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blingblong55 · 4 months

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The shadow's obsession- Philip Graves NSFW

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Erm...sweats nervously Obsessive stalker! Graves x reader... 🧍🏻‍♀️ "As soon as he saw you he knew that he needed to know everything about you. Every dirty little secret, every private thought and every small detail about you. But of course, talking to you wouldn't do the trick entirely, he needed something more. He's read every file that's ever been written about you. He has your birth certificate, your license, your every text and call you've ever made, every post made on social media, everything. Hes hacked every device so he can watch what you search during the day and what you're doing. He knows things about you that even you don't know about." Drops this and runs away🏃🏻‍♀️ (I moved on from Makarov now it's time for graves 💯💯 I love ur writing sm!! Er i usually request anon cause I request too much..😞😞 YK the popsicle Makarov fic? Requested that anon to.. and also the one where Makarov apologized with money...but now I moved on to graves no more Makarov new year new character 🙏🙏)

---- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, obsessive!Graves, neighbour!Graves, stalker!Graves ----

A/N: Not much smut to be honest, so please don't expect to be fucked in this one....so...yeah.....

Philip sits in the dimly lit flat, one he owned only to be close to you. In his home, there is a room that is filled with screens and various feeds from the hacked devices you owned. How could he not do this? You are such a beautiful thing, of course, he had to keep his eyes on him. You're an obsession. An obsession that consumed him, every moment of his existence revolves around you. From the first time he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one. But, this isn't love in the traditional sense; it's a dark and twisted obsession that gnaws at his soul.

He had developed deep into your life, souring every corner of the internet for information about you. Birth certificates, licenses, social media posts– nothing escaped his grasp. He knows you better than anyone, even more than you know yourself, or so he believes.

Every text, every call, every search query you ever made was meticulously logged and analyzed by him. He watched you from the lens of your own devices, a silent observer in your little world. He knows your routines, fears, and desires and he relishes in the power this gives him over you.

To you, he was just your overly friendly neighbour. He was the man you called when help was needed inside your flat.

His obsession only grew stronger with each passing day, fueled by the way you spoke, and the way your eyes glimmer as you looked at him. It wasn't that you were just being kind, right?

But he wanted you to know him. To know that he is more than just a neighbour, he can be more. He is more.

He was happy this way though, he knew it all. He knows you're single, he knows your body like no other. Hell, he knows your scent, the way your legs shake when you reach your climax and how you try and suppress the moans. He dreams of the day he would finally have you all to himself when you'd see how much he loves you.

But until the day you know how he feels for you, he'll just remain in his bubble. He'll lay in bed, take in the scent of your panties, the same ones he stole, and look at the videos he has of your showering, touching yourself and moaning. For you're his everything, his reason for living in a world consumed by darkness.

As days turned to weeks and the weeks into months, his obsession with you only intensified. He found himself unable to tear his gaze from you, his every waking thought consumed by your presence. He began to lose himself in fantasies of what it would be like to finally sleep by your side, to hold you in his arms and whisper his darkest desires into your ear.

But even as he dreamed of a future where he had you, he knew his fantasies were just delusions of his own making. He is addicted to the thrill of watching you, to the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins every time you appeared on one of his screens. You're a drug.

The same drug that has his fist around his throbbing cock. Moans escape the same ones that call for you. Pre-cum leaks down his shaft. Your panties by his nose. What an addicting scent you have. In his screen, he has you, fingering and playing with that sweet pussy. Your moans and whimpers are all for him to enjoy. As you play with one of your nipples, he finds himself wishing to be the one to worship those precious tits of yours.

He only allows himself to cum when you do. That's the one rule and it's all so he can be prepared for when he has you right in front of him.

Times go on, men you've met disappear, and one by one they mysteriously leave town.

5 in the morning and there you went, regular morning walk, same streets, same speed and always listening to the same playlist. Those thighs of yours, only made his hands want to explore every inch of them. Leave his marks on them for all to see.

His train of thought gets interrupted when he sees a man approach you. Graves, being the man he is, always kept his distance from you as you jogged, never trying to engage with you but rather just watching to understand you. This time, he can't just let this man be close to you. Who is he? He certainly isn't someone you know, Graves would've known if you were talking to this man.

Your soft voice fills his ears as you smile and talk with this stranger. Your smile is as beautiful as day but why must you insist on smiling to this man? Philip is right there, why can't he have all your smiles? Love him. Love him. Love him. LOVE him. Love HIM. LOVE HIM. LOVE HIM Y/N!

"Love me," he whispers as he approaches you. "Oh, hi," you softly say as you recognise your neighbour. "Hey, who is this?" A little too forward, no? He thinks. "This is," you turn to the man. "Robert," he answers with a kind smile. "Ah, I see, well, I'm Philip," he says as he stands closer to you.

An awkward conversation later and Philip finally has you where he wanted. Sitting on a bench as you two talk, something he rarely got to do. "And my mum was a teacher, that's where the nickname came from," you mention casually. Of course, he knew this, he knows it all, remember? "And for a pretty lady like you, it suits you," he compliments and with barely any notice from you, he scoots closer.

If only you knew he has all he needed to know in files. A man like him is organised. He just wants to know if you'd ever lie. Do you?

An hour passed, shared laughter, more than small talk and he knew it well. You were a person who told the truth. Oh, what a darling of a girl you are.

With smooth talk, he tells you to join him for dinner. Not an ask, he knows you like men who know what they want. It's the same thing he heard you tell your friends over the phone.

Once he makes it back to his place, after dropping you at your flat, he sits in his room, watches and listens as you tell your friends about him. A smile creeps into his lips. "That's right, darlin' tell 'em, let 'em know about the man who will own that every needy heart," he says to himself.

With time, the more you spend with him, the more he finds himself pleased with the idea of how you feel inside. He wishes to know what exactly excites you about him. Sure he knows you blush when he drops you off at your place and kisses your cheek, but does his accent excite you? Does the idea of him being such a gentleman bring butterflies to you? Do you like how he knows your favourite treats?

Why is he so perfect? You ask yourself. How come he knows that you love to watch rom-coms? How does he know you cry over romance scenes? Why does he kiss you in the rain? Why does he know you smile so much because you always wanted that? Why does dancing in the rain make you excited? Are you falling in love?

Oh....you are in love, aren't you? Is this why you asked him to have a casual date? It's why he's now holding you in his arms as you two watch 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' right?

Do you love him?

Do you love me? He thinks when you look up at him. Your heart racing as he smiles. His hands cup your so sweet face, "Yes, darlin'?" How does he know you this well? You lean in and kiss him. What a sweet thing.

From here on, not only does he obsess over you, but he worships you. You're the newfound religion. You're the sun and he the planets.

There is something so dark and twisted, something so macabre that it almost makes his love holy.

You are what the shadows love.

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ghostofthesoul · 5 months

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Heard you're looking for an idea for Graves, so perhaps Graves fell for one of the Shadows' sibling? Y/N visiting work one day to drop something off for their brother and Graves was there so he ended up pestering the Shadow for a chance to get to know them

Thank you so much for the inbox and very sorry for the wait. Hope i did you justice and i really hope you will enjoy reading this. :3

Below: Philip Graves x F.Reader, Y/N used and reader has a set family name. Fluff and funny content anyone can read it.

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Siren Beaty

It was a bright sunny morning at the base Philip was just about to call a meeting with the Shadows when a young pretty thing walked in the door. Looking around like a wandering baby deer when it realized it’s mom was nowhere to be found.

The beautiful woman was a mystery, Graves would have remembered a face like that, a face that looked like a siren waiting for a man to fall for her game. Graves felt his breath hitch when the girl made eye contact with him. Looking across the room, looking across all the men there but only making eye contact with him, not giving anyone else a second look but still looking at him.

You could only imagine Philips face when the beauty took a step in his direction.

He didn’t want it to be obvious that he was looking at her before so he turned his head to look at his men like he was just there to make sure everything was good and dandy.

“Sorry Sir? Could you help me?” asked the girl with the sweetest voice, it felt like crackling wood in a winter day, warm and homey. Philip could already see there future together even before he looked at the little lady before him.

He turned in the direction of the honey voice.

“Pretty sure I’ll know the answer” was the response, to Graves’ defense he didn’t want to sound cocky, it’s just the way he talks. He wanted to smack himself for sounding like any other prick would. His only reasonable option was to smile and hope it takes her mind off of his not so friendly first impression. That southern smile would make anyone drop their panties faster than lighting, but our mystery girl had self-control as it seemed. She smiled back so in Philips eyes it was a win.

“I’m looking for someone, maybe you could help me find him Mr.Graves?”

The gears turned in the Commanders head. How could she know his name if he was seeing her for the first time?

“Do I know you sweetheart?” he asked confusion clearly written on his features.

“No Sir, I’m looking for Sergeant Miller, he told me your name.”

“Ah the Sergeant.. I can call in for him if you want? What should i say who’s looking for him?” Graves was desperate for a name or some sort of information about the lady …looking for another man…

“Y/N Miller” Graves’ hearth could be heard as it cracked a little. So that means she is taken, by none other than one of his men.

“Wife I assume.” Philip smiled but it did not reach his eyes, it was only for formalities, to not look rude in her eyes.

She laughed, her eyes crinkled.

“Oh god no, no he is my brother.” She said after she calmed down. For some reason this piece of information took a lot of weight off Graves’ shoulders. Philip smiled gently and placed his hand on the small of her back.

“Good to know,” he muttered “good to know..” as he lead her to her brother. When they made their way back to the sleeping quarters Y/N fled as soon as she saw her brother.

“Hey big bro!” She yelled to get the Sergeants attention, Miller turned around and already opened his arms to give her a hug.

“Hi there sis,” he said as he held her “did you get here easy?”

“Yeah, actually Mr.Graves here was nice enough to lead me to you.”

Miller looked up to see Philip standing just at the doorway and nodded “Appreciate it Sir.”

Graves just nodded back in a way to gesture it was no big deal, then looked at Y/N and smiled “It was nice to meet you Ms.Miller.” then he left not waiting for an answer, he didn’t want to disturb the siblings any longer.

Y/N looked at the door and smiled for a few seconds until she was pulled out of her gaze by her brother.

“Don’t even think about it Y/N.” he said and smacked her shoulder.

Y/N turned around to face the Sergeant and showed the tupperware she was holding in his chest “You left this at home dumbass” she smiled as Miller made a face like it was the most physically hurtful thing anyone has done to him.

Two days later:

Graves was on a mission, not on a real one, but this was as important to him as a real mission would be. He couldn’t keep the beauty out of his head. He made his way to the sleeping quarters looking for Sergeant Miller specifically, when he spotted him across the room laughing with te other he took advantage of who he was.

“Everyone out, Miller you stay here!” Graves shouted as everyone scrambled onto their feet and out of the door with a “Yep-Yep” being heard by all of them.

Miller stood with his hand raised to his forehead waiting for anything to come as Graves’ voice didn’t sound quite pleasant.

“Relax Sergeant i only have a question.” this made Miller visibly relax as he knew he did nothing wrong this time.

“What can i help you with sir?” still being careful.

Graves cleared his throat “.. Is your.. khmm.. sister single by any chance?”

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alder-saan · 1 year

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His sister .2

Larissa Weems x normie! reader

link part 1

NSFW, heavy smut, almost only smut, pwp, masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, shapeshifting cock, dom! Larissa, sub! reader, mistress kink, reader being tied with Larissa's stockings, blind kink, breeding kink, usage of safe word, fluff towards the end, aftercare.

words count: 3.5k

A/N: I'm sorry it took me soooooo long to write, and also, I know I'm not the best at writing smut but I try, okay? (yes, writing some pwp wasn't the best idea but eh)

You had spent the afternoon thinking about her, without being able to touch her, without being able to look at her too much, since Philip was there. He had taken the afternoon off to show Larissa around the city. Your husband, his sister and you went to the museum, which he never took you to because he always told you to be on your own.

You spent the evening trying to be alone with Larissa.

Philip was faster than Larissa and you, which gave you time to try something. You couldn’t focus on the paintings anyway. While she was looking at one, you sat next to her, on the bench seat, your hand brushing hers. She did not take her eyes off the picture, and she did not move her hand, but a faint smile lit up her face. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. She was so beautiful, her smile was so beautiful, and it was even more, knowing you were the one who caused it.

“Darling, you should at least pretend to look at the artworks…”

Lord, the pet name. She was driving you crazy.

“You are an artwork, Larissa,” you replied, fluttering your eyelashes.

She let out a slight chuckle and moved her hand to your thigh. You shivered when you felt her hand slowly finding a way under your skirt. Her fingers ran over your tights, and your skin tensed under the electrical touch.

“You little flirt, do I have to remind you that your husband is in the next room?”

She was still looking at Nero, looking at Roma burning in his golden frame, while playing with you, lingering her fingers closer and closer to your inner thigh, going back, drawing small circles on your knee, and then coming again on your inner thigh. You couldn’t help but hold your breath each time her fingers passed near your panties. Wet. Of course.

“I wish he wasn’t” you whispered, trying to hide the arousal in your voice.

“I do so, Love. I'm staying with you for the week, so please be patient.”

She removed her hand, and you clenched your legs together, trying to keep the feeling of her fingers on you. You watched her standing up, and bending down to your ear.

“Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, she walked away, as if nothing just happened, leaving you as red as the Roman emperor’s toga on the painting.

That night, you tried to sleep, but every time you’d close your eyes, she was there, demanding you to be a good girl. You could still feel her hand on your thigh, and you wanted so much more. That was probably not what a good girl would do but… She would never know, would she? Your hands reached your breasts, and you massaged them, while an imaginary Larissa was kissing your neck, leaving imaginary red lips stains, and imaginary fingers were lingering on your thighs, drawing small circles closer and closer to your cunt. What if she left red marks on your thighs too? You opened your legs and imagined her in between, kissing them, licking them, slowly going up your shanks and thighs.

“Be a good girl for me, Darling,” she’d say.

“Yes, yes I’m a good girl” you whispered in your bed “Please, please fuck me.”

“So needy…”

Your hand went down your belly, and you circled your clit with your fingers, imagining Larissa's tongue doing this. Your other hand was still massaging your breast. You wanted to moan aloud, but your husband was right next to you, and you couldn’t risk waking him. So you continued, entering two fingers into your pussy. Your fingers moved inside you, almost automatically, as you knew what gave you pleasure. You wondered if she was thinking about you… Maybe she was touching herself like you were doing. Maybe she was moaning your name, in her room, legs spread, a hand between them.

Imagining her masturbating turned you even more on. You yearned to feel her soft pale skin under your hands, to grab her breast, to kiss her red lips, her neck, her belly. You wanted to be between those gorgeous legs, tasting her pussy while she’d bury her fingers into your hair, whining, moaning.

You desired to worship her divine body.

You woke up in the morning, much later than you usually did. The sun was not brushing the skin on your arm. The sunlight was already on the floor. You yawned and got up. A shirt put on, you went out of your room, only to notice Larissa was there, sitting on the couch in the living room. You blushed, remembering what you imagined last night, and realising you were entirely naked under your oversize shirt, while she was perfectly dressed and made up. But she hadn’t fixed her hair in her usual updo, and the silver locks were falling on her shoulders. It was… ethereal.

“Good morning, Larissa.”

“Good morning, Darling. Did you enjoy your night?”

Your face went even redder. Did she know? How?

“Uh…” you cleared your throat “Yes, I did, thank you, what about you? Did you sleep well?”

“Not really I’m afraid,” she said, grabbing the mug on the little table near the sofa.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Why did you have a bad night? Maybe I can help-”

“I never said I had a bad night, Dear. To be honest, it was pretty lovely, thinking about you.”

“Oh uh… ah!”

Had she… thought about you in THAT way? By the way, you had been thinking about her all night? You were bright red, remembering your night.

“Come on, sit with me.”

She put her hand on the couch, next to her.

“I’m- I get dressed and I-”

“No, you can stay in your shirt… I like the view.”

She wasn’t even trying to hide her look on your legs. You swallowed, seeing her blue eyes running up your legs. You tried to show her a confident smile and came to sit next to her. She put the mug back on the table and her hand came to your knee. It was warm. Your heart skipped a beat under her soft gaze.

“Philip told me he wouldn’t be there for lunch… that means we are alone all day.”

“Oh… uh, that’s cool”

You couldn’t focus on anything, her thumb brushing the skin on your thigh. Your whole body was warming, your heart was racing.

“Do you know what I was thinking about, tonight?”

Her hand travelled slowly to your inner thigh.

“Uh, no? I don’t?” You hated how shy you sounded.

“I was thinking about you, crying my name while I destroyed you.”

She moved her fingers closer and closer to your aching core. You let out a little whine and blushed, hearing it.

“Yes, quite like that, Darling.”

She caught your lips with hers, a hand on your chest to lay you on the couch. Her knee went between your legs, and her hands took your wrists.

Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, went your heart against your ribcage.

You couldn’t believe you were under her, while two seconds before you were still standing. Her sapphire eyes stared at you, her smooth knee coming closer and closer to your pussy, moving the shirt up your legs, your cheeks, tickled by Larissa’s silver hair, warmed, and you bet they were bright red. As she deepened the kiss, a moan escaped from your throat. Her tongue brushed yours, and you buried your fingers into her locks. She only broke the kiss because you were breathless.

“Darling, I’m gonna destroy you. If at one point you want me to stop, say ‘red’, and I’ll stop at that very second, okay?”

You nodded, feeling the heat getting to your lower belly. ‘Destroy’ on her lips sounded good to your ears, and the way she said it, so calm, so still the way she’d say ‘I like tea’, made it sound even better. It was a fact. She was going to destroy you. And you were going to enjoy it.

“I want to hear you, dear. Is that okay?”

“O-okay,” you whispered

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Okay!”

“Good girl,” she purred, “now strip.”

You unbuttoned your shirt one by one. She was watching you, her pupil growing larger. It seemed to be too slow to her taste because she pushed your hands away to do it herself, almost ripping the fabric off… Her lips crashed onto yours, her hands massaged your naked breasts. Your cunt was dripping against her knee, and you bucked your hips to make it stimulate your clit. She stopped touching you.

“Pet, here I’m in command. You are not allowed to do anything. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good pet.”

She kissed your breasts, licking one of your nipples, sucking it. Her tongue on your skin was so soft. You whined in half pain, half pleasure when she nibbled your bosom. Your fingers dug into her back. She sucked your skin so hard you knew you would have dark red marks at these spots.

You wanted to touch her, as she touched you. You wanted to feel her soft skin, to taste it. Your hands went down her back and tried to slip under her skirt. Larissa sighed against your breasts.

“Don’t make me tie you, pet.”

“Was that supposed to be a threat?” you whispered while caressing her skin under the fabric.

She laughed, her lips against your skin, and her breath tickled you. She moved up your chest and neck, her lips brushing against you, ending near your ear and parting to murmur.

“Such a little slut who wants to be tied while I fuck her.”

“Yes, Mistress, I want to be tied while you fuck me, please!” you squealed

“A well-mannered slut, then.”

While sucking and licking your neck and your earlobe, she removed her skin tone stockings. Both of your hands were caught in her grasp and tied with one of her long socks. The other, she used it to fasten your wrists to the couch. You knew you could move, you could untie you. The stockings were elastic enough for you to go. But you didn’t want to. You wanted her to use you.

She directly spread your legs and put her head in between to kiss your thighs, making you shudder each time her lips met your skin. She gently nibbled it, and then her tongue drew a path to your cunt. She teased your folds with it, humming at the scent and taste of your arousal.

“You taste so good, pet”

You whined at the sound of her voice, and she chuckled.

“And you’re already so wet…”

She was right, she had barely touched you and you were already at the edge. She lapped your clit, and you whined at the sudden sensation. She smiled against your pussy, and you moaned at the waves of heat that went through your whole body. She grabbed your ass with her hands and teased your little bundle of nerves with her tongue. You let out sinful whines, much louder than you ever could imagine sounding. She hummed against your cunt and sucked your clit. You were squirming to try to feel as much pleasure as possible, to be in the best possible position. She tsked.

“Don’t move, pet.”

You immediately stopped, and she purred against your pussy,. Her tongue and lips tickled your clit again, and soon you knew you were about to come.

“M- Mistress I-”

“Wait, pet. I’ll tell you when you may come.”

She continued licking your clit, and you tried to hold. But it was almost hurting you, at this point.

“P- Please, ah, Mistress, please, let me…”

“Such a good girl, begging me like this… You may come, pet.”

And you came on your couch, Larissa’s head between your thighs. Your heart was hammering in your ears, and you slowly caught your breath. You began to move but she pinned you against the sofa.

“I’m not done with you, pet.”

You were still breathless, but your cunt didn’t care. It wanted Larissa again. You watched her unbutton her shirt.

“What’s that look for, pet?”

You closed your watering mouth.

“What look?”

“You look like you want to eat me up. Your turn will come, pet. But for now, let me take care of you.”

You stared at her chest, hidden by red _matching her lips_ and lace bras. She bent over you and placed her shirt on your face.

“Wha-”

“Relax, pet.”

She tied the sleeves behind your head. The texture of the fabric, the fabric you knew was on her skin just a moment before, was so soft on your cheeks. It now covered your eyes, you could only see a blue light passing through the blue shirt. You tried to guess where she was by watching the shadows passing on it. She was near, she was near your head, at the right of it. You felt her lips on your neck, once again. So she was right there. The fact you didn’t know exactly where she was scared you a little but also aroused you. Her hands wandering on your chest, her tongue lingering on your neck made you more and more needy for her. But what turned you on the most, was imagining she could do anything with you. You could never know what part of your body she was kissing next. Was it your breasts? No, your stomach. Then maybe your neck again? No, your lips.

She kissed your whole body like this, specifically avoiding the aching part between your legs. Then her fingers brushed against your belly. You gasped as her fingertips awoke in you hundreds of butterflies by simply touching your skin.

She parted your legs, by simply touching your ankles. She sat between them. One of her hands stayed on your ankle and passed under it. Now it slowly moved towards your calf and reached your popliteal fossa. She lifted it, high enough to place it on her shoulder. She lowered her hands lengthwise to your soft thigh and placed a kiss on your knee.

You sighed in pleasure as you understood she was going to fuck you again. Her fingertips teased your soaked folds, coating them with your arousal. She continued for a few seconds, and you whined.

"What's wrong, pet?" she innocently said.

"Please…"

"Please what? Pet, I can't guess what you want."

"I need you… inside me… Mistress, please."

She entered two fingers deep inside your drenched cunt and you squealed. She removed them and sank them, again and again, the rhythm clouding your mind. You moaned, covering the wet noises her fingers produced going in and out of your pussy.

"M…More," you whined, "Mistress, please."

Your walls fluttered around her phalanxes, and she crooked them inside you. You were so sensitive, she was already driving you near the edge. Her fingers twirled inside you, knowing exactly where your most sensitive spot was. She most definitely had had dozens and dozens of partners, she knew how to please a woman, and the idea of being one of these women turned you even more on. Your whole body was shaking, and you were sure the neighbour could hear your screams.

"Mistress I-"

She continued tickling you.

"Yes, pet?"

"I'm gonna… Please, let-let me come"

"Alright, pet, come on my fingers."

Something snapped inside you. The heat reached your whole body, and you let it out, moaning her name.

Her fingers left the place to an aching void in your cunt, and you heard a sucking noise, and then she hummed in delight. She was licking your arousal on her hand.

"I-I wish you had a strap-on right now," you panted out.

"Do you?" she asked, "do you want me to take you with my cock?"

"Yes…" you whispered.

She took your hand and led it to the soft skin of her stomach, and she lowered it. You first felt her lace panties _when did she have removed her skirt? You didn't know_ and then a lump between her legs.

"I don't need any strap-on, pet," she growled.

You let out a little cry of surprise.

"Want me to take you?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Mmmh, good pet," she purred.

You heard the sound of fabric slipping on skin, she was removing her panties. Then, you felt something hard and hot on your thigh, making you shudder. But she didn’t touch you more than that. You saw a shadow passing over you. She most likely was leaning over you, but you didn’t know why. Suddenly, your hands could move. They were still tied together, true, but they weren’t attached to the couch anymore. She placed her hands on your back and lifted it until you were sitting. Then her hands reached your waist, and she led you on her laps. You were still blinded by her shirt, you couldn’t see anything, but you felt her _hard_ dick against your inner thighs, and that you were coating it with your arousal. Your teeth sank into your lower lip at the touch of it. Your legs, on either side of her waist, tried to clench together, and you placed your still tied hands behind her head, your arms on either side of her neck. She approached your head, and her nipples brushed against the underside of your breasts. You rut your clit against her tip, stimulating you.

“Stop that, pet, I’m in command here,” She whispered in your ear.

"I'm sorry mistress," you squealed.

She growled and bit your neck licking your skin, sucking it. Her hardness against your inner thigh was unbearable at this point. You could feel the heat against your slit, and you wanted nothing but to feel it inside your slit.

“Please, take me.”

“So needy.”

She firmly grabbed your ass with one of her hands, and with the other, helped her cock enter in you. You hummed in delight, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to her, neck she willingly kissed and sucked as if it was nothing but a candy. You undulated against her, feeling her filling you. Her second hand took your ass, and she helped you engage the movement of rocking your hips against her.

“You feel so good around me, pet, so good…” she husked.

She buried her head in your breasts, her fingers dug into your hips. The slight pain you felt made you moan. She tightened her grip, and started pounding you on her laps. Your back arched even more _as if it was even possible_ making her hit the right spot each time.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“Kiss me, aah, p-lease, k-kiss me,” you panted out.

She captured your lips with hers, they were wet. Your tongue brushed against hers, and you swallowed her moans as well as she swallowed your whines, that you released in the rhythm of your thighs clashing against her laps. Your arousal was dripping on her cock, that was filling every inch of you. The heat you felt in your lower belly seemed insatiable. You wanted it to go faster, so you accelerated the pounding, and she bit your lower lip.

“You like that, riding your husband’s sister’s dick, right?”

“Yes,” you almost cried, unashamed.

“I want to come inside you, pet”

Your legs were shaking. You wanted her to fill you with her cum, to make you hers. But it took a few seconds for your clouded mind to process things.

“Do it, please ”

She pressed you against her, your breasts crushed against her chest, her lips eating up your neck, she mumbled something you couldn’t understand, too busy moaning your own insanities and her name. She came inside you, and the feeling of her hot cum inside you brought you over the edge. You came too, a few seconds after her, crying.

You tried to catch your breath, and she kissed your shoulders.

“I-I can’t take it anymore,” you breathed out.

“Red?” she asked.

“Yes, red,” you replied.

She untied her shirt, and it fell before your eyes, revealing her head, her messy hair, her blown pupils. Your lips crashed on hers, and you removed your hands from the stockings that held them, breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she whispered against your lips, “now let’s clean you up.”

She helped you stand up, as your legs were weak.

“Do you want to… take a bath with me?” you asked.

“If you’re offering,” she kissed your nose.

You took her hand and walked to the bathroom, in which you filled the bathtub with hot water and a bit of this lemon perfume you liked. She entered the water and you laid against her, your head on her shoulder, your body between her legs. Her arms wrapped your waist, and you closed your eyes. She was so soft… She gently kissed your hair.

“Sorry, I couldn’t… continue.” you said.

“You have been perfect,” she replied, “It’s okay, and what you did is already a lot. Moreover, we have all week…”

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I KNOW I TOOK SOOOOOOO MUCH TIME!

tag list: @dejavucatcher @yourfavoriteweirdo19 @thoroughly--confused @bobia13 @enchantressb @friedryes @dvrkhcld @weemssapphic @mountain-bikingwitch @philip-15 @tallwomenslaytheday @milfomaniac @larissaweemsgf

I'm sorry if I forgot to mention you <3

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal weems

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bloomingdayswithyou · 11 months

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Hiiiii, can I request a Jaemin X Male Reader with a Sleeping Beauty inspire...Like the forest scene where Aurora and Philip first met...The Male READER is Aurora and Jaemin is Philip....

Thank you...

Enchanted Encounter

Pairing: Philip!Jaemin x Sleeping Beauty!Male!reader

Word count: 625

Warnings: none

Author’s note: I’m not very familiar with Disney movies so apologies in advance if this came out wrong or weird! Hope you like it

In a realm where magic and dreams intertwined, there was a mystical forest known for its enchanting beauty. Within this serene haven, a young man named m/n found himself drawn by an inexplicable force. As he wandered through the ancient trees, a sense of wonder and anticipation filled his heart. Unbeknownst to him, a charming prince named Jaemin was also captivated by the forest's allure. The stories of a legendary sleeping beauty rumored to rest within its depths only added to the intrigue. Determined to explore, Jaemin ventured into the woods with hope in his heart.

It was at twilight when the two paths converged, m/n and Jaemin standing mere meters apart, their eyes locking in astonishment. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging the significance of their encounter.

"M/n...?" Jaemin whispered, the name rolling off his tongue like a familiar melody. In response, m/n could only offer a timid nod, for it felt as though his voice had been enchanted away. The beauty of the prince before him left him breathless, and he couldn't help but feel as if he'd been waiting for this moment his entire life. In the magical twilight, time seemed to slow, and Jaemin took a step forward, drawn to m/n like a moth to a flame. The connection between them was undeniable, as if their souls had recognized each other across lifetimes.

"M/n, you are like a dream come true," Jaemin whispered, his gaze tender and filled with admiration. "I have searched for someone like you, someone who would awaken my heart and fill my days with light." Every word Jaemin spoke felt like a gentle caress, and m/n felt his cheeks flush with warmth. It was as if he had been living in a slumber, waiting for his true love to come and wake him from his deep sleep.

"I... I've always felt as though I was waiting for something, someone," (Reader) finally managed to confess, his heart pounding in his chest. "And now that I've found you, it's as if all my dreams have come true." With a soft smile, Jaemin stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch m/n's cheek. "Then let me be the one to wake you from your slumber, to break the curse that kept us apart," he said with determination.

As their hands intertwined, the enchantment of the forest seemed to intensify, weaving its magic around them. The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and the trees swayed as if dancing to an otherworldly tune. With the courage of true love, Jaemin leaned in, his lips meeting m/n's in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that held the promise of a new beginning, a union of hearts destined to be together.

In that moment, m/n felt as if he was floating on air, his heart soaring with joy. The curse that had kept him apart from his true love was breaking, and a profound sense of freedom washed over him. When their lips finally parted, Jaemin looked into m/n's eyes, his own filled with adoration. "I promise to protect you, to cherish and love you for all eternity," he vowed, his words like a sacred oath.

"And I promise to stand by your side, to be your light in the darkness, just as you are mine," M/n replied, his voice unwavering. As they basked in the glow of their newfound love, the forest around them seemed to come alive, celebrating their union. The trees rustled with delight, and the stars twinkled with joy in the night sky. In this enchanted forest, Jaemin and m/n had found a love that transcended time and space, a love that would endure for eternity. As they embraced, they knew that they were no longer bound by curses or fate, but rather guided by the magic of true love's kiss.

Their journey together had just begun, and in the heart of the mystical forest, they knew that their love story would forever be etched in the stars, a tale of two souls finding their happily ever after.

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 2 years

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Once Upon A Dream

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> warnings: none

> note: i based your family [Prince Phillip, King Hubert, etc.] on Disney's Sleeping Beauty.

> most characters came from different series related to the Grimm Brothers stories.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream”

“Oh it's so nice watching them find their happy ever afters!” Dovey gushed at you.

Humming, you nodded and stayed silent. It was a known fact that you, the sister of Prince Philip, has not yet found her own happy ever after. And now, it's most likely that your niece is going to find hers before you.

Speaking of the ever, you heard a squeal and then a body collided with yours. “Aunt Y/N!”

“Careful now, Beatrix.” You held her by the arms and smiled at her. “You wouldn't want your aunt to fall over, would you?”

Beatrix laughed and twirled. “Never!”

“But, I'm here to tell you...” Beatrix leaned and whispered. “Neal kissed me!” Dovey gasped, overhearing the conversation and clapped.

“Oh I'm so happy for you, Beatrix!”

Smiling, Beatrix replied. “Thank you Professor. Now I do believe that a certain prince is waiting for me.” Beatrix winked at you and left.

“Have fun!” You called. “But not too much fun!” You laughed as Beatrix tripped because of embarrassment.

“Oh don't be so strict, Y/N.” Professor Emma Anemone poked your side, causing you to flinch.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “I can't have a new Bellerose running around before my niece even gets to the middle of her story.”

“Bellerose?” Dovey and Anemone asked simultaneously.

“Our surname.”

Professor Anemone nodded and pursed her lips. “I always forget your last name.”

“Well, don't bother memorizing it. King Hubert's last name isn't that special.” You gave a shrug and took a wine glass from a server's tray.

“Yes it is! Don't you remember? You brother slayed–” As Dovey started to narrate the story of your families life, you tuned her out and looked at the window. It was pitch black outside, yet all of you inside were covered by the brightest lights ever imagined.

You only left your reverie when someone knocked the wine glass out of your hands.

“Oh dear! My apologies! I'm so sorry!” You looked down and saw a man's back, he was picking up the shards of the broken glass. Deciding to help, you crouched down and picked up a piece.

“I am really sorry–” The man was cut off as he saw your face.

“Y/N.” You said with a smile, before snapping your finger and all the shards were gone.

Shaking his head, the man stood up and helped you up. “Well, Y/N. I'm really sorry, it's not normal for a prince to bump into princesses.” He shrugged and scratched his nape. “But hey, not everyone needs to be normal.”

You smiled at him and raised you eyebrow. “What's your name? You keep rambling but you never say your name... Prince?”

“Oh! It's Prince James.”

“Prince Charming's brother?”

Prince James gave a chuckle and glanced behind you. “Well, there's my date. I'll see you later Princess Y/N.”

Dovey and Emma crowded around you as Prince James left.

“Not a catch?”

“Too princey?”

Rolling your eyes, you smirked. “More like too occupied with his date.” You pointed to another teacher and Prince James talking.

Dovey and Emma nodded in understanding and left you, again. ‘They really like leaving me alone and then coming back to pester me for some reason.’

Sighing, you grabbed another wine glass and wandered outside. Walking through the corridors of the school, you suddenly remembered what it was like being a student. What is was like being with her–

Huffing, you shook your head and pushed the castle door open. “No, you will not think of her.”

Welcomed by the gentle yet cold breeze of the night, you shivered and regretted not wearing a sleeved gown. You rubbed your palms together and walked towards the side of the bridge.

Leaning against the concrete, you closed your eyes and exhaled. After 18 years, you finally had a moment in silence. Ever since Beatrix was born, you were always beside her, not even having a time for yourself. Although you loved your niece, it was time for her to distance herself from you to finally start her own story.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Singing your sister-in-laws song, you started to dance by yourself. Basking yourself in the moonlight, you didn't even notice a figure looking and watching you dance on the other side of the bridge.

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Clapping was all you heard as you finished your song. After a few moments, you opened your eyes and whirled around, only to see the dean of the school for evil, Lady Lesso.

“Such a marvelous performance, dear.”

“Lesso.”

“What? No thank yous? And I thought Evers were polite.”

“Well spare me from your stereotyping, Lesso.” You huffed and looked away.

Lesso raised her eyebrow and walked towards you, once in front of you, she put her finger under your chin and guided you to look at her. “Look at me when we're talking.”

Narrowing your eyes, you pushed her hands and turned to leave but she caught your wrist and tugged you towards her. “Now now, don't be disrespectful, princess.” she whispered, you felt her presence so close to you that it didn't take you enough strength to lean against her. After all, she was the one tou considered your ‘happy ever after’.

“That's right.” Lesso gripped your waist and put her chin on your shoulder, lightly kissing the bridge between your neck and shoulders.

“This isn't a dream, right?” You whispered, fearing that this was only an illusion made by your own mind.

“Only if you want it to be.”

Lesso brought your hands up and kissed the back of your palms. She closed her eyes and whispered,

“But I have to tell you. For me, this isn't just a once upon a dream.”

#school for good and evil #clarissa dovey #lady lesso #leonora lesso #professor dovey #lady lesso x reader #professor anemone #emma anemone

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saintship · 1 year

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can I request something with Graves? Being his significant other with lupus (I just got diagnosed and it sucks how much I sleep and I can't be in the sun or I get sick) just him comforting his lil girlfriend 🥹✨🙏

I’m sorry, autoimmune diseases are really tough

I hope you enjoy<3

Day off

Graves x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Graves being nice, flare ups, domestic shi

A Sunday to yourselves should be a perfect day—especially since Philip never, ever gets time off. And it was on the outset; late morning light crept through the blinds of your shared room, a golden pattern casted across the bed. He had you nestled beside him in a sweetheart’s cradle, his cheek pressed to your head while yours rested at the edge of his chest. The trouble only started when you woke up.

The air felt too warm, the sleep you’d gotten no better than usual. You tried your best to remove the sheets from over you without waking your boyfriend, but it was futile.

“You’re up early.”

His voice grated with sleep. You loved him, but the world felt like it was too much in that moment. You pried him off of you to sit at the edge of the bed, breathing deeply.

“Hey..” He followed you but kept his hands to himself, settling beside you in just his boxers.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s not you, I just—I think I’m having a flare-up.” You sighed. “I really wish you didn’t have to-"

“Don’t even finish that.” He reached out but paused for a moment. “Can I?”

You nodded, shifting a bit closer. He pulled you into his chest to kiss your head, then the bridge of your nose, then slowly pressed his lips to yours, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He pulled away just an inch, rubbing your shoulder with his other hand.

“I’m with you through everything. It’ll be alright, we’ll get what you need and you’ll feel better soon. Hey.”

He noticed you turning your head away, and held your face in his hands. “This does not define you.”

You grasped his wrists weakly, smiling.

“Thank you.”

“S’what im here for.” He let a few moments pass before quickly sneaking an arm under your legs, the other cradling your back.

“What are you—Phil!”

He lifted you up before faux-slamming you down on the bed, not forgetting to provide sound effects. Your laughter filled the quiet morning, and he grinned as soon as he caught sight of your smile. His arms caged you in, hovering over your body.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, as though it were the most well-known fact on the planet.

You leaned up to kiss him, sighing contentedly when he kissed back with enough fervor to lay your head back on the pillow. Your hands stroked his jaw, then the soft skin behind his ears before carding through his hair. He relaxed into your hands, sighing through his nose. He pulled away for a moment, studying your face.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

#cod requests #call of duty #philip graves #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod philip graves #philip graves x reader

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italoniponic · 2 years

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okay, okay

can I plz request a short story w/ silver using 2nd POV (using you instead of y/n) about him getting kabedonned OR flustered by the reader

bonus if the reader is like smooth, but like teenager-smooth... as in the reader and silver thinks they're acting cool but then lilia's out here sipping tea being like "...cringe, but it is love."

LMAO the whole DIASOMNIA gang watching us fluster silver HELP

everyday I think of my wife and cry

i spend an hour in my bed doing nothing but thinking of him yesterday until midnight

😊 fun!

many thanks in advance~

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, my fellow Cherry! Christ, this ask… where do I even begin talking about this ask?? I tried to blend some of your suggestions together and it really got into a cringe-worthy but funny situation. Reader’s smooth antics are kinda inspired by how Maleficent talked to Philip in the og movie (yk the scenes). And I CURSE tumblr and my own mature mind for sensing a tension I never once saw on those scenes. Not on ship lever or anything but, oh God, it’s… cursed tension, simply cursed tension (I also blame Maleficent’s eye movements, they’re so well animated and this is great and cruel at times) And wow, I already made some sort of cheeky reader for a Riddle request but this reader? This one?! The shameless disastrous flirt? The way I managed to combine two languages pick-up lines?? I was dying in ways I never thought was possible, this is a comedy masterpiece! I really hope you like it! (really) Thanks for the request <3 |

Silver x g!n cheeky and flirtatious reader / ft. diasomnia gang as support /scenario / comedy-kun kabedonned fluff-chan~ / 1,4k words / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Flustered Beauty

You didn't have to wonder or ask how Silver got into that sudden situation because you were the one to blame for it. Let's recap the scene a little.

Once upon a time, a simple and innocent Silver had invited you to spend the afternoon on Diasomnia. You could study, walk around, or just spend time together in his bedroom, eventually sleeping in anticipation of something peculiar happening to you — with the eccentric students there and your own magnet for trouble, that was more normal than it should really be.

But little did he know that in the middle of an empty hallway on the way to his room, you would pin him against a cold gray stone wall. Your strong gaze was lit by the greenish fire of the lamps held by busts of dragons, as if you were one too.

“Silver, Silver, Silver…,” you chuckled, softly. “You shouldn't let your guard down that easily.”

“Well, you really took me by surprise,” Silver commented. Until that moment, unshaken.

“Surprise? Ah, my dear! I’m surprised that I have always set a trap for a peasant and, wow, I catched a prince.”

It was when you lifted Silver's chin with the tip of your index finger that he felt something strange ring in his heart. If it were anyone else, this audacity and manner of speaking to him would be answered with complete indifference or a silent fury in his crystal clear eyes. But with you? His blood boiled, burning with an emotion never seen before.

Although you acted like that with Silver most of the time, he just never quite got it. He knew you were a very open person, able to say anything that came to mind. And despite the confusions that this sometimes caused, the two of you matched very well together.

“Silver, have I already told you how beautiful your eyes are?,” you asked, squinting your own eyes lightly.

Silver's eyes blinked. He felt so inexplicably lost.

“It's a habit, dear. I don't think I can control it. Is that you're so beautiful, Silver…”

“You already said.”

“I said that only about your eyes.”

You grinned. You could feel your hands getting cold from the wall but you were enjoying that so much and Silver was making no effort to escape your hold, something he — as a future knight — knew well how to disarm. Silver was completely focused on you, not a sign of sleep able to distract him.

Perhaps that's why neither of you seemed to notice the presence of a small student nearby, eating a pack of grape-flavored gum bats with silent speed. Lilia was absolutely entertained by that scene and didn't want to interrupt you in any way.

“Silver, is your father a baker?,” he heard you ask.

Silver was going to say something, but you interrupted him.

“It's because you’re quite a bun.”

“That's old even for me,” Lilia almost choked on his gums as he stifled his laughter.

In fact, the story of how Lilia accidentally created this expression on one of his trips out of the Valley of Thorns seventy years ago is quite complicated and interesting, but it is not our focus today.

In the meantime, Malleus passed by and Lilia fastly pulled him behind the stone column where he was hiding. Between whispers that went unnoticed by both of you, Lilia made a summary of the situation and urged extreme caution not to spoil the sweet experience of two lovebirds disastrously courting each other.

“This reminded me that Clover-senpai taught me how to make bread these days,” Silver suddenly commented. The mention of food piqued his appetite. “You want to help me do it?”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you ask me…”

You got closer to Silver and even tried to bite his tie to get it out of his vest, but you gave up midway — it was too difficult and the fabric didn't taste good. This made Silver only reinforce his own conclusion that you must be starving. But you wouldn’t leave him until you saw his face turn into some trace of pink or red.

“I think I left the recipe notebook in my room.”

“Oh, Silver, we've barely started dating and you're already calling me to your room?,” you took your hand away for a moment to touch your face, feigning embarrassment.

“Huh, we were already going there anyway, right?,” the confused boy raised one of his gallant thin silver eyebrows.

“What a hasty boy!”

You patted his torso a few times, as if to censor him, and not even that made Silver get out of his position pressed against the wall. You seemed to be having fun somehow and that sight was enough to make him glad too.

However, far away, Lilia was stealthily biting into the now empty bag of gums, controlling himself not to scold his own son. He knew he should have taught Silver more about those things! You couldn't be the only one to embarrass yourself in that shameless flirtation in the hallway!

Malleus held a sigh, wishing his mentor would somehow keep calm while he himself was covering the mouth of an agitated Sebek. The younger one had appeared a little after the comments about going to the bedroom and he was disgusted that such a scene was happening before the pure eyes of his Young Master.

Sure enough, Silver would hear from everyone after you set him free.

“Do you like being with me?”

Speaking of him, he had asked this question out of the blue. You stared at him steadily, your arm returning to the place next to him.

“Why? Of course I do, Silver. If I love you, it's because I like to be close to you,” you answered sincerely.

“I... I'm glad to hear that.…”

And there it was what you wanted all along.

Silver looked away slightly, eyes that aroused envy in sapphires and diamonds were then set in some corner, far away from you. His face, made of the most refined marble, acquired a beautiful rosy tone on the cheekbones, a symbol of pure and honest shyness. The cherry on top was how his lips that looked like delicate white rose petals were closed in a light, contented smile.

But such an expression held a very strong power that you were not yet ready to receive. As if a sword pierced through your heart, you staggered away from Silver and held on to the other part of the wall. You could feel the redness of your defeated face.

Silver didn’t succumb to embarrassment for any of your insistent compliments or your double meaning jokes, but for a mere confirmation that his company was good. Curse him! But also, bless his heart! You really chose a prince as a boyfriend and now you could only suffer the consequences as much as enjoy the good times.

“Are you okay?,” Silver approached you, worried. “Do you feel ill?”

“Yes… yes, I am ill, Silver... and you’re my cure!,” you threw yourself into his arms, being held firmly no matter how much you were melting right there.

“But I'm not a doctor.”

He said that but suddenly an idea came to mind — a dangerous thing if you asked anyone who had known Silver for more than a year.

Still with you in his arms and feeling his own heart pounding in the uncertainty of you not liking what he was going to do, Silver pulled you closer and planted a small kiss on your forehead. That was unexpected. Very unexpected.

You stared at him in surprise, touching your forehead sheepishly as Silver held your gaze. Even when the flush of his cheeks remained there, untouched.

“You asked for a cure and a kiss always solves everything in the end,” Silver answered a question that you didn't even ask, his tone softer than silk.

It broke you in such a way that you didn't even know how to act anymore. Luckily, Silver remembered that you were supposed to make bread and that probably would satisfy your malaise, arising from your apparent — and actually non-existing — hunger.

So, as he carried you in his arms to his bedroom, Lilia and Malleus danced down the hall together while dragging Sebek in their midst like a poor screaming rag doll.

Against all the odds, Silver managed to flirt back. Or something like that.

#twisted wonderland #silver #twst silver #silver vanrouge #silver x reader #twst silver x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst fluff #some sort of crack fic with fluff tones #feat diasomnia family bc why not?#cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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maybe, baby

i cannot believe i’m doing this. so this is an unfinished fic i started back in august, it was supposed to be aurora’s introduction fic sort of but i never finished it. however, since she has come up again, and an anon asked if i’d post it, here it is.😅 also another shoutout to @spicedchaiandromeda because she has the best ideas about college!klitz and so a lot of the college stuff discussed here stemmed originally from her brain and became a set of wider, more collaborated ideas💕

(just for the record, this is grown up!klitz x reader, like you two are grown adults with a house and a child in this fic. vv excited for this😊)

warnings: fluff, allusions to smut

ariel klitz’s favorite disney princess isn’t who you’d assume it to be.

ari’s favorite princess was sleeping beauty, aurora, briar rose. to be honest, you weren’t quite sure how this came about. how could your daughter not love the princess she was named after? maybe it was because “the little mermaid” had constantly been playing in your home until ariel was about two years old and requested a different film. though it broke your heart just slightly, who were you to deny your little girl a different movie?

she quickly came to adore the dreaminess of the vintage disney film. her favorite version of aurora’s dress was the blue one, she knew the names of the three fairy godmothers and could recite them as quick as a whip and without hesitation, and she mimicked every move the ethereal princess made; from dancing in the woods to the pricking of her finger. ariel’s favorite activity was to make your husband pretend to be prince philip and rescue you while you were given the honor to play princess aurora. your daughter would force her father to pretend to slay the dragon, run up through the castle (also known as your living room), find you (aurora), and awaken you with a kiss. the kiss was both ariel’s least favorite and favorite part; it was gross watching her parents kiss, but the princess finally awakes when their lips meet. she’d often cover her eyes and giggle, peeking through her tiny fingers when your knight in an old t-shirt would gently press his lips to yours.

“you saved me,” you’d coo quietly to klitz as soon as your eyes opened to meet your husband’s, full of love and admiration as he smiled at you. your daughter would continue to keep her eyes covered as klitz couldn’t help but kiss you again.

as ariel grew, she hit the phase that most only-children go through: she began to ask for a little sibling. a sister, to be exact. it took you aback the first time she had posed the question, and klitz was transported back to being an awkward teenager once again — face red, not able to come up with or even stutter out any coherent words.

“a baby sister?” klitz had asked his daughter nervously. “you really want a baby sister?” he was stunned. ariel had mentioned it so casually whilst watching her favorite movie.

“yeah! i really want one, daddy. we can name her aurora! like the princess!” ari insisted with a little giggle. she climbed up onto her father’s lap and looked up at him with her big green eyes. “please, daddy?” she begged.

and it had been like that for weeks.

ariel constantly brought up the idea of a new sister, and the more she begged, the more you began to fall in love with the idea. you remembered your college days with klitz; him always telling you how the two of you were going to get married, how you were going to buy a house together, and how you were going to have children together. your husband, then-boyfriend, would hold you on his lap, kiss you, and convey those plans to you. it was so dreamy and always had you so captivated, and with his lips on your neck keeping you in ecstasy, you could only ever whimper out your agreements.

—

ariel sat in your lap as “once upon a dream” played from the speakers and the credits rolled. a blanket covered the bottom half of the two of you as you held ari close. your little girl’s head laid limp against your chest, her eyes closed as her chest raised and lowered with every little breath she took. your living room was dimly lit and, glancing at the clock, it was just past your daughter’s bedtime.

“i can take her,” your husband said lowly as he walked back in from the kitchen. you hummed and glanced down at sleeping ariel, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and gently swiping locks of chestnut hair from her face.

“mmkay,” you replied, giving your sleeping daughter a small squeeze to your chest. klitz walked over and ever so carefully lifted your three and a half year old into his arms. she hummed and klitz kissed her little cheek.

“hi, sweetheart,” he cooed quietly. ariel’s little arms wrapped around her father’s neck as he carried her off to bed. you watched klitz disappear down the hallway and into ari’s room, and your heart fluttered. you remembered how in love klitz had been with his baby daughter. you remembered the way he would hold her so close and press kisses to her soft baby skin. he would brokenly hum “part of your world” to the baby and shower her with love. your daughter was three and a half now, and very little had changed in his behavior towards her. timothy klitz loved and cherished his daughter before she was even born, which begged the question…

another?

you sat up from your spot on the couch and turned the television off. you stretched out your arms and back, allowing your body to stretch back into the ligaments and joints that had been stiff from sitting and holding your daughter. you stalked down the same dimly lit hallway and took a glance outside the window at all the stars lighting up the night sky before turning to look in your daughter’s room. your heart melted as you saw your husband carefully lower your daughter into her bed. ariel curled into the fetal position as klitz pulled her lilac purple bedsheets over her littlr body. ariel’s nightlight and under the sea ceiling light projector casted not only enough light to prevent your daughter from getting scared at night, but also just enough light to see the small smile on your husband’s face. he gently brushed hair out of his daughter’s face before kissing her forehead. as his eyes rose, klitz found you standing in the doorway. your eyes met and lingered for a moment before you held out your hand.

he carefully arose from his spot on the edge of ari’s bed and walked over to meet you, placing his hand in yours. you grinned before taking one last look at your peacefully sleeping daughter, closing her door quietly. without a word between the two of you, you and klitz tiredly made your way to your shared bedroom. upon entering, you pulled klitz into a tight hug. his gangly frame wrapped around you, barely changing from when you were teenagers. you loved it though; it was your klitzy, and you loved that he still felt the same. klitz pressed a kiss to the top of your head, sighing contentedly.

#ariel ivy klitz #aurora seraphine klitz #klitz #klitz the girl next door #klitz x reader

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Hey hey ~, first of all thank you for writing my first request.I just remembered one of my favorite fairy tales and hope you don’t mind writing it.Can you write Shinobu x yn with a Sleeping Beauty plot where yn will be Princess Aurora while Shinobu will be Prince Philip.😘

Sorry if my request bothers you, it's okay if you don't want to write, I understand.🙏🏻

Sleeping Beauty

Shinobu Kochou x She/ Her Reader AU

A/N: AHH I was just gonna start with them meeting in the forest but then I thought about how perfect Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma would be as the fairies and I had to write morrrreee. This was fun! Hope you like it! Word Count: 6,857

There was a most joyous celebration heard throughout the kingdom the day the Princess was born. Thousands danced, feasted and cheered outside the castle walls, wishing the newborn royalty a full and happy life. A continued era of peace and prosperity for all would be promised, as she was sure to grow as just and kind as she would be beautiful. The common folk had witnessed themselves the fairies flying above them, sure to gift the most lovely of virtues upon the Princess.

But then the sky began to darken and the gentle breeze became a whipping wind. The merriment died and the people parted like the Red Sea for the lone fairy and her scraggly raven circling overhead.

With a curl of her lip and a flick of her staff, the reinforced castle doors flew open, hitting back against the stone wall with a chilling, echoey thud.

“Daki!” The King cried, shielding his wife and newborn child behind him, “Why have you come here?”

“Hmm,” Daki pretended to ponder, tapping a finger to her lips.

Her Raven, once it hand made a swift lap around the grand room to terrorize the guests, took perch on the end of her staff. She stroked his beak and spoke to the bird loud enough for all to hear. Not that she needed to raise her voice terribly high in a ballroom quiet enough to be a tomb.

“Do you think the King is really so daft, Gyutaro? Or is it hubris?”

The bird let out a gravelly shriek and Daki chuckled, turning her eyes back on the King.

“You needn’t look so tense your majesty, I’m so sorry to drop in uninvited,” she gritted the word out, “but I would be remiss if I could not bestow a gift upon the Princess as well.” She glided forward, “Let me see the little thing.”

“Are you not offended, Lady Daki?” The Queen asked with a tremor.

Daki tutted, “Of course not your majesty. I bear no ill will. Consider this an olive branch.”

The King bit his inner lip and looked to his wife to find her eyes large and frightened. He feared Daki as much as she, and he made the hard decision to allow Daki to proceed over risking further enraging her. He took his wife by the hand and made room for Daki to peer over the crib and sneer at the baby laying within.

“She will indeed be beautiful and kind and bring joy and love to all she knows,” Daki confirmed, raising her staff.

Gyutaro took off from the perch and Daki swirled her staff above the crib, a supernatural green light reflected in the baby’s eyes.

“A perfect picture of serenity and a physical representation of all the light and good of this world,” Daki continued, a sinister smile spreading across her face.

The wind whipped and whirled throughout the ballroom with renewed vigor and the glowing green energy bloomed in a powerful burst as Daki stretched her arms out wide and cackled,

“But, before the sun sets on her eighteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die!”

“No!” The Queen cried, pulling her daughter out of the crib and holding her tight to her chest. Her husband in turn held her to his, a blazing mix of fury and fear fought for control of his features.

“Seize her!” He bellowed.

The guards made their approach, but Daki merely laughed, broadly swingling her staff.

“You idiots!” She shrieked with cruel laughter.

In a bright burst of green light, she vanished, her laughter still echoing on the wind along with her raven’s crowing.

“No, no!” The Queen sobbed into her husband’s chest, their child pressed between them, wailing from the sharp noises and bright lights that had overwhelmed her senses.

Cautiously, one of the good faires approached the royal family.

“Your majesties, don’t despair just yet,” the fairy Hinatsuru encouraged, “Suma still has her gift to give.”

“Then she can undo this awful curse?” The King asked hopefully.

“N-no, your majesty,” Suma shook, “I’m sorry. Her magic is much too strong.”

“You can still help.” Makio left little room for doubt, pushing Suma forward, “Help her.”

“But—!”

“Just do your best dear.” Hinatsuru soothed.

Suma bit her lip, but approached the Queen and looked down at the baby swaddled in her arms.

“Hello sweet Princess,” she greeted softly, her timid voice and soft blue glow easing the baby’s wails to fussy cries and hiccups, “I know it is not exactly the fun gift I wanted to give you, but I hope this will help.

The gift I will be giving to thee should on a spindle your finger prick, is not death, but a deep sleep like. And from this slumber you shall wake! With true love’s kiss the spell will break!” Suma declared, kissing the baby’s forehead before backing away with a nervous smile. She looked to Hinatsuru and Makio, hoping to receive some praise, but instead—

“Are you kidding me?!” Makio shrieked, shaking Suma violently, “There’s no such thing as true love’s kiss! She’ll sleep forever you moron!”

“Wahhh! True love is real, Makio! How could you say that?” Suma cried.

“Makio, stop. You aren’t helping.” Hinatsuru scolded.

“I-it’s something,” the Queen nodded slowly, “there is hope for my sweet (Y/n) yet.”

The King nodded solemnly and then called out to his guards,

“See to it that every spinning wheel in this kingdom is burned to ash! Every. Single. One.”

***

“What a shit day this turned out to be.” Makio grumbled as she stared out over the kingdom from their room in the castle, watching the smoke and fire billow over the city square as spinning wheel after spinning wheel was tossed into the flames.

“This won’t be enough to stop her.” Hinatsuru peered into her teacup with downcast eyes. “…What else could we do?”

“We could try to reason with Daki maybe?” Suma asked, cringing away from the look Makio shot her over her shoulder.

“Well, that’s the second stupidest thing you’ve said today.” Makio said coldly.

“Makio…” Hinatsuru warned, putting a hand on Suma’s back.

“Sorry, sorry, argh! I’m just so pissed off! If I could just turn Daki into an ugly toad or a weirdly muscular mouse or something!”

“You know our magic doesn’t work like that. We can only spread joy and happiness.” Hinatsuru reminded.

“Well I don’t know about you Hina, but it would certainly make me happy.” Makio snarked.

Hinatsuru sighed and leaned back in her chair.

What to do, what to do? What would Daki never expect?

“That’s it!” Hinatsuru snapped her fingers.

“What?” Makio turned to face her fully, leaning against the window.

“That old cottage in the forest! Three ordinary women taking care of an abandoned child!”

“Oh, that’s very nice of them.” Suma observed. Though she was unsure of the relevance, she smiled happily.

“Back up,” Makio squinted, “what are you talking about? Who?”

“Us!” Hinatsuru exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest.

A faint purple glow fogged up the room and when it dissipated, gone were the fairies’ wings and usual garb, replaced with modest clothes befitting simple peasants.

“Hey! Put my wings back!” Makio huffed, already readying her wand to do so herself.

But Hinatsuru snatched the wand out of her hand and motioned for Suma to hand over hers as well.

“We will take care of the Princess until the danger has passed. Daki would never suspect it.”

“Are you crazy?” Makio gawked, “Their majesties will never go for it. Not to mention you expect us to live like regular humans for eighteen years? No way, Hina!”

“I think it could be fun.” Suma shyly interjected. “Taking care of a cute little baby.”

“Not without magic it won’t.” Makio said, trying to take her wand back from Hinatsuru’s grasp.

“Our magic will have us sticking out like a sore thumb.” Hinatsuru reasoned, “If we are to save the Princess from her fate, we must take every precaution we can.”

Makio’s next swipe fell short and she sighed, finally giving in. Far be it from her to allow Daki to have it her way. The Princess would be safe with them like this.

“Fine.” She grumbled.

“Come, we must tell the King and Queen our plan.” Hinatsuru took Suma and Makio’s hands in hers, and rushed them to the throne room for an audience with the royal family.

At nightfall, the King and Queen watched from their balcony as three women ran from the castle, and eyed the precious bundle carried in the third one’s arms. Though wrought with sorrow, they knew their Princess would be safe and return to them in time. If it meant their daughter could live a full and happy life, they could wait.

***

The kingdom suffered years of sorrow without their Princess, but as the eighteenth year drew near, the people became more hopeful. For as long as Daki’s domain thundered, it meant the Princess was still hidden and safe.

They dared not ease their guards however, for they often saw Gyutaro circling the land from the sky above, searching for the beloved Princess. It was not over just yet.

Meanwhile in a cozy little cottage deep in the forest, three fairies disguised as mortals whispered to each other excitedly over a couple of books, getting ready for a day they had long awaited. They shushed each other and hid the books behind their backs, grinning from ear to ear and watching the stairs to greet who they had heard descending them.

“Good morning, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma,” (Y/n) beamed brightly, “What are you three up to this morning?”

“What are we up to?” Suma squeaked. “We aren’t up to anything. Why would you think we were—“

Makio covered Suma’s mouth with her hand.

“What Suma is trying to say is that it would be very nice if you could gather a basket of berries from the woods.”

“Berries?” (Y/n) blinked.

“Lots of berries.” Hinatsuru nodded.

“But, I just picked berries yesterday.”

“We need more.” Makio said.

“A lot more!” Suma agreed.

The three fairies pushed a basket in (Y/n)’s hands and ushered her towards the door, reminding her not to stray too far or talk to strangers as they did.

“Goodbye dear!” They called in unison, quickly closing the door in (Y/n)’s bewildered face.

“Goodbye, I guess.” (Y/n) laughed good naturedly. She turned her back on the cottage and began walking away, swinging the basket in her hand. “I wonder what had them all in a tizzy.”

She shrugged to herself and started to hum, gradually working up to a full on song that summoned some of the local wildlife. She grinned at the familiar creatures and spun around, getting lost in her music, allowing it to carry far along the sweet summer breeze.

***

“It’s nice to have a little time to ourselves, don’t you think, Giyuu?” Shinobu asked the horse, taking in the scenery of the enchanting forest.

“No annoying sisters, no royal duties, just peace and… quiet?” Shinobu strained her hearing, trying to focus in on the sweet sound carried on the breeze. “Woah, boy.” She ordered, stilling the horse to a halt.

Shinobu closed her eyes to better focus on what she was hearing and smiled.

“Do you hear that, Giyuu? What a beautiful sound! We simply must find out where it’s coming from.”

She turns Giyuu around, but the horse refuses to go further, Shinobu rolled her eyes.

“Could you be anymore antisocial? Here, what if I snuck some salmon into your feed bag later, you big weirdo.”

That offer seemed to pique the horse’s interest. In fact, one might say too much.

The horse reared back then galloped forward. Shinobu tried her best to stay on, but when Giyuu tried to clear a small creek, Shinobu was clotheslined by a branch and fell into the shallow water.

Giyuu noticed the absence of Shinobu’s weight on his back and sheepishly trotted back to the soaked girl shooting daggers at him.

“This,” Shinobu groaned as she tried to wring out her cape, “is exactly why no one likes you.”

***

Once (Y/n) had filled the basket to the brim she decided she would rest for a for a spell and stretched out beneath the shade of a grand tree. Her small animal entourage formed a semicircle around her.

“Why must they continue to treat me like a child?” (Y/n) asked no one in particular.

“Who?” The owl hooted, making (Y/n) laugh.

“Why Zenitsu,” she booped the owl on the beak, “Hina, Suma and Makio of course!

They’re always telling me to stay on the trails and to keep away from strangers. But,” she smiled cheekily, “I’ve met someone anyway.”

“Who? Who?” The owl jolted excitedly, the other animals also wriggling with anticipation.

“A Prince, I think. Someone who carries a sword and adorns a flowing cape of some kind. We walked and talked together in a beautiful garden filled with colorful butterflies… and just before we parted, they took me in their arms and then… I woke up.”

The animals voiced their disappointment in the best way that they could and (Y/n) sighed.

“I know, I know it’s just a dream, but it’s one that I’ve had countless times for as long as I can remember. It must mean something. Don’t you think?” (Y/n) closed her eyes and began to hum again.

A rowdy baby boar that (Y/n) had bestowed the name Inosuke upon caught something swaying in the trees and snorted excitedly, shoving Zenitsu in the direction of the billowing cape.

The pair of Rabbits, Tanjirou and Nezuko, hopped along, curious to see what had Inosuke so worked up.

The small ragtag team stopped below the tree and shared a silent conversation before Zenitsu flew into the tree to swipe the butterfly patterned cape while Tanjirou and Nezuko dove into the pair of black boots.

Inosuke squealed delightedly, catching the attention of a certain horse that was standing nearby.

Giyuu had to do a double take before he whinnied to gain Shinobu’s attention from where she laid out in the sun, trying to dry off.

“What is it now— hey!“ Shinobu rose to her feet just in time to watch the thieving creatures take off with her belongings. She took up pursuit, cursing under her breath.

The animals were much faster than Shinobu and made it back to (Y/n) in no time at all. They hovered over (Y/n) and when the girl opened her eyes, she laughed and rose to her feet, bowing to cape adorning owl, the bunny filled boots, and the small boar circling them excitedly.

“Why, if it isn’t the Prince of my dreams,” she happily played along, “care for a dance?”

(Y/n) rose her arms to be about where the Prince’s shoulders would be if he had them, and danced around, careful not to step on any bunny filled boots. As they danced, she sang, alerting the owner of the clothing she was dancing with of her presence.

Shinobu hung back just before the clearing, enchanted by the mystery woman’s voice and seemingly effortless beauty. She took in the scene before her for a few moments more, and when she found an opening, she grinned and cut in between (Y/n) and the menagerie wearing her clothes, swaying along to (Y/n)’s song just behind her.

(Y/n) continued to sing, unaware of her change in dance partner until another voice joined her, soft and low. She felt her back bump into something soft and she startled, turning to face the intruder and taking several steps back.

“I’m sorry,” Shinobu chuckled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Oh, you didn’t! Not really, it’s just, well, you’re a…” (Y/n) couldn’t seem to collect herself.

“A stranger?” Shinobu supplied.

“Yeah… that’s right.”

“Oh, but I’m no stranger,” Shinobu smirked, stepping closer, “don’t you remember? We’ve met before.”

“We have?” (Y/n) was sure she would have remembered meeting such a beautiful girl before. Especially with such lovely eyes.

“But of course, you said so yourself, once upon a dream.” Shinobu teased.

Shinobu took (Y/n) by the hand and started singing again, waltzing with her around the clearing.

A shy smile worked at (Y/n)’s lips and she slowly eased into the rhythm, joining Shinobu in song and loving how well their voices seemed to mesh.

Eventually, they stopped to rest. Breathing a little heavier from the exertion but smiling like lovedrunk fools. Shinobu slid her hand out to rest over (Y/n)’s then scoffed and shook her head.

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked.

“I only now realized that I don’t even know your name.” Shinobu explained with a sheepish smile. How unlike her it was to forget to ask such a simple thing.

“My name… oh!” (Y/n) blinked rapidly and shot to her feet. She had just spent the afternoon dancing with a stranger! What would her aunties say if they knew she was being so careless?

“I have to go!” She yelled, already running towards home.

“Go? Right now? Where?” Shinobu got to her feet as well, trying to follow after the girl and get some answers. “When will I see you again?”

“Oh I don’t know,” (Y/n) replied with mild agitation, “maybe never!”

“Never?!” Shinobu gawked.

“Well,” (Y/n) battled with herself, “maybe someday?”

“Tomorrow?” Shinobu asked hopefully. She couldn’t imagine never seeing the other girl again. They had an undeniable connection.

“Maybe, maybe… this evening! A cottage, here in the woods, the glen! Please come!” (Y/n) couldn’t help herself. The woman before her was so familiar, she made her whole heart sing.

“I wouldn’t miss it!” Shinobu declared.

She watched (Y/n) run into the forest then backed into Giyuu, pressing a hand to her chest. Shinobu never felt her heart beat so fast.

***

(Y/n) burst into the cottage and was immediately bombarded by the three women who raised her. They completely missed the scraggly raven perched on the windowsill.

“Happy Birthday (Y/n)!” They cheered in unison, gesturing to the cake and beautiful dress they had created.

“Oh!” (Y/n) placed her hands over her chest, overcome with emotion, “This is all so wonderful! Thank you all so much!

This is positively the best day of my life, I can’t wait to introduce you to who I met today.”

“Hm?” Hinatsuru titled her head.

“You met someone?” Makio shouted.

“A stranger?” Suma cowered.

“Oh no, she’s no stranger. We’ve met before.”

“You have?” Hinatsuru asked.

“When?” Makio threw her hands into the air.

“Once upon a dream!” (Y/n) grinned. Then she began singing and twirling around the room.

“She’s in love!” Suma cooed. It was enough to bring a tear to her eye.

“Oh dear…” Hinatsuru placed a hand over her mouth.

“This is terrible!” Makio groaned.

“Why?” (Y/n) ceased her merriment to fix her aunts with a confused frown. “I’m eighteen now. Surely I’m old enough to make some decisions for myself.”

“It’s not that, (Y/n),” Hinatsuru pursed her lips before finally she revealed,

“You’re already betrothed to be married, dear. Since birth. You are a Princess.”

“That, that can’t be…” (Y/n) shook her head in disbelief, “Why would you tell me this now?”

Hinatsuru took (Y/n)’s hands in her own, “It was for your own protection. We will be taking you back to the castle tonight. All of your questions can be answered then, okay?”

The raven sitting in the windowsill perked up and flew away. Bringing the information he now held home.

“I can’t leave!” (Y/n) was distraught by the notion, “I— the girl I met, she’s coming here tonight.”

“(Y/n),” Makio held firm on Hina’s behalf, “we’re sorry, but you may never see that girl again. You are betrothed to Princess Shinobu and that is that.”

“That’s,” a tear sprung from (Y/n)’s eye, soon joined by others streaking down her face like riverbeds, “I, I can’t believe this! This isn’t fair!” She sobbed, pulling away from Hinatsuru’s grasp, she ran up to her room, thoughts of the woman she met in the woods causing further pain in her heart.

As soon as (Y/n)’s door closed, Suma broke down into tears as well. Makio and Hinatsuru cast each other forlorn looks.

Their Princess was supposed to be happy, but it seemed like the last eighteen years of her life as she knew it had just been pulled out from under her.

They gave her as much time to herself as they could before guiding her to the castle that was to be her home once more.

***

Meanwhile Shinobu had galloped home to pay her father a curtesy visit before her rendezvous in the forest glen. She rolled her eyes when she saw Kanae would be the first to greet her, but she was determined to keep her good mood.

“And just where has my darling baby sister been all day?” Kanae pondered aloud as Shinobu dismounted her horse.

“You do know father has been looking for you. You are meant to be getting ready to meet your bride to be.”

“Already met her.” Shinobu stuck her nose up and walked passed her sister, but Kanae was quick to match her stride.

“You met Princess (Y/n)? We must tell father, he is entertaining (Y/n)’s parents as we speak!” Kanae spoke excitedly, already trying to pull Shinobu along.

Shinobu strained against the pull, forcing Kanae to stop.

“I never said it was Princess (Y/n) I saw.”

“But you said—“

“I said I met the girl I was going to marry. A peasant girl from the forest.”

Kanae’s mouth fell open in shock. Ever practical and stern Shinobu, talking about marrying some peasant girl she met in the forest just that day?

“Who are you and what have you done to my sister?”

“Haha,” Shinobu snarked.

“But really Shinobu, this is an arrangement eighteen years in the making! You have to marry Princess (Y/n).”

“I’ve never even met her.”

“You only met this peasant girl a few hours ago! Is that really so different?” Kanae tried to reason.

“I thought you of all people would be happy for me!” Shinobu scoffed.

“I want to be,” Kanae confirmed, “but I also want what’s best for you and the kingdoms.”

“Unbelievable! You nag me when I’m too uptight, you nag me when I act on my feelings.” She turned and began to run back to Giyuu, hoisting herself back up on the black horse.

“Shinobu, can we just talk about this please!” Kanae cursed her sister for being such a quick an agile little thing.

“I’m going to her and you can’t stop me, send father my regards.”

Shinobu snapped Giyuu’s reins and took off back in the direction of the forest, hot blooded agitation driving her to ride as fast as she could to the little cottage in the glen.

She smiled as the cottage came into view, just where the mysterious girl said it would be. She dismounted from Giyuu and approached the door. She knocked against the weathered wood, the sound ruffling the butterflies in her stomach.

“Come in!”

Shinobu opened the door—

And was ambushed by a gang of hideous little creatures that pinned her to the ground, not even giving her a chance to fight back.

She struggled to raise her head to the figure standing against the back wall, she bared her teeth, causing the fairy standing by idly to laugh at her sorry state.

“Well, isn’t this something,” Daki sneered, “I come for one Princess only to catch another.”

“Who are you?” Shinobu hissed.

“Take her away, but be gentle. I have plans for this one.”

Daki ignored Shinobu’s shouts and grunts as she fought against her henchmen. Instead she looked to Gyutaro with a sly smile.

“After eighteen long years I feel as though the tides are finally shifting in our favor, Gyutaro.”

***

Y/n) wrenched the crown that the fairies had given her off of her head and cried into her hands. She had been left in a private room of the castle to wait for the sun to set. Only then she would meet her parents and then she would be married to a woman she had never met. It was ironic, she had dreamed of marrying royalty but now it was the very last thing she wanted.

She wanted the girl she had danced with in the forest who had held her with such gentle warmth (Y/n) felt like she might melt.

Now she just felt cold.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled and she wiped at her eyes. She looked in the direction of the fireplace to find not the low blaze Makio had started for her, but a strange green glow coming from the burnt wood.

Her lips parted slightly and her mind grew fuzzy. She watched the green light form into a ball and drift towards a spiral staircase previously hidden behind a tapestry in the far off corner of the room. She felt as if it was calling for her to follow. Enchanted by the green glow, she got up from her chair and followed the orb up the stairs.

As she climbs, she faintly hears distressed voices, but in her trance she pays them no mind. When she reached the top of the tower, the orb transformed into a spinning wheel. A voice, more present than the ones echoing up the stairwell, called to her and she reached out her hand, pricking her finger against the spindle.

The unnatural green glow vanished from (Y/n)’s eyes and they drooped closed. She collapsed to the ground, unmoving.

“(Y/n), no!” Suma cried, joined quickly by Makio and Hinatsuru looking just as horrified. They had been too late.

A wind whipped up and an all too familiar laughter echoed throughout the chamber. In a burst of green light, Daki stood before them.

“You really thought you could pull one over on me, did you? Fools, all of you!” She smirked down at (Y/n)’s motionless body, prodding her with her staff, “Just look at your Princess now!”

“Get away from her!” Makio cried, struggling against Hinatsuru who held her back.

Daki threw her head back and cackled once more, “I have no further use for her, deal with the little brat as you wish! I have another Princess to entertain.” In another flash of green light, Daki was gone.

The good fairies descended upon the sleeping Princess in tears, cradling her close as the last rays of sun disappeared.

A boom and crackle of distant fireworks lit up the sky in the sun’s place soon after, serving to make the fairies feel even worse.

“The King and Queen will be so heartbroken when they find out!” Suma blubbered.

“No,” Makio shook her head, “this will destroy them.”

“But, we can’t not tell them.”

“Maybe we can.” Hinatsuru murmured as she tucked (Y/n) into the bed they had moved her to.

“We will put everyone in the kingdom to sleep until she wakes.”

The three fairies shrunk down and brought sleep to the entire kingdom and as they did so, the words of one Princess Kanae to her father caught Hinatsuru completely off guard.

“Um, father?” Kanae yawned, “I have something to tell you about Shinobu.”

“Hm? What is it my child?” He answered groggily. “Were you too squabbling again?”

“No, well, yes, but she… she met someone in the forest, a peasant girl. I think she’s serious about her.”

“Serious how?”

“She wishes to marry her.” Kanae murmured, fighting to stay awake.

“Oh my… where is she now?”

“Back in the forest visiting her I suppose.”

“Ah, such a headstrong girl that one…”

They finally succumbed to the spell and Hinatsuru gasped as she made the connection.

The woman (Y/n) had met in the forest, it must have been Princess Shinobu! That must have been what Daki meant. She had captured Princess Shinobu at the cottage!

“Makio, Suma, did you hear that?” Hinatsuru asked.

“Yes, but what are we to do about it?” Makio frowned.

“Daki lives on that scary mountain!” Suma added.

“We have no choice,” Hinatsuru shook her head, “we need to free Princess Shinobu. She’s the best chance our Princess has at true love’s kiss.”

Apprehensive yet determined, the three fairies flew to the dark mountain in search of the kidnapped Princess.

***

It was not hard to find Daki, surrounded by feasting creatures in her demented ballroom, celebrating her cruelty. The fairies stayed out of sight and crept after the more sinister of their kind who had decided to leave the festivities for whatever reason. When they got to the dungeon, Makio had to hold her hand over Suma’s mouth to keep her from gasping too loudly.

There behind a cell, Princess Shinobu sat, shackled against a gritty wall. Her head resting on her knees.

When she heard Daki’s approach, she rose her head just enough to glare at her over her knees.

Daki snickered.

“Aww, such a grumpy face,” Daki squatted beside the cell, “don’t worry, you have a grand destiny ahead of you. Like a fairy tale come true.”

“What are you talking about?” Shinobu was not in the mood for games.

Daki swirled her staff and manifested a scene for Shinobu to see, narrating the images with a false sweetness.

“In the tallest tower of the castle that neighbors your own, lays Princess (Y/n) in a sleep like death. Dreaming of her true love come to set her free.”

Shinobu gasped, raising her head fully to look closer at the woman projected. Surely that could not be…

“Ah, isn’t that the peasant girl you expected to find in that dingy old cottage? The truth is that they are one in the same. What a coincidence!

In the tower the Princess shall sleep, untouched by time for a hundred years. And on the hundredth year shall I release you to ride off on a noble steed and awaken your Princess you shall with true love’s kiss.”

The projection showed Shinobu old and withered against a harsh landscape devoid of any love and beauty. She kissed (Y/n) only to die in her arms of old age, leaving her alone in a cruel and unforgiving world.

“No!” Shinobu roared, struggling uselessly against her shackles.

Daki howled with laughter, taking great pleasure in watching Shinobu writhe in the moldy cell.

Daki rose back to her full height, motioning for Gyutaro to take perch on her hand.

“Come Gyutaro, let’s leave our noble Princess with these happy thoughts.”

The door closed with a heavy thud, and after a few moments, Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma revealed themselves to Shinobu, quickly sushing her as they got to work on her shackles.

“Princess Shinobu, this will not be an easy journey. We will help you where we can, but our victory will ultimately be up to you,” Hinatsuru explained while Shinobu rubbed her freed wrists, listening intently.

“Take this enchanted shield and this sword of poison and steadfast iron. They shall protect you and help you triumph over evil.”

“Thank you,” Shinobu took the offerings with care, “how can I ever repay you?”

“Just save our little Princess, okay?” Makio beseeched.

“She’s like a child of our own.” Suma sniffed.

“I will.” Shinobu nodded, “I promise.”

The four attempted to descend the mountain without being seen, but Gyutaro, who had been circling nearby, screeched loudly, alerting all of the escaping Princess.

“Go go go!” Makio urged.

“Your horse is hidden just beyond those boulders!” Suma informed.

The three fairies took flight as Shinobu climbed onto her trusty steed and barreled down the mountain, fighting off Daki’s minions along the way.

“Stop her you fools!” Daki bellowed, casting a spell to grow thick, spiny brambles around the castle’s perimeter.

Giyuu reared up on his hind legs and Shinobu fell from his back as he took off running. She quickly rolled to her feet and fought off the creatures with her poisoned blade.

When she had an opening, she began slicing through the brambles, causing Daki roar with rage.

“You are ruining everything!” She shrieked.

Dali rose her staff and aimed a spell at her precious raven, “We must stop her Gyutaro! Come to me!” She commanded with a stomp of her foot and the bird merged with her to create a two headed dragon.

“You have to be joking!” Shinobu griped, hacking through the brambles as fast as she could.

The dragons spewed a sour green fire over the brambles. Shinobu’s shield protected her from the spray, but she needed to gain some higher ground if she was to have a chance at victory.

Shinobu tumbled out of the bramble forest, she barely had enough time to register the heads diving for her. She raised her sword and swiped at their snouts, causing them to rear back and roar angrily.

“Princess! Over here!” Suma yelled, pointing at magical steps carved into the side of a cliff overlooking the castle.

Shinobu wasted no time climbing the steps, blocking the flames with her shield. As she reached the top, a particularly strong blast blew her shield right off of her arm.

The dragons’ heads laughed in harmony even as Shinobu aimed her sword.

“And what are you going to do with that needle, little girl?” The dragons goaded in unison.

Shinobu bared her teeth, but her expression became one of surprise when the blade in her hands began to glow with purple, red and blue energies that gave her feelings of hope, justice, honesty, light, joy, love… it felt like all of the good in the world rested in her hands.

Shinobu chanced a glance behind her to see the good fairies thrusting their magic upon the blade, giving it all they could.

“Aim true, Princess!” Hinatsuru yelled over the whipping winds and cracking fire.

“The evil must perish!” Makio pushed.

“Good will always persevere in the end!” Suma swallowed thickly, decidedly not looking at the fearsome dragon looming over them.

Shinobu eyed the dragon with steadfast determination, took aim, and threw the sword as if it had been a spear. The blade struck the dragons right in their shared heart, pumping it full of poison and enchanted iron.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The dragons’ heads warbled and shrieked, cursing and snapping at each other as if blaming the other for their failure.

Finally, the beast collapsed and stilled, never to terrorize the kingdoms again.

“Ah! We did it!” Suma dropped to her knees and promptly began to bawl. “I can’t believe we did it!”

“Would it kill you to have a little more faith in us?” Makio griped, but smiled nevertheless.

Giyuu trotted sheepishly back to Shinobu’s side and though exhausted the Princess managed to roll her eyes and give the horse an affectionate pat.

“And you wonder why I insist no one likes you. Don’t worry you big oaf, I forgive you.”

Giyuu snorted and nudged the girl’s shoulder with his big snout.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe there is still one very important task to do,” Hinatsuru smiled, “go to her.”

“Right!” Shinobu nodded, “Let’s go Giyuu.”

Shinobu mounted the horse and took off back down the cliff while the fairies returned the landscape to its former glory. When she reached the tower, Shinobu dismounted and cautiously climbed the spiral staircase.

It was silly really, Shinobu knew. She had just slayed a two-headed fire breathing dragon, yet here she was nervous about going to kiss the girl of her dreams.

She entered the room and her breath was instantly taken away. Shinobu sat on the bed and took a moment to admire the girl she had met in the forest. They had only been apart for a few hours, but it felt like years had passed in that time.

“Hello stranger,” Shinobu murmured, “well, I suppose we were never really strangers, were we? I think we had some idea from the start.” She reached out to put her hand over (Y/n)’s,

“True love’s kiss... My apologies for being so forward, I don’t even know if you can hear me right now, but I promise that if we were in any other situation I would ask first. I hope you will allow me a second chance to do it right.”

Shinobu leaned in, tucking her hair behind her ear, eyes slowly drifting shut,

“It is time to wake up, Princess (Y/n).”

Shinobu pressed her lips gently to (Y/n)’s and lingered only a moment before pulling back, searching (Y/n)’s face for any sign that she was waking.

She relaxed when (Y/n)’s eyes began to flutter. When her eyes opened fully and she saw Shinobu hovering over her, (Y/n) smiled and rose her hand to cup Shinobu’s cheek. Shinobu placed her hand over (Y/n)’s and grinned down at her.

“I was just dreaming about you.” (Y/n) informed.

“Oh? All good things I hope.”

“All good things.” (Y/n) confirmed.

There was a clattering coming from the stairs and the Princesses turned to observe as three fairies came sprawling through the doorway and descended upon them for a hug pile.

“Sorry, I kept them back as long as I could.” Hinatsuru chuckled.

“I’m happy you’re here aunties.”

“Bwahhh! Such a good girl! My baby! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” Suma cried, squeezing the life out of (Y/n).

“She is not your baby.” Makio shook her head. Though as far as Makio was concerned they were definitely going to remain present in (Y/n)’s life, even with the curse gone. She took on the role of auntie just as seriously as the others had.

***

The kingdoms awoke with the revival of the Princess and Shinobu couldn’t help but laugh at Kanae’s face when she saw her and (Y/n) walking arm in arm into the ballroom.

Despite their parents wanting to have the wedding right then and there, the girls decided there was no rush. Tonight they would celebrate finding each other and good’s triumph over evil. They had all the time in the world.

Hinatsuru smiled fondly, watching the Princess’ twirl around the ballroom lost in each other’s eyes. It was almost perfect, but… Hinatsuru sighed,

“Make it purple.” She murmured, with a flick of her wand, she changed the color of (Y/n)’s dress.

“Come on, red.” Makio huffed, flicking her own wand.

“Makio, we are not doing this again. Purple is the obvious choice. It matches Shinobu’s eyes and everything.” Gone again was the the red color of the dress.

“This shade of red compliments them both!” Makio argued, switching the color again.

“I just love happy endings!” Suma wailed, blowing her nose violently as she watched the couple dance.

“Any idea what’s going on?” Shinobu chuckled as they danced, motioning to (Y/n)’s color changing dress with a tip of her head.

“Some kind of color theory dispute I suppose. If they regularly use magic this liberally I’m surprised they made it almost eighteen years without it.” (Y/n) peered over Shinobu’s shoulder to give the fairies a disbelieving smile at their antics.

Then (Y/n) seamlessly took the lead from Shinobu and began dancing her over to the open courtyard. Shinobu was all too happy to follow her lead.

Out of sight in the cool, night air, (Y/n)’s dress halted on purple, for which she was sure had Makio displeased. She pulled Shinobu by her hands and together they weaved aimlessly through the sculpture garden until they could hear the music of the ballroom just faintly.

“What are you up to, hm?” Shinobu asked.

“I just wanted to explore a bit, go somewhere a little quieter. I don’t think I’ll ever figure out where everything is. I fear I’ll get lost quite often.” (Y/n) said, only half joking.

“If you do get lost, rest assured I will find you. I’d even get lost with you, if you’d like.” Shinobu grinned.

“That sounds fun,” (Y/n) looked out over the maze like courtyard and grinned in kind, “In fact, I think this could count as our first instance of being lost together.”

“And do we wish to be found?” Shinobu stepped closer, whispering conspiratorially.

“Maybe not right away.” (Y/n) smiled slyly.

They continued to walk and talk together, asking each other about their childhoods, their likes and dislikes, their dreams and ambitions. Eventually they found a nice marble bench to sit on. Their fingers remained entangled and they enjoyed the quiet of the moment.

(Y/n) took in a deep breath, as she exhaled, she rested her head on Shinobu’s shoulder.

“You aren’t becoming cursed again, are you?” Shinobu joked, pushing back (Y/n)’s hair out of her face.

(Y/n) shook her head, nuzzling Shinobu’s shoulder.

“You could check though, if you wanted.”

“Is this your way of asking for a kiss?”

“…maybe.”

Shinobu leaned back and (Y/n) took the hint, straightening up. Shinobu squeezed her hand,

“May I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Yes, please do.”

Shinobu wasted no time slipping her hands up to hold (Y/n)’s face. She tilted her head to the right and her lips found home as another round of fireworks lit the sky.

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towriteloveontheirarms · 8 months

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Works in progress

House of the dragon

canon times Aegon x innocent!twin!reader smut

Helaena´s lady in waiting catching cannon time!Aegon jerking off

part 2 for I´m so sorry

modern!Reader seducing bodyguard!Criston Cole

drunken love confessions with modern!bff!Helaena

canon times Daemon fucking servant!reader the day after his wedding to Rhea Royce

Canon time!Reader pegging Jace

Fairytale AUs

Snow white!reader X prince!Aegon

Three wishes for Cinderella Daemon X reader

Sleeping beauty!reader X prince Philip!Jace

Fox and the hound Hound!Criston X Fox!reader

Beauty and the beast Cregan X reader

Brother and sister Jace X sister!reader

Snow white and rose red Cregan X Targaryen!reader

The goose girl Aemond X reader

The last Kingdom

canon time!Finan x wife!reader smut

Running away with Finan

canon time Hate fucking w/ Uthred

giving modern!boss!Uthred head

Baldurs gate 3

Astarion soulmate au fluff

Helping Halsin relax when he can´t sleep

Hazbin Hotel

Dub-con/Non-con smut between Valentino and Angel's sister!Reader

Val giving Bunny!reader princess treatment (request by anon)

Vox X reader X Valentino threesome

Hate fucking Adam

Saltburn

Reader meeting Michael after he got ditched by Oliver in the pub (probably smut adjacent)

Reader realizing she has to break up with Oliver when his obsession over Felix becomes more apparent

Outer banks

calming JJ down after he held the gun to Topper´s head angst

The legend of Vox machina

post season two Vax & Percy pining after Alchemist!reader (requested by anon)

#works in progress #masterlist

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Just a bet- Philip Graves

Based on a request: Can I make a request, please of a heartbreaker Graves x Naive/Innocent Fem!reader? (Am in need some feelings hurt to feel something) Prompts; - reader is a general’s daughter, whilst grave is an ambitious soldier who aimed to be a captain (or somewhere along the lines) - There were bets of who can f-ck the general’s daughter happening behind the scene among the soldiers, and Grave decided to join in - Unfortunately reader, fell in love with grave. Found out it just a bet, felt betrayed and heartbroken. I hope this is okay with you, also it's okay if you don’t want to do it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 tqsm!

F!reader, angst, implied sexual relations

A/N: This will be short but I hope you enjoy :)

R/L/N, R/N, a 24-year-old soldier, daughter of General R/L/N. You are beautiful, no doubt about that, but that thought would soon leave when you'd eventually find the truth out.

Your dad was one of the most respected generals in the army, always having soldiers ask what it's like to grow up with such a man as your father. You, of course, have always been proud of him, for all his accomplishments and his success. Your dad always raised you to be kind and nice, always kept you far from the military life, in private schools and at times you'd be homeschooled. Once you joined the army, your dad was proud to have you under his command, mainly because he knows damn well he can take you out of any risky assignment. This of course brought many arguments between you two, but so far all is good.

There was one very ambitious soldier at base, a 27-year-old lieutenant that went by the name of Philip Graves. You never talked to him much before the whole 'thing' happened. Your dad had brought him to dinners and said he felt Graves had what was needed from a future commander.

A few of the soldiers at the base were at a bar once, your name was brought up after a few drinks in.

"heard she is single." a younger soldier said.

"I'd honestly ask her out if she wasn't the general's daughter." another spoke.

"I think I could." the men laugh at the last man's comment.

"yeah, like she would let you hit." the other men laugh.

"but the bet is still on, yeah?" a sergeant asks.

"like we would forget." one answers. You see, the men have seen you workout, how your body looks in your workout clothes. The way your breasts look so big in that hoodie and how your thighs are so thick they move so perfectly when you run. So, after they had collectively agreed you were attractive, they all placed bets. 'Whoever can sleep with you first and get proof, would be the winner of the money collected.'

"I think I definitely could." Graves spoke up, and the men turn to him, "oh yeah? How about a bet?" one of the other sergeants asks. "What kind of bet?"

"If you can get into her pants by, let's say, next month...you win the money we have placed on this bet." the sergeant confidently said.

"How much money?"

"so far, 300, so you in?"

"Better start handing me that money." Graves chuckles and the other men laugh, some pat his shoulder others are intrigued to see if he would be the one you sleep with. And after that night, he had two things to do, use you to win that bet and use you to get your dad to maybe promote him to a higher rank. Easy on paper, but he knew you and heard from your dad how you were, so he knew it would be a little hard to get them both done.

13 hours after he placed himself in the bet, he spotted you, talking to your dad, maybe about some stupid father-daughter thing. "Hello, sir," he said as he approached you both, Graves was already beyond the point of being too formal with your dad. "Son," your dad always greeted almost every young soldier like that, "how can I help you?" your dad finally asked. "Was maybe thinking of inviting your daughter here on a date, but because you are my general, I need to make sure it is okay with you." Son of a bitch never even spoke to you, besides the usual awkward 'hey's' around the base. "I can say yes, but this is up to her." your dad answers to him. Meanwhile, you stand there, confused and shocked.

You knew your parents thought you'd end up alone, so just to satisfy them, you agreed on the date with him. By Wednesday of that week, you and Graves went on that date. It was surprisingly nice and he was so kind and such a gentleman towards you. You lived off base, per the request of your dad to live with them, 'much safer and you won't have to share your room or shower.' your dad had argued. So, when the night came to an end, Graves drove you back to your home. The entire way there, he was telling jokes and asking if you were comfortable enough during the whole thing.

Once at the front door of your home, he leans in and kisses your cheek, "I had so much fun r/n, I do hope you think I am worthy of another date like tonight." He had a certain charm to him, no doubt of that. You, being so happy that for once a man hasn't asked you for any explicit stuff agreed on the next date. "Oh thank you so much, it truly is a privilege to get another date with you." His underlying motives are hidden so well under his 'nice and gentle' mask. He made sure you walked into your home before he even drove away, another reason to give you he was a trustworthy guy. Truth be told, that was how he was, bet or not, he always did treat his dates with respect and care and this time around he'd treat you extra special.

After a few more dates and only 18 hours left of his deadline, you two found yourselves in a bar. It was the one on the east side of the town, far from the base, making it the perfect place to get you in the mood. His hands at times would rest on your thighs, waist or the small of your back. And once he got you hooked, he led you to his car. Lips on yours as he laid you on the backseat of his truck. Without much effort, you two eventually were undressed, hands wandering on the other. Lips kissing and meeting skin, all was going to plan. For a while on dates, he'd drop little things about himself, who he wanted to be in the army. What his aspirations were and as he soon had you falling for his charms, rumours of a set of promotions were circling base.

The last thing he had was the bet. As he claimed your body for the night and whispered sweet nothings, the deeper you fell into this false hope he had given you. And all you wanted at the time was someone to love and to hold, not someone who'd use you for who you're related to and not money. He took, as proof, a picture of him kissing your shoulder, your tattooed wrist in frame. If only you knew at the time what the picture would be used for. The shame and sorrow his games would bring you.

The next day at the base, the picture was shown to the group of men that had placed bets. You looked for him around the base and told him he'd be at the mess hall. "Can't fucking believe you lucky bastard on the bet." the sergeant spoke with a chuckle. You heard this and wanted to know what bet he entered. "Yeah, I tell you, she thinks I did like her."

"how desperate of her to think someone likes her for her and not that body." some of the other men laugh at the sergeant's comment. Your eyes immediately watered, the humiliation he had put you through. If you weren't so blind, he would've never had his way with you, if you saw his real motives for smooth-talking you at that bar maybe you'd still have pride in yourself. This whole time, you thought these soldiers and especially him, just wanted to talk and be friends.

For a moment, you did believe someone showed interest in you not in what you looked like. They say beauty is pain, but the shame and sorrow such beauty brings when you are used for some bet is more than just the pain to be beautiful.

My heart, my hips, my body, my love Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

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griffintail · 3 years

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My dearest daughter, I know you like Hamilton so I know you heard the song dear Theodosia and I can't help but think about Wilbur singing that to fundy and the reader. It hasn't left my mind since a week. So I wanted to know your opinion on that?

Dear Theodosia

Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x F! Reader

Warnings: None :)

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“Come on now my beautiful little star,” Wilbur whispered as he gently bounced the girl as he walked around her nursey. “You need to sleep.”

The little girl just babbled though and Wilbur sighed quietly with a smile.

“You’re very greedy for lullabies, aren’t you? Alright, you win. I’ll sing for you.” He sat down in the chair he had in the room for himself. “What song should we sing tonight?”

There were obviously classics but Wilbur was better than that. He had his own songs and of course, he liked singing songs that wouldn’t usually be sung to children. Humming quietly, his face broke into a grin.

“I have the perfect song. Here we go little star.”

He cleared his throat lightly before singing softly.

“Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes; you have your mother's name. When you came into the world, you cried. And it broke my heart.”

He remembered the first time she had cried. She had been so quiet when he first found her, trying to rapidly dry her and warm her up, she didn’t have the energy to cry about her situation. Then when she cried for the first time, he had felt a pang of panic as he held tightly. He promised himself when she got older, she’d never cry.

“I'm dedicating every day to you. Domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart. And I thought I was so smart.”

That line had never felt so true to Wilbur. He had been ready to rebel and start a war, yet here he was in the middle of the war at home with his son and daughter.

“You will come of age with our young nation. We'll bleed and fight for you. We'll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation. We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you. And you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday. Yeah, you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday.”

It was rather surreal to think about (Y/N) coming to age with L’Manberg that was forming around her, but he’d make sure he’d make a strong and powerful nation to keep her safe and give her all the freedom she deserved.

He smiled down at her as he saw she was asleep. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, he laid her down in her crib.

“Good night Theodosia.” He chuckled before leaving and closing the nursery door behind him.

He walked towards his room but paused as he looked into Fundy’s room to see the teenager just flopped on his bed and sleeping. Wilbur shook his head fondly before going in and carefully adjusting him in a comfortable position. After, he went back for the door but stopped once more as he looked back and leaned on the door frame.

“Oh Philip, when you smile, I am undone. My son, look at my son. Pride is not the word I'm looking for. There is so much more inside me now. Oh, Philip, you outshine the morning sun. My son. When you smile, I fall apart. And I thought I was so smart.”

Wilbur sang quietly as he watched Fundy sleep.

He was very proud of his son and he loved him so much. He smiled before leaving Fundy’s room and Fundy’s tail twitched as he smiled after hearing his father sing, having been faking his sleep.

Wilbur went into his study, putting his hat down on his desk as he sat down and looked down at his battle plans. Picking up a quill, he tried to calculate better plans than the ones he already had.

“My father wasn't around I swear that I'll be around for you I'll do whatever it takes I'll make a million mistakes I'll make the world safe and sound for you.”

Wilbur continued to sing under his breath as he wrote.

His little star and Fundy would take this nation to great places when he couldn’t anymore. Right now, he had to make sure this nation saw past Dream’s dark reign to let his children had freedom and he would do whatever it takes to make that happen…

#mcyt reader insert #mcyt oneshots #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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jeonronwoo · 3 years

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𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ↝ 𝓢𝓔𝓥𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓔𝓔𝓝

⊱ ────── ♡ ────── ⊰

𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵 ↝𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓷

Pairings: Huntsman!Seungcheol x Snowhite!reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝He looked at the girl in front of him, not knowing what to do, his heart and mind both told him to just take her heart out, but he couldn’t, he wanted to do it. Closing his eyes, he made a decision and raised his hand in the air.❞

𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓷 ↝ 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷

Pairings: Aladdin!Jeonghan x Jasmine!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝His eyes wandered greedily at the gold before his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to stuff himself with everything he could carry, he wanted to be rich and have powers, he grew tired of being a street rat, he wanted nothing but power and money.❞

𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓪 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰 ↝𝓒𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪

Pairings: Prince Charming!Joshua x Cinderella!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝He could only watch in horror as the girl before him changed completely, she wasn’t the same princess he was dancing with earlier at the ball, the girl who was standing in front of him made him sick to his stomach.❞

𝓦𝓮𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓾𝓲 ↝𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓭

Pairings: Wolf!Junhui x Red Riding Hood!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝It was the full moon, she could hear the howls of the wolves echoing through the forest, she brought her hood closer trying to drown out the creepy sounds. But she only managed to muffle the sounds for a few seconds before she heard a loud thump.❞

𝓚𝔀𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓸𝓸𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 ↝ 𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭

Pairings: Flynn Rider!Soonyoung x Rapunzel!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝She looked around her in amazement, the lights she only saw from the window of the tower, can now see them in front of her. She should’ve known that the beautiful moment wasn’t going to last forever.❞

𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝔀𝓸𝓸 ↝ 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽

Pairings: Beast!Wonwoo x Belle!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝He didn’t wish for this to happen, he only wanted to push her away so she could live on with her life without him holding her back, he didn’t expect her to send all these men to kill him.❞

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓙𝓲𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷 ↝ 𝓜𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓷

Pairings: Li Shang!Jihoon x Mulan!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝She wanted to prove them wrong, she wanted to show them that women can lead and fight, she wanted to show them that women aren’t weak, she wanted to show them that women can be as good and ever better than men.❞

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓶𝓲𝓷 ↝ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭

Pairings: Mad Hatter!Seokmin x Alice!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝She was falling to no end, she was screaming so loud and kept wondering why nobody heard her. She fell with a loud thump, groaning she stood up to see herself in a big room where she was the only small one in it.❞

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝔂𝓾 ↝ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓰

Pairings: Prince Naveen!Mingyu x Tiana!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝The party was amazing, she looked down at her friend who was dancing with the prince, she smiled thinking of how to get herself a prince too not knowing that was about to happen.❞

𝓧𝓾 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓸 ↝ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓭

Pairings: Prince Eric!Minghao x Arielle!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝Now, here’s the deal, I make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days, got that? Three days. Now listen, this is important, before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get dear, old princey to fall in love with you, that is he got to kiss you, not just any kiss, the kiss of true love. If he does kiss you before the sunsets on the third day, you’ll remain human permanently. But if he doesn’t, you turn back into a mermaid, and you belong to me.❞

𝓑𝓸𝓸 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝔀𝓪𝓷 ↝ 𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂

Pairings: Prince Philip!Seungkwan x Aurora!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝Now listen well all of you, the princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who meet her. But, before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on a spindle of a spinning wheel, and she will fall into a sleep-like death! A sleep from which you’ll never awaken. The princess can be woken from her death sleep, but only by, true love’s kiss. This curse will last to the end of time, no power on earth can change it.❞

𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓵 𝓒𝓱𝔀𝓮 ↝ 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓢𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻

Pairings: Jack!Hansol x Princess Isabelle!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum. Ask not whence the thunder comes, ask not where the herds have gone, nor why the birds have ceased their song. When coming home, don’t take too long. For monsters roam in Albion.❞

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 ↝ 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓷

Pairings: Peter Pan!Chan x Wendy!Reader

Status: Coming Soon!

Summary: ❝Oh, Peter, I knew you’d come back! I saved your shadow for you. Oh, I do hope it isn’t rumpled. You know, you look exactly the way I thought you would. A little taller perhaps.❞

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Twisted 15 - Playing with Fire [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 3800

Summary: Good intentions can lead to bad consequences.

Your first night with Spencer was different than any other time with anyone else you had ever been with, and you were one hundred percent sure that he would have some scientific explanation for it, but for you, the reason behind that was very simple.

Even if you couldn’t even admit it to yourself yet.

But for the first time in a very long time, your nightmares left you alone. Your sleep wasn’t disturbed, not by anything unpleasant anyway and you were almost sure that the small movement beside you in bed followed by a soft kiss into your neck was a part of your dreams.

The fuzzy feeling spread through you as the haze of the sleep slowly withdrew from your body and you snuggled closer into the covers, not ready to leave the warmth yet but as soon as you turned and felt the empty spot next to you, you opened your eyes, frowning. You sat up in bed, rubbing at your eyes and grabbed the folded paper lying on the pillow beside yours.

Beatrice;

She is the sum of nature’s universe,

To her perfection all of beauty tends.

Dante.

You smiled and your eyes skimmed the next lines under the quote.

New case in Ohio, they called in the whole team.

You heaved a sigh, falling back to bed again, pulling the silk sheets over your head and letting out a groan. The sunshine that seemed to fill your veins had disappeared already, leaving its place to coldness and you kicked off the sheets to walk to the bathroom.

After taking a long hot shower, you got dressed and blow dried your hair, humming a song to yourself, the memory of last night flashing in your mind, sending a spark through your whole system. You turned off the blow drier, stealing a look at your phone to see whether Spencer had texted you yet but there was nothing, so you grabbed it and left the bathroom.

As soon as you stepped into the kitchen, a shriek left your lips, making your mother turn around.

“Y/N!”

“Jesus Christ mom!” you pressed a hand over your chest, “How many times do I have to tell you not to break into my apartment?”

“It’s not breaking in if I have a key.”

“That key is for emergencies,” you let out a breath, “There’s a copycat killer sending me flowers, remember? Now is not the time for surprises.”

She tilted her head, “Speaking of, I heard you let the security I fixed you go.”

“I’m not going to walk around with bodyguards,” you said as you approached the coffee maker, “There’s security at my office already, I can’t have it in my building too.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“As long as you don’t give me a heart attack, I think we will be fine,” you checked your wristwatch, “Damn it, I need to leave in five.”

“Well, I won’t take much of your time,” she said and put a file on the kitchen island, making you look up from the cup you were pouring your coffee into.

“What’s that?”

“I took the liberty of contacting Philip.”

“Your P.I?” you asked, “Why?”

“To look into your boyfriend of course.”

You blinked a couple of times and put the coffee cup down, “Mom, no.”

“Relax, I didn’t read it.”

“No,” you insisted, “No way. Throw that away.”

“Y/N, don’t you want to know if there’s anything in his past that might be—”

“I’m not going to dig into his past!” you interrupted her, your heartbeat getting faster, “Anything he wants to tell me, he can tell me himself, I’m not going to learn it from a freaking P.I file.”

She heaved a sigh, “You don’t know what he might be hiding from you.”

“He’s not hiding anything from me,” you said, “Also, I know his father isn’t a serial killer, which is more than I can say for myself. I’m the last person to judge someone for their past.”

“What your father has done has nothing to do with you,” she said, “I didn’t tell Philip to look into his parents sweetheart, just him.”

“Throw that away.”

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N.”

“I’m not going to read it,” you told her as you put your coffee down and grabbed your purse from the counter, “I gotta go, but lock the door behind you when you leave okay?”

“Y/N, we need to talk about this!”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you turned around to look at her, “Mom, for the first time in my life I actually feel—“ you paused for a moment, “He makes me happier than you could imagine, okay? I’m not going to betray his trust, not like that. Ever.”

She shot you a look and you walked out of the apartment, your phone already buzzing in your hand.

“Erica?” you greeted your assistant as you answered the phone, “I’m on my way.”

***

You definitely had not imagined the next two days going like this.

For starters, you had thought you would get to wake up next to Spencer. That didn’t happen.

You had thought you would have a peaceful morning. That didn’t happen.

You had assumed Spencer would call you, at least text you sometime in these two days, but that didn’t happen either. Between meetings and clients and running from venues to pastry shops to flower shops, you kept checking your phone but there was nothing. Even after you had texted him good morning, it was radio silent.

You tried to convince yourself that it was because of his job. You were busy during the day yes, but he was dealing with actual serial killers and their victims, so it was more than normal that he couldn’t find….five seconds to text you.

Maybe.

On second day though, you were getting way too restless.

“Nothing?” Mina asked as she came back from the bathroom and you put your phone down, taking a sip of your rosé and averting your glances to the other people in the restaurant.

“No,” you murmured, “It’s—it’s fine.”

“Is it though?”

You clicked your tongue and pushed at your salad with your fork, “No,” you admitted, “It’s not fine.”

“Thought so.”

“It’s just that…” you heaved a sigh, “Maybe— I don’t know, maybe I misunderstood what this was?”

“Or maybe he’s an idiot.”

“He has an IQ of 187, Mina.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot,” she pointed at you with her fork, “Listen, you know what kind of a job he has. Every second counts when you’re hunting down killers.”

“A text takes like five seconds to type,” you reminded her and bit inside your cheek, “What if—“

“No,” Mina said, “Whatever you’re thinking right now, that’s not what’s happening here. You just decided to date a guy who has the worst work hours, that’s it,” she tilted her head, “Speaking of, did mom seriously get Philip to look into him?”

“Oh my God yes!” you looked up at her, finally able to focus on something else, “Can you believe that?”

“Yes I can. I one hundred percent saw that coming,” she sipped her drink, “I didn’t think she would tell you though, not after what happened the last time.”

You frowned, but then a look of realization dawned on your face, “Right,” you said, “She did the same when you and Kenzie started dating. I almost forgot.”

“Kenzie broke up with me when she found out,” she reminded you, shaking her head, “It was the worst week of my life. I had to beg her to at least listen to me.”

“I mean I get that she was angry, but breaking up?”

“I don’t know how I would react if she did the same thing to me,” Mina stated, “I can’t blame her, not really. It was way out of line.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t read it.”

“You shouldn’t read it,” Mina said, “Did you get rid of it?”

“I told mom to throw it away as I was leaving,” you said, “I didn’t see it on the counter when I came back, so I guess she did throw it away. Or took it with her, I don’t know.”

“You do realize none of this would be happening if you didn’t walk around announcing you’re in love—”

Your eyes widened, “Mina!”

“What? Just because you didn’t tell him doesn’t mean it’s not crystal clear to the rest of us.”

“I didn’t announce anything!”

“You might as well have,” she said, “Now that you got laid, there’s no excuse to that behavior.”

“At least I’m not calling him my love,” you pointed out and Mina scrunched up her nose.

“Don’t remind me,” she murmured, “I don’t know what mom is thinking. Also, apparently, there’s this auction for charity and all of us are supposed to be there. You, me, Kenzie…. Do you want to guess who the sponsor is?”

“Mom’s boyfriend.”

“Mom’s boyfriend,” she repeated, clinking her glass with yours, “Trust me, that’s gonna be a disaster.”

For the rest of the day, Spencer made no contact with you, and it was becoming more nerve-wrecking than you had thought it would be. Every hour your mind came up with some theory that was even more ridiculous than the other.

You had started with the theory of that night before not being as good for him as it was for you and somehow reached the theory of him lying dead in a ditch because a serial killer had gotten to him. Your fingers were practically itching for you to call him but you managed to control yourself, pouring yourself a glass of whiskey and trying to focus on the emails your assistant had sent you.

But the buzz of your phone was more than enough to make you sit up straight and snatch your phone off the coffee table. You touched the screen, your eyes skimming the text.

Sorry I couldn’t call, the case was chaotic and we just landed. Can I drop by? I missed you.

You stared at the screen, trying to repress the fury bubbling inside of you but managed to reply with just one word.

Sure.

Two days of complete silence, and then I missed you.

Lovely.

You let out a breath, forcing yourself to focus on the screen of your laptop instead of the anger filling you, because if you didn’t calm yourself down you were pretty damn sure that tonight would end in a huge argument.

And you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to let yourself play that messed up pushing and pulling game with him, because you knew where that would end.

It took more than an hour and a couple of glasses of whiskey, but when you heard the knock on your door, you pushed the cashmere throw off of you and walked to the door to open it.

Damn it, even the sight of him at your door was more than enough to make you want to rush into his arms, but you managed to hold your ground, leaning sideways to the door to take a look at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in these two days and he was clearly exhausted, if not physically then mentally. The thought tugged at your heartstrings and you pressed your lips together.

“Welcome back,” you managed to say, not moving an inch to kiss or hug him and of course that didn’t escape his notice. Even when he was tired, he knew exactly how to read you.

You opened the door wider and walked back into the living room, listening to him close the door behind him and follow you.

“Tough case?”

“Yeah- is everything okay?”

His question made you turn around to look at him and you crossed your arms, frowning slightly.

“Yeah.”

“Y/N.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Hm?”

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said, “I guess I’m surprised to hear from you, that’s all.”

A look of realization flashed over his handsome face, “I wanted to call you,” he said quickly, “I really did, but as soon as we landed in Ohio they took us into the crime scene, and the whole night I tried to crack the case but it turned out the killer had already committed—“

“A text would’ve been fine,” you pointed out, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet, “You didn’t get five seconds to yourself, professor?”

“Will you believe me if I say no?”

“No,” you stated, “Not really. It’s fine, I just misunderstood what this was,” you motioned at him,”It’s—like I said, it’s fine. I just didn’t know it before so I got confused, that’s all.”

“What did you misunderstand?” he asked you and you shrugged your shoulders again like a petulant child, keeping silent. He watched you, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening before he pulled back slightly.

“You thought—“ he started, his voice soft, “You thought I’d leave you like that?”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

Don’t fucking say—

“What do I care if you left?”

Anthony, -your ex you had broken up with months and months ago- had once told you that during the arguments, especially if you were mad at the person in front of you, it was like you were possessed by the devil himself.

“I have no idea what the fuck you want,” he had yelled at you, “I don’t think you know either.”

Now to think of it, you were beginning to agree with him about you being possessed because you knew it was illogical, you knew you were being petty and nonsense, and yet, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“You don’t care.” Spencer repeated, his aura changing completely, his tone calm and collected.

You supposed that was normal. You had already trespassed into his area of expertise voluntarily, and yes you could push and pull someone until they broke, but Spencer could play these mind games and come out on top no matter how much you tried to beat him at that.

The thought of him taking a peek into all these defenses you had spent years building was so intimidating that for a moment you felt almost naked and blinked a couple of times, your nose in the air.

Walking away when you were at your own goddamn apartment was a challenge but your pettiness knew no limits.

“You know what, I’m gonna take a shower, it’s really late.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah listen, like I said, it’s fine. You missed me, you saw me and we’re clearly both very happy right now, so do you mind closing the door behind you when you leave?” you said, your voice cold as ice and took a step to walk past him but he grabbed your arm before you could do that, his grip firm but not painful.

“You know I can see through that, right?” his voice was low as your heart started pacing in your chest, the fire shooting through you despite anger, “Try to run away from it, lie to me all you want, but I’m not one of those clueless idiots around you. We both know you do care.”

It was as if there was an invisible electric wire crackling between your bodies, getting stronger and stronger with each second passing. Your eyes narrowed as you stood still for a moment, like a snake ready to strike, your mind going overdrive with where to attack him first.

“Then it’s a good thing one of us does,” you managed to say, your voice like a hiss, “Because we both know that you don’t.”

Something behind his eyes shifted but before you could even question what it was he had already pulled you into a kiss, his fingers buried into your hair while he walked you back until your back collided with the wall. You pushed his jacket off of him, not caring where it ended up and your fingers nimbly tried to get rid of his tie, a whine escaping from your lips when you had to break the kiss so that he could pull the oversized shirt you were wearing over your head. He pulled back for a moment, his fiery gaze focused on you and that was when you understood why he had stopped.

He was making sure he would remember this.

You pushed yourself off the wall, flinging yourself into his arms once again. It was nearly impossible to fight the urge of being closer to him, so you gave in as his hand tugged at the roots of your hair while both of you blindly tried to find the nearest flat surface, knocking over a vase and the floor lamp in process before he finally pushed you back to the couch. A squeal escaped from your lips when you landed on the soft cushions, but it soon turned into a moan when his body covered yours, his teeth grazing your neck.

“Well,” he murmured, his low voice in your ear giving you shivers, “Let’s test that theory then.”

***

Of course he woke up before you. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he hadn’t slept at all but he looked better rested than when he first had got there, so you figured he at least got a couple of hours. He had put his pants and white button up on, but his tie and jacket were still scattered along the room. He was sitting by the edge of couch, his files all over the coffee table as his eyes darted between them and he dragged his fingertips over the papers, but when he felt you watching him, he turned his head to look at you, a smile pulling at his lips, mirroring yours.

“Good morning,” he said and your smile widened before he leaned in to kiss you.

“Hi,” you murmured as you reached out to touch his curls, “Why does your hair look prettier than mine in the morning?”

He chuckled against your lips, “You’re seeing things,” he said, stealing another kiss from you before pulling back, his thumb caressing over your cheekbone.

“What time is it?” you rasped out and he checked his wristwatch.

“7,” he said and you scrunched up your nose,

“How much time do you have?”

“Less than half an hour,” he sighed, “How much time do you have?”

“Perks of being the boss,” you wiggled your brows, “I don’t have any meetings before ten o’clock today.”

“Lucky.”

“Incredibly lucky,” you winked at him as you pecked him on the lips and grabbed your bra and underwear off the floor, painfully aware of his gaze on you sending fire underneath your cheeks. You got into your shirt, then narrowed your eyes at him.

“It’s rude to stare professor, where are your manners?” you asked, making him chuckle before he snapped his fingers as if he just thought of something.

“I almost forgot,” he said, pulling away to grab his satchel and he dug into it to pull out a small magnet, making you gasp and snatch it out of his hand.

“You remembered!” you said with a smile, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll put it on the fridge. Coffee?”

He raised his brows and nodded his head, “Yes please.”

“I’m beginning to think I’m becoming a profiler,” you grinned at him and fixed your hair before jumping over the back of the couch. You had every intention to walk to the kitchen but you couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over to rest your chin on his shoulder and kissed his cheek, making him smile. He entwined his fingers with you, pressing his lips on the back of your hand, the warmth spreading from that spot through your whole body.

“Thank you,” you said softly and he turned his head to look at you,

“Of course, it’s nothing.”

“No, it’s… it’s not nothing.” You shook your head, “It makes me happy.”

The light in his eyes was so warm that you thought you would melt.

“Good, because I want—“ he swallowed thickly, “I need you to be happy.”

You nibbled on your lip before you stole a kiss from him,

“I am,” you murmured, not lying for the first time in your life. You rushed to the kitchen, putting the magnet on the fridge carefully before you turned the coffee machine on.

“So I was thinking,” you said, “About this 7 hour long conference.”

“You lost that bet, you have to attend it with me.”

“Ah no, I’m not trying to skip it,” you leaned on the kitchen island, “I just have a question.”

He looked over his shoulder, “Yeah?”

“There are bathrooms there right?”

“Of course.”

“And everyone will be pretty busy during and after the sessions?”

“Yeah because the Q and A sometimes goes longer than planned.”

“Great, so we can hook up in the bathroom?”

He blinked a couple of times, as if he couldn’t tell if you were joking.

“Come again?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “What? No one ever does anything fun in these conferences?”

“I don’t—“ he stammered, “They’re highly academic, so I don’t think… I don’t think anyone—um—”

“You okay there, professor?” you grinned, aware of your effect of your words “You’re telling me you keep attending these conferences and then you end up not hooking up with anyone?”

He shook his head, still confused and you winked at him.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” you said, “You’re going to be late if you just keep sitting there and gawking at me by the way, IQ of 187.”

He tried to pull himself together, gathering his files as you turned around to get the cups out of the cabinet.

“For the record, I think people are having fun in a non-academic way in these things, you just don’t know it yet,” you said, pouring the coffee into the cups “In one of the conferences we had to attend during college, me and my friend got these flasks of whiskey, then we—“ you stopped talking when you turned around and saw him standing there, completely frozen as he skimmed the papers in one of his files.

“What?” you asked when his eyes snapped up to yours, but there was something behind his gaze, completely void of the affection you were used to seeing. He swallowed thickly, his jaw clenched and he threw the file onto the kitchen island, making you frown.

Then a shudder ran down your spine.

Your mom’s file on Spencer. The one she had told her P.I to prepare when she paid him to look into Spencer’s past. You had just assumed your mother threw it away when you couldn’t see it after you came home that day, but apparently you should’ve looked harder.

“Y/N,” his voice sounded way too distant, way too cold, “What the hell is this?”

Chapter 16

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