

Tommy’s pace however had never changed, it was one continuous motion of sliding out, and back in. You did begin to feel yourself getting sore from the frequent friction, especially given the lack of foreplay. But you gave in to the moment nonetheless, just like a good wife would do. You wanted to satisfy your husband.

“Spread your legs wider Love and open up for me” Tommy told you as he kept on going and the bulbous crown of his erection scraped against your tender insides each time he withdrew. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk the following day if he was going to keep with this for much longer and you knew that you were raw inside.

“Let’s finish this ceremony, eh?” he then said as on the lower half of your body, you could feel Tommy’s hands reaching for a tighter grip of your thighs. He began to pull you closer, making sure that the entirety of his erection was safely embedded inside your youthful vagina.

"You are too deep” you moaned, feeling the pain against your cervix once again but Tommy simply uttered a weak grunt, and stopped moving.

You were at his mercy and the lips of your pussy were tautly embracing the very base of his erection as he began to move again, admistering deep and firm thrusts.

It was painful and you closed your eyes, concentrating on the weird sensations building inside of you. You could hear Tommy groan loudly and feel his erection beginning to throb intensely against the tight embrace of your womanhood. It was like a wild thrashing of his manhood, pulsing angrily against the snug confines of your vagina. For as long as it lasted, his fingers were pressing almost painfully into your flesh to keep you close. The sudden response was unexpected and startling. Due to your lack of experience, you had no idea what just occurred and a long moment passed before you calmed down again.

There was a long moment during which nothing was said, and nothing more happened. It was just you and him, your bodies joined together.

Eventually, the girth of Tommy’s manhood began to shrink while he continued to calm down his breathing.

“Are you alright Love?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yes” you confirmed as you felt a strange liquid heat spreading through your loins, faster than any other sensation you had felt before.

Your eyes opened wide as you could feel this foreign warmth rapidly spreading inside of your vagina, filling the empty spaces that were left by your husband’s softening appendage. He had done it. He completed the ceremony in the way it was meant to be done in the traditional way.

“Good, now you better get some rest, eh?” he said as you fumbled to reach down with your hands, and awkwardly grabbed and tugged on year satin nightgown while Tommy pulled his softening cock out of you.

He lost no time and pulled up his pants while you observed the sore area in between your legs.

A pool of his cum mixed with some of your blood had left with his shaft, leaving a sticky mess behind and Tommy moved his head so that he could get a better view of your red raw pussy as well.

“I have some work to do. I will see you at breakfast, eh?” he then said all so casually while reaching for his handkerchief and wiping away the cum and blood from in between your legs, cleaning you up gently.

“Yes. Okay Thomas” you said while straightening up your nightgown to regain some of your modesty and, for some reason, you felt strange about what happened between you and your husband.

You knew that he was your husband and this is what should be happening between husband and wife and, yet, it felt unnatural to you.

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[pherelesytsia]

Hi- I am loving your fics!!!! They are so creative. I was wondering (if you’re still doing requests) if you would be up to doing an Alfie Solomons sister imagine where she loves Thomas Shelby. Hopefully this is a good idea that sparks some inspiration.

Hey, thank you very much for your feedback❤It provided enough inspiration for a whole series

[randominagines]

A Peter Pevensie X fem!reader in which you are his First Counselor and you both have feelings for each other but there is a professional relationship between the two of us. A business trip in Calormen and an unpleasant situation with King Salomon makes you both realize your feelings.

Pairing: Peter Pevensie X fem!reader

Setting: Golden Age

Warning: violence, kidnapping, blood, angst

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators

The counselor

Being the Pevensie's closest counselor meant understanding when Peter was not in the mood to discuss politic, and that was one of those days. He was sitting on the other side of the table, sweating because of how warm was the air in that room of the castle, but after all it was always hot as hell in Calormen. King Salomon, the king of Tashbaan, was staring at Peter while he looked pensive. Y/n was hoping that he would have started paying attention to what the minister of transportation was saying. She crossed her legs and coughed to draw his attention with no results. King Peter was usually quite excited when it came about those business trip but the fact that he didn't really like king Salomon made him sceptical. Plus, the fact that his siblings all stayed in Cair Paravel was not exactly motivational to him.

Y/n sighed. -- My lords, Your Highnesses, -- she said suddenly standing up, everyone looked at her and even Peter raised an eyebrow in confusion. She bit her lower lip. -- I'm sorry to interrupt the meeting but I am not feeling exactly good, would you excuse me if I leave? -- she asked, her tone alarmed. The men looked at her, their eyes scanning her: being the only woman in the council could be frustrating; Calormen was still a retrograde country and king Salomon was that kind of man who believed that women shouldn't have been in power. Peter, on the other side, never had problems with putting a woman by his side as First Counselor. King Salomon smiled. -- We can't continue the meeting without Your Majesty's first counselor, and we don't even want to; it's a pleasure to have such a beautiful woman among us. -- he sweetly said while looking at her. She cringed inside but forced herself to smile. Peter was quite bothered by Salomon's comment but he was looking at her too, his eyes filled with concern.

Peter really liked her: she was smart, kind, incredibly clever and farsighted. He immediately realised that he wanted her as closer adviser and his siblings totally agreed after acknowledging how skilled she was. He kinda had the biggest crush on her but she was always so professional and detached that he believed she couldn't have never looked at him except as her king.

King Salomon stood up and took her hand to kiss it, y/n didn't even flinch. --We'll continue tomorrow, I'll send two guards to escort you to your room. -- he said, his lips still on her hand. She nodded and removed her hand while bowing with courtesy. The whole room quickly became fresher while emptying. Peter touched her arm with sweetness and she blushed at his touch. -- Y/n, how are you feeling? --, he asked, his voice low. She shook her head. -- Your Majestie, I'm okay. I just pretend to feel bad. -- she whispered while looking around, only a few ministers were still in the room. King Peter frowned. -- Why? -- he asked, curiosity on his face.

She bit her lower lip. -- Because I knew that was the only way to put an end to this interminable meeting. You were totally not listening anymore, it was pointless. -- she said while crossing her arms over her chest. He laughed. -- You're a genius, y/n. I was starting to contemplate the idea of killing myself for how boring this meeting was becoming. -- he confessed and she rolled her eyes but couldn't avoid to curve her lips a bit. He smiled. -- Oh, come on, I know you want to laugh. -- he provoked her.

He used to do it often, he always tried to interact with her because he couldn't help but think that he wanted to get to know her better, but she was inscrutable. She shook her head. -- Your Majesty, you know that I don't like when... -- she tried to say, but he raised his arms in surrender. -- I know, I know, you don't like when I don't pay attention to this stuff because I'm the king and I need to know everything about alliances and negotiations. I'm sorry, I'm just tired, has been a long day. -- he said and sighed.

She nodded: the journey to arrive to Tashbaan had been actually long and tiring and the fact that the climate was extremely warm and the people quite aggressive was not helping at all. She nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. -- I'm sorry, Your Highness, maybe I'm too hard on you sometimes. -- y/n said and bit her lower lip. She suddenly realized that king Peter flashed a quick look to her hand on his shoulder. She immediately removed it and blushed: "are you crazy?" she mentally scolded herself while panicking.

She never touched him before, even if she thought he was an incredible person. She liked spending time with him and she found him gentle, caring and handsome, not to mention that she loved the fact that he was a great listener and the fastest learner she had ever known. As soon as she became First Counselor she swore to herself that she would have been professional and absolutely never made her relationship with the Pevensies confidential.

She swallowed her own saliva. -- Uhm, I should go, it's late. -- she said while the two guards that king Salomon had sent walked toward her, king Peter shook his head looking at them. -- I'd rather escort my advisor to her room, I'm worried about her; she is not feeling exactly good, after all. -- king Peter said and the guards nodded. Before she could say anything, he took her arm in arm and started to walk outside the room. She looked at him but didn't have the time to thank him: king Salomon stopped them. -- Your Majesty, I'm incredibly sorry, what a lack of respect. Never it be said the king of Tashbaan doesn't escort a damsel in distress in his own house. -- he said and took her arm;.

She almost gasped at his touch but smiled with courtesy: he was a king, after all, and she was King Peter's advisor, she was representing Cair Paravel in that moment and she didn't want to make a bad impression. Peter tried to oppose but king Salomon raised his hand. -- No need to thank me, it's duty. -- he concluded and started walking, a guard following them. Y/m looked at Peter, her eyes seemed to search for his help. He watched her walk away with him and bit his lower lip in frustration, he didn't like that man. At all.

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King Salomon was extremely chatty, almost bothering for how much he used to talk. He was certainly not a listener, though. He didn't exactly created a conversation with y/n, more like a monologue. Y/n rolled her eyes while listening to him, the almost darkness of the corridor being a true blessing in that moment. He stopped when they arrived in front of her door and she left his arm. -- Well, thank you, Your Highness, you have been very thoughtful to escort me. -- she thanked and bowed, her hand already on the doorknob. He nodded. -- I actually wanted to talk to you, y/n. -- he said walking toward her, she frowned. -- What could Your Highness possibly want to talk about with me? -- she asked, a knot tormenting her stomach: she didn't have a good feeling.

He looked around to make sure they were alone. -- About king Peter, -- he whispered and she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, as to invite him to go on. He stared at her. -- He's extremely young and I'm not sure that he's able to conclude a negotiation; he's inexpert and doesn't know much about our world, but you on the other side... -- he said while raising an hand to caress her cheek, she moved her head. -- I was saying, you look brilliant and smart, that's why I know you'll think about my offer: help me separate him from his guards, help me kill him, help me conquer Cair Paravel. He trusts you and you know every secret of the Kings and Queens, help me and I'll make you a Queen. I'll marry you and you'll rule over Tashbaan and Cair Paravel as my consort. -- he said, his hands squeezing her arms.

She widened her eyes and raised her arms to release them from his touch. -- You must be out of your mind. I'd never marry a filthy murderer. What kind of man kills his own guest after he pretended to be a friend? This is such a low blow. The thought of marrying you makes me sick. Plus, I'd never betray my Kings and Queens, I'd never betray Peter. -- she said, her eyes fierce and confident. He shook his head while taking a deep breath. -- Such a pity... -- he whispered while caressing her arm, she looked at him with hate. -- I'll have to kill you, I can't take the risk of you letting Peter know about my plans. A woman in power, what a stupid thing to do! You're not even clever enough to save your own skin. -- he said and immediately put his hand on her mouth.

She tried to scream but the guard that was following them hit her on the back of her head with the hilt of his sword. She touched her head and looked at her fingers: there was blood on them. She saw black spots multiplying in front of her eyes and felt her legs weakening, a pulsing pain behind her head. She felt her body becoming too heavy while a pair of arms lifted her. She wondered what was about to happen to Peter: "fight back, you need to warn him" she thought but her eyes were already closing while she was being carried away.

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-- Where the hell is my advisor? -- Peter asked nervously, he hadn't seen her all the morning long and he started to worry, so he went to her room and knocked repeatedly. When he realized that no one was going to open the door he opened it himself and found out that the room was empty and the bed was still covered as if she had never actually slept there, her blanket perfect. He started to feel a bad sensation growing inside of his chest and ran to the king.

Now he was standing in front of him and he looked confused. -- Lady y/n? Isn't she in her room? -- he naively asked while standing up from his throne, Peter shook his head. -- If she was I wouldn't be here. -- he said, his voice firm. The king walked toward him, his hands crossed behind his back. -- Maybe she went for a walk, but she must be okay. I left her in her room, I made sure she was safe. -- he lied while staring at him. Peter frowned. -- Are you sure? She is not the kind of person who leaves for hours for a walk without even warning. -- Peter said while nervously hand gesturing.

King Salomon nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. -- Sure, I must also admit that we spent a bit of time together in her room, so I'm totally sure she was there. -- he said while carefully looking at Peter's reaction. He tensed up. -- Why did you spent time in her room? -- he asked, he sounded half aggressive and half surprised. Salomon smiled. -- Well, I'm sure I can trust you, Your Highness. We actually kissed, she is quite passionate. -- he lied.

Peter believed that his heart was beating so fast that king Salomon was about to witness it popping out of his chest. He felt a roaring anger grow inside of him, the cold stab of jealousy twisting his stomach.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. -- Okay, if she comes back just warn me. I'll be in my room. -- he said and king Salomon nodded. As soon as Petter left, the king turned toward his closest advisor. -- That's how you find out a king's weakness. We'll use her to blackmail him. -- he venomously said before smiling, a cold smile that was filled with satisfaction.

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The floor was hot and the room filled with an unpleasant smell. The chains around her wrists were making her hands too heavy to be raised and her head was still pulsing. As soon as she opened her eyes she felt an intense pain coming from her wound. She touched it and perceived the drained blood between her y/h/c hair. She slowly stood up and looked around: she was certainly in a cell in the dungeon.

She could hear the noise of the chains of other prisoners, the steps of the guards and the unmistakable chorus of complaints coming from people who were probably getting crazy in there. She walked toward the door, only a small part of it allowed her to look outside her cell, and put her hands on the cold bars: there were two guards outside her prison. She sighed, her eyes filling with tears because of the frustration, and looked around: she needed a way out, and she needed it quick.

She bit her lower lip while thinking, then she had an idea. She opened a long cut on her leg with a sharpened rock that she found on the floor and touched it, her fingers were covered in blood. She walked toward the door. -- Help! -- she cried out, the guards turned toward her. -- Look, my head is bleeding again, -- she lied while touching the back of her head and showing them her hand, it looked like the blood was coming from there. -- If you let me bleed like this I'll die. If your king would have wanted to see me dead he would have killed me yesterday, he probably needs me alive. Will he be happy to know that you have been responsible of my death? -- she asked.

They exchanged a look, they both seamed torn, but after a moment they opened the door. She pretended to faint and kneeled down; one of them took her arm to lift her but she punched him right in his face. He moaned in pain covering his nose, it was probably broken. She knew she had to be quick: she took his sword and stabbed the other one in his chest before he could do anything, he was so surprised that he didn't have the time to think fast.

His lifeless body fell on the ground and she felt the other man grabbing her hair: the wound behind her head pulsed and made her gasp in pain but she managed to kick him from behind and turned to stab him too, his blood colouring her dress of red. He died in front of her eyes. She had just a moment to put herself together before starting to run.

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-- I can't believe it... -- Peter kept whispering to himself the whole time while walking toward his room. That was so unlike her: she was always so serious, she would never allowed herself to such and intimate approach with king Salomon. "Maybe she likes him, she certainly doesn't like you." Peter thought and cursed inside. He still had the sensation that something was off, so he decided to check her room again. He turned back and stopped in front of her door, his hand on the doorknob when he suddenly noticed: his eyes spotted a small drop of blood on the carpet, just outside her door. He kneeled down and touched it, it was almost totally dried. He stood up while panicking a bit, something had definitely happened to her.

He looked at his guards and thought about coming back to Solomon and threaten him, but he had absolutely no proofs that he had lied or done anything to her and the peace between Cair Paravel and Tashbaan was already so fragile. He tried to think straight but he was too worried about her. Before he could say anything, he heard urgent footsteps approaching. He turned and saw her: y/n was covered in dirt, her light blue dress totally filled with dust and blood, her hair messy and her hands covered in blood. She was running toward him, her eyes widened.

He took her in his harms and caressed her back. -- Oh my Aslan, y/n, what happened? -- he asked touching her dress where the blood had coloured it, she looked took his face in her hands to make him look at her. -- I'm fine, it's not my blood. Listen to me: King Salmon wants to kill you. He proposed me to ally with him and help him kill you and conquer Cair Paravel. We have to leave this place, he wanted your secrets and in exchange he would have made me queen. -- she quickly explained. She sounded alarmed.

He looked at her. -- He imprisoned you because you refused, hadn't he? -- he asked, a sudden hate making his face turn red. She nodded but turned back while taking his hand and pulling him. -- We have to go. -- she said while looking at the guards, that's when he saw it: behind her head, between her hair, there was a lot of dried blood. Her neck was covered in it too, the trace left by the drops of blood arrived between her shoulder blades. Peter squeezed her hand. -- Y/n... -- he whispered touching her back with such sweetness she barely perceived his fingers; she turned, her eyes watery. He hugged her. -- I'm going to kill him. -- he said between his teeth, his hands caressing her back.

He couldn't believe he had closed her in a cell, but hitting her? Hurting her? That was too much to simply leave without making him pay. Peter felt his stomach twisting at the thought of what he could have done to her. He caressed her face and wiped a tear away from her cheek: seeing her so vulnerable, so fragile was almost strange. She used to be so incredibly stoic and the fact that he was trusting him that much to show him this side of her meant a lot to him. He looked at her and she looked at him back. -- We have to leave. -- she said and he nodded, he couldn't wait to but he wanted to make him pay for it. -- Not without facing him about what he just did to you. -- he said but she took his hand.

-- Your Majesty, we have a dozen of guards, he has an army. There is no chance we can win. Let's go, we still have the fact that he doesn't know I've escaped as an advantage. You'll have plenty of time to plan a revenge once we're back home. -- she said and he sighed. She had a point, a very valid one, but he couldn't tolerate what he had done to her. She looked at him, her eyes begging him to reconsider. He caressed her cheek and took a deep breath. -- Okay, we'll do as you suggest, but promise me you won't try to stop me making him pay for this. -- he said while staring at her, she nodded. -- I'll fucking help you do it, but now let's go. -- she said and he smiled, she really was a badass.

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Y/n slowly opened her eyes and squeezed them: the curtains were opened and the sunlight was caressing her face, a gentle breeze was coming from outside and it smelled like sea, like home. She sat up on the bed and touched her head: she moaned in pain. -- Hey, easy. -- Peter's voice sweetly said while standing up from a chair and sitting next to her on his bed, she looked around and realised that she was in his room.

She blushed. -- Your Highness, why am I in your bed? -- she asked while staring at him, he chuckled. -- You passed out while we were riding toward the port. You had probably lost too much blood. I brought you here instinctively, I wanted to check on you.-- he explained and she suddenly remembered: they were running away from the castle, the advantage of not being caught immediately helped them reach the stables and they managed to run away on their horses. She shook her head. -- What about king Solomon? -- she asked and Peter tensed up, his hand instinctively touching hers. -- When he realized, it was too late. He had some of his guards follow us but as soon as we reached the port a ship was ready for us, he watched us leave Calormen and he didn't look pleased. -- Peter explained while caressing her hand.

Y/n nodded. -- This isn't over, isn't it? -- she asked and he frowned, he looked pensive. -- I spoke to my siblings about what happened. They want to keep the peace as much as I want, but I can't tolerate what he did to you. -- Peter said and squeezed her hand while looking outside his window, she caressed it. -- Your Highness? -- she called him but he kept staring at the window. She caressed his cheek and made him turn toward her, his blue eyes meet her y/e/c eyes. -- Listen, as your subject and advisor I must tell you that you should do everything in your power to avoid a war, as a person I want to thank you for saving me, but as a... -- she bit her lower lip hesitating. -- As a friend, I really don't want you to start a conflict with another nation just because I was imprisoned. We escaped and you're safe, I'm too. Let's just forget everything and close any kind of relationship and negotiations with Salomon. -- she said while staring at him, her hand still caressing his cheek.

He put his on hers. -- He didn't just imprisoned you, he hurt you. -- he underlined. She sighed. -- I appreciate the concern you have for your First Counselor, but I'm okay, Your Highness. -- she sweetly said and smiled as to show that she was serious. He shook his head and took both of her hands in his. -- Y/n, that's not a "she is my advisor" type of concern, -- he said and stared at her, he looked nervous. -- That's a "I couldn't stand it if something bad happened to her because I have feelings for her" kind of concern. -- he admitted, his cheeks getting red.

She widened her eyes: she couldn't believe he was confessing that. She never even though about the chance that he could like her. He was her king, she was his counselor. That was all. But apparently it was not so easy. She bit her lower lip and he sighed. -- I know, you don't look at me like that, I just needed to tell you becau... -- he could finish his sentence because she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer and kiss him.

Her lips crushed on his, her hands caressing the back of his head. He gasped in surprise but immediately closed his eyes to kiss her back, his hands gentle behind her back. She bit his lower lip and parted her lips to let his tongue in, her body attached to his. He squeezed her waist and smiled on her lips, his hands so warm she could perceive the heat even if the fabric of her nightgown was departing them from her bare skin.

She ran her fingers through his blonde locks while he opened his eyes. -- Apparently you look at me like that. -- he whispered before giving her another quick kiss, she couldn't help but laugh. -- I do, since always, Your Highness. -- she confessed and he moved to sit next to her, his arm on her shoulder and his hand pulling her closer. She rested her head on his shoulder and caressed his chest: he looked handsome with the rays of sunshine lighting up his blonde hair and his blue eyes, he really was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

She smiled and he caressed her cheek. -- It's Peter, for you, and why didn't you tell me? -- he asked and she shrugged, her fingers drawing figures on his chest. -- I wanted to be professional. -- she said and he smiled before kissing her on her head. -- You always have been, y/n, and you will still be even if you will accept to go on a date with me. -- he said and she looked at him and chuckled. -- Really? A date? -- she said and he nodded, his smile lighting up his face. -- A date, just you and me. No speeches about politic, strategies, economy and stuff like this. Not a king\advisor kind of meeting, just a day spent together in which you tell me what's your favourite colour and how you like your eggs in the morning. -- he joked and she smiled, her fingers sliding under his shirt and touching his bare skin.

-- How could I refuse? I've been wanting to know more about you since the first day I saw you, Peter. -- she said, that name sounding strange to pronounce, but beautiful. He smiled, he loved the sound of his own name coming from her. -- I love how you say my name. -- he immediately confessed while putting a finger under her chin and caressing her lips with a thumb. She kissed it. -- I have to pronounce it more often then. -- she said before pulling him closer again, he smiled on her lips. -- You certainly will, I intend to spend a lot of time with you from now on. -- he said, his body moving to comfortably kiss her. She smiled. -- Can't wait to. -- she said before kissing him again.

They both felt happy and excited at the thought of starting this new phase of their relationship,but after all they had been waiting for it for a long time.

[thegeekerynj]

All Death Metal Review (And nothing from Sweden!)

Death Metal: Trinity Crisis One Shot 

Writer: Scott Snyder   Artist: Francis Manapul

‘And who are YOU supposed to be? I’ve faced enough Dark Knights that no Batman scares me anymore!

Ha! Then it’s a good thing I’m not a Batman! I’m his MOTHER!’

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Sweet Christmas! That took me by surprise!

Harley kissing Jonah Hex, that was really sweet, and gods awful creepy, and kinda gross,  after the exchange, and some thought…

This is it, Gentle Readers… the Beginning of the End of the Beginning of… Oh, crap, now I’m lost… This is where the story starts rockin’!

The Gang’s all together, and the Black Lantern Bat has determined what they need to do.

The plan? Split up, naturally. That AL-ways works…

When we left them in DM #3, the Lanterns are protecting the Home Base, and taking out the Crisis Energy Antennae on the Earths left in the known Universes, The Flashes are off and running through the Speed Force, trying to find Metron, and stay ahead of the Bathattan who Laughs, while the Trinity (Superman / Antilife, Black Lantern Batman and  Warden Wonder Woman) along with Swamp Thing, Harley, Hex and Jarro, head for Castle Bat, to gain access to the Crisis Earths, where the Crisis Energy is being harvested for Perpetua.

**WHEW!**

Getting into the Castle involves getting past an army of Dark Knights… and we have a bunch of real winners here! 

Bat Monday - Salomon Grundy in Bat ears, I could have busted a gut laughing, until I thought about what kind of weapon a zombie with Batman’s training could be, and shivered…

Kull, the daughter of Batman and Wonder Woman, corrupted by the Dark Universe…

Ark, the living embodiment of Arkham, with all of the knowledge and abilities of ALL her worst inmates…

Chiroptor, the amalgam of Batman and Chemo (Great Elder Gods!!)… 

And the Pearl, Martha Wayne, in the equivalent of HellBat Armor, complete with her iconic pearl necklace.

This is a real mindscrew for Batman, and the panels depict it, most intently.

One nice thing about Scott Snyder… he is consistent about tying up loose ends. Once we are in Castle Bat, we find out what happened to Barbatos, the Big Bad from Dark Nights: Metal. Not that we were actually wondering, since we got Perpetual, and the Batman Who Laughs, but, like I said, it ties up the package nicely.

Then, we are introduced to the character I have been most happily waiting for… the Robin King, and his Utility Belt of Death!

Gentle Readers, this is the story we have been waiting for, the chapter which tells us what the Heroes Plan of Action is, and where the story has been going, for over 40 years. You see, the opening page of this book tells us where this story began… with Marv Wolfman and George Perez, and Crisis on Infinite Earths!

Not to spoil too much, but Crisis, Infinite Crisis, and Final Crisis, ]well… they have all played a part in getting us to this story. It seems, the “Crisis Energy’ has fed Perpetua while she was trapped within the Source Wall, and, now, she wants it all, so she can recreate the Universes in her image.

Great job, if you can get it…

I can’t say enough good things about this story and artwork, as Snyder and Manapul have put together a really tight, hard hitting bottle / lead story, bringing us to the next step in the saga… 

Jeebus on a popsicle stick, I hope no one lets me down… that will hurt!

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

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Death Metal: Multiverse’s End #1

Writer: James Tynion IV   Artist: Juan Gedeon

‘Mr. Rabbit?

Yes, Young Lady?

Thank you for saving me.

What a kind thing to say! It was so scary out there, and you stayed so brave. I don’t think I could have done it without your courage.

You’re really, really soft.

I use a special carrot shampoo.

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Once upon a time, about a million, bazillion years ago in cranky fat man years, somewhere around 1982, Roy Thomas and Scott Shaw! brought Earth-C into the DC Multiverse, the earth of anthropomorphic animals… yes, they brought Super-Hero Cartoon Animals to the Super Hero Universe.

Our introduction to this Earth was Rodney Rabbit, a comics writing and drawing hare, who created the Just’a Lotta Animals comic by day, and was Captain Carrot, a Superman-esque rabbit, who got his powers from super charged carrots, when danger struck.

But, I digress… because I got really excited!

So, we have teams on the 6 Earths, each Earth holding a tuning fork, focusing the psychic pain energy of the population to Perpetual, powering her attempts to recreate the Multiverse in her image. The Earths in play, Earth - 3 (Crime Syndicate), Earth - X (Nazi Earth), Earth - 29 (Bizarroworld), Earth - 43 (Blood League World) and Earth - 50 (Justice Lords Earth) are all worlds of pain and suffering.

Their energy is the right flavor for destroying, and creating.

The heroes, organized and led by the Green Lanterns of Sector 2814 (Hal Jordan, Guy Gardner, John Stewart, Kyle Rayner, Jessica Cruz, Simon Baz), are working to take down the Antennae before the energy can be fed to Perpetual to power her Cosmic Undoing. 

So, teamed with the Lanterns, we have Hawkgirl, Kid Flash (Earth-22), President Superman (Earth-23), Wonder Woman (Earth-6) and Captain Carrot, all hellbent on stopping the respective Antennae.

The problem… Each Earth’s inhabitants have been laced into the antennae, to directly feed the psychic energy to it..since the energy is effectively terror, well, what better way to induce some? Of course, this isn’t the only problem to be contended with…

Leave it to James Tynion IV to come up with a way to make a villain creepier than the Batman Who Laughs… How, you ask? Well, take the true polar opposite of Batman, and make him realize HE IS what Giggles says he is, and you have an interesting new ballgame.

You see, while the Batman who Laughs is the Ultimate CORRUPTED Batman, Owlman is the Anthesis of Batman, the purest EVIL to the Batman’s GOOD. And he plans to make sure that he continues to be the True Opposite…

Gedeon’s artwork is rough, but considering the story being told, and the pain portrayed by the characters, it fits, perfectly. Some times, I see Joe Staton and Nic Cuti in these pages, a little cartoony, but that’s not a complaint… The story concentrates a bunch on Guy Gardner and Cap, so, it seems to fit (and the art is reminiscent of the ‘A Guy and his G’Nort’ storyline from 1991). 

All in all, a very good story, and a fantastic use of a truly underused treasure.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶

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Speed Metal #1

Writer: Joshua Williamson   Pencils: Eddy Barrow   Inks: Eber Ferreira

‘Hey, Flash Family, Is it true a Flash has to die in every Crisis?!’

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And the levels of snark from the Darkest Knight have reached Epic Levels!

The first three pages of this issue give us a rehash of everything  having to do with Wally West, since the beginning of the Rebirth Era, from Barry pulling Wally out of the Speed Force, to Barry and Batman finding the Comedian’s Smiley Face button embedded in the Batcave wall, to the events of Heroes in Crisis and Flash Forward.

The action picks up as Barry, Wally, Wallace and Jay leave the Batman’s Vault, in search of Metron’s Chair, with the Darkest Knight hot on their trails. 

In the Speed Force.

With the Darkest Knight’s presence corrupting the Speed Force, Barry and Wally bickering the entire time, I’m reminded of why I hated the post Crisis Flash… Wally wasn’t mature enough to wear the mantle of Barry’s fame.

Sure, he had the speed, he was even faster than Barry, but he was still the same jealous little kid inside, the one who needed to be patted on the head, the one who couldn’t get on with the Titans, even though he was probably the most powerful of them. 

He was just an immature kid, and here, Williamson dragged that all into the foreground once again.

All so Wally West, the King of the Redemption Arc, could have another Redemption Arc…

Sorry, that did me in. 

The rest of the story is pretty good… the art is wonderful, the Jay / Barry / Wallace interplay is really kinda neat, and all the Black Flashes… well, I’m a sucker for Death icons, so a mass of Death Speedsters, well that’s fun with a CAPITAL F!

But, did we need another Wally gets to whine story?

Sorry, this wasn’t the finest arc of the Death Metal Saga.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶

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Death Metal #4 ‘Shot In The Dark’

Writer: Scott ‘Scream King’ Snyder   Artist: Greg ‘The Muscle’ Capullo  Inks: Jonathan ‘Bloodied’ Glapion

“So, ever wonder why you never see A Harley Who Laughs’?’

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And, that Gentle Readers, is the crux of one of those puzzles about this series… Why don’t we ever see more twisted versions of the Villains who infest Earth Prime?

The Robin King (this is the character who rates SECOND on my memorable Characters list, especially with his own One-Shot—— Who’s First?? Time, Gentle Ones in time…) puts the explanation out there, and it is very simple.

And worth the read… But, I digress.

So, Issue 4 picks up with Sergeant Rock describing what has been happening on Earth - Prime, and we finally get to see who has been carrying him around… AMBUSH BUG! Yes, the character that made the Fourth Wall more transparent than an open Anderson window has been carrying Rock around as his own personal narrator…

Which, if you know the Bug, is a joke unto itself.

So, here we go, the ride is picking up steam, and we are now following 6, count’em SIX, separate story lines. A guy could get whiplash, or Bullwhip or some other third rate character… But, I digress.

We have the Trinity storyline, the SpeedMetal storyline, Multiverse’s End, and the Lantern Storyline from the last issue, the Justice League / Legion of Doom story… am I forgetting anything? 

Oh, and of course, the Robin King.

Where to start with this… I guess the simplest place to start is the artwork.

Greg Capullo’s pencils are absolutely wonderful. For anybody who it's to watch the process of drawing I want to watch so he's got a really wonderful touch I recommend Greg Capullo’s Instagram site. As he's drawing pages for these books, he posts the pencils as he finishes pieces of the process . Normally, he has six or seven photo panels showing exactly what he's been doing.  In man cases, this involves crowd scenes, with extensive detail. His work is beautiful, it’s easy to see why he is such a sought after talent.

Jonathan Glapion’s inks on Capullo’s pencils are comparable to Austin on Byrne, and Janson over Miller, Janson over Colan… Enhancing, and not hiding the intricate detail rendered in the pencils, adding that last flash of lightning to bring it all together. The balance struck between them is almost organic, a constant growth between the two, bringing them to levels bordering on the true Classic Art teams of the last 50 years.

I do not make these comparisons lightly

Now, to the story. Scott Snyder is powering a roller coaster with a rocket sled. The coordination between the different aspects of these stories is both intricate and daring. With all the different aspects of this story spinning like plates on sticks, Snyder juggles the plot lines, and what is left to him by the myriad of writers as Emmet Kelly did in the heyday of Ringling Brothers.

His deft touch, and subtle influences are balanced by lace covered sledgehammer blows, leaving the reader reeling, and wanting so very much more.

Scott Snyder, much like Tom Taylor, has pulled out all the stops, cut the brake lines, kicked out the jams, insert favorite euphemism for creating a high speed, non-stop mad ride to Hell!

And, much to my wallet’s chagrin, I am very happy about it.

Now, as it crosses to other books, and other writers pick up the reins, I am sure Snyder will still be the whip hand driving the story, not allowing some of these writers to go too far astray (unless it’s Tom King… then, well Woo Hoooo!)

I can’t say enough good things about this story, or the team creating it. I’m beginning t feel a little biased, but, what the heck.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

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Death Metal: Robin King #1 ‘The Robin Who Would Be King’

Writer: Peter J. Tomasi   Artist: Riley Rossmo

‘Aw! Come on, this is the fun part!

Get up and let’s FIGHT!’

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Games, within games, within games…

So, the Batman who Laughs wasn’t infallible.

And the Robin King is going to be the bigger threat to the Darkest Knight than any combination of the Trinity, Flashes or their cohorts.

At least, that’s my takeaway from this issue.

We continue the story of the Robin King, as started in the Tales of the Dark Universe one shot.  Bruce has grown up, and grown into his sociopathy, and genius. He has used the family fortune to get all the training necessary, and to accumulate all the tools, to begin his reign as the true Evil Overlord of Gotham.

Utilizing his accumulated weapons, he has taken out Commissioner Gordon, Firestorm, Animal Man, Adam Strange Blue Beetle (Ted Kord), and the Red Tornado, all in truly spectacular and extraordinarily grisly fashion.

While the Black Hole Implosion for Firestorm was a particularly well thought out death, I think, so far, the ‘Mortal Coil’ Death, for the Red Tornado was the most imaginative… making his powers totally uncontrollable, while moving him closer to his ultimate dream, to be a real person, before his form totally destroys itself from the stresses of his own speed.

Marvelous! Fantastic! Gross!

Enter the Batman who Laughs, with the proposition to make the Robin King special, one of his own…

But, he’s a Robin, so, off to the Groblin Pit he goes!

Hence, his mistake, and possibly another chink in the boiler plate of his plans… since Bruce Wayne is NO Robin!

Peter Tomasi’s scripting for this issue is simply remarkable. The creep factor he brings to this iteration of Bruce Wayne is almost eviscerating. Reading this was painful to my eyes and psyche, feeling the levels of insanity drip off the page, and scratch across my mind like a little bird’s unnaturally sharp talons.

He really hit all the horror factors.

Then, there was the artwork for this story. Riley Rossmo’s artwork set the mood for this story. His shattered pencil / inks style, which can be distracting, was integral to telling this story. It allowed the Reader to view this story as if it were playing out in Bruce’s mind, its all the fracturing being how he is viewing the world.

For me, this story has been the highlight of the series… thus far. I am anticipating this, which is near the midpoint of things, is setting up the Wednesday Night Episode…so, - 

Tune In, Gentle Readers! 

Same Bat-Time

Same Bat Channel!

The Best Is Yet To Come!

Did I neglect there is a B-story, with Signal, Spoiler, Orphan and Red Robin taking on Quietus, the amalgam of Batman Ras’ al Ghul and Duke Thimas, from another Dark Universe, written by Tony Patrick and drawn by Daniel Sampere?

This story brings in a plot line for ‘What’s happening for the Other Bat-Family Elements’, as they try to find their way through Castle Bat’s myriad streets… 

I am guessing we will start to see more of these stories.

I am completely fine with this, rather than having to recap things later…

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

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The Winchesters and The Librarian - Chapter 2

Summary:  Two families, two different legacies but one common fate. Y/N Y/L/N, the newest and only Librarian met the Winchesters brothers during one of her quests. None of them knew that it was the beginning of a strange and awkward friendship. And maybe, even more than that.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader, Sam Winchester x Female Reader (friendship)

Warnings: None at the moment. Slight mention of violence but nothing graphic. In future chapters, possibly angst, violence, mention of blood, bad language and mayyyyybe smut (not sure about that one, yet)

Words count: 4104 (Oops...I got carried away, sorry) 

A/N: So another series! I like slow burn and long stories so I can’t help! I thought it would be fun to write something about those two shows. I loved the Librarian TV show, and the humour in it and I think SPN could mix perfectly.

Anyway! I don’t know how long this series will be or even where it’s going but I had fun writing the first chapter! Hope you’ll like it too and feel free to share your ideas about future chapters.

English is not my native tongue and this is un-betated, so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural / The Librarian or any character of the shows which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

A/N: Not my own gif

Tag List:

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Chapter 2: The Opal of Samara

“So get this,” Sam announced as he entered the war room, a huge book in his hands.

Dean lifted his eyes from the laptop’s screen and waited for Sam to continue.

“I haven’t found anything on the Internet or in the lore about a Librarian but in the Men of Letters’ archives there are a few notes that mentioned them.”

“Them?” Dean asked as he took a sip of his coffee, then made a face because the black liquid was cold. He stood up and went to the kitchen, his little brother following him.

“Yeah. Looks like a secret society, just like the Men of Letters. The notes say that both sides helped each other a few times. It was always about artifacts like the Book of Salomon or-or-” Sam turned the page as he kept on reading, a chuckle escaping his lips as he read the name of the next artefact “or King Arthur’s Sword!”

Dean poured himself another cup of coffee, then nodded in contentment as it was hot enough to his liking.

“So you mean, Buffy is a sort of Indiana Jones or Sydney Fox?”

One of Sam’s brow raised up slightly, not believing in what his big brother just admitted.

“What? Tia Carrera was hot. Don’t look at me like that.” Dean shrugged and kept on drinking his coffee.

Sam cleared his throat as he closed the book.

“Anyway, I think she might come handy in the future. I don’t know what kind of artefacts she’s collecting but a few of them could be useful.” Sam told his brother who didn’t seem on the same page as him.

“Useful for what? Come one, Sam! The kid doesn’t even know how to fight back.” Dean reminded his brother as he remembered how defenseless you’ve been in front of the vampires. “We’ve been hunting without those stupid things and we did great. We don’t need them or her.”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek, preventing him to speak too quickly. If they did great in the past, it was only in Dean’s eyes, everything they had to fight until now was because of mistakes they’ve done in the past. As the silence between them settled longer, and longer, Dean knew that Sam was thinking hard about it. He really didn’t know why his little brother seemed suddenly interested in those Librarians and their crap.

“Don’t tell me,” Dean’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “You got a crush on her, don’t you?”

Sam sighed heavily and looked at the ceiling. “No Dean!”

“It’s okay Sammy, I understand, she was kind of cute.”

Dean smiled as he thought about the way your nose crunched up when he called you Buffy. Or how you kept on pushing that strand of hair that constantly fell in front of your eyes. Or any little odd but cute habits he could witness during that short encounter.

It was Sam’s turn to smirk when he saw Dean’s face as he was lost in his thoughts.

“Whose got a crush, now?” He muttered softly.

“What did you say?” Dean asked, blinking once and focusing on his little brother once again.

Luckily for Sam, their conversation had been interrupted by Dean’s phone ringtone. The older brother pulled out the device from his jeans’ back pocket and checked the caller ID.

“Hi Garth, what’s up buddy?”

As Dean put the speakers on, Sam came closer, greeting Garth as well before the friendly hunter told them the reasons behind his call.

Garth explained that him and a few other hunters were working on a case involving demons. There were already six victims so far and nothing to link back the murders together, the causes of death being different on each case. The only clue Garth had was traces of sulfur was found on each death’s scene.

“You’re already working on it and you have backup. Why do you need our help? Just kill that son of a bitch.” Dean told his friend, his brows furrowed as he didn’t understand why Garth asked for their help, he knew that his friend was very capable of handling a few demons.

“That’s the problem, Dean. We can’t kill them or even trap them for the matter. Truth is, we’re already too late when we reach the crime scenes. I don’t know how to end this.” By hearing Garth’s tone, the brothers knew he was desperate.

They shared a look, silently talking to each other. One of the good things working with your brother was that sometimes you didn’t need actual words to understand what the other one was thinking. With a firm nod from Sam, Dean told Garth that they were in. Garth gave them all the information they needed and thanked them one last time before ending the call.

 A few days later in Portland, Oregon.

You were fully focused on the paper you were writing, lifting your head slightly to thank the waitress as she brought you your third strawberry frappuccino. You loved your job as a Librarian, but you enjoyed your day off as well. It consisted of doing researches and more archeologic stuffs mostly but what can you say? You loved history and magic stuff. It wasn’t a coincidence that the Library choose you, after all. You were born for this.

You took a sip before you grabbed the plate next to you. It was time to take a break and enjoy their famous pie. Best pecan pie in Oregon!

As your lips wrapped around your fork, you glanced up once you heard the waitress apologizing to a customer.

“Sorry sir, we just sold our last piece.”

You saw her finger pointing in your direction when the customer whined.

“Wou’ve gob kigging be.” You said with your mouth full of the pastry, a few crumbles falling from your mouth as you stared at the two customers in question.

The two men surely had the same look than you, not expecting to see you ever again and certainly not in such a common place out of nowhere.

“Buffy?” Dean said before his eyes fell on the half-eaten slice of pie.

“Stop-” You pressed your hand against your mouth as another piece of pie flew from your mouth. You swallowed what you had in your mouth before taking off you glasses and put them next to your plate.

“My name is Y/N.” You hissed angrily as both men came closer.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.” Sam smiled genuinely at you. You smiled back at him, then your gaze stopped on Dean, he was looking at you from head to toe. “What?” you asked as you looked at yourself, maybe you had spilled something on your clothes?

“You look…different.” Dean trailed off as he took in your attire. You were wearing a large grey hoodie and a pair of black leggings. Your hair was curled into a messy bun. Something casual and comfortable for a lazy day off full of paper work.

You shrugged. “This is my everyday look. I’m not always wearing jeans and leather.”

Dean smirked at that and was going to tell you that it looked good on you, but his little brother had to speak first. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” You answered him, the frown you had on your face disappearing as soon as you focused on Sam again. The man was nicer than his brother, in your opinion. “You?”

“We’re…” Sam started to explain but fall silent, not sure if it was wise to tell you why they were here. You being here as they worked on a strange case couldn’t be a coincidence, right? The fact that they had to hunt a few invincible demons in the exact same town you were living in, Sam was sure something fishy was going on.

“Let me guess. Another vampires’ nest?” You whispered, your eyes glancing back and forth as you make sure nobody could hear you.

“There’s so much more than just vampires.” Dean said.

“Dude!” Sam hissed as he hit his big brother’s top of head.

“What? She already knows about the supernatural.” Dean argued as he brought a hand on the spot his brother hit.

You watched the brothers bickering for a short moment, your eyes jumping from one to another. They were really weird.

“Okay…” You trailed off, gathering your stuff and focusing on your researches again. If you ignored them maybe they would leave you alone.

Sam cleared his throat, hoping that would grab your attention but you just kept on reading.

“What are you working on?” He asked you.

“Some thesis about Ancient Egypt stuff.” You answered mindlessly, you knew he was only asking to be polite, there was no way they would be truly interested in it. The guys were only muscles and no brains, for sure.

“Which dynasty?” Sam asked, the curiosity evident in his voice. “Middle or New Kingdom?”

That grabbed your attention, and both brothers could see the glint in your eyes when you started to speak about it.

“Ptolemaic.” You answered and Sam nodded.

“Before or after Alexander’s death?” Dean asked, earning a baffled look from you and his brother.

“What? I read.” Dean defended himself.

You were going to explain what your thesis was about when your phone rang and stopped you. You lifted your index finger at them as you pulled out your phone and sighed when you saw who was calling you.

“Jenkins!” You tried to sound friendly, but it sounded fake even in your ears. You were silent for a few minutes, listening to whatever he was saying, and your shoulders dropped slightly. “But this is my day off…” you whined but Jenkins wasn’t having it. You sighed loudly and rolled your eyes. “Fine. I’ll be there in a few.” You pouted before ending the call.

You dropped your head on the table, your face buried in your book as you let out a frustrated groan.

“Something’s wrong?” Sam asked.

You glanced up, then straightened as you started to collect your belongings. “Work’s calling me. Have fun killing whatever you’re here for.” You said, grabbing your bag and heading for the exit.

Dean’s eyes fell on the half-eaten pie, ready to pick it when you came back and took it from the table, glaring at him. As you exited the coffee shop you missed the angry look he threw at you.

As if having your only day off shortened wasn’t enough, you had to attend some stupid posh party. It wasn’t like you didn’t like champagne and caviar, but you hated wearing a dress and heels. You felt better in sneakers and leggings but as a Librarian and a representative of The Metropolitan Public Library, you had to look decent in those public parties. Truth is that Jenkins finally spotted where the Opal of Samara was and thanks to your shitty luck it has to be in the possession of some Senator. The only way of coming closer to the artefact was being invited to his house.

Senator Garnet’s wife was throwing a party for her husband upcoming campaign. Rich people and celebrities were invited, a few of them for expected generous donations, while the others, like you, were only here for the press and the Senator’s public image.

You forced a laugh as you heard Garnet’s younger son’s unfunny joke, you were only pretending to have a good time. This idiot was full of shit and so full of himself, you couldn’t stand it. After his third attempt to put his hand on your lower back, you excused yourself, forcing a polite smile, as you stepped back and headed for the bar, showing the little group you were talking to, your empty glass. You needed something stronger than champagne.

You sat on a stool and waved at the bartender, ordering a martini. While you waited for your drink you tried to remind yourself that it was just one night, it would be almost over, and you just needed to wait for the right moment to sneak into Senator Garnet’s private office. This was your only chance to put your hands on the precious artefact.

You thanked the bartender and took your drink, taking a small sip. Ah! Just what you needed, you thought, as you closed your eyes and savored the burning sensation going down your throat. Turning around, you crossed your legs and watched the room. This wasn’t your world at all. You would rather enjoy a walking into Amazonia’s forest than being here. You shifted on your seat, the black dress being uncomfortable, and your feet were killing you.

Half an hour had passed, and the half the invited had left already, the Senator and his wife being busy talking to the remaining people. Now was your chance!

You put your empty drink on the bar counter behind you, leaving a twenty to the bartender and walking towards the corridor. For once you were lucky, the private office was next to the bathroom, so it was easy to make it look like you were going for it. You entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you, then waited for a few minutes before opening the door slightly and checked into the corridor which was empty. Soundlessly you walked towards the office and checked once again that nobody was around. As your hand wrapped around the doorknob you felt an arm wrapped around your waist while another was pressed against your mouth, muffling your surprised scream as you were pulled backward and forced into a dark closet.

You squirmed and tried to free yourself from the hold and froze when you recognized the attacker’s voice.

“What are you doing here?” You heard the whisper.

“D-Dean?”

“Shh!” He said as his face appeared in front of you, thanks to his flashlight.

“What are YOU doing here?” You asked back, your voice still loud.

“Would you shut up?” He hissed, angrily.

“YOU shut up.” Was your weak comeback, you punched his chest and tried to get out from the closet, but Dean grabbed you again and tried to shush you as footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door.

One could expect that rich people would need big closets but the one you were hiding in was really small, barely big enough for two people to stand inside. As you waited for whoever it was on the other side to leave, you started to feel uncomfortable, your back pressed against Dean’s front. Your feet were hurting like hell and you shifted a bit, pressing harder against Dean. Your eyes widen when you felt something hard against your ass.

“Please be another flashlight. Please be another flashlight.” You repeated like a mantra as you closed your eyes tightly.

“Oh come on, this is my gun!” Dean grunted once he realized what you were talking about.

Thanks God you weren’t facing him or else he could see how flustered you were at the misunderstanding. Both of you were silent for a short moment, until you heard Sam’s voice coming from the other side.

You opened the door and came face to face with Sam.

“Dean? Y/N? What are you-” Sam started to ask but Dean cut him short and pushed him, then you into the private office.

Once the three of you were finally inside, you kicked off the pair of high heels angrily and turned around, glaring at both brothers.

“Why are you here?” You and Dean asked at the same time, then you frowned at each other.

“Listen, Y/N, you should stay here. This is more dangerous than the last time.” Sam told you, stepping and standing between his brother and you.

“We’re talking about demons here.” Dean added, his hands balled into fists, his eyes boring into you.

When he mentioned demons, you paled, your eyes widened as you remembered why you were here in the first place. You looked around, trying to find where Senator Garnet’s has hidden the Opal of Samara.

“If you’re hunting demons then it means he had used it already.” You thought out loud, your eyes darting back and forth.

“Using what?” Sam asked as he watched you searching within the room.

“The Opal of Samara.” You tapped lightly on the walls, looking for any hidden place. “It’s an artifact recovered by the Teutonic knights from Jerusalem during the Third Crusade. It was stolen by the Nazi occult division and stored in Berlin until it disappeared at the end of World War Two.”

“Nazi, I hate that time. By the way, did you know that I killed Hitler?” Dean said out of the blue, a stupid proud grin on his face.

You stopped your investigation, looking back at him, then glanced at Sam who sighed deeply. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“Anyway,” You crossed the room and headed for the other side, removing books from the bookshelf. “It seems like this artifact has the power to summon demons, so you understand why I really need to find it as soon as possible.”

“Does it make the demons invincible?” Sam asked as he helped you searching.

“I don’t think so. We don’t know a lot, just that once summoned the demon can’t be controlled.”

“Awesome.” Dean muttered as he opened and closed every drawer from the desk.

“Come on, come on! It should be here!” You pressed a hand on your forehead as you tried to think where that damn thing could be.

“May I help you?” The three of you turned around, looking at the newcomer: Garnet’s youngest son.

“You’re looking for this, right?” The young man smirked as he pulled out the Opal of Samara from his inner pocket, the boys pulling out their guns and pointing them at him. You glanced at the weapons, not sure what they were going to do. They wouldn’t dare kill him, right? Even if he was a stupid, spoiled brad, he didn’t deserve to be killed. You were against violence.

“Your toys won’t be of any help with this.” He said as the Opal started to glow.

Okay you were against violence, especially when it was directed towards you.

“Don’t!” You yelled as the artifact glowed more and more.

A black shadow appeared on the wall in front of you, moving so fast that you couldn’t follow its path.

“Daeva!” Sam shouted.

Soon the shadow stopped on the wall behind the three of you and smoked appeared, a demon starting to form in the middle of it.

“Not a daeva.” Dean said, licking his lips as he kept his eyes focused on the creature.

The brothers were here for the demons, while you were here to take care of the artifact. The door of the office closed in bang, trapping you and the brothers and Garnet’s son with the demon. As you started to walk towards him, you felt yourself thrown back against the wall, your head banging at the impact. Without having the time to realize what happened, you felt your body lifting and sliding up against the wall, the air escaping your lungs slowly.

“Y/N!” Your eyes looked in Dean’s direction, but you couldn’t say anything as you started to suffocate.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio- this is not working!” Sam started to say the Latin words, but the demon didn’t seem affected at all. On the contrary it only resulted in making him angrier and soon Sam encountered the same fate than yours.

Worried for his little brother, Dean pulled out a pointy blade from his coat and threw it at the demon. The body turned into smoke before the weapon could hit it, the blade planting itself into the wall.

“Damnit!”

Sam and you fell on the ground, coughing and gasping for air. If Dean missed the creature, at least it freed you and Sam from his invisible hold.

“The op-opal.” You told Dean, breathless.

Dean nodded and looked at the son of a bitch that was holding the artifact. The sudden attention on him made him realized that his plan wasn’t working as great at he thought. Before he had the time to leave the room, you heard the shot and saw the idiot letting go of the Opal and grabbing his left leg.

He made the worst mistake of his miserable life.

According to the legends, the Opal of Samara was used to summon demons that can’t be controlled but the owner of the artifact was protected of the creature’s wrath.

As long as he holds it.

You saw the smoke whirling around Garnet’s son, his screams of terror ringing in your ears. Still laying on the ground, you closed your eyes and covered your ears, not wanting to witness such a tragic death. You shuddered when you felt something warm and sticky hit your face, then everything became quiet again.

You cracked an eye open and saw what remained of Garnet’s son’s body, and next to it the smoke forming into a body once again. You had to act quickly before it killed one of you. You stood up and walked towards the Opal that rested in front of the door but suddenly you fell on the ground, a heavy weight pushing you hard on the carpeted floor.

By the sound of it, it seemed like Sam and Dean had the same treatment. You glanced back and looked at them as they groaned and tried to stand up.

“Y/N!” Sam warned you and you just had the time to turn your face and saw the demon turning into a bundle of smoke again. Seems like you were the next one.

You heard a click, then another shot rang loudly into your ears. The Opal of Samara breaking into several tiny pieces as the smoke evaporated into thin air.

Despite the fact that there was no more weight crushing your body you remained on the floor, only turning onto your back and stared at the ceiling for a long minute as you tried to calm your heartbeat.

Once you collected your thoughts, reality hit you hard and you swatted away Dean’s helping hand before standing up by yourself.

“What have you done?!” You yelled at him, pushing him hard as you walked towards the broken artifact.

“Saved our asses. You’re welcome by the way.” Dean answered you, the surprise visible on his face at your outburst.

You knelt in front of the Opal and gathered all the pieces into your hands. “Jenkins will kill me. I was supposed to bring it safely. You’ve destroyed a priceless artifact, Dean!” You told him as you saw his feet stopped next to you.

“I think our lives are more important than this cursed object.”

You stood up in a quick motion, the anger boiling into your veins and you lifted your head so you could look at him, your body separated by a few inches only. Both of you glared at the other, both side thinking they were the one who was right.

“Guys, I think we should leave.” Sam said calmly but both of you refused to be the first one to look away.

Sam rolled his eyes and groaned, having enough of your stubbornness.

“Now!” He ordered, pushing slightly his brother and grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him.

Sam offered you to drive you back to your home. It was the least they could do after ruining your plans for tonight. However, instead of going back to your apartment you asked him to bring you at the Annex. You knew Jenkins was waiting for you and you feared the worst.

“She’s not coming with us!” Dean argued as he walked towards his car.

“You broke my artifact. I climb in your car!” You argued back, stomping behind him.

“Would you stop it already? What’s wrong with you?” Sam sighed heavily.

“He’s a brainless idiot who’s so full of himself!” You shouted.

“She’s a whining bitch!” He yelled louder.

“Stop it! Climb in the car. Now!” Sam ordered, knowing that you both wanted to have the last word. As none of you seemed to move, Sam’s voice grew louder as he climbed into the passenger’s side of the car. “I swear that if you don’t climb in right now, I’m leaving both of you!”

Dean grumbled and walked away, heading for the driver seat.

“What did you say?” You asked as you started to follow him.

“Get in, before I change my mind, Buffy.”

“Stop calling me Buffy!” You screeched as you opened the backseat door.

[blueeyedheizer]

hello leena👋, i am a complete fan of your writing i love each and every one of your stories, i was reading your most recent post. and I was wondering if your applications are open, if you could write something about (dark maybe?) Luca Changretta or (dark maybe?) Alfie Salomons x a model reader? (with smut) , sorry if it's weird or makes you uncomfortable in any way that was not my intention🙁. Thanks in advance for reading this. Take care of yourself, rest and hydrate. ❤🤗

Hi love ☺️

First of all thank you so much! It's not weird at all, but unfortunately I only write for Michael Gray :( I'm not a big fan of the other characters from peaky blinders therefore I only feel comfortable writing for him.

I'm sorry! But thank you again for your kind words, hopefully someone else will take your request ☺️💕

[thefandomdirtymind]

Mystery cocktail

Gotham 

Ed Nygma x reader

Warning: Spoiler season 4 , Offensive language. 

The Cherry’s was pretty full for a Tuesday. Of course, it’s always full when a fight night was on. But, since the new champion, a really white guy build like a truck, as enter in the game, you notice that more people of each style and gender of the Narrow come in the club to watch the show. 

Of course, as the bartender of the place, the more people asking you for a drink and paying you in good money the best it is. To be fair, the popularity of this Salomon Grundy had full a few times the little jar for the tips you kept on the counter. And for that, the guys had earn your respect and admiration.

Except that you know pretty well that without the taller man, Grundy was nothing more that slow mind puppet. And even if you had seen some pretty surprising things in your life, you had to admit you never thought you’d see Ed Nygma in a place like this. To be true with yourself, you never through to meet him again after that short time you both work at the GCPD. Of course you had seen and read the news like everyone else, but him here, you had never bet on that. 

He’s kind of changed a lot, his shyness had seen to vanish for good, replacing by an entertainment sense and an anger who’s seems to never leave him. His impersonation of the penguin always make you smile, if it’s not make you literally laugh. 

As he’s not a heavy drinker, he’s hadn’t notice you in that part of the bar. Or, he didn’t recognize you yet. Your style had really change since you had work as the receptionist of the local police. Your body is more curvy now and lot more expose that you use to. Your hair, free now,follow each of your move. And we will not start to talk about the style of the clothes you wear of the time. 

Finishing your last order, you serve the client and lift your head ,searching a next target to feed with sweet poison call alcohol. It’s the moment Ed choose to enter in your vision. He was sitting at the opposite side of the bar, two fingers in the air waiting you to notice him. 

-Please can I have… He start, his eyes focus on the bottle behind you. 

-Wait, let me surprise you. You said, turning on your heels, the nervosity forming a knock in your stomach. 

Well, you always had a soft spot for the nerdy Edward Nygma, why not, he was so sweet and cute. Even if, right now with this messy hair and new confidence, he literally and truly hotter. Picking one bottle after another, you pour the different alcohol in a whisky glass finish it with a good drop of juice. Glad of your cocktail, you put the result in front of a really suspicious Ed. 

-What is it ? he ask a bit annoy, looking at you like if you were a really complex mystery he wasn’t able to crack.

-When it comes to me you go on red and stops on green. What am I? You answer kind of proud of your little riddles. You truly suck at this, but, at the old time the riddle lover was truly happy you at least try. 

But, the man in front of you was clearly not glad and more piss that anything else. 

-I don’t know. He reply coldly. I don’t fucking know, neither who you are and why you look like so much familiar. 

You feel the sadness grip you heart.

-A…A watermelon Ed…like one we share and…well literally explode on the autopsies table.

You could suddenly see the surprise and memory hit him. His mouth, half open seem to rush at pushing the word he wanted to say. 

-Miss Y/L/N, what are you doing here, what’s happen to you !?

-Y/N, Ed, You say it like if it’s a bad things, do I look that ridiculous as a bartender ? You support his gaze, determined to no being ashamed of your condition.

-No…I mean…you…well.. The shyness was back. I wonder what happen to you, you look…kind of happy at the GCPD. 

You laugh a little, pushing the cocktail you made for him with a finger hoping that, at last, he try it. 

-Well, things change really drastically when your being shot and left for dead by your policeman co-worker. So, I decide that if I have to be in danger, I will be surrounded by it.

Drinking a sip of his glass, Ed continue to look at you with a burning gaze. 

-I’m not smart anymore. He finally said, finishing his drink with one gulp. 

With a soft smile you take the empty glass. 

-So, it’s a good thing that’s what I always appreciate in you is your kindness with me and well, I always find you cute. I…eum…I’m sorry I have other customers, do you want an other drink  before I left ? This one was on the house.

-No, thank you…I…I will come back tomorrow. 

Getting up of his sit, Ed take your hand, gently kissing it. 

-Since we look to change that much, i’m sure our discussion will be still really interesting. But, this time I will try to be less stupid and blind that before.

Feeling you cheek blushing, you left him disappear in the crowd, your mind floating in a sweet frog.