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bucknastysbabe · 2 years

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Oh look another subby Aegon fic, who would do that????

Anyways!

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: A little prequel to how our lovely Uller met Aegon. Then made him cry with womanly power. He’s such a brat.

Tags: Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends, Dom!reader, dornish!reader, sub!Aegon, overstim, riding the dragon babyyyy, v!sex, alcohol/drug use, man tears of course, no beta we die like Aegon’s liver, crying during sex, AFAB!reader, what’s slow burn these two are way too horny for that

Burning matchstick quick

Ali had dragged you along to the social claiming, “These guys are rich and cute!” Rich and cute usually meant coke and assholes. Besides you’d heard the infamous Prince Aegon Targaryen would be here. As the Governor of Dorne’s daughter you would punch him out if possible.

He had a punchable face.

You wore a tight dress and impossibly high heels, decked in gold jewelry. Your childhood best friend, the princess, was similarly styled. She was already drawing looks with her easy smiles and sultry eyes. Aliandra flipped her hair effortlessly and pulled you along through the crowd and flashing lights. People grinded together around you, the smell of weed and booze heady in the air.

You were determined to break out of that nerdy shell from your younger years and make your mark in college. Most knew you as Governor Uller’s eldest daughter, the smart one, the dutiful one, the serious one. You’d get a fresh start at King’s Landing University.

Aliandra yelled into your ear, “I have a friend back here! He’s the President!” You rolled your eyes as a cocky looking blonde swaggered up. He declared, “Princess and sexy friend! Name’s Jason. Jason LANNISTER!” You weren’t sure why he needed to yell that but frankly weren’t surprised from his last name.

He wrapped arms around both of your shoulders, escorting you two past some pledges and a hallway. You tried to remain unfazed by the scene in the room at the end. Emphasis on the tried because you were watching the prince of Westeros snorting an obscene amount of blow. Ali babbled, “Holy shit! Let me in on that!”

You stared at the carbon copy of Jason and asked, “Can I get a drink?”

The twin chuckled and asked, “What’s your poison Uller? I try to be respectful and let chicks watch,” he jabbed a thumb to Jason, “unlike that asshole.” You leaned against the counter and rolled your eyes, huffing, “I guess I’m already famous. Just some white shit and a soda, Tyland.”

He grinned at you and poured up.

The manic prince bumped into you, glaring with blown pupils. He sneered, “Watch out! Fucking freshman.” Rage lit in your chest. Aliandra cackled, “Oh he’s going to get it.” You shoved him and hissed back.

“Watch out! Fucking drunk pricks.”

Aegon’s mouth opened dumbly for a long period, his cheeks flushing. He muttered something and grabbed a beer. Off he went down the hallway. You commented, “What a dick head…” Tyland shrugged, “Glad you gave it back to him— never seen the slayer that befuddled.”

Jason interjected with a high Ali hanging on his arm, “Nice one! The slayer is oh-for-three.”

“Why are you calling him that?”

The Lannisters simultaneously responded, “Record of fucking most freshman.”

You scoffed and suggested having shots instead of being more annoyed by the Targaryen’s presence. Shots flowed, you met new people, and ended up forcefully dragged by your best friend to dance. Aliandra laughed in glee, dancing on a her true crush, Addam. Jason awkwardly pouted nearby nursing a beer.

A body sidled up next to yours, you turning in surprise. Your stony eyes met the violet eyes of the prince. Aegon seemed to be sizing you up. You gave him a look and turned back around pointedly. Then a ringed hand curled around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. He’d better be careful or you were going to kick him. Totally did not want to ride his cock until he cried or anything.

“You’re hot for a stuck up rich girl,” he rasped into your ear. You swayed to the music, gritting your jaw at Aegon’s stupidity. He continued, “No really, I don’t usually go for the Dornish.” You gave him a look as if to ask ‘What the shit?’. He smiled with glassy eyes, too invested in your face. You tried to keep your eyes from darting to his dumb pretty lashes or full lips.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you spat.

“And you’re a fucking bitch, what’s the hold up?”

This blonde asshole really had the gall. You didn’t mind it anymore, impulsively setting your mind on fucking the attitude out of the prince. You twisted around to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Aegon smirked down at you, grabbing a handful of your ass lecherously. His face fell when you teased, “I’ll show you a gods-damned bitch. Take me to the back, my prince.” A flicker of something passed over his face, but Aegon exited the dance floor, a hand tightly at the small of your back.

The brother room was empty, Aegon slapping off the light. You purred, “I think the couch will be a good spot, what say you?” Aegon nervously laughed, “Not the first time, sweetheart.” He was out of his element, you’d dealt with enough bluffing males surrounding your papa to know that.

You pushed Aegon down onto the ratty couch and straddled his waist in one fluid motion. He yelped and two palms instinctively held your waist. He stuttered, “F-fuck you’re forward.” You relished the fear in his widened violet orbs.

“You haven’t even seen the half of it, sweetheart.”

You gripped his chin in a rough embrace and claimed the prince’s full lips. He tried to fight back, locking you two in a battle of teeth and tongue. You licked into his mouth, moaning at his skilled tongue. Aegon hummed at that, nipping your bottom lip playfully.

You ignored his antics and massaged his tongue with your own gently. Lull him into complacency first, then shock the poor baby again. One of his hands stroked at your hair while you shared kisses with him. Aegon moaned low in his throat, shifting his hips minutely. Your lips danced against his almost perfectly. Almost too much so for the first time.

You pulled pack, a string of spit connecting your lips. Aegon groaned with a grimace, “What?” His dick was insistently making it’s presence known between your thighs. With a sharp grin you slowly grinded up, up, up against him. The prince gasped into a broken wet noise. His violet eyes were frantically darting around— overwhelmed.

You cooed into the shell of his ear, “What? Never had a chick fuck you right?”

He half-whispered, “O-of course. Fuck- do I look like?”

You nipped at his pierced ear, kissing your way to his pretty neck. Aegon had such pallid skin. You wanted to see it flush and purple under your teeth. Still rocking against the flustered prince in a filthy grind, you sucked bruises into his pulse point. Aegon’s hands gripped for dear life, whining and immediately biting his lip to stifle the noise.

You murmured, “I’m gonna ride you now.”

He nodded in a daze, red lips swollen from bites. You thumbed at a particularly dark hickey, enjoying the way Aegon writhed. His breath came in short pants, a flush high on his cheeks. Laying a hot kiss on the tender hollow of Aegon’s throat, lithe hands slid down his taut body.

He threw his head back petulantly as you undid his expensive belt. Aegon was at a loss for words, one second looking like he was going to curse you out, then the next as if the prince was going to sing your praises. Nothing resembling the common tongue slipped past his lips besides low moans and bitten off whimpers.

Your manicured hand eased Aegon’s flushed cock out of his underwear. Loud bass echoed on in the distance, only the sound of the prince’s and your breath intermingling. Your thumb rubbed around the crown of his leaking dick.

“Pretty. Like you.”

Aegon urged, “C’mon.”

His brows were cutely pulled together, sweat beginning to bead on his temples.

You used your off hand to hike up the skin-tight dress. Aegon muttered under his breath, staring at the neon thong. His hands reached towards your pussy, you slapping them away to his chagrin. You slid the flimsy piece of underwear to the side, laughing breathlessly as you eased the blonde in. His lashes fluttered and throat bobbed— helpless to the feeling of it all.

You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, starting a rough pace on Aegon’s cock. His face fell forward, rapid breath hitting your shoulder. Aegon whined, “The fuck…are you doing to me?” All you could do was smile and pet his silver hair, taking your pleasure.

He filled you up perfectly, snug against your ridged insides. You cried out softly when Aegon finally jerked his hips up in sloppy, stilted movements. The Targaryen babbled, “Ah- ah- oh gods don’t stop! You’re so good!” His constant moaning was leaving a damp spot of drool on your dress, the man completely undone.

You clenched onto his throbbing cock, sighing sweetly as the feeling of fullness. He was leaking so much pre you felt even slicker than usual. Aegon rutted frantically into your molten pussy, gasping and whining with scrunched eyes. Taken by ecstasy, your fingers squeezed his mottled throat.

Aegon cried out in rapture as his entire body shook. He grabbed hard enough at your flesh to bruise, high keening sounds deafening your hearing. He spilled into your pussy with hot ropes of cum, violet eyes rolling into his skull. You cruelly laughed, riding Aegon through his orgasm.

You growled, “C’mon give me another— m’not done slut.”

He shook his head and whimpered, “No, I can’t, s’too much.” You knew there was the short period you could coax out a more intense secondary release. A trembling hand rubbed at your clit, simultaneously mocking Aegon for cumming so quick. He begged for mercy, sweaty locks bouncing as the prince’s head bobbed.

You grabbed onto the pale hair, giving him a vicious yank. A low groan ripped from your throat, a heated flush running up the length of your body. Your skin prickled at the feeling and more noises poured unbidden from your lips. Aegon cried again, “Ahhh- pleaseee- it hurts!”

You hissed, “You want me to stop then?”

He wailed in frustration, teeth baring in the dark of the room. Aegon mewled, “Nonono, keeep going, fuuUCK!” He writhed underneath your flexing thighs, cramping with the intensity. Aegon’s cock was brought back to hardness, throbbing inside your pulsing cunt. A pang of white hot ecstasy sent another clenching ripple through your soaked core.

Violet eyes poured tears down his blotchy cheeks, Aegon drooling from the overstimulation. He chanted your name like a prayer, sobbing between each pained cry. He trembled while you laved a pointed tongue over his rapidly aching bruises. Your breath hitched when Aegon’s cock started to nudge against your sweet spot.

“That’s it, you got it, fuck me one last time,” you urged.

“Oh my gods I’m gonna cum again,” Aegon blubbered.

Your thighs slapped against his lap in a lazier pattern now, slipping into that final stage. Aegon’s sniveling and carrying on was music to your ears. You threw your hair back, breath resorted to staccato pants. Yanking the bratty prince’s pale curls one last time you seized up with a long, lewd cry.

Aegon wheezed like he’d been punched in the gut— slowly realizing he was spilling again. He let out a confused sob as more cum filled your swollen cunt. You cooed, “That’s it prince, good boy, good little boy.” Fat tears leaked down your skin, Aegon’s chest shaking with sobs. You didn’t expect him to react so…passionately.

Using a gentle press of your palm, you tilted Aegon’s crumpled face up. He sucked in a wet breath, red-rimmed eyes peering up to your dark orbs. You complimented, “You’re so pretty when you cry.” Licking up a salty tear sent the point across, the prince rasping a small reply, “Thanks.” He nuzzled into your body like a lost puppy— seeking protection.

Sliding out of him caused a gush of slick and cum to leak, Aegon moaning softly at the feeling. He whimpered into your tits, “Don’ leave.” Smiling softly and curling a possessive hand around his waist you replied, “I won’t. Only if you give me your number, dragon prince.”

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heottokes · 2 years

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𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 40. only exception

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

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꒰ m.list ➭ before • after ꒱

You laid on your bed recalling the past few weeks. It was weird to accept reservations again especially given your feelings for Yoongi, but it didn’t help that you had an unsettling feeling towards Jack. He felt like a ticking time bomb. The sporadic emotions aren’t a big red flag in your line of work. In fact, it is a common quality for a client to have. But there was just something off about him. You just can’t quite put your finger on it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the special tune playing from your phone. Your heart accelerated at hearing Yoongi’s ringtone. Whenever it played, you felt like he was standing right in front of you. You rolled on your stomach and messaged him with a schoolgirl smile on your face. Without missing a beat, you jumped off your bed taking off your pyjamas to get dressed.

You had to stop yourself from sprinting to his studio. You couldn’t go there out of breath otherwise he would know just how excited you were to see him. Your mind flashed back to the moment he slipped the slippers on your feet to replace your heels. You felt like a princess. It felt like a scene from the movies. You never thought such a romantic scene would happen to you and be done by Yoongi, no less. Your face was flushed, and you had to stop the grin from splitting your face. If Yoongi had turned back, you could imagine the scowl forming on his face from seeing your state. He would think you’re going to tease him for his kindness.

“Y/n! I haven’t seen you in forever.” Mrs. Seo greeted once she saw you.

You give her a bashful smile. It was an awkward situation. Do you tell her you’ve broken up or is that too much information? “Yeah, I’ve been busy with uni things.”

“No need to explain love,” Mrs. Seo reassured. “Go right on through,” She gestures over to the studio rooms.

You bid her goodbye and head towards Yoongi’s studio room. Not bothering to knock since he might have his headphones on, you send him a text letting him know you’re outside his door. A couple of seconds pass before the door opens revealing Yoongi. “Did you already forget the passcode?” Yoongi asks not even greeting you.

He steps aside and lets you in. “No, but I thought it would be weird if I just let myself in.” You head towards the coffee table where two empty wine glasses were and started pouring the wine you brought as promised.

“I gave you the passcode because I didn’t mind if you let yourself in.” Yoongi explained as he shuts the door behind him. You pursed your lips at his words. Stop overthinking. You berated yourself. He didn’t mean anything else by it.

You give him a smile handing him a glass. “Duly noted.” You picked up your glass and head to his desk sitting down on your usual seat. “So, what have you been working on?”

Yoongi sat down and took a sip before navigating his way into his files. He handed you his headphones while he set up the audio. “This is the track, Hyewon and I worked on together for class.” He played a track called ‘So Far Away’.

Your eyes close as soon as the music begins. That was one thing Yoongi loved about showing his music to you. He loved how seriously you took it even though you had no interest in music besides listening to it recreationally. The second Yoongi’s voice appeared your heart squeezed. It was an effect Yoongi always had on you. As you listened to his voice and take in the words he was rapping, you had to fight the shiver coming from your spine. It was amazing to you how he managed to convey his feelings, his story, and his passion into his music. It never fails to take you to another place.

The second Hyewon’s verse started your jaw drops and you look at Yoongi. “She can sing?!” You shouted since you had noise-cancelling headphones on. You can only see Yoongi laugh in response. As the song continues, you found yourself looking at Yoongi. As his words flowed into your brain, you couldn’t help but search his face for any sign of truth. You admired his passion and love for music, but does he really feel so hopeless? The song ends and Yoongi waits for your feedback. You pull the headphones back and rest it against your neck. “Wow, Yoongi that song was really moving. I don’t really know what to say.” Yoongi smiles and thanks you. You watch him as he starts looking for the next track. He looks at you and gestures for you to put the headphones on. “Do you really feel that way?” You gathered the courage to ask.

Yoongi thinks about your question. You felt like you pushed his limit and was about to take it back when he answers, “I used to; before I started uni. I felt like I would never get to do what I wanted because of my parents. I thought it was a hopeless dream. I thought it would be a hopeless life to live if I didn’t get to do this. But thankfully, somehow, I am doing just that.” He gives you a smile after his answer.

“I’m glad,” You smile and look at his computer displaying his work. “That you get to do what you love.”

You hear him laugh so you turn back to him. “You always seem happier than me that I’m doing music.”

“I can’t help but be happy when the people I love are doing what they love.” Yoongi’s smile drops as surprise replaces his features. You realise what you just said and clear your throat. You turn back to his computer to avoid his gaze. “What’s this song?” You hover the mouse pointer to a song title that caught your eye.

Yoongi turns to the screen and as he read the track title, ‘My Muse’, he moves the mouse away and opens a different song. “Nothing!” He says too quickly making you tilt your head. “It’s not ready yet so I can’t show you.”

You pout. He has shown you demos before so what’s the big deal? “So, you’ll show me once it’s ready?”

“Yep. When I’m ready.” Yoongi nods gesturing for you to put on the headphones.

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You hadn’t even reached the table before Jungkook and Taehyung jumped on you. “God, you’re so dramatic!” You roll your eyes but hugged them back.

“Tell us everything!” Jungkook pulls you down to the seat next to him while Taehyung sits across from you.

“Nothing to tell.” You shrugged making the boys frown.

“You’ve been hanging out alone lately? I thought you guys weren’t supposed to be doing that?” Taehyung refers to the agreement you’ve made with Yoongi to keep things civil for your mutual friends.

You bit the inside of your cheek thinking about his point. “I mean we were doing that, but I don’t know it just started happening and it wasn’t as awkward as it used to be for some reason.”

“Does that have anything to do with Hyewon clearing things up?” Taehyung points out.

“Yeah, well, on my end it makes sense. I feel a lot better now knowing that there isn’t anything going on between them, but it doesn’t make sense on Yoongi’s end.” You started thinking about how you and Yoongi started hanging out in the first place. You never really thought about it since you were simply happy at the fact that you two were finally “normal” with each other. “Like, I’m not sure what happened on his end, but I guess, he’s more comfortable to hang out now.”

“Wait, so who’s asking to hang out?” Jungkook asks with a bunny smile on his face.

You hummed thinking about it. “Yoongi’s the one who’s been initiating it most of the time.” Jungkook doesn’t say anything but seems satisfied with your answer by the grin on his face.

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After speaking to Jungkook and Taehyung, they made you realise that you weren't making the same effort in repairing your friendship like Yoongi is. Ever since the air was cleared about Hyewon and Taehyung, Yoongi seemed to go back to how it used to be. You were ecstatic that your relationship with him was finally becoming what you both promised once the deal was over, friends. So why haven't you asked Yoongi to hang out?

“An arcade really?” Yoongi asks once he sees the place you led him to.

You took his arm and dragged him towards the door. “Yes! It'll be fun to beat you.” You teased dragging him straight to the arcade hoops – the game you’re most confident in. An evil smile crosses your face as you gesture to Yoongi to stand next to you. “I have to warn you, I'm pretty good at this.”

Yoongi chuckles taking the slot next to you. “Really? Should we put a wager on then?”

You turn your body towards him with your head held high. “What do you have in mind?”

“If I win, you shout me dinner.”

You roll your eyes. “It's always about food, huh?”

Yoongi crosses his arms smirking. “And what do you want if you win?”

“When I win,” You stepped closer challenging Yoongi. “You have to play the crane game until you get me a plushie.” An impossible challenge, you already knew that but seeing Yoongi’s frustration would be hilarious.

“You're a sadist.” Yoongi remarks reading your mind. “But you're on.” He puts his hand out and you shake it firmly.

You both turned to your stations and swipe your card on both readers. You both hovered over the button. “I'll count to three and we go after I say ‘go’.”

“You're the boss.” Yoongi rolls his sleeves already focusing on the hoop in front of him. Your heart fluttered at his concentration. Maybe it was because you are competitive yourself, but you couldn't help but find Yoongi’s seriousness attractive.

You smile before finding your own concentration. This was a game you had to win after all. “Okay, three, two, one, go!” Your hands slam the start button simultaneously – not that it really mattered since there was a fair timer. The balls came down and without hesitation, you and Yoongi started shooting the balls into the hoop like clockwork. You were missing more than usual which made you even more frantic. Was it because you were playing against Yoongi? It didn't help that Yoongi was doing better than you thought he would be given he is basically a human turtle. Your eyes keep shifting to Yoongi’s increasing score taking attention away from your aim. “Come on, y/n!” You snapped yourself out of it and started focusing on catching up. Your competitiveness heightened as you see Yoongi in the corner of your eye relax and take his time with his shots – focusing more on precision than velocity. You both made it to level 3 before the timer ran out. “What the hell?” You panted out after seeing the devastating result.

You turned to Yoongi for answers but only see his satisfied smirk. Your nose twitched in annoyance. Of course, with competitiveness comes the smugness – you know that all too well. “I played shooting guard in high school.” Yoongi admits casually before walking away.

You picked up your jaw and ran after him. “Hey! That's not fair!” You wrapped your arm around his. “You didn't tell me I was playing against a professional.”

“I’m not.” Yoongi laughs. “But you're right.” Yoongi stopped in his tracks and starts digging through his pockets. You let go of his arm so he can find what he's looking for. Your gaze shifts to what's in front of you and you see you've stopped in front of a crane game. “Pick whichever you want.” Yoongi nods towards the plushies.

“You won the game though?”

“I didn't play fair.” Yoongi puts money in the crane not giving you time to protest. He gestures towards the plushies again. After some deliberation, you pointed at the white cat plushie. “Didn't peg you as a cat person.” Yoongi comments but starts the crane up anyway.

“I didn't think I was but it's cute.” And it reminded you of a certain someone, but you can't tell him that.

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“So, who are you babysitting and why did you think it was a good idea?” Yoongi asks once his free dinner was placed in front of him.

You thank the waiter and pick up your spoon. “Remember, Xiumin? The guy you met during our parent’s acquisition dinner.”

Yoongi frowns and nods as you eat a spoonful of your dinner. “What about him?”

“It's his kid. And I'm the kid’s godmother.” You watch Yoongi close his eyes in irritation. “What’s wrong?”

He clenched his jaw and rubs his face before giving you a weak smile. “Nothing. Godmother, huh? How did that happen?” Yoongi redirects the attention to you.

“Well, I did introduce him to his wife after all. I invited both of them to my birthday and one thing led to another, they're married with a baby boy.” You explained. “So, is that a yes to Saturday?”

Yoongi laughs. “I'm not that easy, y/n.” You visibly deflate at his answer. “Giving up already? You said you can convince me easily?”

You pout at his teasing. “Yoongi please!” You clasped your hands together and leaned on the table to give him your best puppy dog eyes. “I've never looked after a kid before, and I gave Xiu an I.O.U like five years ago and he cashed it in.” Yoongi laughs showing no sympathy. “It's nothing too major. I already planned everything out.”

“Do tell,”

“We’ll pick him up at Xiu’s place at 2 and take him to Ichon – play around, eat some snacks – the time will fly and before you know it, we’re having dinner and we’re tucking him in at night. We can stay the night – Xiu already arranged everything, and they’ll come back in the early afternoon.”

“So, it's the entire Saturday and Sunday morning?” You cringe. You know you're being too much. Of course, Yoongi doesn't want to spend that much time with you. Well, who would want to spend their weekend babysitting in general?

“Xiu and Hana haven't had alone time in forever. You don't want to ruin their date, do you?” You asked pulling out your last trump card.

“Are you going to flake if I say no?��

“Of course not!” Yoongi shrugs telling you all you need to know.

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“Thank you again for this, y/n.” Hana thanks you the second she opens the door to her home.

You gave her a hug and let yourself in. “Don't worry about it, Han. I owed Xiu anyway.”

“If anything, he owes you everything for introducing him to me.” She gives you a wink as she cleans up the living space.

“I will never deny that, but I also saved y/n’s life so let's take that into account.” Xiumin argues as he enters the room all dressed up.

“Y/n!” Jun waddles up to you.

You picked him up like you always do and rest him on your hip. “Hey, how's my favourite person?”

“Mommy made me eat yucky food.” Jun whined and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You looked at Hana and she mouthed the word ‘vegetables’ which made you laugh.

“But Junnie, did you know that those are power foods?” Jun looked up at you in curiosity. “The food your mommy made you eat is so you can become big and strong, like a superhero.”

“Really?” Jun looked at his parents who were already smiling at him.

“Of course, Junnie. Why do you think mommy would make you eat it if it weren't for your own good?” Xiumin answered giving him a pat on the head.

Jun looked over at Hana and begin to cry. “I'm sorry, mommy!” He reached for his mother which softened all your hearts.

“Oh baby, it's okay!” Hana soothes him as she takes him from your arms to give him kisses and hugs. “You know I only want the best for you.” Jun sniffled and nodded his head.

While Hana settles Jun down, Xiumin guides you into the kitchen. “Where's your boyfriend? I thought you two will be looking after Jun together.”

“I never said I was going to ask him to babysit with me, Xiu.” You answered avoiding his eyes.

“But isn't this the perfect opportunity to see what it's like to have a family with him? Or is it not that serious? Because I swear, the way he looked at you –”

“It's not that serious.” You cut Xiumin off. He looked at you sceptically before raising his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, well the room is ready for the two of you anyway.” Xiumin gives you a pat in the back and calls for Hana so they can get going.

“Okay, you know where everything is. The guide is on the kitchen counter as usual. If you need anything, we’re just one call away. Say the word I'll run over here if I have to.” Hana goes over the usual spiel as you and Xiumin try to usher her out the door.

“It's not my first rodeo, Han. We’ll be okay. Right, Jun?” You ask Jun who’s in your arms once again.

“Bye bye mama.” Jun waves at his parents nearly making Hana cry and ruin her makeup.

“Bye bye baby. Be good to y/n.” Hana gives him a kiss before giving you a hug. Xiumin says his special goodbye to Jun and gives you a hug as they leave. You wave at them with Jun until Xiumin closes the door. You laugh at Hana trying to look into the gap despite it getting smaller and smaller.

Once the door shuts, you look at Jun. “Well, it's time for fun!” Jun shouts in excitement while you bounce him.

━━━☆ 

As promised, you brought Jun to Ichon Hangang Park. Jun picked out his favourite games and toys to bring to the park. Lucky for you, his attention span wasn't as short as most kids, and you've been kicking his soccer ball for half an hour. Your heart filled with joy watching the little boy try to run to the ball only to kick like two centimetres from himself.

While Jun chased the ball after you kicked it lightly, your phone rings. You take your phone out and see Yoongi’s name on your screen. The beat of your heart increases and you exhaled deeply before picking up. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Yoongi asks straight to the point as usual.

“I'm babysitting, remember?” You answered confused.

“No, where are you?”

“We’re at Ichon right now.”

“Y/n.” You hear Yoongi pause and sigh. Even though irritation laced his tone, you liked the way he said your name. “Where in Ichon?”

“We’re by the soccer field.”

“Was that so hard?” Yoongi finally lightens up.

You shrug even though he couldn't see you. “You were pretty vague.” Jun finally kicked the ball all the way to you, and you turn to him. “Good job, Junnie! Do you want to take a break and have a juice box?” Yoongi smiles at the change of your tone. He faintly hears an excited ‘yes please’ before hearing you rustle around a bag. “Sorry, Yoongs, I have to go. I'll call you when I'm free?” Yoongi says his goodbye and you put away your phone. “Here you go, Junnie.” You handed him his juice and you sit down on the grass.

Junnie takes your hand and makes his way in between your legs. You knew what he wanted. You crossed your legs and turn him around to place him on your lap. The two of you sit watching the older kids play soccer. One thing you liked about Jun was that he is a simple kid. All he wants is to spend quality time, no matter what you're doing. You pointed out a cloud that is shaped like a dog and Jun giggled holding onto your raised hand. “You're a natural.”

You look towards the commenter and your smile drops. “Yoongi? What are you doing here?”

Yoongi shrugs and sits in front of you cross legged. “You said you needed help.” He looks over at Jun who is watching him with a frown. “Hey, buddy.”

“Junnie, this is my friend, Yoongi.” You reassured Jun who was on the verge of tears. “He came because he heard I was hanging out with the coolest person I know.” Yoongi and Jun smile at the same time.

“Hi,” Jun offers a shy wave to Yoongi which elated him. He never found kids cute or anything special. But seeing you with this little angel is getting him to think twice. “Do you like cars?”

“I love cars.” Yoongi answers without hesitating. You've never heard him talk about cars at all. He's a natural, you thought. Jun looks at you to get his toys. You got Jun off you and placed him right in front of Yoongi who cautiously holds his sides to make sure he doesn’t fall over. “What's your favourite?” Jun tried to describe his favourite car without giving a name – since he didn't know what it was called. Yoongi smiles and responds to him genuinely. Your heart soared seeing Yoongi smile so fondly at the boy. You could watch Yoongi with kids all day. But that said kid will throw a tantrum if you don't give him his cars to show off to his new friend. You go through the bag you brought to get all the toys he brought with him. He brought a monster truck, five hot wheels, and a fighter jet. You handed the toys to Yoongi and Jun giving them a smile. Jun hands Yoongi one of the hot wheels while Jun took the monster truck.

“That’s his favourite one.” You whispered to Yoongi pointing at the car he had in his hand. Yoongi visibly brightens making you take a sly photo of the two playing.

━━━☆ 

The day went by just as you promised Yoongi. The energy levels between the three of you lowered as the day went on. Before Jun gets too sleepy, you packed everything up and took him to one of his favourite restaurants. The host greeted you and Jun familiarly and placed you at Jun’s favourite spot – the one that has a graffiti drawing of a dinosaur on the wall. Yoongi follows you and sits in the booth facing against the wall while you placed Jun in the highchair facing the wall. “Order whatever you want Yoongs, it’s on me.” You gestured towards the menu before sitting next to Jun so you could feed him.

Yoongi picks up the menu and scans the options. You took Jun’s bib which had a cartoon dinosaur printed on it to match the wall. Yoongi looks up to see you coddle Jun and convince him to wear the bib. He took notice of the glow emanating from you whenever Jun smiles or giggles or does anything endearing. It was his turn to take a sly photo of the two of you – you weren’t as sly as you thought you were. He looked at the photo and smiled at your loving expression. He looked up at the real thing. “You’re really good with kids.”

You turn to Yoongi ready to assure him it's due to your experience when you remembered you told him you never looked after a kid before. Yes, it was a lie – a white lie – but you couldn’t come up with any other excuse to make him come along. ‘I want you to come hangout with a kid because I wanna see how good you are with them so I can fulfil my domestic fantasies of you and I?’ No way you would ever say that. He would run for the hills. “I guess it’s the maternal instincts.” You offered lamely. Luckily, the server came over to take your order cutting off Yoongi from prying further.

━━━☆ 

Putting Jun to bed was the hardest part of looking after him. The boy held all his energy in to release it at night. You chased Jun around to get him into his pyjamas. Yoongi was watching amused. “Jun! Get back here!” You could obviously catch up to him. He doesn’t even know how to run but this was a tactic professionals use. Play their game, tire them out, and you win. Jun hides behind Yoongi’s leg making you stop. “Not so good now, am I?” You asked panting.

Yoongi hums pretending to think about it. “No, I guess not.” You stick your tongue out at him making him laugh. “Come on, little man.” Yoongi kneels to get to his eye level. “We can still play. You just need to dry properly and wear clothes otherwise you’ll get sick. And you don’t want that do you?” Jun doesn’t seem convinced as he looks between the two of you. “If you get sick, you’ll feel awful, but y/n can also get in trouble by your parents. You don’t want y/n to get in trouble, do you?” Yoongi takes your hand, and you follow his lead kneeling in front of Jun.

“No! I love y/n!” Jun cries hugging you.

You laugh and rub his back. “Well, if you love me, you’ll get into your pyjamas.” Jun lets go and allows you to put his clothes on. You look over at Yoongi suspiciously. “Have you done this before?”

Yoongi smiles and pushes himself up. "Just a natural, I guess.” He ruffles Jun’s hair making him giggle. “Come on, little man. Brush teeth time.” You flinched waiting for Jun to start crying. Getting Jun to bed comes in stages. Showering or bathing the boy was one of the easier stages; depending on how he’s feeling, he can enjoy it – even ask for one. Getting him dressed always entails a chase and back and forth before you both get tired and give up. Then there’s brushing his teeth, I don’t think there’s a kid in the world that likes brushing their teeth but it’s like Jun gets his second wind. The waterworks are on, and he “runs” the other direction throwing away all the work you put in. Once, you finally get him to brush his teeth which is usually by picking him up and brushing it yourself with tears staining his cheeks he finally settles down. Read him whatever story he wants and he’s out like a light. But Jun doesn’t cry this time. Instead, he takes Yoongi’s hand and walks him to the bathroom. Your jaw drops while Yoongi praises Jun for being a good boy. “You coming or do I have to convince you to brush your teeth too?” You shut your mouth and scramble to your feet.

“I’m not a baby.” You pout running up to them. Yoongi chuckles thinking otherwise.

━━━☆ 

You were woken up by a flick on your forehead. You scrunch your face and shake your head away. “Oi, what are you doing on the couch?” You hear Xiumin’s disapproval from the grogginess.

“What do you think you're doing waking me up like this?” You took one of the throw pillows next to you and placed it over your face. Xiumin sighs and walks away.

You gather your thoughts while waking yourself up. After getting Jun to brush his teeth, Jun asked Yoongi to read him to sleep. A good sign for you but you couldn’t help but feel sour. Jun always loved it when you read to him – whenever you would come over, he would choose you over his parents. Maybe it was more about the new person than it was about you. You and Yoongi head to the living room to rest. You both watched some TV and chatted about the day and anything else that came through your minds. You remembered looking at Yoongi with so much adoration. How could he be so perfect? You asked yourself as you observed his features. Yoongi caught you staring and if you didn’t want to crawl in a hole then, you wanted to when he began to excuse himself saying it was late. “No, you can stay.” You get up with him.

“It’s a three-bedroom apartment, y/n, and I’m not comfortable sleeping on the couch since I barely know them.” You reeled yourself at his reasoning. Of course, it made sense. It doesn’t matter the fact that you shared a bed before. He was drunk then. He would never do it again and you would never ask him sober.

“Xiumin and Hana prepared the main bedroom for me and the guest bedroom for you.” You lied. You see Yoongi’s hesitation, so you persisted. “It’s late, Yoongs and I'm sure Jun would like to at least say goodbye when you leave. Yoongi resigns and waits for you to head to bed as well. He waited outside the guest bedroom door while you stopped at the door. “Good night, Yoongi.”

“Good night, y/n.” The two of you stood there awkwardly looking at each other. You give up accepting he wasn’t going to go first, and you make your way inside your friend’s room. “Aren’t you going to close the door?” Yoongi asks startling you. What was he still doing here?

You turn to him giving him a tight-lipped smile. “No, I’ll leave it open a bit just in case Jun wakes up.” Yoongi understands and bids you good night. You watch Yoongi close the door and you stand there in the dark wanting to kick and scream. You felt so out of place in Xiumin and Hana’s room. You were close but not that close and sleeping in their shared bed felt like a violation of privacy. So, you waited. For an hour or two. And then once you’re convinced that Yoongi was asleep, you slipped out of the room and into the lovely couch. “What are you guys doing here so early?” You asked getting up from the couch and joining the couple in the kitchen.

“We missed Junnie,” Hana answers taking a sip from her coffee. “I thought your boyfriend was going to sleepover?”

“He’s in the guest room.” You answered without acknowledging the label they gave Yoongi.

“Did you fight again?”

“Xiumin!” Hana snaps at Xiumin who raises his hands in surrender.

“What? What other reason would she have to sleep on the couch?” He points out fairly. “Also, what kind of man lets the woman sleep on the couch?” Another fair point.

“The bed is too small for two people, Xiu.” You lied again.

“What? You don’t like cuddling?” Xiumin asks pointedly.

You glare at him. “Not when I'm sleeping. Also, don’t tell him I slept on the couch I told him I was taking your room.” You aligned your alibi before heading to the couch to cover your tracks.

“You could have slept on our bed, y/n.” Hana offers, and you know she means it, but it just wouldn’t be right to take her word for it. You give her a smile to say thanks.

“Well, did he pass the test?” Xiumin asks earning a glare from you and Hana.

“Good morning,” Yoongi’s raspy voice greeted fluttering your stomach. You turn to him, and he notices the other people in the room. “Oh, good morning. Nice to see you again Xiumin. I’m Yoongi.” He introduces himself to Hana lending out his hand to shake.

“Hana, Xiumin’s wife and the mom of the little devil you looked after.” Yoongi chuckles and accepts the coffee Xiumin handed him. “He wasn’t too bad, was he? He’s always a brat whenever he meets someone for the first time.”

“Maybe it’s because he knows how cute he is.” You chided in making everyone agree.

“He was great actually.” Yoongi reassures Hana.

“Really?” Hana pries wanting more information.

Yoongi nods. “He shared his favourite toys with me and let me read him a story to sleep.” Hana and Xiumin shares a relieved smile.

“You missed out on the best part.” You joined everyone in the kitchen and stand next to Xiumin. “He asked Jun to brush his teeth and Junnie took his hand and led the way.” Xiumin and Hana simultaneously gasp making Yoongi at everyone confused.

“That’s massive!” Hana gives Yoongi a friendly nudge.

“It’s huge!” Xiumin adds. “Insane really!” You laughed at his dramatics. “Jun gave y/n the cold shoulder the couple times he met her.”

You smack Xiumin’s arm. “He was only like that the first time.” You explained to Yoongi whose smile faltered. “Okay, the second and third time too. But he was only a baby in my defence, and I didn't know how to hold one.”

“Y/n, you were holding him like he was a bomb.” Xiumin rolls his eyes.

“No offence, but he kind of was. You never know when he was going to cry.” Hana laughs shaking her head.

“At least you got better in time. I was worried for a second there.” Hana admits. You notice Yoongi has fallen silent but before anyone could address it, Jun entered the room rubbing his eye. “There's my baby!” Hana got up and picked Jun up.

Jun reaches out to Yoongi and holds his hand. Everyone melted at the sight. “Well, you passed the test with flying colours.” Yoongi turns to Xiumin who raised his mug at him. “You know to see if you're marriage material and all.” Your eyes widened as Yoongi looks at you confused. You smacked Xiumin in the stomach making him double over.

You grabbed the back of his neck and bend over to whisper in his ear. “Keep it up and I’ll make sure Jun is the only kid you’ll have.”

“Okay, okay,” Xiumin surrenders, and you plaster a fake smile to Yoongi. “What I meant was that you're a natural.”

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“Y/n, are you listening?” You turn to Hyewon who was looking at you with a worried expression. “If you're not up for tonight, I understand.”

“No, I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She rubs your arm. “Thank you for coming to rehearsals. It means a lot.”

“Of course.” You smiled and gave her a hug. “You’ll do great.”

The sound manager calls for Hyewon, so she leaves you by the bar to start rehearsals. You walked over to an empty booth and watched everyone prepare for the concert. You were supposed to be elated for Hyewon, but you couldn't ignore the sick feeling in your stomach. You felt sick since you rejected Jack’s request – no, his demand a couple of days ago. Sure, he had always been short, rude, and definitely entitled but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling anymore. At first your blood boiled at the audacity but as time went on and you continued to read his messages over and over again, an ominous feeling creeped in the back of your head. He was pushing his luck during the previous reservations by being an asshole about the entire thing and the entitlement he has just because he paid for you was not a surprise either, but your heart started racing and your hands began to shake as you continued to reject him. He was starting to creep you out. I want you. A phrase that would normally make any girl swoon made you shiver in fear. It was almost obsessive. You didn't want to accuse him outright of dangerous behaviour in case you were wrong, but one thing is for sure, that was the end of any more reservations for him.

━━━☆ 

Never would you ever think you would be grateful for alcohol and parties existing but here you are slightly inebriated and dancing with no care in the world. It didn't take long for the crowd to start forming once the club opened. The DJ started the night, and everyone were making their way to the dance floor. Adora and 2Do were the next to arrive and they posed as a good distraction. Adora, of course, is the life of the party and she doesn't waste any time. She coerced the three of you to take two shots minimum to get the night going – the others will catch up once they get here, she waves off your excuse. The alcohol helped take the tension away from your shoulders, but it was mainly Adora’s infectious energy taking it away. She was a dancer by no means, but she didn't care who was looking or who she may hit with her swinging arms. You were just glad Jin hadn't arrived otherwise the two would have concussed someone early in the night.

As the night went on, everyone arrived. Yoongi was stoic as usual. Sitting down on one of the booths with a drink in his hand while the rest of you stayed on the dance floor or make new “friends”. He humoured Jin by staying on the dance floor for one song but after that, he and Joon left the dance floor to sit down and drink. Your eyes would wonder to his figure every so often. Even with the alcohol coursing through your veins, your mind can never stray from him. Every single time you would look over he would be already looking at you, no matter if Joon or Jimin were in his ear clearly in the middle of a conversation or if he was taking sips of his drink, his eyes would be on you. At first, you felt awkward when you met his eyes. Questions fired through your foggy brain. How long has he been looking? Did I do something weird? Am I sweaty? Why have I never looked at myself dancing to see if I look good or not? But of course, the more alcohol you consumed, the less anxious you were and the bolder you became. It took you three more shots to be able to smile at him when you locked eyes but it's bold for you. You couldn't really see whether he smiled back or not since he was a distance away and it was dark, but you see his head nod down to acknowledge your gesture.

Once Hyewon came on stage, the ever-so bold you dragged Yoongi to his feet to join all of you on the dance floor. Your group made its way to the front of the stage so she could see you and you could see her clearly. He smiled for the first time that night. Well, it's not exactly a smile more like an upward twitch but everyone can agree that when it comes to Yoongi that is enough. You were jumping up and down and waving your arms in the air as Hyewon spit out the nastiest flow you ever heard – besides from Yoongi, of course. She was in her element. The spotlight shone down on her, and she was using the entire stage by herself. Everyone was cheering for her. This could be Yoongi, your mind wandered to him once again. You looked over to him and he genuinely seemed to be enjoying himself. Jin had his arm wrapped around his shoulder making him bounce up and down with him. Why isn't it? The intrusive question wondered through your brain, and it started up another barrage of questions concerning Yoongi. Is he disappointed that they didn't ask him to perform? How did Hyewon book this gig in the first place? Suddenly, the sound of clapping cut through your thoughts and your eyes snap back on stage. Hyewon is bowing and saying her goodbyes. You joined in, clapping and shouting louder than everyone else. Hyewon locks eyes with all of you and smiles. That's right. Tonight isn't about Yoongi or your problems. It's Hyewon’s night and nothing can ruin that.

━━━☆

Or so you thought. Your body started moving on autopilot reading Yoongi’s message. You didn't bother telling Hobi and Joon who you were dancing with where you're going. You needed to process what Yoongi sent you. What was Jack doing here? And how did he meet Adora? You reassured Yoongi it was a coincidence so why are you standing outside of the club taking in the cool breeze with tears stinging your eyes. This wasn't some sick sense of déjà vu. It was different when your worlds collided with Yoongi. It was the same kind of helplessness – one you knew to be a consequence of this job – but you didn't feel this sick with Yoongi. You were anxious and a mess, of course as your double life was about to unravel in front of you. But this time, you feel it physically. You feel it at the back of your thoughts like a shadow lurking in the dark. You always believe Yoongi’s good character, but you cannot say the same for Jack. He held the same ruthlessness as any good businessman would. If they had an edge over you, it would only be a waste to not exploit it.

“Are you okay?” You try to blink the tears away before Yoongi sees.

“Yeah,” You answered hating how shaky your voice was. Yoongi’s fingers graze your elbow causing goosebumps to form on your arms. “I'm fine.” You reassured after seeing the worry written on his face. “I don't want to talk about it.” You warned Yoongi before he found the words he wanted to say. He didn't like it; you could see it on his face, but he doesn't say anything and gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“How much have you had to drink?” Yoongi changes the subject.

“Not enough.” You sighed.

Yoongi handed you one of the beers he had in his hand. “I don’t know if you drink beer but it’s something to take the edge off.”

“It’s much appreciated.” You chuckle taking a swig for relief. “Why are you here?”

Yoongi frowns at your question. “I wanted to check up on you, is that so wrong?”

You giggle. “I mean, why are you here and not on stage like Hyewon?”

Yoongi shrugs. “I’m not exactly as good at networking or publicity like Hyewon is. She’s worked with different underground artists who has nothing to do with school. She even put out a music video. I just post my music on platforms. I don’t really do anything more than that.” You watch Yoongi talk. You loved watching him talk. The way the end of his lips is always curved slightly even when he talks intrigues you. The way his voice turns raspy when he talks longer than usual. How he gestures his hands to accompany his words. None of this was anything special, you knew that. Everyone speaks with their hands, everyone loses their voice after a while, and everyone moves their lips when they speak; you know that. It’s just something about the way he does it. He just does it so well. “What?” You blinked and looked at him waiting for him to continue. “What do I do so well?” Your heart dropped. Did I just say that out loud? Clearly.

You cleared your throat to give yourself time to think. What were you talking about again? “Being on stage.” That’s right. You looked at him and smile. “You would be amazing on stage.” It was true; he has the charisma and talent.

“You think so?” Yoongi asks bashfully. His cheeks and ears giving away his feelings.

You smile. “Of course. You would take everyone’s breath away.”

Yoongi gives you a shy smile. “There you guys are!” You hear Taehyung call for you both. “Hyewon wants to celebrate with everyone.” You nodded and followed Taehyung back in.

You reached the booth where everyone was hanging around. You give Hyewon a big hug and complimented her set. “I’m so glad I could see all your faces! It gave me a lot of confidence.” Hyewon laughs. She introduces you to the other performers and their entourage. “No seriously, I actually forgot the line so I just adlib.” Hyewon confessed to you and Adora making you laugh.

“Well, you did great because we were none the wiser.” You reassured her taking a sip of your drink. “Are you cut off for the night, Adora?” You asked since the party girl was no longer drinking.

Adora looks at you like you grew two heads. “Of course not! Jack’s getting our drinks.” Your smile fades as Hyewon asks who Jack was. Before Adora could answer, she perks up at the sight of someone making the two of you look over and see a tall foreigner approach with a charming devilish smile. Your body floods in heat as Adora jumps up to introduce Jack to everyone. Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach, and you started to regret drinking so much because it felt like it is just about to come back up. “Jack, these are my friends!” Adora wraps her arms around his. Everyone gathered around giving him a nod or wave as Adora introduces them one by one. “And this is y/n.” You mustered up a tight-lipped smile and left it at that, but Jack reaches out for a handshake. You took his hand reluctantly feeling uncomfortable at his stare. “And this is Yoongi.” Adora gestures next to you surprising you. You hadn’t realised Yoongi made his way next to you the second Jack came over. “Y/n’s boyfriend.” She explains to Jack your relationship with Yoongi.

You were about to scold Adora for her teasing when you feel Yoongi’s hand graze your lower back. Your attention turns to Yoongi who goes in for a handshake with Jack. “Nice to meet you.” Jack shakes his hand while everyone shares looks between themselves. Hyewon and Jin didn’t wait before they started interrogating Jack about himself and his life story. “Let’s go, get a drink.” Yoongi whispers in your ear sending goosebumps down your arms. You look for his eyes and smile. You don’t know what you would do if Yoongi wasn’t here. He took your hand in his and lead you far from Jack’s sights.

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“What are you doing here so early?” You greeted Yoongi once you opened the door. It wasn’t that he was disturbing you; you’ve been awake for hours. You barely had enough sleep thinking about Jack and the paranoia that your second life is in jeopardy again.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” You smile knowing he was being honest. “Are you?” His fingertips reach for yours. A shy gesture of reassurance.

“I’m fine, Yoongi.” You smile tiredly. His eyes search yours waiting for more. “I’m tired and paranoid but I've been careful since I started doing this. I’m good at what I do and keeping it separate from my life.”

“But how careful could you be?” Yoongi asks hinting at the elephant in the room.

He was right but, “You are the only exception.”

━━━☆

Yoongi is the only exception. He is the only client you ever broke your rules for. He is the only one you would have ever let slip through the masses. So why are tears brimming your eyes at the sight of Jack’s name? Why is there a sense of doubt creeping in the back of your mind? Yoongi is the only exception. You reassured Yoongi that everything was good so why do you feel like you can’t breathe? “Y/n!” Taehyung’s voice breaks through your thoughts. You look up to see him standing in the doorway panting. “Are you okay?”

You choked out another sob as Taehyung cups your face. “I’m scared. What if he knows?”

“How could he?” Taehyung reassures but it goes through one ear and out the other. “Even if he does, does it matter? Yoongi knew and he’s keeping it a secret even after all this time.”

“He’s different, Taehyung.” Your tears had stained your cheeks, and you know you’re all cried out. “Jack is dangerous. He’s capable of being obsessive and petty. I know because he hired me to get back at his ex at her engagement party – and he's the one that broke up with her.”

“Then you’re never taking reservations from him again.” You turn to see Yoongi standing at the doorway with a frown. Was the door open the entire time? You looked at Taehyung accusingly. “He texted me to come over.” Yoongi explains closing the door and joining the two of you on the floor. He took out a tub of cookies n crème ice cream and handed it to you with a silver spoon. You didn’t hesitate in digging in feeling slightly better due to the sweet indulgence. “I didn’t know what you liked.” Yoongi says to Taehyung who waves him off saying he’s fine, but Yoongi pulls out a tub of vanilla ice cream offering it to Taehyung who happily accepts. Never would you think the two of them would get along, but it made you happy. “So, let’s come up with a plan.” Yoongi focuses on the problem at hand. Your smile falters but you know ignoring the problem would not make it go away. He takes a spoonful of his own tub before continuing, “There’s no guarantee he knows.” Taehyung nods. “There’s no guarantee he doesn’t.” Taehyung frowns. Of course, he was right. You both know that; it didn’t mean you liked to hear it. “So, if he doesn’t know. Great, nothing to worry about. But if he does? What does that mean and what can we do about it?”

Silence loomed over the room as you all think about the possibilities. “Best case scenario, he does nothing about it. I mean he’s the one that hired an escort in the first place. I can’t imagine that would be great for his reputation either.” Taehyung reasons.

“Worst case, he finds out about my family’s business and ruins their reputation because of their whore daughter.” You answered numbly making Yoongi and Taehyung frown.

“You’re not a whore, y/n.” Yoongi defends.

“Close enough.” You sigh dismissively.

“Y/n, you did nothing wrong.” Taehyung added.

“I was a selfish spoiled brat that risked everything my parents worked for what? Some deluded idea that I can make my own decisions and I can be someone else than who I was told to be? Look, where that got me? It was for my own good, but I thought it was not living. Is this any better? Living in anxiety that my entire world can crumble at the feet of an entitled privileged?”

Yoongi reaches out and rubs your back. “I know it's upsetting and terrifying but what's done is done. What can we do about it now?”

“He's right, y/n.” Taehyung joins Yoongi. “There's no point rehashing what's been done. Let's focus on what we can do if he were to hold it against you.”

“You're right; both of you.” You snapped yourself out of it wiping your tear-stained cheeks. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Before anything else, the question is: how far are you willing to go?”

“Whatever it takes.”

[a/n] posting once a week five times in a row is a new record for me :(: BUT it has to end bc i have my exams in two weeks so i have to study :( good news tho, once my exams are over i can post consistently for a while before my next sem starts next year in feb - hopefully this series will be done by then

in the meantime, let me know if these written chapters do anything for you guys or you could go without them. i personally like them bc it gives a deeper insight to the story but it does take a while to write them bc i get writer's block often and i don't think my writing is good enough to put stories into words. can't promise that it will make me consistent as i have a lot of personal issues but it will be a lot faster without it

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Mary’s puzzling portrait

Sometimes artist combined more than one portrait or got inspired by some, to create a better looking copy. 5 were used for this posthumous portrait of Mary.

I found 4 and I am the desperate for the last one. And here is why.

In this case I figured that 1st inspiration is portrait of Mary I(on left) held by Dulwich Picture Gallery. It has this green fabric behind her and is part of set done in 1618 to 1620 which originally showed 26 monarchs. Aside from finding that Henry VII’s portrait was mislabelled as Richard III already by then, it gives us no new information.

2nd inspiration and most notable is portrait of Elizabeth I as princess by William Scrots done in c.1545. It was inspiration for the background, but not the figure.

The dress, posture and jewelry of Catherine Parr’s portrait from National Trust Collection and the matching portrait of Parr in black dress were used as 3rd inpiration:

(You cannot see the details of jewelry on any picture of the black dress, which is why i don’t believe just that one was used.)

4th inspiration was portrait of Mary I from National Maritime Museum(on right)-but it is without picture on their webpage, so search on it on Artuk instead.

It gave us head and cross used as massive chest jewel. Howeever the issue here is don’t have a clue upon which portrait this one is based, because this too is a copy.

Well, cross with 3 pear shaped pears, and golden rose with pearl above it. I’ve seen something similiar to the red version of the cross in one of copies of portraits of Elizabeth, but idk if that was actual Tudor jewelry.

And it seems like that is it-we found all inspirations. Lots of effort and creativity was used in creating this one. It’s copy but it amused me greatly. Fooled me almost.

I started to even wonder if perhaps it was based upon some original done in 1540s, upon which Mary’s later head was added. Because some details are so well copied.

But there was actually a fifth inspiration and it keeps bugging me. Because of the girdle. It is so perfectly done! 10 smaller beads, then big ones made from stone called lapis lazuli(azurite). Ever since medieval times it was used to portray piety and it was very very rare and expensive. Many artist couldn’t afford to use it due its price and i have never seen anybody with jewelry with it in tudor times. However showcase of piety, rarity and wealth, would be exactly what I’d expect from Mary.

It fits excellently with Mary’s personality and also with Parr bringing trend of some unique girdles in 1540s(her by master john has tiny carved faces in it).

At end of girdle is a jewel showing St. Veronica holding the cloth with the image of Christ upon it-Veil of Veronica(holy relic). Which is bit ironic, because Mary’s greatest supporter was Charles V and his troops during sack of Rome stole Veil of Veronica(holy relic) and it was not seen since.

So I’d love to know, where the inspiration for that girdle came from. Tbh, I’d even be happy to see it recreated by somebody and used as part of costume for Mary. I’d actually think it was historically accurate/keeping with mentality of the day.

(I cannot say same about that cross on chest, it’d too huge.)

Unfortuntaley this painting is from c.1800, so I cannot ask its maker.

And I went through all royal portraits of Tudor women, and I can’t find it. But since he or she used 4 known royal portraits, it would be logical if 5th was also royal portrait. But i could find nothing. I have no idea where is this 5th inspiration. Nor who wore it. And imo it is too well-thought girdle to be completely made up.

I hope you’ve enjoyed it and if you know anything about this girdle then write to me please.

#historical portraits #Tudor History #Mary I Of England #mary tudor #posthumous portrait

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♛ EXTRA! by princess adelaide windsor

following in the footsteps of her father, prince james windsor, who recently released his tell-all book ‘SPARE’, three years after the family stepped down from their royal titles, the youngest princess is now telling her side of the story. although now a new york times best seller, the book is being criticized for it’s elaborate fabrications, out of place stories and general nature of entitlement. under the cut are some quotes from the book.

“gran-gran, who you may know as the queen (r.i.p girlie pop) had a corgi fetish, like, it was actually absurd. and anytime i slept at her house, those little wiener looking freakazoids would climb into my bed chambers and hump mr. giggleman mcgee, the stuffed sloth that i’ve had since i was a baby, gifted to me by my lovely godparents david and victoria...beckham, you’ve heard of them, right? anyway, one night, corgi #5 literally wouldn’t stop so i picked it up, carried it outside buckingham palace and let it go into the streets of london to fend for it’s weird, horny self. i helped make the missing puppy posters that the guards hung all over london, but i knew the truth. and i knew that no one fucked with mr. giggleman mcgee.” - chapter 4 ‘the corgis from hell vs. me and mr. giggleman mcgee - i always win.’

“i was devastated. i felt like my whole world was crashing down around me. it was like, totally worse than if they were to ever discontinue the shade jungle red at nars - they gave me an audi instead of a bugatti, when my dear cousin, little miss perfect charlotte, had gotten a bugatti for her sweet sixteen the year before. i knew right then and there that they hated me. so that’s why i drove it into the river thames - not because i was drunk, but because the car was super duper ugly." - adelaide windsor, chapter 6 ‘the not so sweet sixteen’

“it was a friday night at cirque le soir and i totally won’t blow up his spot and say names...so let’s just tall him gugh hrant, was quite literally looking at me like a panther looks at it’s prey. and i was just like obsessed much? so after i did some bumps off of the fingernail of a famous british model with fabulous eyebrows that was like bffs with karl lagerfeld, i won’t name names agian, so let’s call her dara celevigne, i followed him outside when he stepped out to smoke and let’s just say, this man had totally seen better days. it was a really pathetic time, he prob forgot to take his viagra, so i like closed my eyes and just pretended he was his character in notting hill. not everyone can say that they lost their v-card to gugh hrant outside of a pub in london, right?’ . - adelaide windsor, chapter 9 ‘v-card, swiped!’

“they were the most selfish little twits i’ve ever met in my life. who the hell has a twenty second anniversary vow renewal? apparently they do. as if their wedding wasn’t gaudy enough - not that i was there, but aunty cate certainly didn’t look as pretty as my mom did on her wedding day, her frown lines were already out in full force. i was like way too old to be a flower girl, but they insisted on making me one and they put me in this bridgerton looking bullshit that i literally couldn’t breathe in. like you know when you and your friends get held hostage on the coast of morocco on a pirate ship and they like, put a bag over your head and scream at you to give them all your money? that’s totally what this dress felt like. and the worst part? i had just gotten back from my tour of the arctic, so my nips were still completely frostbitten, but aunty cate and uncle willy didn’t care, they wouldn’t even reschedule and forced me to wear that dress that my nips were poking out of the entire time!” - adelaide windsor, chapter 11 ‘as cold as ice’

“after gran died i was like, extra sad-ish i guess. but i got to inherit so much of her fabulous jewelry because i was obviously her favorite. charlotte always thought she was the favorite but charlotte has also always been a dumb twit. after the funeral i was wearing one of the necklaces she gave me and charlotte was just like, totally jealous, so she attacked me and tried to rip the necklace off my neck! of course, she spun it and made it seem like i was fighting with her because she had been spotted on a date with the prince of greece who i literally dated when i was fifteen...like, sloppy seconds much? but that little bitch has always been jealous of me and always made me look like the crazy one. and that was the last day i ever spoke to her. she stuffs her bra, btw. pathetic, right? like, just get a boob job, you loser.” - adelaide windsor, chapter 14 'cousins by blood, enemies by choice’

'when my parents told me and my brothers that we were leaving and relinquishing our royal titles, i was fuming. i mean, nobody in the family pulls off a crown the way i do, so i got a little desperate. if i couldn’t be the princess of the uk, i was totally going to be the princess of something. so i started like, banging a bunch of royal dudes - saudi arabia, denmark, spain,japan, belgium, denmark again because he had a hotter older brother that just got divorced, i mean, you name it. i totally became the united nations of royal men. but then i realized, i don’t need a title to be royal, i’m literally the most perfect human ever. so i made the move, titles left behind, and i’ve made a name for myself here. sure, i’ve only been in a few t.v shows, but world domination is totally on the way. wait, you guys saw euphoria right? how good did my tits look in it? see! there was no lasting damage left behind from the frostbite incident!’ - adelaide windsor, chapter 18 'america and the beautiful....it’s me, i’m the beautiful.’

#adelaideheadcanons

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YOUR HIGHNESS

PAIRING: prince!ni-ki x princess!reader ft. sunoo & jungwon SUMMARY: marrying a man you had never met was one thing, but marrying a man you had never met just because your parents had an alliance with his parents was another WORD COUNT: 1056 WARNINGS: reader's parents are implied to not be v nice, angst (kind of?) & fluff, royalty au

NOTE: i've wanted to write a royalty au for so long 😭 i love them sm if u have any enha royalty aus pls send them my way i beg 🙏 this isn’t proof read so lmk if you spot any errors!!

a knock on your door signalled the dreaded arrival of your mother and her miserable attendant, likely followed by a number of maids and servants all lining up to see the dress you'd chosen to wear. it was a special day, after all. your first introduction to your betrothed was to take place in only a few hours.

you were dreading it.

you looked in the mirror one final time, smoothing over a few flyaway hairs with a gloved hand. there was another knock at the door, this time more impatient. "y/n," your mother called, "we're to be away in thirty minutes. hurry up, we don't want to keep the nishimuras waiting. punctuality is what makes the world go 'round." you took a deep breath, feelings of dread and annoyance mixing within you. marrying a man you had never met was one thing, but marrying a man you had never met just because your parents had an alliance with his parents was another.

you looked up at your attendant, who was looking at you from behind the mirror with a mildly frightened look on her face. "shall we?" you said, holding out your hand. she gave you a tight smile, leading you to the door.

your parents lectured you throughout the journey, telling you how to act to protect a marriage despite the fact that you didn't even want to marry this man the first place. you tried countless times to argue against it but to no avail. the single portrait you'd seen of the prince made him look stoic, and you couldn't imagine spending eternity with someone like that. unlike your parents, you wanted love, not an agreement.

the carriage you were in slowed to a halt, and the door was opened by a nice-looking boy with round cheeks. he helped both you and your mother down, smiling and saying, "welcome, your majesty," as he did. your mother, being as entitled as she was, pulled her hand away from him immediately, and dragged you away from him as well as you attempted to smile back. "sorry," you mouthed. he laughed good-naturedly.

the castle was huge and very, very old, or so you'd learned. the boy that had helped you out of the carriage was the prince's own attendant, sent by prince riki himself to ensure you'd had a safe journey. "my name is sunoo," he told you, "and i'll be helping you settle in, provided everything goes to plan." you smiled at him once more. "thank you, that's very kind." your mother turned around, probably to berate you for talking to 'the help', as she called them, when a man and woman appeared in front of you. whilst you hadn't been paying attention, sunoo had brought you to the throne room.

king nishimura was a tall man, with cropped black hair and striking features. his face was littered with frown lines and wrinkles, contrasting with the perfect crisp folds of his clothes. his wife was noticeably softer, still lean and likely tall but with gentler features and curled hair in a bun.

the two were introduced by an elegant man who stood to the king's right, before standing and gesturing to the boy sat on their left.

prince nishimura riki.

the prince was tall, taller than his father, with slender limbs and a serious look on his face. you gulped at the sight of him. was this terrifying man really the one you were to spend the rest of your life with?

after staring deep into your eyes and making you feel as if he were inspecting your soul, he smiled.

his face lit up, full lips stretching to form the warmest grin you had ever received. he stalked towards you, reaching out a hand and clasping your fingers in his. "my lady," he said in a smooth voice, "it is a pleasure to finally meet you. please allow me to give you a tour of the grounds while our parents discuss matters." you merely blinked, shocked. riki gave you a confused look and a small smile, leading you away from the other royalty in the room.

sunoo and another boy ('jungwon', he said his name was) followed the two of you out to the palace gardens. riki immediately led you to a rosebush, picking you a gorgeous red flower. he looked into your eyes as he passed it to you. "i know you don't want this. i can't really say i do, either, but i'm going to make this as comfortable for you as possible. if we're going to be together for the rest of our lives, i want to make sure you have the best life that i can give you." it was all you could do to not break down crying right there. the moment you'd been dreading for years had turned into one of comfort, away from the pain your parents caused you and the troubles that plagued both of your kingdoms. it was a moment between you and a boy, and nothing else.

"riki, i-" "you don't have to say anything. in fact, if you hate me, that's fine too. i mean, of course i'd prefer if you didn't despise me, but we don't-" "riki," you cut him off, laughing, "it's fine. i thought this would be awful, but you've made it... tolerable." riki laughed at your speech, "i'm glad i could make it tolerable for you, princess. now, allow me to show you the rest of the gardens."

"you know, riki," you looked up from where you were sat, watching riki wander through the orchard, "i think i might be happy here." sunoo and jungwon gasped from behind you and you could practically hear their smiles, while riki merely turned around. he walked back towards you, the setting sun behind him casting a glow across his body.

"i've been waiting hours to hear you say that. i'm sure our life together will be wonderful." he said. you smiled at him as he crouched in front of you. "i thought i was going to be terrified of you. i was so dead-set against this marriage that i didn't even entertain the thought that you might be as wonderful as you are."

he lifted your hand, taking the glove off and kissing it gently. "i cannot wait to marry you, princess."

NOTE: i was so excited to write this but its lowkey shit erm reblogs are appreciated!!

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Taste of Venom : The Ball

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I managed to slip in fairly unnoticed into the ornate party. Everyone was dressed in ball gowns or elaborate suits with equally baroque masks. Music played loudly and waiters went from table to table or person to person with food or drinks. Guards surrounded the perimeter making sure those who were guests to the house didn't wander off into the house.

I was sort of grateful people didn't immediately recognize me due to the masks so it gave me a second to grab a drink and think over Papa Legba's word. 'Half Alive.' How can someone be half alive? Were you hurt and almost dead? Where were you? Marthas words echoed in my head. She had found out I went to go see the 'witch woman' as she called them. She was busy cooking when I told her making her promise not to tell Negan. He wouldn't believe in it or worse would insist in coming. 'Don't believe in those witch woman. Nothing good comes from asking about the dark arts'. Her words fought with the words Papa said to me. I was so deep in thought that I jumped when I felt hands pan my waist.

"Where'd you go today?" Negan's voice whispered in my ear, the smell of perfume lingering on him. Seemed to happen a lot lately. He placed a small peck on my cheek and eyed what I was drinking. "I didn't see you at all today." Before I could lie I eyed his face through his mask. "You didn't go to the salon or Arianna's grave. The car says you went to brightmoore. Why?"

I turned to fully look at him "You're still tracking me?" I scoffed "I thought we were way past that."

"Theres nothing in brightmoore but fucking bums and fucking dealers. Your eyes aren't dilated and the shoes on your feet are worth more than those fucks have seen in their life. Why were you there?" He sighed "Talking with the witch women?" My eyes widened and he put up his hand so I wouldn't interrupt him. "I know you miss her, but it has been three fucking years, princess. I see your fucking life being paused because of her death. You said it yourself- shes dead, you know it and I know it. Let Shawn and Edward be lost in their fucking delusions and hopes - you and I know the truth. Its time you move on." He motioned around us. "I made this whole shit for you, enjoy it and enough with the fucking attitude." I rolled my eyes and he pinched my cheek under my mask. "Come on all your friends are here. I even got that bastard to let the little Russian out of the cage for you." I couldn't help but smile and he smirked at me, placing a quick kiss on my cheek.

"🌶I can't wait until we can kill him." I admitted looking around for her. He nodded and pushed me out into the party.

I sighed and moved around attempting to find Katya. It wasn't hard, even though she had been separated from me for about 2 years on and off - I recognized her blonde mop of hair despite being disguised by her baby pink mask. I threw my arms around her. "Kat!"

She hugged me back tightly wincing when I accident brushed against her ribs. Her eyes shot to V who was standing not to far away, watching. He was always watching. "How are you?" She asked, the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. "I missed you, I wish I could have went to breakfast this morning but-"

"Its okay." I brush it off "How are your sisters?" Katya's face always lit up when talking about her family. We stood there for a while chatting about her sisters and father, gently grazing the subject of children.

"He wants them." she sighed nursing her drink "He wants a big family..." she trailed off.

"Do you?"

She looked at me, then glanced at him and gave me a half-assed nod. "Its not like I can put it off for much longer. He always gets what he wants anyway." She looked up at the ceiling, the painted angels smiling down at her. "But then again - hearing how marcel is now... maybe it would have been the same if I stayed."

"Marcel would never hurt people he loves." I said matter of fact rubbing her back. She sighed and I looked at V, chatting with GD. "I can't say the same for him."

"What a fine man I married." She said under her breath.

"He's no man." I reminded her. "But he will get his day - very soon."

"Kat!" V called over a big smile on his face. As though trying to hide what he truly was from me. But I knew better. I grew up surrounded by monsters of different shapes and forms - hell, I even lived with one now and I was not blind to them. But I smiled back at him. "Happy birthday, kay! You look great!" I nodded at him "Can I just borrow my wife? I need to settle a bet with G."

"Sure." he took Katya by her hand and moved towards G and I moved toward the party. I mingled and danced and greeted and tried to enjoy myself but eventually I took a break in the hall. Retiring exhausted to the quiet library.

"Theres a man in the libabry." One of the guards said as I approached the wooden doors, carved with mythological figures. "Should I tell him to leave?" I thought for a moment opening the libabry door and a smile barely notable smile washed over me. I shook my head.

"I'm surprise you came." I sighed and he turned and let out a small sarcastic chuckle.

"Happy birthday." He said unenthusiasticly. "I want to talk."

"Fine." I huffed and turned to the guard. "Please make sure me and this asshole don't get interrupted for what 10 minutes."

"At least half an hour sunshine, just cause its your birthday doesn't mean we don't have to have a chat." I rolled my eyes and the guard nodded closing the door behind us.

I waited until I heard the guards moving away and I locked the door. Before turning and seeing his grimace turn into a smile. He held out his hands and I ran to him, jumping onto him and wrapping my arms around his neck. I pressed my forehead to his. "What are you doing here? I wasn't supposed to see you until tomorrow. Is did you bring Robin here too?"

"I missed you too, sunshine." He said pressing his lips to mine. "Happy Birthday." I smiled into his kiss and pressed me closer to him. "I did bring him and I told him he better stay." I sighed and untangled myself from him. Since you went missing - Robin and I had a bit of a rift. J being the cause of it - he wanted his children back with him with the promise of him helping us find you. I refused and Robin didn't - now Lloyd was practically the only bridge I had to my brother. Which brought us closer as well until a couple months Aho it crossed a line and it was still crossing that line. "I'm sorry, baby doll." He said and I nod, shrugging and sitting on the couch. "Is thats what was bothering you?" he asked "I noticed you earlier."

"No I had ... another dream." I sigh placing my mask on the table and playing with the fabric of my dress. "Adi is dead, her body is lost in the ocean and no one wants to hear it." He nodded. "Everyone argued with me this morning when I told them. No one except Makayla believed me. It was weird - Robin always believed me but not having him around..." He repeated that he believed me. I gave him a weak smile. "But now I don't have him anymore and he believes shes still alive. You know the fight made me do something- stupid today." He placed his arm around me, playing with the curls of my hair. "I went to brightmoore."

"Wait a minute... what did you just say?" He removed his hand from my hair and fully turned to me. His big blue eyes digging into mine and I thought about Papa for a moment. "You went to those women? Alone?" I nodded not looking at him. "What the hell? You know how dangerous that is, Kay. Why didn't you tell me? They rarely do things looking out for you. I told you I knew a few people."

"I don'r have time for that." I sighed. "I need to know if she is alive, I'm sick and tired of not having my brother to my friends or my sanity because of a hit some asshole put on her! We are no closer to getting answers then we were 3 years ago when she goes missing!" I kick at the table and he puts his arm around me again. I rested my head on his chest.

After a few moments I heard voices out in the hallway and shifted. He stood up, helping me up and we both put on our masks. "Thank you for coming." I smiled and he looked down at me with a smile.

"I wouldn't miss it." he smiled and I placed a small kiss on his lips before playfully pulling away and unlocking the door. "Always nice to chat Mr. Hansen." I saw pretending to hate him agin.

"You too, sunshine. Enjoy your birthday."

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|| Bliss ||

Description: What happens when a spoiled and disgraced Princess is handed off to an ex-Winter Soldier as a strategy for the royal family to be rid of her and ensure the Soldier's loyalty to them at the same time?

Pairing: Dark Ex-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Brat Princess!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier arc. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, arranged marriage, Brat!Reader, Brat Tamer!Bucky, stockholm syndrome, house wife kink, breeding kink, p-in-v sex, doggy style, degradation, power imbalance, spanking, hair pulling, slight nipple play.

Note: Thank you so much for the love that you all gave this story. Feedback that isn't straight up hate is always much appreciated 🩷

STORY MASTERLIST

James entered the cottage that he'd built for his wife -then just a desire- and himself away from the hassles of the city centre and all his workers in the Estate that the King had gifted him. His pride would never have allowed him to live with her in a house that wasn't truly his.

Theirs.

She might have been a Princess in her previous life but now she was his wife above anything. And so she was to obey all his decisions and take whatever he allowed her with gratitude.

Besides, he loved to watch the once proud and oh-so-fancy little former Princess of his struggle with basic daily life tasks and chores around their cottage since he was the bread runner and took care of the outdoor activities. Punishing her each time she messed up because he deserved better than a clumsy little careless wife who couldn't even properly care for her husband who worked so hard was the fun side of it.

She was his little outlet to take his frustrations out on.

"OhmyGod, hubby, you scared me!" Y/n almost shrieked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, using the name he demanded she call him by. One that she initially had been reluctant to use. But now, after much training it effortlessly rolled off her tongue by habit. Her pretty eyes that James loved to stare into while fucking the daylights out of his wife were carefully fixed on the recipe book as she finalized dinner, whining and trying to wiggle away when he pressed his hard cock between her ass cheeks.

He had been in a mood since this morning.

"How many times have I told you that you don't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you so long as you're under my wing, sweets?" James pressed soft kisses up her shoulder and into the junction of her neck, making her jump up from the scratch of his short stubble that created a ticklish effect. "I am the only one who can truly protect you and I always will."

"Jaaaaames~!" Y/n pouted and whined when the kisses that followed his words turned more demanding, teeth nibbling at the marked skin of her neck. "Pleeeease! I cannot concentrate this way! I will mess it uuuuup!" She struggled to make sense of the final lines of the recipe.

"Tsk, you've one job. And you can't even do that properly, Mrs. Barnes?" His hands desperately groped and grabbed everywhere they could under her dress. "Now don't go off misbehaving like a bad wife, you know very well what happens to them." James warned in a darker tone, pushing the upper half of her body over the counter. "Just be a good girl and perform your wifely duties honestly like I do my husbandly ones."

"But oh my God, hubby~" the Princess whined and scrunched her nose up, trying to move away from his sweaty and dusty body that contained a whole day's worth of field filth. "You stink!" The man only snickered in response to her grimace. "You need a shower!"

"What use do I have for a shower when I've a pristine little wife that I can just wipe myself clean with?" Y/n whined again at his words. She had always insulted him about how he smelt of blood and dirt, so now he made it a point of rubbing it all on her clean little Princess body every time he got home from work.

"Don't be meeeean~" she pouted, feeling him push her dress up to her waist. The warmth that James had familiarized her with started to form and settle between her hips. "I do not fancy smelling like military outposts and training grounds!" Her protests were adorable to him for he did not pay them much heed, taking them as an invitation to go even further.

"Too bad you still have to bend over and gratefully take everything your husband gives you" his eyes fluttered close as he inhaled her scent. She smelled so good. A refreshing change from the harshness of the field at the end of the day. An escape. A paradise. "Don't you like smelling like your husband, hm?"

The girl gulped at his tone and bit her lip, voice mum. "I- I do…"

"Good girl."

Mrs. Barnes gasped as she gripped the edges of the kitchen counter for support as her needy husband aligned himself against her entrance with ease since she wasn't allowed to wear her undergarments inside the house. On some occasions such as days when James was extra stressed about work the girl wouldn't even be allowed her housewife dresses, an apron the only exception inside the kitchen for safety purposes.

"Hubby~" Y/n gasped out a moan when he pushed in, biting her lips as her body tried to collapse on the counter. Were it not for the warning slap that dropped on one of her ass cheeks, she would have.

"Get to work, it's been a long day. Dinner will be on time," pulling her head back by her hair, the man pressed his lips against her ears, "or else."

"Y- Yes, hubby" her head was only released when she managed to whimpered out a response, hurriedly going back to resume her work of stirring and adding the final ingredients while her body rocked back and forth from the powerful thrusts. Mr. Barnes bit his lip as he slapped her ass that he loved so much again and again with each thrust. "Oh, Hubby, oh!" The girl cried out when she almost added salt to the already finalized gravy by accident, trying to finish her work but her husband was fucking her just so good. A true master at hitting all the right spots, he was squeezing her tits that were flying back and forth so good, the occasional spanks and praises igniting her whole body up.

As great as it all was, it also caused her head to get foggy and thoughts to scramble. Which was making the task at hand near impossible to complete.

James smirked as he watched her hang and freeze under him. "Oh dear, have I fucked you dumb already, huh?" His words made her choke his cock tighter between her walls.

He loved to watch her struggle. Even better when she was also afraid.

"You're such a dirty slut, Mrs. Barnes" the man was near and so was his wife, he could tell by how she was clenching around him. "For how mighty you used to act, you sure love being put in your humiliating little place, huh?" Flicking one of her nipples, he bit a hickey and caused her back to arch as she loudly moaned. "Huh?" It was a question.

"I do, I do, I do!" The Princess sobbed with pleasure. "Please, please, hubby! Please, needa cum!" It was another horror if she did so without his permission.

"Do you deserve it?"

"Yes! Please! Yes! Promise been good!" Y/n killed the stove with a sigh of relief when the meal finally reached the perfect condition, her legs trembling. The punishments that had followed all the times when she had messed up the dinner during after work fucks like these were fresh in her mind. "Been good!" It was the distortion in her language that made him cum so hard everytime.

Distortion that he caused.

"Go ahead then, cum." The Princess moaned loudly as she bent over the counter, her eyes shutting tight as her climax crashed over her, leaving her with nothing but a fucked out brain and ringing years.

"You know, Y/n," James rarely ever called her by her actual name, always resorting to pet names or the name she was ascribed on their wedding way, the only exceptions being either when he was serious or she was in trouble. "I can't wait to have this cozy home of ours filled with our little kids running about." He started to empty his load into her, fucking his orgasm into and up her cavern as he bent over her form from behind. "And you waddling after them, swollen with their unborn siblings."

"Me too, hubby." Mrs. Barnes panted out, turning her head sideways to face him and pressing her lips against his exhaustedly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

This was definitely bliss at last.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Mommy, Sorry, Mommy

Natasha Romanoff x plus size reader

Sleep deprivation and a very attractive assassin do not mix

Warnings: sleep deprivation, implied smut, mommy kink, d/s dynamics, crack fic

A/N: Take this poll to help me rewrite the MCU!

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Your brain felt like TV static to say the least. The math on the whiteboard in front of you had become some kind of hieroglyph about an hour ago but you were still downing energy drink after energy drink in some vain attempt to get the symbols to make sense.

Bruce was dead asleep at the desk next to you as Scott and Tony were arguing about god knows what. The team had found a mysterious compound in the safe of an arm’s dealer in Russia a few days before, so naturally, the smartest people they could think of, were gathered together to figure out what it was.

As the Avenger’s leading virologist, you were first on the list. Now, three days later, you weren’t any closer to figuring out what it was. You only knew that you hadn’t yet hit your body’s limit for caffeine. The neon blue liquid seemed to taunt you as it sat in the triple reinforced glass case next to the whiteboard.

“Can’t we call Dr Strange to help us out?” Your head lolled to glare at Tony as you downed the last of the fluorescent green drink, throwing the empty can into the overflowing trash in the corner of the room. “Because!” He shouted back. “Because what?!” You hissed, pushing the black frames of your glasses back up your nose.

“Because he called me a ripoff batman. So I will not be indulging that behaviour anymore.” “Jesus Christ.” Just as you were about to berate the billionaire, you saw the glass doors of the lab slide open in your peripheral vision. And in walked the single most beautiful creature that has ever existed. Natasha Romanoff.

When you first joined the Avengers, she had immediately taken you in, smothering you with gifts and girls nights with Wanda. She was sweet and thoughtful, and by far the most amazing person you had ever met. It had been too easy to fall completely in love with the Black Widow, and fall you did.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at her. The blood red satin dress was practically a second skin, clinging to her smooth curves and billowing around her as she moved. A double slit exposed both her long pale legs and the deep v-cut gave a hint of cleavage. High black heels and red lips completed the look.

Whatever thoughts you had left in your brain after the copious amounts of energy drink you had ingested and the almost 72 hours without sleep, immediately left your mind as the former assassin turned her gaze on you, giving you a smile that sent a shiver down your spine. She gracefully crossed the messy room, coming to stand in front of you.

“When was the last time you ate, princess?” The look of concern that marred her beautiful face was enough to make you melt. “Dunno mommy.” You froze, your entire body going ramrod straight as you realised what you said. “I mean mommy. No, mommy. Mommy. Oh fuck.” You buried your face in your hands. “I’m sorry.”

Instead of the disgusted scoff you expected from calling the woman of your dreams a very suggestive moniker, one that you had fantasised about calling her before, a manicured hand cupped your chubby cheek to bring your gaze back up to meet her striking green eyes, which were sparkling with joy and dare you say it, lust. Her thumb gently stroked the apple of your cheek as she gazed down at you, a single strand of her red hair hanging down over her face, having fallen from the complicated updo she put her hair in.

“You really need to take care of yourself, little one. When I get back from this mission, I expect you in my bed having showered and eaten a proper meal. Then I’m going to take real good care of you.” The dominance in Natasha’s tone made your shoulders fall in submission. “Am I understood?” “Yes.” You whimpered.

Her hand tightened around your face. “Yes what?” She cooed, not breaking eye contact with you. “Yes mommy.” “Good girl.” Leaning down, she pressed a light kiss to your forehead, which made your insides flutter with happiness. “My good girl.” She whispered as she pulled her hand away, not missing the way you whined when she withdrew her touch.

Without another word, she glided back out of the room, sending you a wink before she turned the corner and disappeared out of sight.

Scott’s mouth was hanging open so wide, it looked like his jaw was about to fall off, and Tony looked like he was either going to faint or throw a tantrum. Bruce, of course, was still asleep. You shakily stood from your stool, attempting to straighten yourself out but having no success with the way your hands were trembling. “I think, um yeah. I’m just gonna-“

That was all you could stammer out before you sprinted from the room, tripping over your own feet in your hurry to follow her orders.

The two men remained in place, thoroughly confused as to what just happened. “What’d I miss?” Bruce asked blearily as his head rose from the table, drool still clinging to the side of his face. “I have no fucking clue.” Tony responded.

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starshine-hockey-girl · 2 years

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Sweet, Sweet Fantasy- Never Ever Have I Chapter Seventeen

Summary: Sidney finally takes Evie on the shopping spree he gave her for her birthday.

Word Count - 3.5K

Warning- ummmm, fluff and absolute smut

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Evie stood nervously in the waiting area and looked at Sidney. "Why am I nervous?”, she asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. She walked over to him and rested her forehead on his chest.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he kissed the top of her head. “You’re nervous because I am about to spoil you ridiculously. I want no arguments, okay Princess?” Evie blushed and squeezed him tight. “I think that the words you are looking for are ‘Yes, Mr. Crosby’,” Sidney laughed and playfully swatted her bottom.

"Evie? Evie Montgomery?", the petite blonde called as she walked into the waiting area. She stuck out her hand, "I'm Kelly, your personal stylist. Are you ready to have some fun?"

Evie smiled, "Hi. I am Evie. This is my boyfriend, Sidney. Can he stay? I want his opinion."

Kelly smiled at Sidney, "Absolutely! It’s always good to get the male perspective. Let's get started. Follow me." Kelly led them to a luxurious dressing room. Racks of clothes stood at the side. A row of shoes was placed along the wall. She pointed to the comfortable chairs and looked at her notes. "Let's see. You will be doing some traveling this summer. Germany, Las Vegas and ummm, Cole Harbour? I am not familiar with Cole Harbour. What is the vibe there?"

Evie glanced at Sidney and laughed, "Cole Harbour is pretty casual, right? I think anything that we choose for Germany would work there." Sidney nodded his head in agreement.

"Okay, so I see that you are interested in casual clothes for sightseeing. You want some dresses for date nights in Germany/Cole Harbour? In Vegas, you need a dress for a formal event that will be televised. Is that right?" Kelly questioned.

“Yes, we will be attending the NHL awards. Sidney is nominated for an award and I will be his date,” Evie explained. She grinned at Sidney who rolled his eyes.

"So we have a busy day ahead of us. What do you want to focus on first?" Kelly asked.

"Let’s get Germany/Cole Harbour and then Vegas," Evie answered quickly, "It's the one I am nervous about."

"You're nervous? Why?" Sidney questioned.

"There will be press there and paparazzi," she said softly. "I don't want to embarrass you."

Sidney kissed her hand, “You could not possibly embarrass me. Everyone will be talking about ‘how did Crosby snag that gorgeous woman?’ ” Evie blushed. “I know that the group chats were on fire after the All Star game,” he continued, “You have nothing to worry about, Evie. You would look gorgeous in anything.” He pulled her towards him for a gentle kiss.

Kelly smiled at the two love birds and said, "I have some options ready for you. Let's start with casual. Try them all and separate them into yes, no and maybe sections."

Evie walked to where Kelly stood and looked back at Sidney. Sidney pulled out his phone and relaxed in the comfortable chair. Kelly left the dressing room and Evie stripped down to her bra and panties. Sidney let out a low growl. Evie grinned and shook her ass. She picked the first outfit and put it on her body.

It was a black jumpsuit with a ruffled V neckline and matching back. It grazed her ankle. "What do you think, Beso?", she asked.

Sidney looked up from his phone. "I like the ruffle part. It would look good with your hair up in that messy thing you do," he answered.

"So should I put it in the maybe section?", she asked.

"I think it is a keeper. Put it in the yes section," he answered.

She moved onto the black linen pants and denim button up blouse, tied at the waist. Sidney scrunched his nose. "You don't like it? It's comfortable," she asked quietly.

"It makes you look older," he responded, "I am pretty sure my mom has something similar."

Evie put the outfit in the no section.

She selected the white linen wide legged trouser and fitted black racer back tank. When she turned around, she was met with an enthusiastic thumbs up from Sidney. "Yes-much better. Same concept but much sexier," he said as his eyes lingered over her chest. Evie undressed then took her yes/no selections to Kelly. There was a brief discussion of likes/dislikes. Kelly quickly returned with an armful of additional selections. Thirty minutes later, Evie had selected ten casual dresses with another five combinations of pants/tops.

Evie sat on Sidney's lap as Kelly pulled the date night selections based on Evie's feedback. "Having fun?",he asked as he kissed her shoulder. She hummed softly and looked into his eyes before she nodded her head yes. "I'm glad," he kissed her as Kelly knocked on the door Sidney and Evie continued their kiss. She silently hung the selection of date night dresses and walked out. "More dresses, Princess," he said as he broke the kiss.

She blushed as she walked to the first dress. "You are not very helpful in making decisions, Beso," she joked, "You have said yes to everything so far."

"It's not my fault that you look great in everything" he joked, "I said no to the mom outfit. I mean you looked like a MILF but still very mom vibes."

Evie put on an emerald green cocktail length satin shirt dress with dolman sleeves, gathered at the waist to accentuate her curves. She looked at the reflection of Sidney's face in the mirror. His expression was unreadable but the look in his eyes was unmistakable. Evie placed her hands on the back part of her hips and waited. He simply nodded his head up and down.

Each dress got progressively sexier. By the time she got to the black sheath dress with the back covered in black sheer fabric, Sidney lost his composure. "That's too revealing, Evie," he said softly.

"I am covered in cloth," she retorted.

"Sheer cloth on the back and black crepe that hugs every one of your curves, Evie," he rebutted.

She turned to face him and batted her eyes, “It’s pretty though, right? It’s sexy but still classy.”

Sidney sighed and conceded defeat, "Put in the yes section.” She did a little victory dance as they settled on the tenth date night dress.

Kelly then brought in the Vegas selections. Evie groaned as she put on the first dress. It was a black column dress with a sheer neckline with cap sleeves. She smoothed it down and turned to Sidney. "What do you think?" He paused as she turned around slowly.

"It looks timeless, maybe a little vintage," he said finally.

"I know. I think it is great for charity dinner but I don't get Vegas vibes from it," she said as she walked over to him.

"You look elegant and refined," he countered.

"Is that what you want? Elegant and refined?" she asked, “Is that how you want me to look when you introduce me to the world?”

They stared at each other for a moment. "What do you want, Beso?"

"You," he whispered.

"Do you like the dress?" she asked quietly.

He furrowed his brow, "Yes, but you are right. It doesn't have a Vegas vibe." He took her hand and kissed it. She bent down and kissed the top of his head. He snaked his hand through her hair and pulled her mouth to his. "You're gorgeous, Evie Rose- so fucking gorgeous." She smiled and kissed his mouth in a languid, tender kiss.

She stood up and put her hands on her hips, "Then I think you're really going to like the next one." He adjusted himself in the chair and studied his phone. She cleared her throat when she turned around in the body hugging, emerald green matte satin gown. The spaghetti straps accentuated her shoulder while the low V neckline emphasized her cleavage. Sid swallowed slowly and rubbed his thighs. He leaned forward and did the twirl motion with his finger. She turned slowly, revealing the straps that criss crossed her back and the low drape of fabric that ended just above her tailbone. The satin hugged her bottom suggestively. She looked over her shoulder to Sidney shaking his head from side to side. "No?" she asked.

"No-absolutely not," he huffed, "Fuck no, Evie."

"I don’t think it’s too sexy. Is it too much with the train? Will it be an issue on the red carpet?" she asked as she examined her reflection on the mirror.

"Evie, you can see your panties," he challenged.

"You mean panty lines?" she twisted to check.

"No, the top of your panties in the back," he said in disbelief, "that is how low the back is."

"I guess I will need to go commando then," she joked. His eyes scanned her body and imagined her in the dress with nothing underneath. She felt his stare and her nipples hardened. He stood up and ran his finger along her spine while they made eye contact in the mirror. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?",she feigned innocence.

"That 'Please Daddy, buy me the slutty dress' look." He whispered as he pulled her back into his body. "Take it off," he instructed.

"Yes Sir," she whispered while she maintained eye contact in the mirror. She slid the straps off of her shoulders and allowed the dress to fall off her body. She stepped out of the dress, covered her breasts with her arm then turned to face him. She stood in her black lace panties and wiggled her hips. "By the way, that was my 'Please Mr.Crosby, buy me the fuck me dress' look." She taunted as she pressed her chest into his.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Princess," he warned.

"So just to clarify, it is a no on the green dress for the awards, right?" Her lips ghosted over his chest. With a playful shove, she pushed him back. He walked back and plopped into the chair.

She walked to the rack and she moved the hangers until she came across another possibility. It was green which she knew was Sidney’s preference. It was short on the side with the slit but the asymmetrical hem went down to her knee on the other side. The slit on the thigh was revealing but there was no danger of an accidental coochie flash. The off the shoulder neckline and sequin fabric elevated the simple dress into a Vegas vibe.

Sidney watched her closely. She was lost in her thoughts and completely unaware of the effect she had on him. He smiled as she held up the dress to examine it. Her facial expression went from questioning to convinced in the blink of an eye. She turned away from him and stepped into the dress. He stood up and silently assisted her with the zipper. He kissed her shoulders and stared at her reflection. He stood back and she smoothed the dress. Her eyes searched for him in the mirror and he smiled.

"Yeah?",she asked with a hopeful tone. She had fallen in love with the way the dress hugged her curves.

"Oh yes," he nodded, "It's perfect."

"Really?", she whispered as she watched his eyes roam her body.

"Perfect mix- elegant but sexy," he said as his hands grabbed her waist.

"How sexy?", she teased as she wiggled her ass into his crotch.

"So damn sexy." He started walking her toward the mirror. She gasped as he began hiking her dress up. His hands circled around her waist and slid into her panties.

She moaned quietly, "Beso."

"Who?"! he whispered firmly. His lust-filled gaze met hers in the mirror reflection.

“Mr. Crosby,” she corrected herself.

“Much better Princess,” he said as his mouth made contact with her neck.

Her eyes fluttered as his fingers ran up and down her folds. She moaned again as she braced herself against the mirror. Sidney’s fingers moved slowly and methodically. Evie struggled to remember if the door to the dressing room was locked. "What are you going to do, Sir?", she asked quietly as she pondered the very real possibility that she was about to get railed in a dressing room. It was like a scene straight out of “Letter to Penthouse Forum”. A finger slid into her. "Sir, what are you going to do to me?",she asked breathlessly.

"Whatever the fuck I want to do, Princess," he said firmly as he began to pump his finger.

"And what is that, Mr. Crosby?" She groaned louder than she realized. Both of their heads swiveled to the door.

"I am going fuck you until you fucking beg for mercy," he grunted.

"Right here?" Her mind raced with the tantalizing taboo of it all.

"Right here, Princess," he pulled her closer, "right fucking here, right now."

He pushed the dress over her ass as she steadied herself on her feet. The sound of the lace panties being ripped from her body echoed. She turned her head and Sidney smirked.

There was a soft knock on the dressing room and they stared at the door in unison. "Hold on, Princess," he whispered into her ear, "I mean it. Do not move a muscle." He put the torn panties in his pocket, casually walked to the door and opened it just enough to poke his upper body through.

"Just checking on how things are going," Kelly asked expectantly. She did the mental calculation of everything inside the room. If they purchased just half of the designer clothes she had offered, her rent would be paid for two months.

"We are wrapping up with the try-ons. Can you give us some time to discuss our selections?"’ he smiled brightly.

"Oh of course," Kelly replied brightly and started to turn away. Evie strained to the conversation, but felt confident that Sidney was literally buying time to fuck her into ecstasy. Mr. Crosby was resourceful when it came to insatiable need for sex with his Princess.

"Kelly, can you do me a huge favor? We will need some lingerie as well. You can use your best judgment. I prefer green because it makes Evie’s eyes pop, but whatever you have that you think will accentuate Evie's body. Let's say ten outfits?", Sidney politely inquired. She nodded her in a mixture of disbelief and appreciation. "Oh and we need one pair of panties brought to us," he added, "It seems as if Evie's period started early."

"Yes, I will leave on the doorknob, Mr. Crosby," she smiled.

Evie's jaw dropped and she fought the urge to move as Sidney moved back to her. "Started my period?",she asked, "That's not embarrassing at all."

"I could have said 'She soaked them like the little slut she is' but I didn’t," he mocked. There was a flash in Evie's eyes. He spoke softer, "Only a slut for me. You are a good girl. Aren't you a good girl, Evie? Say it Evie."

"Say what? Say that I will be the fall guy because you ripped my panties off my body?" She gasped as he spread her legs with his thigh. She heard the sound of his zipper and felt the fabric of his jeans slide down. His erection pressed against her bottom.

"Funny, Princess, keep talking that smack,” he warned. He moaned into her ear as he rocked his hips against her, “Say what you want me to do to you.”

"Fuck me," she bit her lip, "Fuck me Mr. Crosby”, her face pressed against the mirror.

"Here we go, Princess," he growled as he thrust into her. "Fuckkkkkkk," he panted as he gripped her hips and pulled them closer to him. Evie bit her lip to keep herself quiet. "Good girl, Evie. You take me so deep," he panted in her ear. His hand wrapped her waist and slid between legs.

She yelped as he made contact with her clit. His eyes shot her a warning look. "I can't help it. It feels too good to be quiet," she whispered.

"Do you need a gag?", he half-joked. Gags had firmly remained on the yellow list of Evie's play limits. When she didn't immediately respond, he seized the opportunity. He retrieved her torn panties and held them up. His thrusts had stopped and Evie felt herself throb in desire.

She eyed the panties and then eyed Sidney. "Yes, give it to me," she whined. She grabbed it from his hand and put the panties in her mouth. Evie did a quick check to make sure she could still breathe before she looked back and nodded her head. Sidney smiled and began thrusting hard and fast again. The muffled sound of Evie's grunts and groans mixed with the sound of their bodies coming together.

Sidney looked down in amazement. Every time they played, a part of him was suspended in disbelief. This woman, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, offered her body willingly to his desires. Together they rode the waves of pleasure until Evie came crashing down in mind-blowing pleasure. Her legs shook as he pushed her up and over her peak again. "One more, Princess. Give me one more orgasm," he instructed. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth. She spit out the gag and began sucking his fingers. "Fuck Princess- that's so good. Suck me," he whispered- almost unable to control himself. As they finished together Sidney showered her praise. "Yes, my princess. Nobody fucks me better than you," he praised.

Evie silently allowed Sidney to take the dress off of her body. He placed it on the rack before guiding her back to the chair. She looked up at him as she used the Kleenex to clean her thighs and dripping sex. She placed her hand on his cheek and he tilted his head into her caress. They exchanged a look and she smiled, "Beso, come here.” He squatted between her legs and kissed her abdomen. She ran her fingers through his curls. “Did you have this in mind when you gave me the shopping spree for my birthday?” she asked, “Was it a fantasy you had?” He nodded as he kissed his way across her breasts and up her neck. “Did I fulfill your fantasy?” she laughed as he showered her face with kisses.

“It was better than the fantasy,” he said as he nibbled her ears, “I can’t believe you did the gag.”

“Me either,” she teased, “Don’t think it will become a regular thing, though.”

“I will live off the memory of the one time for the rest of my life,” he kissed her softly.

“I should get dressed,” she pushed against his chest.

“But I don’t want you to get dressed. I like naked Evie,” he playfully pouted.

“I can get dressed now and strip when we get home……. in the playroom,” she replied,

“Get dressed,” he commanded with a smile.

“I need the replacement panties,” she giggled, “Do I need to fake some cramps on the way out?” Sidney rolled his eyes as he finished zipping and walked to the dressing room door to retrieve the panties.

“These are nice,” he handed them to her.

She took them and shimmied into them, “Thank you Mr. Crosby. Try not to rip them off of me until we get home.”

Sidney cracked up, “I will try to restrain myself, Evie Rose.” She put on the rest of her clothes and stretched her arms. “Ready to go, Princess?”, he asked as he grabbed her hand. He guided her out of the dressing room, back into the waiting area. Kelly appeared from around the corner. “I think that we have all of our choices made now. Were you able to find the lingerie?”,Sidney asked as Evie shamelessly stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Yes, I think you will like them,” Kelly answered.

Sidney looked back at Evie, “Did you really like the mom outfit?”

Evie kissed his back and nodded her head yes, “I did. It was really comfortable.”

Sidney turned back to Kelly, “I guess we are taking everything then. Can you have it delivered to the address on file?”

Evie’s head popped in surprise. She had deliberately not looked at price tags while she tried things on, but she knew that some of the dresses were high end designers. Her heart raced when she thought of the money he was about to spend. Sidney looked back and shook his head slightly. She bit her lip and rested her forehead on his back.

Kelly looked equally surprised. “You want all of the selections, plus the lingerie, shoes and accessories.”

Sidney nodded, “Yes, it is her belated birthday gift.” A few minutes later, Kelly presented the itemized bill with a total of nearly fifty thousand dollars. Evie stood on tiptoes to get a peak and gasped. “Princess, what did I say about arguing?”,he said as he wrapped his arm around his back and pulled her in front of him.

“I’m walking away before I get in trouble,” she yelped as he spun her around. He swatted her behind as she walked away.

“Kelly, thank you so much for your assistance today. I especially appreciate you getting that item right away,” Sidney smiled as he placed the hundred dollar bills in her hand. “We’ll be back for some winter clothes, right Evie?” he commented as Evie blushed.

They walked in silence to the car. Sidney had his hand wrapped around her waist. When they got into his Range Rover, Evie let out a long sigh.

“What Evie?” he asked quietly.

“I’m not arguing about how much you spent spoiling me,” she blurted out, “but it makes me sad to think that I can never spoil you like you spoil me.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said softly. She glanced up at him. He smiled softly at her, “You spoil me in every way. No one has ever spoiled me as much as you do with your love everyday. You made one of my biggest fantasies come to life today. It was better than I imagined. No more feeling sad, okay?”

“Got any more of the fantasies you need to tell me about, Beso?”,she leaned forward to kiss him.

“Well, we haven’t done the car sex fantasy yet,” he returned her kiss, “Making out in a parking lot doesn’t count, Evie.”

Evie pushed herself over the console and onto his lap. “Well, I guess this will just be Fantasy Friday for us, huh?”

“See you spoil me, Evie” he moaned as she grinded into his crotch, “You spoil me too much.”

“Just don’t rip the panties this time, got it?” she answered.

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hongjoongscafe · 3 years

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Punishment

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Pairing: Hongjoong×reader (grace)

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: he is jealous.

Warnings: degradation, name-calling, orgasm denial, face slapping(only once), pussy spanking, spanking, choking, a little bit touchy-touchy and nudity in the car, aftercare. (If there is something else, lemme know!) I AM NO PROFESSIONAL IN WRITING SMUT!

Word count: 2.6k+

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After the release of their recent album, ATEEZ decided to plan a dinner night. They invited all of their friends and families.

Hongjoong was excited for this night. His long-term girlfriend was going to be there with him. Everyone knew about her but he preferred not to bring her to their gatherings and all. Being an overprotective and jealous boyfriend, he kept her protected under his watch.

Although, this was an important night for all of them and they wanted to share it with each other and their loved ones. Grace was so supportive. She never grumbled about not being able to go to their fun nights because Hongjoong was jealous little shit.

Finally, he is taking her because he wants her to stand next to him, holding his arm. He wants to share his happiness with the love of his life.

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It was The Night.

Hongjoong was dressed in a black tuxedo along with his Gucci loafers. His silky black hair was nicely parted from the side and was perfectly gelled backward, showing off his perfect forehead.

He took permission to go back home and to pick his date up. He was so excited to meet her.

Hongjoong parked his car in front of their home and rang the bell. After a few seconds, his Princess opened the door, looking like the hottest lady alive. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her black deep V-neck full-length dress. She twirled and showed off her messy bun and the backless back. A simple chain was attached on both ends of her shoulder and another chain was hanging, holding a long crystal that ended at the dip of the back, giving a very elegant and sexy look.

"You are so gorgeous," Hongjoong pulled her closer to him and slid his right hand on her hip, grabbing her butt, gently. The other hand caressed her cheek.

"Says the one who snatches all the attention to himself without even trying," she fixed his tie and dusted off the dust that was not there.

"I don't want to take you there, to be honest," he mumbled.

"Why?" She looked him in the eyes. "Am I not looking good enough?"

He chuckled. "Silly, you look so good that I don't want anybody to look at you… you are mine and only I can stare at you. No other men are allowed." He pecked her lips softly, trying not to mess up her lipstick.

"Are you jealous already?" She smirked.

"If it's you, then my jealousy is justified, babe," he tightened his grip.

"We are gonna get late, Joongie," she wiggled out of his grip and walked past him, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Fucking tease," he said under breath and hopped in the car, and drove to the venue.

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The outside of the venue was filled up with the media and paparazzi. All of them trying to get some nice pictures. They posed for the cameras. Hongjoong possessively held Grace's waist.

Yunho was waiting for them at the front porch. "Look at you! You look so beautiful! But this grumpy man is the only defect here," Yunho laughed.

"Back off, Yunho. She is taken by the very said grumpy man," Hongjoong butted in.

"Thank you, Yuyu. It means a lot. And ignore the grumpy man," she hugged Yunho.

Strike one.

Wooyoung and San saw them and made their way there. They both looked classy. Smiling widely, they greeted them.

"Hey, you guys. Look at you both! Hongjoong hyung, can you please move aside a bit?... A little more… more… more… Ah, perfect! Now, this is perfect," Wooyoung said after removing Hongjoong from her side… completely.

"Right! You look fabulous, my lady," San passed his signature dimple smile. He took her hand and gave a sweet peck on the knuckles.

"You guys are never gonna stop teasing him. Huh?" Grace laughed.

"No~" Wooyoung sheepishly said.

Strike two.

Luckily, Yeosang, Mingi, and Jongho met them shyly.

"You both look so stunning next to each other," Jongho said.

"Made for each other," Mingi added.

"It's unfair that Hongjoong hyung doesn't bring you often. We would love to have you around!" Yeosang half hugged her.

"Thank you, guys. You all are just too nice," Grace chuckled.

'Nice, Yeosang, Mingi, and Jongho. This is how you treat a woman. Proud of you,' Hongjoong internally patted their backs.

But now the flirting man approached…

Seonghwa.

"I wish I was lucky enough to have you but Hongjoong took the pretty lady for himself, I think," Seonghwa gave a light kiss on her cheek.

"Ah, I'm not that great, Seonghwa. You are just saying that to make me blush…" she giggled.

"Well, that's not true. You are a pretty lady and you look so gorgeous tonight."

"And you look so handsome in your purple suit."

"Thank you so much!"

'I'm gonna let this one pass… flirting is in his blood,' Hongjoong sighed.

~~~

Everyone was sitting at the round table. Enjoying their meals and talking to their loved ones. It was all going perfectly.

But not for Hongjoong.

The thing was his Grace was sitting in-between him and Seonghwa.

THE BIGGEST FLIRT ALIVE.

They were talking and flirting non-stop. Seonghwa's hand was resting on Grace's chair. He was totally leaning over her. That made Hongjoong clench his fists around the cutlery.

He was feeling too uncomfortable, so he rested his right hand on her thigh and gave it a little squeeze. Grace thought it was an expression of love so she passed a bright eye smile. But continued to talk to Seonghwa.

Hongjoong's mind ticked when she touched Seonghwa's bicep and didn't remove her hand. His nails rigged in her thigh through her dress which made her hiss in pain.

She was sure that there are going to be marks the next morning. She triggered his jealousy. Her mind was running miles by now. She could feel the things that were going to happen when they went back home.

Seonghwa, who was oblivious of the air between the couple, continued to talk. And it pulled the last string.

Strike three…

Hongjoong abruptly got up, almost knocking the chair down. It made everyone at the table stop whatever they were doing and look at him.

He didn't wait to say sorry or anything. He just pulled Grace up and threw her on his shoulder and took her outside.

Grace was not exactly shocked but she was surprised. She didn't expect him to go all Netflix vibe.

Hongjoong opened the passenger side and threw her inside, harshly. Quickly getting in, he started driving back home.

"You like to be a cheap whore, don't you!?" He tugged at her messy bun.

"Joon-"

"Shut up! It's always Seonghwa! If you like his cock this much, go jump on it!" He turned her sideways so that her head was resting on the window and her legs were facing him.

"Move your dress and remove your panties, NOW!" he ordered.

Grace tucked her dress around her waist and removed her panties quickly. Luckily, the windows of the car were black-tinted.

Hongjoong harshly pulled her towards him. He rested his hand above her dripping cunt and poked his thumb at her entrance.

"This sluty hole needs a cock which is not mine, huh? Is that what you want?" He harshly slapped her pussy. "I asked you something!"

"N-no," her voice shivered.

"No what, slut?"

"No, master…"

"You can't even do one thing correctly. Why do I even bring you out!?" He slapped her thigh, leaving the red mark behind.

Hongjoong pulled up in their driveway and got out and pulled her with him. Again, lifting her on his shoulder, he unlocked the house and threw the keys somewhere. Not bothering to remove shoes, he quickly walked upstairs and kicked open their shared bedroom. Switching on the lights, he moved towards the bed and harshly threw her on it with a 'thump' sound.

"I'll be back in a minute. By then, I want you naked, ass up. In the middle of the bed… Am I clear?" He ordered in a heavy but raspy voice.

"Y-yes, master," she stuttered. He let out a satisfactory 'hmm'.

About five minutes later, Grace heard Hongjoong's footsteps behind her. Oh, she wanted to see him so badly, but it was only gonna fire her back. She wanted to be an obedient girl for her master.

"Perfect," he stood at her left side, which gave her a view of Hongjoong. He was not wearing a shirt. His milky skin was on display, showing off his abs that no one got to see.

He grabbed her ass cheek and massaged It before raising it and throwing a harsh smack on her butt. His cold rings hit hard, leaving marks.

"You too much of a slut, aren't you?" He gently massaged the mark of his hand on her butt. "You were so wet in the car too. Which one was turning you on? Wooyoung? San?... Oh, I know… Seonghwa… right? He is the one. The heartthrob of the group."

"N- hmph," he smacked the other spot.

"Did I fucking permit you to speak!?" He tugged her hair and brought their faces to a close. "Are you too dumb? Hm? But you know what? It's okay. I make sure you never be a slut for anyone but me," he pushed her face's side in the pillow.

Hongjoong undid his belt and removed his pants along with his boxers. His long and thick length sprung out proudly. His cock was twitching and poking the spot above his belly button. People might not see it but he is BIG. His crazy length and thickness made her drool all over the pillow.

"Look at it. Where are you going to find a cock like mine? I bet Seonghwa can only imagine this cock," he got up behind her.

Hongjoong's one hand spread her ass cheek while the other was caressing her oh so juicy cunt. The back of his fingers gently hovered over it. The slightest touch made her whimper.

Grace moaned loudly when she felt a spank on her cunt.

"The kitty sounds so fucking wet, slut. I bet she is thirsty. Should I give her my cum? Or do you want Seonghwa's?" He stopped for a bit. "Speak!"

"Y-yours, master…" he felt proud when she remembered to respect him.

"Your tight cunt is too perfect for a slur like you. Look at how it takes my fingers in. It feels so right," he trusted his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt.

"Hmmm," she whimpered.

Hongjoong removed his fingers and spanked her cunt. It made a lewd wet noise. Her cunt was clenching around nothing.

He suddenly held her waist and turned her around, flat on her back. Now she saw a black medium-sized box laying at the corner of the bed.

He took that box and took two pairs of red handcuffs. He tied her wrists by the bedpost. Checking them if they were perfectly locked.

"Look at you. You look pretty and dumb like this…" he tugged at her nipples and took the right one in his mouth. He licked and bit it until it turned into a deep shade of red. Giving the same attention to the other one too.

Grace was a whimpering mess underneath him. Her hands were trying to get a hold of him but they were captured in the pretty handcuffs. Her breath got even more uneven when she felt his hand pinching her clit. Rolling it between his thumb and finger.

Hongjoong gave the last suck on her tits before sitting back and admiring the art.

"I love you like this. I haven't even touched you properly but you are a mess," he caressed her cheek lovingly before slapping it. "But I hate when other men look at you! You act all slutty and they flirt! You are so perfect for a brothel," he yelled.

Oddly, it turned her on. Hus every single move was hot. His thick as long length was all she could think. She wanted to feel him inch by inch. She wanted to have a taste of his delicious cock and wanted to feed his cum to get thirsty cunt.

Without giving a warning, Hongjoong forced his whole length in her cunt. It was dripping wet but no matter what, she could never get used to it. The nice stretch made her scream. He pushed her face more into the pillow to muffle her scream.

"So fucking warm and wet," he took a shaky breath. He hovered over her and attacked her neck, leaving marks that were going to turn purple the next day. But she couldn't care less.

The pleasure was building in her belly. Hongjoong felt her clenching hard around him. Before she could cum, he pulled out and hovered over her face. Forcing her mouth open he fucked her throat harder and faster making her gag around him. His balls were slapping her chin. The room was filled with the sounds of moans and grunts and gags.

He pulled her hair to get a better angle. His hand traveled behind him and found her cunt. He started slapping it without a break. Her world was spinning by his actions.

After a few thrusts, he felt close to his climax. He stopped spanking and brought his hand around her throat and squeezed it, feeling his length moving up and down her throat, it didn't take time for him to come down her throat. He was panting over her. He carefully removed himself from her.

Grace's lipstick was smeared over her chin and cheeks, her Mascara was running in all directions. But Hongjoong finds her beautiful. He wanted to give her an orgasm but decided against it.

But not before the last tease.

He took out a bullet vibrator and switched it on. Settling in-between her legs, he placed it on her clit with some pressure making her moan loudly. Her eyes were closed and her back was arched. He licked her gushing hole getting her sweet all over his tongue. He moved his tongue in and out of her hole. The pleasure from the vibrator and his tongue didn't take long to bring her near the orgasm.

He felt her body go stiff and her hole clench around his tongue, he stopped the vibrator and removed himself from her cunt taking away the best orgasm she could have had. It made her moan in frustration.

His chin was shiny. The mixture of his spit and her juices smeared over. Hongjoong patted her cunt.

"Make sure this kitty never gets wet because of someone else but me," he said and moved to remove the handcuffs. Getting up, he went inside the bathroom and brought a warm towel to clean her up.

Throwing the towel on the floor after cleaning. He got in the bed next to Grace and took her in his embrace. He knows that he went hard.

"Does anything hurt, my love?" He asked sweetly. No one could tell that he was in beast mode a few minutes before.

"I'm fine," her voice was scratchy after the blowjob.

Hongjoong got up and ran outside the room and quickly brought the water for her. He helped her drink it.

"I went hard on your throat," he whispered.

"No, it was okay," she snuggled in his chest.

"I hope you remember the punishment forever," they chuckled.

"You think I'll forget it?" She asked, sounding sleepy.

"No," he pulled her face close to his and kissed her softly.

"Good night, Joongie."

"Good night, love"

.....

Sanaa's note:

@yeosangsbiceps... I- *inhales* thank you for creating this scene in my mind that night. I couldn't get it out of my head. I'm no professional in smut writing but I tried😭 also the hair in the gif and the fic are totally different. I couldn't find any gif 😂

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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The Fundamentals of Gendrya

So I just want to establish the possible foreshadowing Arya and Gendry have that hints at a possible romantic relationship in the future, as well as the romantic undertones present in their story. I’m not really going to focus on symbolism in this meta (although it will come up a couple of times in a minor way), as that will be a focus for future meta. This is only meant to establish the fundamental basics.

First I want to say that when I’m talking about the romantic possibility of Gendrya, I mean future Gendrya, as in once Arya is older. However I will posit and say that because we are viewing this in the world of Westeros (in a pseudo Medieval world that GRRM exaggerated and sensationalized from real Medieval sources as well as rumor) and because GRRM has established he has no problems with placing his younger characters in romantic or sexual situations (see Mercy TWOW) I think it would be remiss to think GRRM would not take Arya and Gendry here if that was his plan all along. After all, there is plenty of precedent.

This also leads me to remind everyone that Gendry is not an adult when he meets Arya, and the age gap between the two is one of the least egregious age gaps in the books as most of the age gaps are between adult men in their 20’s and 30’s with 12-16 year old girl’s. I think a lot of people think of the age gap as Arya being 9 the whole time and Gendry being 16, but this is in fact wrong. According to the timeline, Arya and Gendry meet at the beginning of 299 AC, right around Arya’s 10th birthday. In 299 AC Gendry was only 13/14 years old. He was born in 284 AC and is not the same age as Robb and Jon, like Ned surmises. Gendry is just big for his age, and it’s highly likely Gendry doesn’t even know how old he is. When Arya and Gendry separate in ASOS Arya is almost 11 while Gendry is 14/15 years old.

Regardless, this is fiction, and doesn’t reflect real world morals. So what I’m getting at is that if anyone disagrees with this meta because of their ages I suggest you don’t read any further.

Foreshadowing

Our first hint of foreshadowing happens in Arya’s very first chapter:

She frowned down at them with dismay and glanced over to where her sister Sansa sat among the other girls. Sansa's needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa's work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.” When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. “Arya has the hands of a blacksmith.” - Arya I AGOT

This quote is later followed up with:

[...] “I ruined that gown Lady Smallwood gave me, and I don't sew so good.” She chewed her lip. “I don't sew very well, I mean. Septa Mordane used to say I had a blacksmith's hands.”

Gendry hooted. “Those soft little things,” he called out. “You couldn't even hold a hammer.” - Arya VII ASOS

In the same book Lem Lemoncloak says this to Gendry:

“You must be a lackwit, boy,” said Lem. “We're outlaws. Lowborn scum, most of us, except for his lordship. Don't think it'll be like Tom's fool songs neither. You won't be stealing no kisses from a princess, nor riding in no tourneys in stolen armor. You join us, you'll end with your neck in a noose, or your head mounted up above some castle gate.” - Arya VII ASOS

At this point Arya is indeed a princess, but Lem also makes an obvious reference (to the audience) to the Knight of the Laughing Tree, which I think we can safely say was Lyanna. The fact that Lyanna is Arya’s literary mirror, tells me we can connect Arya to Lem’s comment, not to mention the inclusion of “princess” just kind of seals the deal. We also know that Arya is the spitting image of Lyanna and Gendry the spitting image of Robert Baratheon. I think it’s worth noting also that after Acorn Hall, Lem takes it upon himself to make sure nothing untoward happens between Arya and Gendry (he thought Gendry was taking advantage of Arya after they wrestled) as he starts sleeping in between them, which is seen in Arya V ASOS when they are at The Peach. Lem saying “Don’t think it’ll be like Tom’s fool songs neither” is also interesting because at Acorn Hall we specifically get Tom singing a love song directed towards Arya and Gendry.

Speaking of Lyanna and Robert being reflections of Arya (in both appearance and personality) and Gendry (in appearance for the most part) this is said in Eddard I AGOT:

We were meant to rule together. If Lyanna had lived, we should have been brothers, bound by blood as well as affection. Well, it is not too late. I have a son. You have a daughter. My Joff and your Sansa shall join our houses, as Lyanna and I might once have done."

Now this quote may be referring to Sansa and Joffrey, but I do think it’s foreshadowing for Gendrya and this is just a misdirect. After all, Joffrey is not Robert Baratheon’s son by blood, but Gendry is, even though he is illegitimate. To me this also sounds like a promise. When you think about it, the story truly begins at the Tourney of Harrenhal with the events that broke the betrothal between Lyanna and Robert, so it would be very cyclical for the ending to do what the beginning could not, binding a Stark and a Baratheon together in marriage.

There are also several references about Arya marrying an apprentice/blacksmith:

“[...] Or if it is marriage and children you desire, tell me, and we shall find a husband for you. Some honest apprentice boy, a rich old man, a seafarer, whatever you desire.” - Arya II AFFC

We also have a comment made by Jaime:

“Not all,” said Jaime. “Lord Eddard's daughters live. One has just been wed. The other...” Brienne, where are you? Have you found her? “...if the gods are good, she'll forget she was a Stark. She'll wed some burly blacksmith or fat-faced innkeep, fill his house with children, and never need to fear that some knight might come along to smash their heads against a wall.” - Jaime I ADWD

Now I know what you are going to say, that Jaime is referring to Sansa possibly marrying a blacksmith or innkeep, but if it weren’t for Jaime’s thought’s in the middle towards Brienne, you’d never guess which Stark daughter he is referring to because Sansa was only just recently married as well. Also it’s Arya who is associated with a blacksmith (Gendry) and a fat-faced innkeep (Hot Pie). So while Jaime is referring to Sansa here I think we are meant to actually look at the reality behind this and reverse the foreshadowing back onto Arya, because it wasn’t Arya who was recently wed, that was Sansa. It’s also Arya who is legitimately trying to forget she was a Stark (Sansa isn’t trying to forget, she is only pretending to be Alayne to ensure her protection) and like I mentioned it’s Arya who had a blacksmith and future employee at an inn as companions for two novels. So I think it’s a foreshadowing switcheroo. And I think it’s also worth mentioning that while Jaime sent Brienne out to save Sansa, Brienne spends her whole journey almost exclusively hearing news and following leads about Arya.

There is also a reference in Brienne VII AFFC that makes mention that Arya may marry an apprentice boy:

Gendry was the closest thing to a man grown, but it was Willow shouting all the orders, as if she were a queen in her castle and the other children were no more than servants.

If she were highborn, command would come naturally to her, and deference to them. Brienne wondered whether Willow might be more than she appeared. The girl was too young and too plain to be Sansa Stark, but she was of the right age to be the younger sister, and even Lady Catelyn had said that Arya lacked her sister's beauty. Brown hair, brown eyes, skinny...could it be? Arya Stark's hair was brown, she recalled, but Brienne was not sure about the color of her eyes. Brown and brown, was that it? Could it be that she did not die at Saltpans after all?

“One day that little girl [Willow] will make some man a frightful wife,” Ser Hyle observed. “That poor 'prentice boy [Gendry], most like.”

Willow is very obviously a Arya stand-in which makes this specific quote about Arya and Gendry, not Willow and Gendry.

Arya IV ASOS has the strongest case for future romantic Gendrya. Not only does Gendry follow after Arya and invite her to look at the forge, Gendry opens up to her about his life right before he was uprooted, and does this:

Gendry reached out with the tongs as if to pinch her face, but Arya swatted them away.

Gendry is being playful and open with Arya during most of this scene in the forge, teasing her in a manner that verges on flirting, telling her a story about his past, laughing and having fun with Arya. And then this happens:

Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. “You look different now. Like a proper little girl.”

“I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns.”

“Nice, though. A nice oak tree.” He stepped closer, and sniffed at her. “You even smell nice for a change.”

“You don't. You stink.” Arya shoved him back against the anvil and made to run, but Gendry caught her arm. She stuck a foot between his legs and tripped him, but he yanked her down with him, and they rolled across the floor of the smithy. He was very strong, but she was quicker. Every time he tried to hold her still she wiggled free and punched him. Gendry only laughed at the blows, which made her mad. He finally caught both her wrists in one hand and started to tickle her with the other, so Arya slammed her knee between his legs, and wrenched free. Both of them were covered in dirt, and one sleeve was torn on her stupid acorn dress. “I bet I don't look so nice now,” she shouted.

Gendry compliments Arya’s looks and scent, only for Arya to think he’s teasing her about her appearance due to her intense insecurity when it comes to highborn conformation (Gendry’s laugh when he first saw her didn’t help matters in her insecurity even though Gendry most likely only laughed out of being startled at her transformation). This insecurity leads Arya into getting angry and starting a wrestling match with him. This wrestling scene also directly follows Jaime and Brienne’s very sexually charged sword fight, and could also be interpreted as foreshadowing a romantic and potentially sexual relationship in the future, like theirs did, when they are older.

Now I’m not saying that I think Gendrya is going to go NC-17 in the books, but I do think it’s likely to go PG-13 by the end of ADOS, considering we have precedent that GRRM has no qualms about writing these types of things as I mentioned above, and we know Arya is going to be 12 in TWOW and may be at least 14-15 when the series ends depending on how much GRRM can spread out the timeline in the next two books. But considering the amount of stuff that needs to happen, I think the next two books will span 2-3 years before the epilogue begins.

Then there is the love song GRRM specifically wrote for Arya. A song that has only appeared in one chapter, Arya’s chapter:

“My featherbed is deep and soft,

and there I'll lay you down,

I'll dress you all in yellow silk,

and on your head a crown.

For you shall be my lady love,

and I shall be your lord.

I'll always keep you warm and safe,

and guard you with my sword.

“And how she smiled and how she laughed,

the maiden of the tree.

She spun away and said to him,

no featherbed for me.

I'll wear a gown of golden leaves,

and bind my hair with grass,

But you can be my forest love,

and me your forest lass.”

Now we know this song is about them because when Tom O’Sevens is singing it, he winks at Arya, and later Lady Smallwood specifically says to Arya “I have no gowns of leaves”. The song specifically mentions yellow – a Baratheon color – and depicts the free spirited “Maiden of the Tree” who wants love on her own terms, which sounds like what an older, flowered version of Arya would want if she fell in love.

Romantic Undertones

Arya’s Crush

As she passed the armory, Arya heard the ring of a hammer. A deep orange glow shone through the high windows. She climbed to the roof and peeked down. Gendry was beating out a breastplate. When he worked, nothing existed for him but metal, bellows, fire. The hammer was like part of his arm. She watched the play of muscles in his chest and listened to the steel music he made. He's strong, she thought. As he took up the long-handled tongs to dip the breastplate into the quenching trough, Arya slithered through the window and leapt down to the floor beside him. - Arya IX ACOK

It’s very subtle but this paragraph tells us everything. Arya unintentionally reveals in this quote that she watches Gendry blacksmithing enough to know that the world falls away when he’s in his element. She watches the play of muscles in his back and notes how strong he is and even attaches poetic language to his work. Arya has a crush on Gendry. It’s not acknowledged and it’s likely she doesn’t understand it herself, but this seems to be the truth of it, especially with the way GRRM worded this. I don’t know how many times I’ve read a romance where the protagonist studies their love interest while watching the “play of muscles” in their back or their arms. It’s also interesting to note that Arya always mentions specifics about Gendry’s looks and notes details about him:

He blinked at her, startled. Strands of thick black hair, still wet from the bathhouse, fell across his deep blue eyes. "I'd hurt you." - Arya II ACOK

"It's me they want," Arya whispered back. His ear smelled of soap. "You be quiet." - Arya II ACOK

When she spied Gendry, his bare chest was slick with sweat, but the blue eyes under the heavy black hair had the stubborn look she remembered. - Arya VIII ACOK

"She's not alone." Gendry rode out from behind the cottage wall, and behind him Hot Pie, leading her horse. In his chainmail shirt with a sword in his hand, Gendry looked almost a man grown, and dangerous. Hot Pie looked like Hot Pie. - Arya II ASOS

Now most of these I’d normally chalk up to the author just being descriptive, but if that’s the case, why don’t we know more about Hot Pie’s looks, who Arya spent nearly a year with at the same time as Gendry? Why does she take special time out to describe Gendry so much? Honestly I think part of it is to keep reminding us that Gendry is a secret Baratheon bastard, but that doesn’t explain the first quote about Arya watching the “play of muscles” in his back and noting how strong he is. So I think it’s a combination of GRRM wanting to remind the audience that Gendry is a Baratheon and to also subtly show us that Arya has an innocent crush on him, but doesn’t know or acknowledge that this is the case out loud.

Their Mutual Jealousy

Starting after the events of Acorn Hall in Arya IV ASOS, it’s obvious that something shifts in Arya and Gendry’s relationship. One aspect is that Gendry can no longer ignore that Arya is indeed a highborn girl after seeing her for the first time dressed up as one. He knows what class differences will mean for their friendship. And another aspect, is that Gendry acknowledges that he may be romantically interested in Arya, or at least acknowledges the potential for those feelings to emerge in time. And because of this, combined with their class differences, Gendry knows that if he follows Arya to Riverrun where her mother and brother are, he would end up watching Arya grow into someone he could romantically love, only for her to be torn away from him due to an arranged marriage. Both of these aspects play a factor in why we see Gendry become more outwardly scathing towards highborns in the chapters following this and why his behavior seems to become one rife with jealousy.

In Arya V ASOS the Brotherhood Without Banners travel to The Peach and both of the above aspects I spoke of are present in this chapter:

"You don't even know what a brothel is."

"I do so," she insisted. "It's like an inn, with girls."

He was turning red again. "What are you doing here, then?" he demanded. "A brothel's no fit place for no bloody highborn lady, everybody knows that."

And when Gendry protects Arya from a pervert by saying that she’s his sister, this is what goes down:

"Why did you say that?" Arya hopped to her feet. "You're not my brother."

"That's right," he said angrily. "I'm too bloody lowborn to be kin to m'lady high."

Arya was taken aback by the fury in his voice. "That's not the way I meant it."

"Yes it is." He sat down on the bench, cradling a cup of wine between his hands. "Go away. I want to drink this wine in peace. Then maybe I'll go find that black-haired girl and ring her bell for her."

Arya doesn’t really understand the intentions of the pervert, despite knowing of sex, and is confused on why Gendry would say that he’s her brother, but when she asks him, he takes it the wrong way since he is already so sensitive about their class differences at this point in their story. That last paragraph is what makes this exchange really interesting though. Why would Gendry say this, when it’s already made clear and established in this chapter that Gendry has no intentions of sleeping with any of the girls, even when it’s offered to him for free? He is very obviously lying to try to get a rise out of Arya and the only way this makes sense is if we put it under a romantic lens.

Then we have this:

Arya whirled and left him there. A stupid bullheaded bastard boy, that's all he is. He could ring all the bells he wanted, it was nothing to her.

Now considering Arya’s defense mechanism (the mechanism that has her calling things or people stupid when she’s hurt or feeling inadequate by them to try to make the pain and hurt not seem so severe) the fact that she calls Gendry a “stupid bullheaded bastard boy” and proclaims Gendry ringing the bells of any girl was “nothing to her” tells us that it matters to her and that she’s upset. This is further reiterated in Arya VIII ASOS:

Arya wished she had another crabapple to bounce off his face. "My father had honor," she said angrily. "And we weren't talking to you anyway. Why don't you go back to Stoney Sept and ring that girl's stupid bells?"

So here we have Arya mention this three chapters later, likely weeks if not months later. If Arya didn’t care about Gendry ringing “all the bells he wanted” then why is she still so hurt and jealous? She’s obviously been stewing about this for a while.

In this same chapter we also see gems from Gendry that clearly proclaim that he’s still plagued about his class differences to Arya. It also clearly shows that Gendry is jealous of Edric Dayne once Arya befriends him, especially since she befriended someone highborn, like her, who just so happens to be a boy who we know has nearly the same coloring as Rhaegar Targaryen, which evokes the history repeating motif that is present in Arya’s arc of the Rhaegar/Lyanna/Robert love triangle.

"You have a knife," Gendry suggested. "If your hair annoys you so much, shave your bloody head."

He doesn't like Ned. The squire seemed nice enough to Arya; maybe a little shy, but good-natured. She had always heard that Dornishmen were small and swarthy, with black hair and small black eyes, but Ned had big blue eyes, so dark that they looked almost purple. And his hair was a pale blond, more ash than honey. - Arya VIII ASOS

And

"My lady?" Ned looked embarrassed. "I'm Edric Dayne, the . . . the Lord of Starfall."

Behind them, Gendry groaned. "Lords and ladies," he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. "Ow," he said. "That hurt." He felt the skin above his eye. "What kind of lady throws crabapples at people?"

"The bad kind," said Arya, suddenly contrite.

Gendry continues to encapsulate “ours is the fury” during Arya’s whole exchange with Edric Dayne.

I do want to add that I know Gendry’s class issues have always been there, and it’s definitely been made even more apparent to him during the War of the Five Kings during his time in the wartorn Riverlands with Arya, so it’s not exactly that far-fetched that Gendry may become even more sensitive and/or bitter about it. However, this extremity of his behavior only happened after Acorn Hall where he saw Arya looking like the highborn girl she is. And while I do believe part of Gendry’s increase of bitterness about their class differences does have to do with potential romantic feelings, I also think it has to do with Gendry also coming to terms with the fact that Arya’s family is also directly responsible for the carnage they have seen and experienced (even though he doesn’t blame Arya, as she seems to be one of Gendry’s exceptions when it comes to his dislike of the nobility). If it weren’t for the blatant flirting on his behalf in the forge at Acorn Hall and the jealousy, I would honestly chalk it up to Gendry trying to reconcile his own trauma and anger regarding highborns, including Arya’s family’s sins, but alas, that is not completely the case.

Post Separation

When Arya is kidnapped by the Hound and witnesses the Red Wedding, Arya contemplates where she may go and this crosses her thoughts in a very romanticized light:

She could stay with Hot Pie, or maybe Lord Beric would find her there. Anguy would teach her to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs.

But that was just stupid, like something Sansa might dream. - Arya XII ASOS

The fact that Arya follows this thought up with “that was just stupid, like something Sansa might dream” tells us specifically what type of fantasy this is. Arya isn’t fantasizing about an adventure, she’s fantasizing about love and romance, considering those are the types of flights of fancy Sansa always loses herself in. Now Arya isn’t outright rejecting the possibility of romance here, because there is more to that second paragraph:

But that was just stupid, like something Sansa might dream. Hot Pie and Gendry had left her just as soon as they could, and Lord Beric and the outlaws only wanted to ransom her, just like the Hound. None of them wanted her around. They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.

She rejects the possibility because she remembers that Hot Pie and Gendry abandoned her as soon as they could, and that all the Brotherhood did was use her, according to her perspective on the matter. And her perspective is entirely skewed because of her abandonment and low self-esteem issues, as well as not fully understanding the class issues as she honestly didn’t think that bringing Hot Pie and Gendry to Riverrun and Winterfell would cause any issues with their friendships, which is understandable for a kid to think. Especially one that hadn’t been in the highborn world for the past year and a half. In fact, Medieval children in the real world and in the books, weren’t reprimanded for playing together regardless of class, usually the highborn children played with the children of those who worked and lived within the castle walls, from other lords children to stewards children to the helps children. It’s just something children did until they reached a certain age where it just wasn’t allowed anymore. So it’s only natural for this not to really factor into Arya’s plans.

When Arya is about to walk into the House of Black and White, Arya comforts her fear with a memory of Gendry:

Suddenly she was somewhere else . . . back in Harrenhal with Gendry [...] - Arya I AFFC

Which indicates that Gendry is still very much on her mind at this point. I think it really says something as well that Arya takes comfort from a memory at Harrenhal of all places. I think this indicates how much comfort she took from their friendship. I also think she doesn’t think about Gendry with the Brotherhood to take her comfort because while ASOS has the most romantic foreshadowing for them and the two shared some nice moments, it was also the start of them truly fracturing, or so her unreliable narration interpreted it as. After all, she actually thought that Gendry was making fun of her looks at Acorn Hall, and she thought Gendry didn’t want to be her friend anymore as he “abandoned her” for the Brotherhood. So while Harrenhal was awful and they had their disagreements there, Arya still felt reassured with his companionship and likely found it uncomplicated in comparison to her other problems at the time.

When we next see Gendry in Brienne VII AFFC we see a drastically different Gendry. While Gendry has always been guarded and sullen with a chip on his shoulder, with little love for the nobility, this change is drastic enough where it’s unsettling to read at first. Not only is Gendry just flat out rude in a very mean way but he is filled with rage. Gendry joined the Brotherhood because he liked how they handled justice, but under Lady Stoneheart there is no justice and he doesn’t seem to mind. His beliefs have shifted as well.

And though his eyes had been that same deep blue, Lord Renly's eyes had always been warm and welcoming, full of laughter, whereas this boy's eyes brimmed with anger and suspicion.

Septon Meribald asked if he might lead the children in a grace, ignoring the small girl crawling naked across the table. "Aye," said Willow, snatching up the crawler before she reached the porridge. So they bowed their heads together and thanked the Father and the Mother for their bounty . . . all but the black-haired boy from the forge, who crossed his arms against his chest and sat glowering as the others prayed. Brienne was not the only one to notice. When the prayer was done Septon Meribald looked across the table, and said, "Do you have no love for the gods, son?"

"Not for your gods." Gendry stood abruptly. "I have work to do." He stalked out without a bite of food.

Gendry was at his forge, bare-chested beneath his leather apron. He was beating on a sword as if he wished it were a foe [...]

What would a knight be doing working at a smithy? "You have black hair and blue eyes, and you were born in the shadow of the Red Keep. Has no one ever remarked upon your face?"

"What's wrong with my face? It's not as ugly as yours."

Lord Renly was ahead of her, her sweet smiling king. He was leading her horse through the trees. Brienne called out to tell him how much she loved him, but when he turned to scowl at her, she saw that he was not Renly after all. Renly never scowled. He always had a smile for me, she thought . . . except . . .

While some people chalk up Gendry’s behavior as a result of trauma about what he experienced in the Riverlands, and I don’t deny that is a factor, I don’t believe it’s the only factor because we didn’t see Gendry like this post Harrenhal or even with the Brotherhood in ASOS. Yes he embodied “ours is the fury” at times and was jealous and bitter, and rude at times as well, but he wasn’t flat out cruel to people, nor filled with rage and vengeance. The Gendry before Arya was taken would never have led Brienne to Lady Stoneheart for the slaughter after she tried to save everyone in that Inn against Rorge and Biter and co. We can also see another difference in Gendry:

Lightning cracked to the south as the riders swung down off their horses. For half a heartbeat darkness turned to day. An axe gleamed silvery blue, light shimmered off mail and plate, and beneath the dark hood of the lead rider Brienne glimpsed an iron snout and rows of steel teeth, snarling.

Gendry saw it too. "Him."

While there is no emphasis on the “him” when Gendry sees the Hound’s helm, it’s an abrupt and emotionless statement. It’s one word without emphasis but it conveys a lot. Gendry recognizes the Hound’s helm and it’s apparent he’s not happy, thinking that it was indeed the Hound for a minute. And while I’m trying to avoid discussing symbolism, I just can’t ignore how the lightning that cracked in the south could also be symbolic of Gendry’s true mood. He is, after all, a bastard Baratheon, connected to the storm, the fury - thunder and lightning - as well as sharing a connection to the god, Thor in our mythology. This lightning could symbolically be linked to Gendry’s anger and vengeance. So why does Gendry act like this when he sees who he thinks is the Hound again? He had no issue with the Hound during his trial by combat, so what changed? The Hound kidnapped Arya. And while he knows Arya didn’t die at the Red Wedding, he and the Brotherhood aren’t entirely sure if the Hound sold Arya to the Lannister’s and if she is now Arya Bolton. So it makes complete sense why he would have issues with the Hound. In fact I think a lot of this behavior we are seeing from Gendry is the direct result of the Hound kidnapping Arya and not knowing if she’s dead or being brutally raped and tortured in the North.

Why do I think this? Because this behavior began between Arya being kidnapped in ASOS and Brienne VII AFFC. Only a few to a handful of months have passed since then. This, I believe, is the inciting incident. Another reason why I believe Arya is the reason is because of what he is doing. He is staying at the Crossroads Inn, one of the last known places Arya was sighted, and he’s helping take care of orphaned children. Arya took in strays as well and cared for them, like Weasel. And considering how Gendry in ACOK wanted to leave Weasel and Hot Pie and Lommy behind, it’s interesting to see that he’s helping by taking in strays himself now, as if he thinks he may be able to atone for not saving Arya. Another reason is because the Brotherhood is actively searching for Arya as well. She is ever present on their minds. So yes, I believe part of Gendry’s change has to do with losing Arya, which goes to show how much he really cared about her. Not to mention (a tiny bit more symbolism, oopsie!), Gendry’s stay at the inn, waiting for Arya to return (I believe Gendry and the BWB are hoping that Arya is alive and will return to the inn) is a romantic aspect to the mythology of Weyland the Smith and his Swan Maiden/Valkyrie, and the aspect about the Brotherhood + Gendry searching the realm for Arya is also a romantic Cinderella motif, hence why I feel Gendry’s behavior here is supposed to have romantic subtext.

Extra: Another interesting aspect that I think foreshadows this future relationship is the meaning of Gendry’s name. Gendry is a nickname type of surname for a person who has inherited his family estates from his father-in-law, deriving its origin from the Old French word “gendre,” which meant “son-in-law.” And as we know if Arya and Gendry married when they were older, Arya wouldn’t be taking his name, but he hers, due to her higher status. So by marrying into the Stark family, he would be inheriting from his father-in-law Ned so to speak, even if it’s just inheriting the surname.

So this is everything I’ve compiled so far about Gendrya, that relies on just their foreshadowing and romantic undertones in the texts we have available but I’m positive I’ll be adding more to this list once TWOW officially releases. However, I still have a lot more to share that focuses on their symbolism and motifs throughout the story, so I’m definitely not done making Gendrya meta, far from it and I can’t wait to share it with you all!

And if anyone is interested in Arya’s and by extension Gendrya’s Cinderella motifs, you can find it at this link: A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes.

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Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Location: Y/n & Seonghwa’s apartment

Names: Baby/Princess (for s/o), Baby/Oppa/Sir (for Seonghwa)

Word count: 4,171 :))))))))

(T/W) Kinks: daddy/oppa kink, hair pulling, oral, hard dom Seonghwa, choking, dacryphilia, begging, spanking, praising, degradation, filming/camera, over stimulation, sub y/n, after care, accidental leak of videos

Seonghwa has been at the agency for what felt like days to y/n. Seonghwa was getting ready for a comeback so he would have long nights at the agency just to come how and sleep the whole time he got off. While y/n was at home cleaning and cooking for him so that way he would have a home cooked meal whenever he would get home. Seonghwa was grateful to her for what she did. But as time grew y/n started to feel more lonely. One night it was supposed to be a night where Seonghwa was off. Y/n had the whole night planned out. But the boy's managers told him that they had to do a live last minute due to them having a comeback soon.

Seonghwa had texted y/n saying ‘Hey baby. I won’t be able to make it tonight. The managers told us at the last minute that we needed to do a live. I’ll try to be home soon, ok?’ Once y/n got that text she already had dinner made on the table with candles lit. She read the text sighing at it texting him back saying ‘Ok. Well I just got done making dinner baby so it’ll be in the fridge when you get back. I’m going to take a shower.’ y/n locked her phone putting up all the food trying to not cry. After Seonghwa read his girlfriend’s text he sighed about to text her back until he heard Wooyoung say “What kind of ice cream do you guys want?” Seonghwa told his younger member what he wanted forgetting to text y/n back and started playing a game waiting on the boy to come back so they could start the live.

As y/n finished her shower getting dressed in her pajamas she decided to call f/n to tell her what happened. f/n picked up the phone saying “Hey! What’s up?” y/n, who had her phone on speaker, said “I’m upset.” Her friend then said “What happened?” y/n sighed, rolling over on her stomach saying “Well Seonghwa was supposed to spend some time with me tonight. I had a whole night planned out. I made dinner. I lit the candles that were on the table. I even broke out the good wine. But I got a text as I was putting the food on the table from him saying that he won’t be able to make it because the managers told him at the last minute that they need to do a live. I already put the food up and I already took a shower. So I’m practically ready for bed pissed off.” f/n who was sitting in her studio in their old apartment said “You know you can always tease him into coming home right?” y/n's ears perked up saying “Answer my FaceTime.” y/n jumped up from the bed FaceTiming f/n. She answered the phone only to see her best friend rummaging through the clothes hanging up in her walk-in closet. She finally found what she was looking for holding 5 hangers in her hand. y/n held up a black lingerie bodysuit saying “This one?” f/n looked at it saying “Come closer.” y/n was still holding out saying “Remember I bought this when we went to the mall back home?” f/n nodded her head saying “Yes I remember. But it looks old so that’s out.” y/n tossed it to her right holding up a white bodysuit f/n automatically said “The color compliments your skin. So it’s a maybe.” y/n set it on the door handle and lifted up a red one. f/n shook her head saying “I’m not a fan of it.” y/n said while tossing it to her right “Ok so that’s a no” y/n then held up a light purple bodysuit saying “This ones my favorite.” f/n looked at it saying “Does he like that color though?” y/n shook her head “No he doesn’t like the color but he loves it on me..” f/n then sighed saying “Then it’s a no.” y/n then said “This one is the last one.” She held up a dark blue colored bodysuit f/n immediately said “Yes. That’s the one.”

y/n decided it would be best to do her hair and make up while f/n was on the phone so that way she was able to tell her what to fix and what to do. y/n’s phone finally went off with a notification from the boy's V-Live channel saying that they were now live. y/n said “Hold on imma grab my laptop.” y/n ran off screen to grab her laptop from her side table getting on FaceTime there while watching the live on her phone. Ateez then said “8 makes 1 team! Hello we're Ateez!” HongJoong started talking about what all they were doing and what they were going to be talking about. f/n said “Why is my boyfriend so hot?” y/n, who was doing her mascara, looked over at her friend saying “Because we choose hot boyfriends that’s why!” f/n nodded in agreement saying “Do a Cherry red color lipstick then you should be good!” y/n nodded her head saying “Ok! I’m going to hop off so that way I can start the teasing process.” f/n smiled saying “Good luck! Try to not die!” y/n hung up the FaceTime putting on a red lip stain knowing if she put on regular lipstick it would be all over her face. She then got changed into the lingerie set.

Whenever Seonghwa would go on tour and couldn’t bring y/n she would almost always tease him. But whenever he would come home she would have to call off work for a few days knowing she wouldn’t be able to walk let alone deal with the consequences he had in store for teasing him while he was away. y/n knew what she was doing when she took f/ns advice. That's why f/n told her to not die because she knew what was going to happen to her best friend. y/n got situated on the ground in front of their body length mirror. Snapping a quick picture of her typing out ‘Man I wish you were home right now you look so good on the live..:(‘ sending it to Seonghwa. On the other end Seonghwa was eating his ice cream in the conference room with all the boys at the end of the table. His phone buzzed in his hands seeing it was a text from his girlfriend. He clicked on it thinking it was just her telling him goodnight but in actuality it was the picture she sent to him. He was able to shield his phone away from the members that were sitting next to him. He looked up at the phone with a smirk texting back ‘Oh no. Is someone not following the rules right now?’ Seonghwa knew he had to hurry up with the live but he couldn’t make it seem obvious. He started eating his ice cream when he got a text from y/n saying ‘Man I wish I was that ice cream:( you know you could’ve had me by now but you have to work.’

Seonghwa smirked down at his phone typing back ‘Baby I’m going to need you to stop or else you’re gonna have to be punished. You don’t want that do you?’ y/n smirked, finally getting Seonghwa where she wanted. She snapped a picture of her in the mirror ass up saying ‘But I’m already ready to be punished come home oppa.’ Once Seonghwa got that text he felt his pants get a bit tighter. Seonghwa looked over to his left and whispered to HongJoong saying “I need to go like now.” HongJoong looked at him confused but once he saw his best friend adjusting his pants he sent a text to the manager that was behind the phone telling him that Seonghwa wasn’t feeling too good and that they needed to cut the live short by a few minutes. The manager gave the ok to end it letting the boys know it was time to go. They said bye to all the fans turning off the live Seonghwa was the first to get up rushing out of the room causing the boys to look at HongJoong who said “He has to go deal with y/n.” The boys now understanding the situation Mingi said “Ew. That’s disgusting. I did not need to hear that. She’s like my little sister.” Seonghwa texted y/n, 'You better be on your knees in front of the mirror by the time I get there.’ y/n texted f/n saying ‘Thank you for the help. I’m going to die tonight.:)’ f/n then texted back ‘Have fun!’

Since Seonghwa took y/n’s car to work today he sped home only to find out that y/n did what he told her to do. She was sat all pretty in front of the mirror with her hands in her lap. He smiled at the girl saying “So you do know how to listen baby girl. I’m surprised.” y/n smiled saying “Well you did tell me to be on my knees by the time you get here so I did what you told me.” Seonghwa looked down at her saying “You’re wearing my favorite too. Did you just want daddy to come home?” He lifted her chin up caressing her cheek with his thumb. She nodded her head saying “Yes sir.” Seonghwa smirked down at the girl saying “You baby you have to be punished because you broke two of the rules.” y/n smiled saying “But you liked it didn’t you?” He shook his head “Don’t be bratty. Or else the punishment will be worse.” y/n took his thumb into her mouth sucking it while looking up at him. He looked down at her groaning, saying “You’re killing me baby.” y/n pulled her mouth away with a pop saying “Good Oppa.” He looked at her in the eyes saying “I guess I have to shut you up huh?”

y/n who was now looking up at him saying “Yes sir.” He grabbed ahold of her hair pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail saying “You know what to do princess.” y/n eagerly undid his belt and pants lightly touching Seonghwas bulge in the process. Once his cock sprung free she looked up at him as if asking to start. He only nodded his head saying “Go ahead princess.” y/n automatically went ahead wrapping her mouth around him going all the way down. She had her hands on his thighs which he swatted away saying “No hands. You know this.” y/n put her hands behind her back. y/n was only able to get half of his dick in her mouth until he thrusted the rest of his length in her mouth causing her to put her hands on his thigh.

He pulled out of her mouth that had strings of saliva from her mouth on his dick. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow saying “What have I said about your hands? Are you going to be a good slut and take it or am I going to have to make you?” y/n looked up saying “Make me daddy.” He then let go of her hair causing her to drop back onto the heels of her feet. He walked over to the closet opening the drawer, he came out of the closet with a pair of handcuffs. Seonghwa looked at the girl saying “This will stop you don’t you think?” He cuffed y/n’s hands behind her back he grabbed ahold of her hair again tying it up with the hair tie that is always on his wrist. He looked down saying “Open. Now.” y/n obeyed the man standing in front of her by opening her mouth. He then pushed all of his dick in her mouth causing her to gag. He chuckled saying “I know you can take all of it to stop messing around. Keep it open for me just like that.” As Seonghwa started face fucking her causing tears to run down her face spit dropping onto her chest he moaned out “You’re being such a good slut for me beautiful. Taking all of me. Look at those tears.” As he was coming close to his edge he pulled out saying “You’re not getting my cum just yet baby girl. Come on, let’s get you on the bed.” He helped her stand up due to the fact she was still handcuffed. He undid them causing her to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss. He mumbled against her lips “Jump.” as he said that she jumped up into his arms. He walked her over to the bed laying her down saying “I’m sorry for me being at work all the time. Since you did so well taking all of me it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

Seonghwa did his best to take off the bodysuit without ripping it. He finally succeeded looking at y/n smiling. y/n said “Thank you for not ripping it.” Seonghwa then said “I can’t rip my favorite outfit on you can I?” y/n smiled saying “You could have. If you wanted to buy me a new one.” He shook his head saying “I would’ve bought you a new one anyways. All you have to do is ask. Now just enjoy this ok?” y/n nodded her head listening to her boyfriend who was now kissing down her body leaving marks all over her. Once he got to her sweet spot on her neck he made sure to leave a hickey right there causing her to bite her tongue. He looked up at her saying “Let out those moans for me beautiful. I want the neighbors to hear how good I’m making you feel.” With Seonghwa saying that y/n let out a moan. Seonghwa smirked, satisfied with hearing her moans falling from her mouth. Seonghwa made his way down until he reached her thighs. He pushed them apart, kissing the inside of one while caressing the other teasing y/n. y/n moaned as the soft kisses got closer to her heat. Seonghwa let the hand that was caressing her thigh he let it just graze the side of it causing her to let out a whine saying “Stop teasing me.” Seonghwa looked up from in between her thighs saying “Remember how I said you broke two rules? This is one of the punishments, baby. Now if you’re a good girl I’ll let you cum on my tongue.” y/n threw her head back onto the pillow saying “But I had good intentions for breaking those rules!” Seonghwa chuckled, going back in between her thighs saying “Well your actions have consequences.” He started back to kissing one thigh while one hand started to caress her heat.

Once he felt like y/n had enough teasing he decided to finally give in to her. He kissed right on her clit making her shiver in pleasure smirking at the wetness he caused he said “Did I do that?” y/n hummed in response to him. He wanted her to use her words so he gave her pussy a little love slap saying “Use your words beautiful. Or else I’m going to stop.” y/n moaned saying “Yes you did oppa.” He smiled while rubbing his index finger up and down through her wet slits saying “And who is the only one that can do this? Hm?” y/n let out a moan saying “You sir.” Seonghwa, being happy with her response, said “Good girl. I think you deserve to cum on my tongue now.” And with that he pushed in a finger and let his mouth latch onto her clit. She let out a sigh in relief that he was finally letting her feel some type of friction down there. She grabbed onto his black hair holding him where he was trying to keep him there. He pulled away from her pussy saying “How does my baby feel? Hm?” y/n said “I need more please.” Seonghwa looked at her with a raised eyebrow saying “More? Like another finger?” y/n screamed out “Yes please! I need more! I need your tongue and fingers please daddy!” Seonghwa then said “All you had to do was ask.” He pushed in a second finger while saying “You’re so tight baby I may need to fuck you more.” He started going at a decent pace not really going fast or slow.

y/n let out a big moan saying “I’m close oppa. Don’t stop!” That caused Seonghwa to move his hand faster as y/n reached her climax. Seonghwa pulled out his fingers putting them in his mouth while saying “You still taste as sweet as ever baby. Now do you want me to fuck you like a slut or are you done for the night?” y/n looked down at the boy who was on his elbows saying “Please fuck me like a slut.” That caused Seonghwa to smirk and the words she said brought out demon Seonghwa. He said “Well then. Get face down ass up facing the mirror. I’m recording this tonight baby. So that way I can go back and watch when I’m missing my cock sleeve.”

y/n did as she was told, getting into the position while Seonghwa undressed of the clothes that were still on him. y/n was now on the corner of the bed ass up waiting for Seonghwa. As she felt the bed dip she stuffed her face into their white comforter. Seonghwa caressed her ass before giving one cheek a slap saying “Count.” y/n’s eyes were now brimming with tears as he spanked each cheek 15 times. He then said “Don’t do that again, got it?” y/n nodded her only to have Seonghwa to grab the ponytail pulling her head up saying “What did I say about using your words huh?” y/n saw her face in the mirror saying “I’m sorry I meant to say yes sir.” Seonghwa said “Good slut. Now are you going to take all of me or do I have to stop here?” y/n shook her head fast saying “No please! I’ll be good!” Seonghwa smiled at the mirror seeing his girlfriend's tear stained face saying “That’s my good girl.” As he said that he pushed himself in without any warning bottoming out in her. He groaned while feeling her tight walls clench around him. He said “You’re still so tight even after I prepped you.” After Seonghwa bottomed out he automatically hit y/n’s g-spot. Causing her to grip onto the bed sheets harder turning her knuckles white. Seonghwa started at a decent pace letting y/n get used to the feeling knowing it has been awhile since they’ve been intimate like this.

Once y/n got comfortable she said “Faster please.” Seonghwa grabbed ahold of her neck from behind holding up his cellphone pointing it towards the mirror saying “Say that again baby so the camera can hear you.” y/n then screamed out “Faster please!” Seonghwa chuckled saying “That’s my girl. You’re such a cock hungry slut aren’t you?” y/n who’s eyes were now closed in pleasure said “Yes oh my god yes! Don’t stop daddy please!” That caused Seonghwa to turn off his camera throwing it to the top of the bed. His one hand still on her neck the other now on her waist pounding harder into her. That caused y/n to cum for the second time. Seonghwa let go her neck letting her fall back onto the bed. Seonghwa gave no mercy not stopping as she came undone fucking her until she was seeing stars. He slapped her ass saying “You’re doing so well baby. Can you give me two more?” y/n shook her head saying “No I can’t.” Seonghwa pulled out causing y/n to whine at the loss of friction. He flipped her over onto her back saying “You can give me two more. I know you can baby.” Seonghwa was now in between her legs on his knees. He kissed her knee going down on her thigh biting it lightly causing her to let out a gasp causing him to smile when y/n looked down at her thigh they’re was now a love bite she looked up at him saying “Really?” He moved his body up saying “I got to have my baby girl remember who she belongs to.” He kissed her hard pushing himself back into causing y/n to gasp into the kiss giving Seonghwa a chance to put his tongue in her mouth.

As Seonghwa pushed deeper into her smirking saying “How many more are you giving me baby?” y/n looked up into Seonghwas eyes saying “Two oppa.” Seonghwa smiled at the girl saying “That’s my good girl.” He put a hand on her throat saying “Now can I fuck you how I want now?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir. Use my body however you want. I’m your toy.” He smiled saying “Well in that case I’m not going easy and I’m going to need you to cum more than twice.” y/n nodded her head as Seonghwa started thrusting in and out of her. Seonghwa had one hand pressed down on her throat while the other was on her boob twisting and pinching it causing y/n to cum for the first time in the new position. Seonghwa looked at the girl beneath him saying “That’s my girl. Give me another.” Seonghwa threw one of her legs over his shoulder causing him to go deeper hitting a new spot causing y/n’s legs to shake and her to moan. He moved his hand from her throat to her leg holding it against him kissing her calve. He pounded into her even harder chasing his high back. y/n was almost over the edge when Seonghwa said “I’m going to cum in you. Take it like a good slut got it?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir fill me up please.” y/n’s eyes rolled back as she hit her climax clenching around Seonghwa causing him to cum. He pulled out of her flopping down on the bed next to her pulling her in close saying “You know the things I say I don’t mean right? Like those names I would never call you besides in the bedroom.” y/n smiled snuggling deeper into his chest saying “I know baby. You say it everytime. Can we get dressed and eat I’m hungry.” Seonghwa laughed saying “Yes after I clean you up.” Seonghwa got up from the bed walking into their bathroom. y/n’s phone then started to ring she rolled over grabbing it off the charger answering it without seeing who was calling. f/n was FaceTiming her she answered it to see f/n holding in her laughs saying “Looks like you had fun thank god you’re not dead. But you may want to die after I tell you what I’m about to tell you.” y/n looked at her friend confused saying “What do you need to tell me?”

f/n then said the unthinkable “Seonghwa accidentally sent the video he took of you in the mirror to the group chat.” y/n clicked out of the call opening up the group chat to see the boys now talking about Seonghwa and about how hot y/n looked. y/n then yelled “SEONGHWA! WE NEED TO TALK.” Seonghwa came in with a wet rag saying “Yeah what’s up?” f/n then said “Check the group chat.” Seonghwa grabbed his phone opening the group chat seeing what all happened saying “Oh my god. What did I do..” Wooyoung then texted in the group chat ‘I mean I knew Seonghwa hyung liked being called oppa but who would’ve thought he was into stuff like that. Especially little innocent y/n.’ Seonghwa then said “I’m sorry baby! I’m so sorry!” y/n rolled her eyes saying “I’ll call you later f/n!” f/n waved bye to the girl before she hung up. y/n said “I’m not mad just embarrassed and at least they now know how you treat me.” Seonghwa smiled kissing her lips saying “I love you baby!” y/n kissed him back saying “I love you too! Now can we get cleaned up please I feel all gross and sticky.” Seonghwa nodded saying “Yes baby then we can get some food.”

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darthwheezely · 4 years

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high noon - g.w.

summary: your favorite ranger of the West doesn’t take too kindly to people that try to take what’s his

pairing: cowboy!george x saloon dancer!reader

warnings: NSFW/SMUT MINORS DNI: unprotected sex, gun kink, oral sex (male receiving), mentions of possible prostitution, alcohol, gun violence, brief non consensual touching, pet kink (being called a foal and a mare), breeding kink, rough sex, fingering

THIGHS ARE LABELLED AS MILKY WHITE BECAUSE WHITE -ISH FULL BODY MAKEUP WAS V COMMON FOR CANCAN DANCERS

a/n: i actually wrote this back in february for my friend mads @lumosandnoxwriting and i just also wanted to share it here - also she gave me an idea for a part two so - hopefully that’ll be a thing sometime soon!

The saloon was crowded. A bit too crowded.

George didn’t like crowded,the amount of people in the saloon (really men, let’s be honest) always gave him a bit of a case of the jitters, his hand always sliding to his holster just to make sure his gun was still intact. He hated having witnesses in case something (or someone) went wrong.

Right now, his eyes were glued to you up on that stage, his hands shootin’ whiskey as he watched you on stage, your deep crimson dress flicking up as you kicked your legs. This was George’s favorite time, watching you in your tight corset and dress, kicking up and bending over and flashing your skivvies as his rum brown eyes focused on you like a hawk.

He had long thought about the way your chest was all the way pushed up and your thighs milky white and pulsing with vitality, and in fact had many a round with you in that state. Maybe it was the garish rouge on your cheeks or the way your hair bounced as you heaved in breaths, or maybe the way you smiled cheekily at the audience: but by God, you were doing a shit ton more than dancing tonight.

Your usual nights of lovemaking and fucking were upstairs above the stage and the saloon itself, the cheap beds in the inn and the smells of sweat and gunpowder in the air as you spent hours bouncing on him, your garters and corset the only things left on your body as you rode him like a bronco.

Tonight, though, things were a bit different. George had noticed you being sought after and stared at by none other than Sherriff Diggory. The boy had had an eye on you since he discovered you an unmarried woman, unable to keep his pockets and mouth away from the saloon owner, Mr. Carrow. Carrow saw you as the prize winner, and because of that, was incredibly forceful of Cedric’s advances.

George knew this, but tonight?

Enough was enough.

You had been kicking up your skirts and doing your usual routine, flashing an O shape of your mouth for extra spice at your lover, a smirk dripping from his mouth. However, his opponent Diggory decided he’d make a bold move as he watched you dance. With a flick of his tongue, he got on the edge of his seat and waited until you were all the way bent over, slapping your ass, the crowd roaring in hilarity. It was then that George snapped, your face tightly smiling to recover from the pain you’d been caused.

George fingered his holster and took another shot of his whiskey.

You made your way back to the front of the saloon with the other dancers, all of them cooing and laughing at Miss Y/N, the girl who got touched by Cedric Fuckin’ Diggory.

How grand.

The men had started to paw at you from the moment you got the gig. You were gorgeous, a light afresh in a dark corner. And the men knew that. You had locked eyes with George, you began to make your way over to him, when Cedric stepped in front of you.

“Miss Y/N, could I have a word?”

“Mr. Diggory, please I need to be on my way-“ you started sheepishly before he grabbed your arm.

“I don’t think you have the right to say no to me do you, girl?” He growled, before you heard the familiar click of a gun.

“I’m sorry, fella, what was that?” You turned to see your lover, your only man you willingly accepted into your bed with his pistol cocked directly at Cedric’s temple. Cedric dropped your arm and held his hands in the air.

“George, p-please it was just a-“

“Now, Ceddy, I think we both know a comment from a harassment and you’re a rich boy, and certainly not a dumb one,” he began to push his head and therefore, his body, towards the stage. All was silent in the saloon, the familiar piano and cleaning of glasses no longer a symphony. You watched your boyfriend, angry and tense, his arms practically bursting out of his button up shirt with the gun to your harassers head and had to bite your lip from groaning at the sight.

“Go on, pardner, dance for me,” George said stepping back behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a kiss to your neck as he again motioned for Cedric to dance.

“Go on. Dance.” George spat. When Cedric refused to answer, George nodded to himself, smiling harshly, and firing shots all around Cedric’s feet, causing him to jump violently as to avoid getting shot at. The crowd in the saloon hollered with laughter at the man on the stage jumping frantically and screaming at the violent noises, and you felt your core tighten at the way George was holding your waist with one hand and ruining this man with the other. Your knees buckled at the feeling of George’s mouth on your neck before he finally slid the pistol back into his holster, and took your hand, sliding you away from the crowd.

Time to take you for a ride.

From the minute the door shut to the inn room, he was on you like a cat, his mouth angrily and roughly moving against yours while his calloused and adorned hands pressed you against the wall. He needed to claim you, his jealousy and anger swelling in his chest the entire night.

“Was my little foal excited to see me?” He murmured in your ear, his hands sliding up the back of your thighs to pick you up, his eyes drawn to the way your breasts heaved and were practically exposed to the entirety of him. He found your mouth again as he lifted you and brought you to the bed, his hands already working at the stays of your dress, pulling the bodice and skirt off completely - leaving you in only garters, skivvies, and your corset.

“Y/N, you liked that didn’t you?” He chuckled running his hands along the smooth skin of your thighs.

“Liked what, Georgie?” You whispered breathily. He looked directly at you and slapped your thighs, your gasp and the reverberated noise echoing in the room.

“Don’t be cute, you liked how I was firing my shooter at Cedric, didn’t you?” His lips curled in a sly grin as he watched your eyes widen in embarrassment.

“N-no, Georgie, of course not,” you whined shaking your head vehemently. He tutted and dragged a finger up your clothed core, watching your eyes flutter close.

“Hmm. I think you’re lying, baby,” he purred, his hands picking up from her legs and to his holster, toying with the gun in his hands.

“I think you liked it.” He grinned wider as you shifted, the embarrassment that your thighs had indeed been soaked to the brim with arousal, clear to George as he dipped his fingers into your dripping cunt, his thumb orbiting on your clit as you arched your back.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you love my gun,” he pressed his thumb harder onto your clit as you cried out weakly.

“Y-yes, Georgie, love your pistol so much, love when you cock it, please” you weakly tried to pull yourself up but George was always faster. In an instant he pressed the unloaded gun to the center of your chest.

“You trust me, baby?” He cooed.

“Always, Georgie.” You whimpered, nodding. He licked his bottom lip and began dragging the pistol around your breasts to your nipple pushing and flicking the hardened bud lightly.

“George, touch me, please” you gasped, your back screaming from how far you were pushing it up. He just shook his head and chuckled the barrel of the gun drifting until it was dipping under your panties, a high whine eliciting from your throat.

“Y/N, baby, you want these off?”

“Mhm…”

“Then you gotta beg, baby.”

“George, please, I need you to, been wanting and waiting so bad,” he began to toy with your skivvies, slowly pulling them down.

“Who were you dancing for up there, baby? Was it Cedric? Or Carrow? Or Adrian? Or Fred even?”

“No, Georgie, just you, only ever for you - oh” George had dipped the gun into you, your pussy finally clenching around what it needed. His pistol was warm, temperature fresh from being shot at the Diggory bastard not but an hour ago. George was moving it deliciously in your cunt, moving you like a stand up doll, controlling every mechanization of your body with every thrust.

“George, please, let me suck your cock,” you moved to sit up and this time George let you, immediately pulling the gun from your cunt and letting it hang on your bottom lip. His mouth was watering as you immediately began to lick the barrel, tasting yourself on the pistol, before he sank it into your mouth. He’d swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful, his woman with his gun in her mouth, sucking like it was a lollipop. Her hands crept to his pants and he didn’t say no, he wanted it, needed it even, to have his cock freed. Your hands went to his bare cock and used your thumb to draw tight but soft circles on his tip. He threw his head back and moaned and pulled the pistol from your mouth.

“Got another barrel I need you to suck, baby cakes,” he winked and your cunt clenched around nothing at his lewd joke. You began kitten licking his cockhead, watching as a line of saliva pulled from your mouth before sliding your lips further down where he needed you. Your hands came to wrap around the flesh you couldn’t reach, and the sounds of his sinful groans and gasps only spurred you on. You bobbed your mouth around him, taking in the taste of him, he tasted like he always did, of Amber whiskey and cheap spice - but to you he tasted like the finest wine you’d ever drank. Sucking on George was a luxury experience, and you relished it everytime.

He started fucking into your mouth and throat, his massive length pushing further into you where you needed it, but gagging around him nonetheless. He loudly gasped and fisted your hair, pulling you harder.

“Fuck, Y/N, just...just taking me so good, love how sinful you look, sucking on me like that.” You hummed around him, the vibrations thrumming around his body. He quickly took one of his hands from your hair and picked up his pistol, bringing it to your clit.

“Babygirl gets a treat, ain’t that right?” He chuckled breathily, his pistol pressing harder on your clit as he was pushed on by your whines. The pistol was toying with you like the man in your mouth, but you could feel his release coming, his telltale signs and sounds erupting all in front of you.

“That’s it, my precious mare, good job,Y/N, good fucking job,” he praised harshly, his hips sloppily jolting in your mouth.

“Oh God, oh fuck, Y/N” he groaned, and with a cry of your name he had barely enough time to pull back and shoot his ammunition down your throat, both his guns pressing where you needed them, bringing you to your release as well. He watched you swallow all of him, his cock already more than half hard at the sight alone, plus his pistol was soaked with you, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean, his eyes on you the whole time.

When he was done he began to undress, his shirt coming off and bearing the brand of when he was imprisoned for dueling in the streets, and the number 5 in Roman numerals - a sign that he was the fifth son of the Weasley clan, a harbored and hallowed family of the West. There was never a time where you didn’t let your eyes drape over every scar and bruise from his daily fights and duels and scuffles. He was a fallen angel, and you his demonic love.

You feverishly helped him strip, giggling at the way your hands pried and peeled clothes from his body, and when he was completely naked, he pinned you back on the bed. His mouth began to suck unholy bruises and marks on the tops of your breasts (“so everyone knows who’s dancing for me”) and his finger trailed a delicate line down the center of your torso to your clit, you whining at the overstimulation.

“Georgie, Georgie need your-“

“I know, baby, I know,” he said softly, prsssing a kiss to your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip. He took his cock in one hand stroking it three times before lining himself up at your entrance, enjoying how you squirmed your hips to try and get him inside you as much as you could.

“So needy, aren’t you?” He quipped, pushing just his tip in her and gasping at the connection.

“Seems you’re just as needy as me, Georgie” you smirked and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in halfway from the pressure. You both moaned lewdly, and it took everything in to pull him out and slam back in, finally fucking into you the way you needed it.

The pace he set was violent, a symphony of skin slapping, you could feel every throb and pulse of his cock inside you as he fucked relentlessly into you. He was hitting every nerve, every sensory bud in your body, and with every thrust and snap of his hips you gasped for breath. He hiked a leg up on one of his shoulders.

“You want me to fill you up, baby? Give you a big fucking litter of my colts?” He growled into your earlobe.

“P-please, George, need so many colts” you whined, him switching arms as he brought up the other leg to his shoulder.

“Yeah? Gonna fill up a whole fucking ranch just with my litter? My babies prancing around in your tummy?” He grunted, circling your clit again. He was close but he would do everything in his power to send you over the edge. He braced your thighs and slapped them hard.

“C’mon, my pretty mare, buck those hips. Gonna prove to me you can handle all my little foals.” You cried out loudly as your stallion sent the last of your strength out the window, your legs and cunt squeezing in a crescendo around him. It was electric, your body seeming to pull him in as fast and hard as you could go. Your nails dug into his back, leaving blood dripping with the brunt force of you.

He continued to fuck into you, your cunt growing sensitive with every push. You knew he was inching you towards your third release, and his his second, his hips and thrust growing sloppier by the second.

“Gonna fucking breed you, need to, baby, please-“

“Yes, George, yes, give me all your colts, love” you cooed. He cried out a loud and rough bark of your name and painted your walls with his release. At the feeling of being filled and being filled alone, you came with him, your juices mixing as you both clutched each other’s bodies. You drank in his warmth of his body, kissing the side of his neck as he slowly rolled his hips forward to accommodate your highs. He went to pull out but you stopped him.

“Not yet,” you whispered. He slid his hands to your cheeks and stroked the apples and kissed you gently.

“Guess we’re gonna have to ride out to the preacher than huh? Can’t have my girl dancing in a cancan house forever, not pregnant.” He whistled softly, his jaunty smirk settling into a soft smile.

“Honey, I-“ you stopped him by taking his hand and pressing it to your tummy.

“Get ready for a ranch, Weasley. You’re gonna need it.”

He chuckled and leaned in.

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