#the diamond chair is an invitation to be danced on….

[montaguesimp]

our team mates hate us 💀

#the diamond chair is an invitation to be danced on…. #midas #montague #montague fortnite #midas fortnite #midague #midas x montague

[trinimalfoyyy]

Father Malfoy- a D.M. SMUT

Synopsis: Father Malfoy shows you what biblical duties truly mean when he finds out about your engagement

Warnings: 18+ (abusive relationship, praise kink, domination, derogatory names + language, unprotected sex, cheating, restraining, power play?) religious themes

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER FIC ON A03 SO INSPIRATION/SIMILARITY COMES FROM THEM <3 (@Cuntoid so give them some love)

A/N: I’m backkk my little devils ;))

“It won’t change anything.”

You stare at the ground, kicking your foot in an anxious manner. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingernails as you try very hard to avoid eye contact with the person in front of you. The words repeatedly stuck in your head made you furrow your eyebrows.

“It could change a lot.”

You hear no response and take it to finally break the long eye contact with the ground to stare into his cold, lifeless, grey orbs. He’s sitting back in his chair, leg crossed onto the other yet they are still spread apart enough to see his body. One hand covers his mouth and he stares back at you hardly even blinking.

“A ring won’t undo your sins, let alone playing pretend as his wife won’t make you any less of a whore.”

The sun peeks through the curtains and lands upon the diamond ring that envelops your finger. His eyes trail down towards the ring, and you can see his jaw tense and his eyes grow in fever. Your eyes follow his to the same destination. The rainbow shadows dance along the room, and a prism of light hits his eyes just right.

"Isn't jealousy a sin, Father?"

He scoffs aloud, breaking your trance from the ring and back into his familiar eyes. "What could I possibly be jealous of? That ring may show onlookers you are claimed, but how are you even claimed? Mentally? Hardly. Spiritually?" He pauses, and the sound of your heart thumps so loud it makes the hairs on your body sit upright. "I know you aren't claimed physically, for what you wear when you visit me states otherwise doesn't it?"

You shift in your seat, not because you are nervous, no, because you know he's right. The skirts and dresses you wear make it more accessible for him. However, recently, the length begs the question of how accessible you want it to be.

He straightens his posture, folds his hands on the desk, and awaits your rebuttal, knowing it is in vain.

"I love him."

" I never said you didn't love him. I'm simply stating your sins and how they contribute to making you a whore."

You suck in a breath and try to rack that brain of a way to respond to him but to no avail. You come up with no words and soon the real anxiety sets in.

He slowly gets up and rounds his desk, stopping next to you before kneeling. Even on one knee, his figure looms over you, powers over you. His long fingers mindless dance upon your arm as his eyes reach deep into yours.

"You sound jealous...incredibly jealous."

"Yet, you come here and seek refugee in my warmth. Find ways to pay for your sins. To worship me. I know what you need, and your soon-to-be husband won't ever know you like I do."

He licks his lips and shows his canines--causing you to grip the chair. His eyes dip down to watch your motions before slowly reaching your eyes again. His hot breath tickles your arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"If you were some unimportant whore from the streets, I'd congratulate you. But I've tasted...felt how your warm flesh sends me an invitation to my own demise."

The hand that laid beside him now creeps upon your thigh, making you spread your legs all without breaking focus. You suck a moan when his slender fingers reach your entrance to rub a delicious movement against your bare core but it never reaches where you wish it would. He’s teasing you, showing you how he owns you through simple games.

"Does his touch affect you so? Does a simple touch from him make you spread your legs? Does it?" You nod a no weakly, and his eyes swirl with pride. Your hand grips the chair even harder, and his teeth come into contact with your plush thighs. Nail indents would be left over from how hard his nails dug into you. Claiming you. Marking you up for him. Only him.

His hot tongue draws circles in the inner of your thighs. Right now, your heart is felt between your legs, and your mouth is watered from the attention you are receiving. You yelp as his teeth nip and bite, leaving hard marks just to go over them with his tongue.

You could feel how wet you were and almost taste it in your mouth. The smell flooded the room as his head neared your aching entrance. Butterflies filled your stomach so that your toes could curl. With little strength, you call out his name.

"F-Father."

His name was so breathy it hardly was heard. It was a mere whisper, yet it tore his actions to a halt as he looked up through his lids.

"Get up."

His voice echoed in your head as his warmth left your cold body. He waited for you to listen to him, and with shaky legs you stood up just like he asked. His nails dig shape as he pulls you around the desk, grabbing the back of your hair to drop you down.

The cold wood made your feverous body shiver as your hands scrambled to find something to hold onto. You swear you could feel the wood vibrate from how fast your heart was thumping. Cold fingers touched your waist and made you shiver from the sensation.

Suddenly you feel thankful to be at the desk and to have something hold your weak body up. "Does he ever take you on furniture or is the bed the only salvation you have encountered?"

"He...He wants to save it till marriage."

A hum followed by a pause. Another pause passes before he answers you.

"He hasn't even taken a bite out of the forbidden fruit? But, instead, he awaits it like a present wrapped in a neat little bow? Does he know I have tasted your nectar or that you aren't as innocent as you claim?"

"He doesn't know, Draco."

A harsh pull of your hair has you choking on air as he pulls your head back to the point of snapping it. His face nears yours as he growls in your ear.

"You will call me by my rightful name!"

His once cool grey eyes have daggers embedded deep within as he stares you down. Tears blur your vision as you try to answer the man but all words become gargled. Instead, you let out a whimper to signal how sorry you were to disrespect him.

His warm tongue darts from behind his canines and he licks a strip up your jugular. His other hand reaches down your dress to twist your now rock-hard nipple. A moan escapes your throat and his iron-clad grip slowly lets go of your hair.

"Apologize for your mistake slut."

"I'm-I'm sorry Father..."

A finger dances along your spine and reaches your dress before he hikes the material high enough to show him what he wants to see. Your fingers grip the desk harder in anticipation of what is to come next.

"No panties underneath? My my what a true common whore you really are!"

A brush against your now-exposed entrance has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Rubbing through your folds, he groans at the sight of what truly wet with desire you are. A gasp and an arch in the back as his finger enters till his cold ring reaches your hole.

"Fuck...so wet for me aren't you?"

You nod so quick that your brain can't register what he actually said. The feeling was too good--the pumping action builds a band inside of you. Just a little more and it would break.

But the feeling stops suddenly as you clench around nothing. A pout reaches your features but turns back into pleasure at the sound of a belt.

His belt buckle snaps with such a delicious sound you swear you can feel it. A tap is felt on one of your cheeks and you spread your legs farther without a word even being said.

"Good girl...beg me for it."

"Please, Father! Please! Plea-oh!"

A quick slam of his thick cock has your pelvis squashed up against the wood in a painful movement. He sets out a quick pace, one that has you moaning and babbling incoherent words. Sharp quick thrusts soon turn into pleasure as your body shapes around him perfectly.

"Look at how quick your body adjusted for me. Only I can make your body twitch and shake. Let me make you mine. Let me fill you up completely."

His groans intertwine with your moans as his hand finds your neck and squeezes it. This makes you clench around him and you hear a sharp intake of air enter his lips.

His grip falters on your neck but he makes up for it by shoving his fingers deep in your mouth. His fingers fill up your mouth as much as his cock does. Salvia drips down into a puddle on the desk.

The hand on your waist is so tight you know a bruise will develop later. You could care less in fact, with the way his cock brushing your stomach makes you feel drunk. His thrusts become more erratic and that shakes the desk. He chases after his own high and could feel how close you were getting to yours.

He stops his motions and snatches his fingers from your warm mouth. His hands grip your sides and flip you on your back. You scream out as his cock slams back into you. You watch the sweat drip from his forehead as he ruts so hard.

The grip around your neck is back but much greater. You can hardly breathe and spots line your vision.

"Tell me how good it feels."

You babble words and sounds as you can feel the band starting to break. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake with intensity.

"Yes, milk my cock! Let me fill that womb and see how fruitful you are in return."

Tears form in the corner of your eyes as his thrusts hit your now sensitive body. His thumb enters your mouth and he moans as you take in it.

Soon his thrusts become sloppy and you know how close he is. His eyebrows furrow together and his head is thrown back as he shoots white thick ropes inside your gummy walls.

His cock twitches as he rides his high, slowing down in the process. He slowly takes out his white-painted member before getting back dressed. He remains his composure and looks as if he didn't commit a sin just now. He looks back at you and then down to see his efforts drip down onto the desk.

He scoops it back up before plugging your hole with his fingers. You look up at him confused.

"We wouldn't want my efforts to just end up on the desk. No, it must stay inside you." He hums in agreement.

"What would your husband think if you were to get pregnant from my seed?" You look at him through half-lidded eyes too tired to even move.

"Would he be mad? Pissed? Surprised even?" Tears prick your eyes as you listen to him talk.

"Don't cry little dove. I have big plans for you. Very big indeed."

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[sapphiresgarden]

summary ☾⋆⁺₊ you are the real star of the show, and furina wants your attention only to herself. notes ☾⋆⁺₊ furina x gn!reader, this work is meant to be read as sapphic. drabble set in a unspecified royalty au. furina is down bad for you, a pretty stranger she saw... she's so dramatic i love her!! and this is my first time writing for her and frankly i'm a little stressed but it is what it is. not proof read. men dni.

It was unfair how beautiful you were, dancing away and being showered with affection by others. If the ballroom was full of riches and golds, then you were the prettiest diamond one could find in Tevyat. Your smile– the way your lips curved at people's words, wrinkles barely visible from under your fan– it seemed to shine brighter than any of the stars could.

She wondered, how did your laugh sound? Was it a melody so pure, that she would fall asleep to it? Or was it like the birds' song, making her own lips curve in a smile?

Despite all, you were not paying attention to Furina.

That… annoyed her, to say the least. Why talk with them, when you could chat away and dance with her? What made them better than her? Frankly, she only knew your name and that was only because she went over the guest list Neuvillette prepaped, but nonetheless!

Why?

The more she stared at you, the more she started to notice about you. The gestures you made, the little gasps at the gossips, the deadpan look you gave to a man next to you and your laugh right after it, she didn't even realize when her cheeks started to prickle with warmth, dusting with pink.

Why was she so infatuated with you, a stranger, on her own ball?

"Neuvillette!" she called suddenly and pointed rudely at you, something akin to a pout on her lips, "Why are they not talking to me?!"

And why did she want you to pay attention to her so badly?

The man blinked and looked at you, before looking back at Furina and replying, "It appears that they are busy, lady Furina. Perhaps if you go and talk to them, they might start paying attention to you."

"Fine!" She got up from the fancy chair, her dress bouncing with the sudden movement. She grabbed the glass from the table and cleared her throat, smiling and catching people's eyes.

"My dearest guests! I am so grateful for your coming! This ball would not be the same without all of you!" After hearing her words, everyone around started clapping in agreement, including you.

You closed the fan with a flick of your wrist and smiled, your attention now on her and Furina was sure her heart just skipped a beat or two.

"So please, let us celebrate this further and dance, once again! Orchestra!" She pointed her glass in the direction of the musicians, and soon, the ballroom was filled with tunes of piano and strings, inviting everyone to dance.

Furina herself put the glass back on the table and almost skipped in your direction, once again catching yours and the people's around glances.

"May I have this dance?" she asked and you blinked at her, surprised to hear her words. And yet you gave your fan to a woman nearby and smiled at her, and Furina had to fight the urge to giggle, in happiness that you didn't reject her.

"It would be my pleasure, lady Furina." You bowed elegantly and put your own hand in hers.

And now, finally, your eyes were on her and her only.

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[blueberryarchive]

Birthday Cake ˖ ࣪⭑ (18+)

tw; toxic relationship, smut

"Stay there," whispered Jungkook to Bam in a drunken chuckle while you took his hand. You knew that house better than himself, and even though it reminded you of bitter times, the sparkling wine in your veins was so sweet. Daring.

"Hurry up, idiot," you hushed him looking for the door to his home studio. His friends were calling him, the candles from the cake melting downstairs waiting for the birthday boy to appear. You were opening doors, God only knows why. "God, you're still a mess. Why the fuck don't you get a maid to clean your room?"

Ah, there it is still. You and your fucking complaining.

"Ok, sugar. Would you be my maid?" With an iced hand, silver and diamonds clashing with your barely covered ass. His fingers went up your skirt without asking, he was so needy for you and he didn't care if he looked desperate. If you two almost trip over the rug, hell, he would fuck you just there if he could.

His friends told him not to invite you to his 26th birthday party. He didn't care. You were his ex, yes. You ended on bad terms, kind of. But your fucking eyes were inviting him to sin again, all night, with only two glances and you were already taking his hand to steal him from Jimin and the girl he was trying to present to him. He didn't even apologize or fight. And the girl, she was lovely, but Jeon knew it took more than pretty to get to him.

More. More daring and dangerous, something to make his heart race and his lips bruising red. More of taking his tipsy ass to his home studio and close the door while everyone was looking for him. Kiss the edge of his jaw and play with the silver choker around his neck.

"Oh, fuck you," he whined playing with your hair, hand trembling with emotion. He hated you so much for knowing every little piece of him, where to touch him without him asking. "Why do you always do this to me?"

"Why did you invite me, then?" your cheeky smile looking up at his frown.

With a sudden move he was carrying you to his desk, you laughed so hard his heart ached. Remembering sleepless nights walking around the park, the only sound being your voice telling stories to his tired ears.

You took the microphone that was next to you and looked at him with hooded eyes. "Happy birthday," you started singing and he rolled his eyes, the smell of your perfume was intoxicating, lethal, a fucking weapon.

He knew you knew it was his favorite.

A spark lit on his head. "Wait," he smirked and took a step back lifting your dress. A sigh came out of his nose, and he moved his head from side to side while pursing his lips. "You never change, do you?"

"I mean it's your birthday, dear." you purred in his ear, you were wearing a baby blue set. How dare you.

"So you were planning on fucking me?"

"I was planning on fucking." your eyes were dancing around the room, blushed.

"Right." And with that, the rush was no longer going to his dick.

"Oh, Kook. You knew I came because I needed some."

He sat on his desk chair, legs wide open just like his dark shirt. Sleek, black hair covering his dangling earrings and the new piercing on his lower lip you were ready to taste. But you fucked up. His eyes were lost, going to the past, knowing that things could have worked out between you two. It was late, though.

"Baby-"

"Undress, love. We didn't come to talk." His voice was deep and hurt, anxiously biting the silver of his lip.

You indeed didn't say a thing and obeyed.

"Slower, baby. I got time," without taking his eyes off of you he went to his desk looking for music. The song was slow, and inviting. He started to move his head to the beat. He walked right past you taking a good look at your body, he was pleased and you knew by the smile carved in his gaze.

He went back to the chair and nodded so you could come to his open lap. "You were not planning on fucking anyone else." He said, you chuckled. He was so cocky. "You came with my favorite perfume." True. "And one of my favorite pieces on you." That didn't mean...something. " So you came to please the birthday boy, showing off your cute ass around, looking so good, smelling better than the cake. And now you don't want me to eat my piece? How selfish."

Your eyebrows raised. Oh, he was angry. 

You sat down and he took control, gripping your ass so hard that it might leave bruises.

"C'mon, ride me like you did Jimin on that club," he whispered, and your heart sank. How did he know? Your chest felt heavy, guilt sipping through your veins. It was only a dance but, 

"Don't worry," he smiled. "I already took your friend on a date, I might fuck her on the second one."

As he was talking, you were unconsciously moving on top of him. He was guiding you, moving slowly from the tip to the zipper of his pants. 

"You came to get some, baby?" his lips were brushing against yours, the cold from the hoop sending shivers to your core. How much you missed that chill. You nodded at his question. "Then you will get some."

With both hands behind your ass, he carried you to the desk opening your legs, your back against the furniture. The light from the computer made his face blue, and the diamonds around his neck made him look so pretty. 

The back of your legs were on his chest while he took his dick out. He was hard and already leaking. You hummed at the sight.

"Say it," he caressed your leg with his hand. Tip already teasing your entrance.

"Say what?" you dared to say. You were stubborn even in the worst times. 

Jungkook didn't warn you when he already was inside you, filling you with a scorching pleasure. 

"Say it, baby."

"Yes, I came to fuck you." you cried when he started moving. He smiled. 

He pushed his body near yours, making your knees touch your chest. His forehead with yours while the slapping sound echoed with his own music in the background. 

The in-and-out was heavenly, wet, and nasty. Just how he liked. 

"God, you're so fucking bad for me. But that pussy, baby," you kissed him with so much love he couldn't keep the bad boy act. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck when the rhythm started to get sloppy, he began to lose balance, one hand gripping the edge of the desk for support. That kiss killed him. 

"Oh, Kookie!" you purred, messing his hairstyle with your trembling fingers.

"Fuck you," he groaned, searching for your lips again to shut you up. 

With one hug and a grunt, he came painting your creamy walls. "God, I love you." he sighed and blushed. He fucked up. 

Your stare softened, and you smiled, reassuring him that you didn't feel fear for something you both knew it was not easy to throw away.

"Happy birthday, Kookie boy." You gave him a peck, fixing his hair. 

Late as fuck but here i am :))) -🫐

#bts #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook #bts drabble #jungkook x reader #jk #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook

[aquagirl1978]

Cruel Summer - Vlad x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of the Summer Days Sultry Nights writing event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess . This fic was inspired by fanart of Vlad created by @ana-thedaydreamer of a shirtless Vlad at the beach - sorry, I couldn't find the link to the work but it is glorious!

Pairing: Vlad x Reader

Prompt: a walk on the beach & barefoot in the sand

Tags: fluff

You didn’t like summer.

Correction – you hated summer. The long days of summer meant spending time indoors counting down the days until cooler weather, avoiding the cruel heat and everything it brought, from sunburns to bug bites. 

And despite all that, when Vlad had invited you to spend the day at the beach with him, you happily accepted. 

Because going anywhere, doing anything was always better with Vlad.

You took a sip of strawberry lemonade, its ice cubes nearly melted in the heat, doing little to quench your thirst. Fanning yourself with your book, you soon realized there was no relief from the brutal summer heat, even under the shade of your large umbrella. 

"Hey…" Vlad called out your name, his soft, sweet voice distracting you from your misery. "It's much cooler over here."

Shading your eyes with your hand, you looked out towards the shoreline where Vlad was standing, the water barely reaching his knees. He reached down and cupped his hands in the water, splashing some on his face. He stood back up, smiling at you with the sun high above him, droplets of water sparkling like diamonds on his skin. 

You licked your lips as you gazed at Vlad, respectfully admiring his sculpted abs and chest. Your eyes drifted, shamefully lingering at the narrowing of his waist while thoughts danced through your head. Happy thoughts that caused heat to rise to your already warmed cheeks.

What made this summer day so cruel was that you couldn’t act on your thoughts. You couldn’t slip your hand under that thin band of fabric and touch Vlad. Feel him. And see if he was feeling the same exact way you were. 

But the beach you were on was not secluded and actions like that had to wait until later. Much later.

You rose from your chair, your feet sinking into the soft sand, hoping your knees wouldn’t bend and go weak. The hot sand burned the bottom of your feet as you quickly made your way to Vlad. 

“You’re right,” you said with a smile as you reached him. “It is cooler here.” The cool waves were refreshing as the water lapped against your ankles, the soft sand sliding between your toes as you looked up at your lover. 

“Let’s go on a walk,” he suggested, taking your hand in his, the salty sea breeze mussing his pale hair.

Fun will have to wait for later, you told yourself as you walked away with Vlad, summer proving, once again, just how cruel she truly was.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Underneath the City Lights, Part 2

Summary:  Ari has some questions and a plan

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, forced dancing, non con groping and sucking, choking, fingering, voyeurism, conspiracy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Ari, what are you thinking?” Ari’s piercing blue eyes look out the window of his office, and over the city.  The distant neon glow of the Dirty Martini clouding anything that he should be thinking.  You had grown up, and it appeared that you were being used as a pawn by your own brother.

Your father had been a kind and just man.  Ran a respectable establishment, and now it seemed the Dirty Martini was more seedy.  Gossip of how it was just a cover for peddling more than just burlesque entertainment.  The business in flesh wasn’t anything new, but would your brother actually offer up your own body for the right amount?

“Ari?” Jonathan asks again.  His boss had become more and more distant with his thoughts.  “You’re taking her claims seriously.”

“Why would a brother send his sister into my room where she was wearing fabric that left nothing to the imagination?  Cameras pointed right at the chair I was sitting in to ‘protect her’ or was it to sell more than just her body?  He didn’t care to have her fully exposed to me.  And on display for whoever was watching.”

“Yes, the city knows you are the most fierce mafia boss since your great grandfather.  The sight of your silhouette causes fear.  He knows better than to let a video of you out of some woman’s cunt was soaking your pants.”

“I’m not worried about that video getting out.  I’m worried about a brother selling his sister for the right price.  Her grandfather was my father’s advisor.  You realize that, right?” Ari shakes his head, still unbelieving of how your family had fallen so far.  Your family was once feared, and now they were selling lust.  

“She knows something.  Look at their accounts.  They’re passed due.  They’re desperate.  Why wouldn’t they try and take from the hand that feeds them?  And fucking August Walker.  Pig.  How many dropped soliciting charges does he have?  Calvin would sell his sister to make a buck, and get them out of debt with me.  This is trouble for us.  But she also needs protecting.”

“Well, you’ve been invited back again tonight.  The diamond has a grand performance just for you.  So says this August Walker.”

“I want the place surrounded.  I won’t be moving tonight, but I’m going to see if I can get any information out of her.  She’s an asset.  And our teams can formulate the best way to get her out of the club undetected.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact she’s got a beautiful voice, and even prettier face?  Judging by the state of your pants, and quick departure to the shower you thoroughly enjoyed your time with her,” Ari smirks, adjusting his jacket before he leaves without another word.  He always was a softie for a damsel in distress.  Especially ones he felt familial loyalty to.

“Hmm,” Calvin asks, studying the footage from last night.  He had seen Ari intently watching you while you performed, but your private audience solidified his affections.  Ari, the most feared man in the city, was entranced by you.  He looks away from the screen when Ari’s mouth surrounds your nipple.  It was an image he couldn’t get out of his head, but if it meant that Ari had a distraction, it would be okay.  “What state was he in when he left?”

“You mean the huge hard on he couldn’t disguise with your sister’s juices spewed on his pants?”

“Can you not talk about my sister like that?”

“You’re the one that put her up on stage.  The one who knew exactly what Ari would want.  She’s got him wrapped around her little finger.  Imagine, Ari the man we’re trying to take everything from, wrapped around the pinky of your baby sister,” August leans back in the chair, wondering just how long it would take to have Ari completely spent by you.

“A baby sister that I control.  This is too good.  Whatever you did that night, we need a repeat.”

“No.  We need grander.  Ari needs to feel possessive and jealous that other men are staring at her tits, vying for her attention, and willing to pay for her pussy.”

“And she needs to understand who is in control,” his hand rubs over his chin as he thinks.  It was the perfect option for you to realize exactly where you stood in this operation.  You were nothing.  “Put up the cage.  Make sure she remembers that she is but our little bird.  She’s there for entertainment, and for everyone to gawk at.  Women need to want to be her, and men need to want to sink into her and own her.  And if her cunt can keep Ari occupied, and we make more money in the process, it’s exactly what we’ll do.”

“You’re a sick fuck you know that?” August stands, it was time to get you ready.  He knew the perfect costume.  The perfect way to show off your curves.

“Yeah, well, keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll be able to feel her flesh around you.”

“Aye aye, captain,” he wipes off his mouth, heading to your dressing room where he could already hear you protesting.  It was always the same.  A little brat that needs to be punished for her stubbornness. In time.  He would get to it.  In time.

Slinging the door open you take one look at him before throwing a vase of fresh flowers towards his head, and he glowers at you.  Wiping the water off his face before starting towards you, “Go away!” You scream, but he doesn’t react.  He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.

“Don’t touch me!” Grabbing at your wrist, he pulls you closer to his body.  His free hand pulling aside your robe.  Getting a peak at the swell of your chest, “You pig!” You spit up at him, and he wipes your saliva off his face as well.  The hand around your wrist moving to your throat, and he backs you up to the wall.

A thick thigh going in between your thighs, “August, please, stop.”

“How quickly your tune changed, princess.  So sure into groveling for mercy.  What have we here?” He moves aside your robe, exposing one of your breasts, and pushes you further on his thigh.  “Such a little girl and such a big attitude.”

“Let me go.”

“No, I don’t think I will.  I enjoy the view too much.  You want to act like you can pitch your little fits without consequences.  You can be heard all throughout the backstage.  Do you know why you have a private dressing room?” You shake your head no, and his glowing blue eyes finally look up at your face.  “Privacy, princess.  I could have you choking on my cock if I wanted to.  Slam you down on the vanity while I rail into you, and you’re just a slobbering mess.”

“Then why don’t you?” His grip around your neck gets tighter, and you try and gulp, but he only forces a slow grind on him.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Because your untouched pussy is more valuable than one that’s been stretched out on my fat cock.  You need to remember your place.  You’re worth nothing more than the wet skin between your legs.  You think you’re something special because you can sing, and you got the King to pay for an hour of your time.  His first question was how many people have had you.  All he wants is to split you open.  Conquer you.  You’re nothing.  There’s nothing special about you, but these perky tits, and tight ass.  Once you realize that you’re no more than a flashlight to these men, the better off you are.  And stop with this fucking attitude,” he leans over giving your nipple a suck before grabbing the pumps out of his pocket.  Cupping your tit as he gives your pebble peak a nibble.

“They need to be lubricated, don’t they?  I believe we’re going to suck the life out of these pretty tits.  Keep them hard the rest of the night.  They did the trick though, didn’t they.  I watched Ari unable to keep his mouth off them.”

“August,” Rita says firmly, walking into the dressing room.  “I think it’s time for you to leave,” your lip trembles as he tightens the contraption on you, wincing when he twists it all the way, and you look down in horror at your nipple sucked into the cylinder, throbbing and swollen.  He moves onto the other one, and Rita slaps a hand on your vanity.

“August, your master is calling you.”

“Shut up, you fucking bitch,” his voice mumbles around you nipple.  Standing up straight and attaching the other clamp.  “You know what the third one is for, princess?  You gonna let me suck on that clit, too?”

“August!”

“What the fuck is your problem, Rita?” He finishes up on your skin, and his body spins around to look at her.  “What?  Ari already requested an hour-long private show.  He liked what he saw.”

“And I’m sure Mr. Levinson would not like to hear about you tainting his companion.  What costume is she wearing tonight?” Rita changes the subject to business.  She was smart even if people assumed she was just your handler.  Her eyes only flick once towards you, but it was long enough to see you were stunned quiet.

“The dove costume.  She’s singing in the cage tonight.  Just so she remembers her place.  Make us proud.  Maybe you can see if Ari’s dick really is that big.  I’ll be watching,” smirking, he makes sure to hit Rita’s shoulder with his own.  Slamming the door for good measure as he walks out of the room.  He would have you.  Once Ari was destroyed by you, August would make Ari watch him own your pussy, right before he was shot in the head.

“You know how to piss him off,” Rita says, stepping up to you.  “What else did he do?”

“Nothing you didn’t see,” wiping at your tears, you look down at your chest, “God, I hate him.  I hate this.”

“Play the game,” Rita straightens herself back up, looking at you, smiling when your breathing picks up in panic, “Play their game better than they do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do.  That’s why you're not fighting him.  You’re playing their game, and you’re playing it better.  You see the bigger picture.  You’re smarter than either Calvin or August give you credit for.  Ari is a good one to have on your side.  And even you know this,” you turn around, not wanting to acknowledge anything she was saying.  Playing dumb was becoming second nature to you.

“Good girl.  You just may survive.”

“Rita, go get my costume for the night, and have Tonya come in here to do my makeup.”

“Of course.  Dulce.”

Ari snorts, but leans closer towards the stage, watching you swing inside of a cage.  Calvin wanted to pretend he was a genius, but this message was not subliminal as he thought.  It was meant for him and you.  Putting you in your rightful spot.  Caged up, pretty, and singing for a crowd.  Top completely exposed to everyone looking.

“They’re all watching her, boss,” Jonathan knew better than to stare too long at you.  Ari never took kindly to sharing his play things.  

“Put in my bid for her company.  I do not care the cost,” Jonathan looks over at his boss, wondering what exactly had him so consumed in you.  He was sure that it was more than just the information that you claimed to have.  “Jonathan, I will have company with her tonight.”

“Of course,” he heads off to tell Calvin to name his price for you for the evening.  Knowing that he would only take an hour of your time.  But he would ensure that you would not entertain anyone else.  

Ari’s eyes drift over your curves as you shimmy around.  Other people would think that you were confident in this performance, but he knew better.  Watching as you try to hold the microphone in a way to cover your bare chest, or even the amount of times you would turn around, showing only your feathered ass to the audience.  

He didn’t care.  He would have you alone soon enough.  Away from these prying eyes, and men that were licking their lips and ready to devour you.  He had to get you away from here, regardless if you had information or not.  Your brother had brought you out to slaughter, and left you to be nothing more than a pile of flesh, rhinestones, and feathers.  

The ache in Ari’s pants told him he was definitely attracted to you, but he would be more than just a hungry man.  Unlike the men and women in here that are chomping at the bit for a tiny morsel of you, he wanted you to be able to be the little girl that couldn’t look people in the eyes when she talked.  Now you were a dancing fool for money and pleasure.  Business of the flesh would always be there, but you didn’t want it.  

The other girls laughed, and giggled on stage.  You kept looking off to the side at someone.  Waiting for approval, and continuing on your number.  Ari had questions, and when you were safe, he would get answers.  Was it just Calvin controlling you?  Or was there someone else you feared?  And should those people lay a finger on you, they would be dealt with.

“Mr. Levinson,” Ari turns to look up at the gentleman that dared to take his attention away from you, “I’m August, I’ve come to take you to your private room.”

“And you can wait until she’s finished.  I’m quite enjoying the show.”

“She’s nearly finished.”

“Then you won’t mind waiting.  Are you in charge of her wardrobe?” August nods, smiling as Ari looks only at you.  “Make sure her tits are covered.  I’m the only one that gets to look at them.”

“Sir?”

“I will pay extra to make sure she’s properly dressed for my tastes.  In the private room she can wear whatever she prefers, or nothing at all.  On that stage I want her covered.  Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And do me a favor, quit pumping her nipples up.  They look bruised.  Perhaps you’re using too much suction, August?” You bow, and your arms immediately cover your chest as Ari stands up.  Proving just how much taller than August he was.  Ari’s shoulders are much more broad.  Ari didn’t know why, but he loathed this man.

“I…her nipples need to stay hard.”

“Her nipples will be covered up for all of these people, but me.  I can make them plenty hard on my own.  You may show me the way to the private room.”

“It’s our finest room, sir.”

“I’m sure it is,” buying his time.  That’s all he was doing.  Waiting for the proper moment to strike.  No one would ever find you, and they would never make you feel like meat again.

“Ari,” you whisper, walking into the darkened room.  He was already comfortable and sitting on a couch, his legs spread out wide when he lifts his finger, instructing you to spin around.  Unlike August’s demands, you obey promptly.

“C’mere, and remove your robe,” you let the silk slide off your skin, and only a shelf bra, and barely there panties decorated your body.  Sashaying your hips as you walk closer to him.  You are much more confident with just him.  He’s even able to catch a glimpse of your velvety and glistening folds as you go to straddle his lap.  Whoever chose this outfit needed a raise.

Settling on his lap, his hands circle around your ass, pulling you flush to his crotch, and you lean forward, kissing along his neck as you start grinding on him, “They want to kill you,” you whisper into his ear, leaning back off his chest, and placing your hands on his knees, you continue your motions.  Those panties exposing more and more of you.

Your swollen tits did look good in your bra, and they were beckoning him to grab them.  Giving you a pinch, you wince, making him stop immediately.  “You’re bruised.”

“He left me in those things too long, and they were too tight.”

“I knew it.  I’ve got,” you shake your head no, looking up at the camera again.  “What is it that you want?”

“Make him pay for earlier,” Ari could feel his blood boiling already.  He didn’t know who he was, but he did something to you.  “Put on a show for him.  He’s watching.”

“August?” You give him a small nod, reaching to move your panties aside, you are drenched.  Your body still rolling over top of him.  One look up at him, and you nod, giving him permission to touch you.  “I won’t do this if you’re not okay with it.”

“If I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t have my pussy spread open for you.  I want him to pay.”

“This is only a business agreement.”

“Exactly,” you agree, moaning when his finger slides up your slit.  Giving your clit a roll between his finger and thumb, he pushes two fingers into your core, and you are no longer pretending when you whimper at how well he fills you up with only two thick fingers.  Looking down to watch him pumping in and out of you.

“Son of a bitch!” August hits the table, and slides his chair away from the screens.  “Fucking whore!”

“Isn’t that her job?” Rita laughs.  It served him right.  August and Calvin could play their little games with you and Ari, but they were idiots.  Wanted to start selling you because of Ari’s interest, and then get pissed off when he enjoyed his merchandise.  

August looks back at the screen as Ari spits down into your hole, his other hand grabbing at your tender nipple, and pulls.  Making you move closer to him.  “Fuck my fingers, and tell me what they’re planning.”

With your body hunching over him, you lean into his neck, and no one was any the wiser as to what you were doing.  No one could see your mouth moving, or what you were saying.  All they could see was you rising and falling onto his fingers.  Viewing your legs quivering as your walls clench tight around him.  

“Growl all you want to, August.  He paid for ‘the flesh in between her legs’.  Now how will you ever stack up to him?”

“You’re a bitch just like she is.”

“And she’s the product, isn’t she?  That’s what you and Calvin wanted.  I believe she’s doing her job well.  Enjoying herself in the process,” August grits his teeth when your head tilts back on your shoulders, and you ride over Ari like a crazed woman.  Tits bouncing in his face when he sucks on one of your hardened buds.  “Don’t be jealous.  You can’t sell sex, and get jealous when people enjoy your wares.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Then quit getting hard.”

“Get out of here!” He yells, and Rita slowly backs away from him.  He had an erection that needed to be tended to.  He’s just thankful that all you were feeling was Ari’s fingers, and not something else.  It was almost time.

Ari wipes at his beard as he gets into the car.  Looking out in the city lights, “The house better be prepared.  I need her out, and need myself to go missing.  You’ll be in charge, but I’ll be the one driving.  Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” his assistant responds.  Not making a comment about the state of Ari’s clothes, or the red bruises on his neck.  Didn’t want to mention how Ari kept making excuses to have his hand near his mouth, or was constantly readjusting his pants.  “What did you find out?”

“They want to overthrow me.  Ahh,” he lets out an evil laugh, looking back at the Dirty Martini, “They’ve made an enemy of Dulce though.  She wants blood.”

“She wants your dick.”

“And she can have it whenever she wants.  But she’s much more valuable than that.  Have a jet ready.  We move tomorrow night.”

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[klausysworld]

you can do a one-shot of yandere klaus mikaelson, where he never kidnaps y/n, but he is very possessive and obsessive with her and he is always pampering her to win her heart (they are not a couple) and he always pampers her and gives her everything she wants (she's a bit manipulative and uses klaus's obsession to her advantage) so the only reason klaus seeks power is to offer it to him so when he gets to new orleans (there's no hayley and no hope) and he gets his kingdom, offers it to her and begs her to be his queen and gives her a crown and everything.

His Queen

(Third person)

Klaus is known to obsess over things, people. He normally has a bit of a chase, wins his prize and moves on. Sometimes he would get bored along the way and find something new to play with to keep himself entertained.

But he was adamant that this girl would be his. Not as a toy, no. She would be his queen. Someone to stand beside him always and forever. Somebody to love and spoil.

One small, minor issue was that she wasn’t having it. She didn’t want to be his queen, didn’t show him any love and only sometimes stood at his side. She didn’t complain on the spoiling part though.

And so he did so relentlessly. If something shiny was what would steal her affections then that is what she would get.

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Klaus watched as Y/n spoke with Rebekah, his sister was showing her the collection of topaz jewellery that they had saved over the centuries. He studied her face, the desire in her eyes to wear it, to own it.

Later that same day after she had gone home he made sure to find the finest jewellery he knew that they had. The most expensive sapphires, priceless rubies and unbelievable diamonds.

He had each item individually wrapped on their own box, bows neatly tied on top ready to be opened. He packaged them into one large box and carefully placed it into the car.

He knocked at her door with a smile on his face. Seeing her confused face as she greeted him politely had him near excited to hand her the gift

“I got you something, my love” he told her, her interest was peaked as she glanced to the huge item in his hands

“What is it?” She asked with that sparkle in her eye again.

“Why don’t you let me inside and you can see?” He offered, he watched her silent debate with herself before ultimately her curiosity got the better of her and she invited him in.

He closed the door behind him, removed his shoes and jacket and made his way to the living room where she now sat in the middle on the floor with the box in front of her. She ran her fingers over the lid as she looked to him for permission to open it. He nodded with a smile and sat in the chair opposite her.

He watched her eagerly as she unwrapped each present, her shock and joy growing each time. She had opened every last one and had then all lead out in front of her with an awestruck expression

“Klaus…this is-“

“Yours” he cut her off and in a flash was behind her, on the floor, on his knees while clasping a naturally blue diamond necklace around her neck. A warm kiss pressed just above where it rested against her skin. He took the jewel in his hand brought it to sit before her breasts, his face nearly touching hers as he pressed a kiss to her forehead

“You deserve only the best” he spoke to her with a hand still touching the gem, his knuckles brushing over the plush skin of her bosom.

“Thank you” she uttered looking directly into his eyes, they shone the same colours as many of the jewels in the room. She could see the emotion twisting together, love. That powerful, unexplainable feeling that danced within his whenever she was around. She had never taken enough time to look at him, to realise how deep his affection ran for her. Her head was spinning as she noticed the lengths he was going, the priceless beauty that she now possessed just because he wanted her to. How far would he go exactly?

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Klaus was certain he was getting there.

The other day she kissed him on the cheek.

She put her lips on his face

The thought still had him buzzing.

He knew that the tickets to Paris would get a reaction from her.

She seemed happy to go with him, to spend time with him and his money, to go to one of the most romantic places you can go, with him.

He was over the moon.

“Don’t bother packing anything love, I’ll buy all new, come we’ll go get somethings now, the rest we can purchase in France” he urged while placing his card in her hand and wrapping an arm around her waist to bring her to his car. He opened the door for her and did her seatbelt up himself before getting in his side.

That day he spent an unbelievable amount on only two outfits. One for the plain ride there and one for the first day. He insisted that she wore his henley to sleep instead of pyjamas and she didn’t see the point in arguing.

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It was the last night in Paris, the stars were high in the sky and Klaus had his arms around her waist, his front pressed to her back as they looked of the terrace of the hotel they were staying at. They had a lovely view of the Eiffel Tower, the place they had been merely an hour ago for dinner.

Soft music playing from the lounge room causing them to sway ever so slightly

“You look heavenly tonight” he told her, she smiled and held the arms that were locked around her. He sighed contently to her hands on him. The urge to rip the dress from her body and show her just how much he needed her was almost overwhelming.

“You look lovely as well” she murmured while leaning back into him

“Perhaps in a few weeks we could go to Italy? Greece? Where would you like to go next?” He questioned as his head lowered to kiss her shoulder

“I’m not sure you have enough time to go to all these places” she laughed but he shook his head

“I can do whatever i like, the people that are taking up my time back there are worthless. For you, my heart, we will go anywhere” he promised with a kiss to her cheek

“It must be amazing to have that kind of power” she whispered but he heard her and hummed in question

“To do as you please, people are your entertainment because they are nothing in your world” she explained and he tilted his head

“Would you enjoy that kind of power?” He asked with that determined glint in his hopeful eyes

“Everyone wants that kind of power” she muttered and his mind began ticking.

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Klaus found himself in a full time war.

The constant battle for his position as King.

For her position as Queen.

She was his dream, his most valued, his muse, his heart, his soul, his.

He made sure to call her every day even if he went to see her. Phone calls first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He had to make sure her day went well and she was safe. He hadn’t told her what he was up to but promised her that she would love it.

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It took almost two years to have the Title and own it properly.

He did not only become King.

He gained the respect and loyalty of all factions.

He ruled New Orleans as though he were God.

People came to him and did what was best for him.

Tourists gawked at his home and he watched from his art room window, the beloved city that was now, once again, his.

Now he just needed her.

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He had announced the news to his followers and his family that she would be arriving. That she was to be treated as the royalty that she is. To love and respect her. No harm to ever touch her. They all, of course, agreed and were ready for their Queen’s arrival. Banquets lead out, the abattoir polished and decorated to its uttermost best.

He had sent her a dress the day before, instructions to wear it tonight and wait for him to come to her.

And so she waited in that same diamond laced dress, necklace, earrings, bracelet, heels to match as she checked her makeup in the mirror.

His knock had her heart racing as she made her ways down the stairs to open the door.

He stood before her with perfectly curled hair and his well fit tuxedo. A bouquet of blood-red roses in hand as he gave her a charming smile.

She beamed under his gaze as she took the flowers and placed them on the side before finding herself engulfed in his arms. She wasn’t sure why she had almost thrown herself at him, arms around his midsection as he kissed her well styled hair. Something within her just knew that he had done something worth her love.

His heart almost fell out of his chest when she clung to him, he had never held onto someone so fast than he did then. Every death, every day of pain and anguish that it took to build his kingdom, to find a way to have peace was for this moment. And every moment after.

“I have something for you” he whispered to her and she pulled back to look at him again

“What is it?” She asked curiously as he smiled

“I have to take you there” he told her.

She didn’t attempt to force the answer out of him as they drove to New Orleans, she didn’t question the security guards nodding to Klaus as they drove through the gates to the most magnificent building she had ever seen.

She took his arm willingly, clutching to it like it was her life source as he guided her towards the front doors.

“Do you remember when we went to Paris and you mentioned the power that everyone wishes to have?” He asked her as they approached the steps leading to the entrance

“I do” she replied, her heart rate spiking as though she could sense what he was going to do

“For the past two years, i have fought to have that, but i cannot bare the thought of having it alone. I want you to rule with me, to be my Queeen, my love.” He grew quieter with each passing word as he offered her the key to the door they now stood before.

“You want me to be your Queen?” She questioned as though she miss heard

“Always and forever” he added and her smile slowly grew

“I can’t believe you’d do this for me” she breathed and his eyes shined in wonder

“Is that a yes?” He asked with a grin

“Of course it’s a yes” she laughed taking his hands in hers and squeezing them tightly, she leaned up on the tips of her toes and at last brought her lips to his.

His entire being felt as though it was complete. Finally.

He kissed her passionately but softly as she moaned in his mouth, a sound that he would draw from her as often as possible. His hand managed to feel every inch of his body in minutes as she continued to pant into his mouth, her body reacting to his touch as though wildfire spread through her. He had her pressed against the door and her left around his waist as she rolled her hips against him, both unbelievably eager to touch each other after such a long chase.

They only stopped when Niklaus remembered they were still outside and that people awaited their return, he kissed her many more times as he lowered her to her feet. He smoothed over her dress and fixed her hair. His thumb swiped just below to bottom lip to fix her lipstick as she watched him with dark lustful eyes.

“I have…one more thing for you, for today” he told her and she tilted her head as he pulled something from behind his back. She wasn’t able to see it until she felt something rest upon her head. Her hands moved to feel it, the heavy but worth it crown. She looked at him with pure admiration as he glowed back at her

“You didn’t think i would let you be without one, did you?” He asked as he stroked her jaw with his thumb and opened the door.

The door to their life together, an eternity.

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[saturnsorbits]

Hold your Peace

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Cheating, Spit, Unprotected Sex, Breeding. Word Count: 2.8k.

Summary: Shindo has never let anything get in the way of a quickie, not even his own wedding reception.

A/N: I felt like taking someone new, and a little more challenging for a spin... That and the idea just didn't quite fit Kirishima (I've put that poor man through enough, I think).

-> Rewritten and Re-Uploaded from Old Blog.

'To the happy couple!' Shikkui raises his glass and beams, winking at the bride. 'Always knew Yo would bag himself a winner...'

The reception is beautiful and so is she. Wrapped in a delicate white lace gown and decorated with diamonds that rest prettily around her throat, the new Mrs Shindo is a vision. She's grinning, rose-bud lips parting as she leans into her new husband, her hand wrapping his, their love on display for everyone to see.

You sigh into your wine, tug at the too-tight hem of your dress and pretend. You pretend to be happy, pretend to care about their union, pretend not to feel sick. It gets easier when Shikkui finally wraps up his impromptu speech that no-body asked for, once the first dance is over and you're left to sit at your table and hope for the night to end quickly. That isn't to say that it doesn't still sting.

'I'm so glad you could make it! Yo was beside himself when you said you might have to miss it for work, he sulked for weeks.' Nakagame smiles down at you. Her hands are clasped together showing off the neat silver band slipped onto her finger. She catches you staring, mistakes your lingering gaze for admiration and offers out her hand

'Do you like it? Yo picked it out himself...'

You have to swallow the bile in your throat before you reply. 'It's pretty.'

Shindo wraps his arms around his bride's waist. His finger dig into her flesh, denting the delicate lace detailing over her hip as he drags her close and kisses her cheek.

You offer him a smile.

He's doing that thing again. The one where he's talking about his wife, while looking directly at you.

'Want to see mine?'

His hand is shoved under your nose before you can decline the offer and then, you're reaching out. Brushing a thumb over the metal, you turn the ring slightly on his finger. It's cold. The tips of his fingers accidentally ghost yours when he retracts his hand, or at least it looks like an accident.

Nakagame smooths down his suit jacket, fingers kneading at the thick muscle underneath before excusing both of them. 'We should really get back to the table...'

He agrees, offers you one of those bright smiles and lets his new bride lead him back to the head table.

You're glad when he leaves. His absence let's you breathe, even if just for a second. You're not even sure what you're doing here. Shindo had whined something fierce when he'd pressed the invitation into your hand and you're suggested that, maybe, your presence might not be a welcomed one. He'd bat those pretty eyelashes at you and taken your cheeks into his hand before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose with a breathy 'please' and well... You've never been very good at disappointing him.

From across the room, you catch him staring. He's leaning over his bride, ignoring her fingers as they tangle into his suit jacket. He whispers something to her that makes her release him and smile.

Someone cheers and then Shindo's straightening himself, fixing his blazer and wiping the wetness from his bottom lip with a soft smile. He makes a brief, slightly dismissive gesture towards the source of the noise and dismisses himself to slide down one of the thin hallways from the main atrium of the building.

He doesn't have to tell you to follow.

You're already on your feet, making some half-arsed excuse about too much wine and needing to pee before abandoning your chair. Skirting around the edge of the reception, you try and silence the guilt that bubbles in your stomach when you catch Itejiro's eye from across the room. He licks his lips, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as he drops his eyes with a miniscule shake of his head. You swallow around the lump in your throat, but it's not enough to stop the gentle tapping of your heels as you slip into the hallway and then, through the ajar door of the bathroom.

Shindo locks the door behind you. His mouth meets yours at the same time as your back collides with the door and you welcome his tongue when he presses it to your lips, letting him taste the sweetness of the wine you've been drinking.

At some point, it had stopped feeling like cheating. You had been the first, after all. One drunken night had been all that it took for him to realise that your body fit him like no-one else's would and six months later, while spread out underneath him, you'd come to realise that no-one could make you feel the way he could. The sex was incredible; which was probably why you'd never stopped. You didn't stop fucking when he started dating that brunette from the agency, or when his first long-term girlfriend found out about you and left him for it. You fucked before anniversary dinners, after break-ups, in-between lovers and now, in bathrooms at wedding receptions.

You don't quite know how you managed to miss each other so thoroughly. How there was never a moment of clarity. Instead, time had left you behind and introduced new things into your lives. Promotions and new life events marred the romance you'd once assumed would blossom and now, now this was all you had left.

Sure, you could stop, but losing him now would feel too much like losing yourself...

He pulls back once he's had his fill. With flushed cheeks and blown pupils, he brings a thumb to your chin and gently pulls open your jaw to spit on the flat plain of your tongue.

You let him. Welcome it. The wetness hits your tongue, a thin string connecting his lips to your mouth for just a moment before you swallow.

'This is new.' His eyes flicker downwards to rake over the length of your body. 'You look pretty.' He means it, even though he shouldn't.

'She looks pretty too.' You start, giving in to the acid in your stomach and letting it coat your words. It's a game you play. This back and forth, your lame attempts to voice the guilt – it's all part of the routine, but if you're looking for a rise out of him, you don't get it, you never do.

Instead, he leans back in. His tongue traces your throat and curls at the edge of your jawline, lapping at your skin as he purrs into your ear. 'Jealous, baby?'

Of course, you're jealous. Who wouldn't be when there's another woman with his ring on her finger. The same woman who's currently enjoying her wedding reception while her husband of less than three hours begins to lift the hem of your dress. You squirm. Then again, she doesn't get to see him like this, does she? No-one gets to see the real Shindo. The man who hides behind that polite attitude and all those bright smiles. No. No-one, but you gets to see the fire and filth underneath.

And only a fool would give that up.

His fingers ghost your bare thigh, tickle the edge of your hips and follow the hem of your underwear down to the seat. 'Don't be jealous.' A knuckle brushes against your clothed clit causing your body to tremble. Your shoulders hunch, inching up the door as your chest is forced to his.

'Don't have to be jealous...' He kisses your cheek, nibbles at your ear lobe. 'I'm here, aren't I?'

The guilt in your stomach twists, but it's heat is overtaken by the inferno caused by his fingers as they slip through your folds. Your body responds to him like it always does. There's a tightness in your stomach, a shiver left on your skin where he's touching you and you're wet, so fucking wet for him.

Collecting the slick from your cunt, Shindo slips his fingers into his mouth. He hums, savouring your taste with shining eyes. 'Couldn't wait... Got hard just looking at you, this fucking dress...' A growl slips his throat as he paws at the material. '...Almost killed me.'

His words go straight to your cunt. The sound of him swallowing your arousal and licking it from his lips makes your knees weak. This. This is the problem. Desperation snakes around your insides and tightens your stomach. It stops you thinking about how wrong all this is. Now, here, in this moment there isn't anything, but you and him. Your hands tug at his waistband and pop the button of his suit pants, shoving both them and his boxers down just low enough to let his cock spring free. It slaps back, hard and leaking against his stomach.

Kissing your neck, his voice is heavy when it snakes into your ears. 'Fuck. Got to be – got to be quick, okay?'

You nod and whine when his fingers go back to your cunt. He's big. Too big to take without a fair amount of fore-play, but you've become accustomed to the stretch, come to crave the ache in your pelvis and the tears that you know will spring to your eyes.

'You can take it, huh, baby?' He tugs your underwear aside unceremoniously and rubs a few rough circles into your clit before he's bending at the knees to hook his arms under your thighs. There's no slow decent, no gradual inching of your body down onto his cock. There's just Shindo's fingers loosening on your thighs and then a sudden, painful fullness.

Hauled up the door, you reach for him, nails digging into his shoulders as you suppress the need to cry out. Your cunt welcomes him in, sucking and moulding around his cock so easily it's sickening. With shaking thighs you cling to his hips, taking deep steadying breaths as your forced to feel all of him.

'Shh. I know, I know... That'a girl. Fuck...' He breaths, arms shuddering as he adjusts to your tension. 'You'd take anything I'd give you, wouldn't you, anything at all.' Lifting you up, he waits only half a second before dropping you back down and earning a yelp from your throat. 'I know it hurts baby, I know... Gonna make you feel good though, yeah. I'll make you feel so fucking good.'

You moan, head tipping backwards as they first signs of pleasure begin to stir in your stomach.

The exposed stretch of your throat attracts his tongue. He laps along your pulse line, lips pressing down periodically followed by the dull scratching of teeth. Each bite is practised, hard enough to make your back arch, but light enough not to leave a mark. His lips leave your throat, tickle your jaw and then, slip against yours. 'So – fucking tight for me, fuck. Gonna – shit, you're gonna make me cum.'

'Inside.' It falls out of your mouth wrapped in a plea. You'd started letting him cum inside of you when he told that she wouldn't and somewhere down the line you'd come to like it: come to need it. 'Want it... Need – need you to...'

'Okay, baby, okay.' Your words cause a new fire to bubble in his stomach. The image of you dripping with him sends a shiver down his spine and causes his hips to jerk harder as his cock presses in deep making you whine. He silences your whimpers with a kiss, but you can feel him smiling against your mouth when his lips meet your skin. It's messy, off centred and desperate, but then again, he's always desperate for you, isn't he? 'Cum for me then, baby. Cum for me and I'll fuck you full, yeah. Breed you, huh, would you like that?'

You don't think about the cold metal ring, even when you can feel it digging into the flesh of your thigh. You can't. Not when Shindo's cock pulses inside of you, hitting the spongy roof of your cunt and expelling any conscious thought from you. The tell-tale tightness in your stomach tells you that you're close to your end and your cunt flutters, creaming anxiously around his length. You run your hand through his hair and wrench back his head pulling his nose from the crook of your neck.

He meets your eye immediately, his gaze hungry as he fucks into you, thighs tensing against the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt as you cum and milk him for all that he's worth. 'That's it – that's – look at you. Fucking beauty.' He growls, teeth bared as he watches you cum undone around him. 'That's my girl.'

A pitiful whine leaves your throat. 'Yours?'

'Yeah...' There's a smirk on his face, a viciousness that twists his lip with each thrust that puts him closer to release. 'Say it. Tell me.'

Your cunt is raw, but it's not the overstimulation that brings tears to your eyes this time. ''m yours.'

Shindo kisses away the tears. 'Tell me again.'

'I'm yours Yo... Always – always yours.'

His thrusts pick up, grow more frantic with each choked sob that leaves your chest, each strangled admission as he gets off to the tears swimming in your eyes. 'Gonna cum – gonna fill you, fuck... Make sure this little cunt is mine, yeah. All fucking mine.' He cums hard.

A warmth spreads through your stomach as he pours himself inside of you, painting your insides white. Panting, he lets you down. His forehead rests against yours, his hands still planted firmly on your hips as you shimmy your dress back down to cover the mess he's made underneath.

'You're gonna be the death of me.'

'Good job it's not me you married then, I'd already be a widow.' You slip the comment out while holding back tears. It always hurts afterwards. The knowing he's not yours while he's still dripping down your thighs.

'Don't be like that.' He kisses you delicately, his lips moving against yours slowly as he savours the last of the whimpers that leak from your mouth. Taking your chin between thumb and forefinger, he brings your eyes to his again. 'Mine... Remember?'

For a second you think you'll finally ask: why? Why, after all this time, haven't you found your way to each other. Why your love has been forced to warp, forced to contort to fit around everything else in each others lives... But then, there's a bang at the door and you're forced from the moment, once again. It's Shikkui.

'Dude, snap it off – your wife is looking for you.' He laughs. The noise blends with the music outside as he wraps on the door again. 'C'mon, if you leave her alone for too long she might run off with me!'

You think that might not be a bad idea.

'I'm coming!' Shindo rolls his eyes as his voice fills with lightness again. He presses another kiss to your lips. 'Sorry.'

You wrap your fist in his shirt, feeling your heart stain the further away he moves from you. 'See me next week?'

'Honeymoon.'

'Oh. Yeah.'

'I'm free the week after.' He smiles, a fondness you've never seen in his eyes for his wife shining in his iris'. 'I'll stay over.'

'What about -.'

'Let me worry about her...' He shifts backwards, beginning to tuck himself into his pants. You help him tidy his hair back into it's bun and then, he's tossing you one of his signature smiles and hiding you behind the door before throwing open the door to the cheers of the grooms men.

You stay hidden, squashed by the door until you hear the footsteps recede back down the hallway and into the main room. Slipping out of the bathroom, you scurry back down the hall and find your table again.

No-one asks where you've been, but all that means is that you don't have to come up with a half-hearted lie. Instead, you top off your wine and take a gulp, pushing away the sight of Shindo pressing his lips to his brides cheek.

You're stopped from drowning yourself in a fifth glass of wine later on, when the night is finally, thankfully, winding down. Wriggling in your seat, you can feel Shindo's cum dripping from your cunt and into your underwear when Nakagame finds her way to your table. She plops down in a chair opposite you and cups her head in her hand, a tired smile itching her lips.

'Enjoy yourself?' She reaches for your wine glass, tugs the stem towards her and sips from it's edge.

You swallow. 'It was a beautiful ceremony.'

Snorting, she takes another sip and sets it back on the table only to run a finger around it's rim and shrug when you eye her suspiciously. 'Oh, come on.' Flashing white teeth, she stands, making sure you catch the sight of the glistening ring on her finger as she does. 'It's not like we're not used to sharing now, is it?'

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#shindo x reader #shindo smut #shindo x reader smut #tw: cheating #tw: breeding #shindo yo smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

[ohtobealady]

hello! I was wondering, if you have the time, if you could write a Cobert fic and the prompt be the line “because your my girl” or anything to do with Robert calling Cora “my girl”. 😊😊

Hi there dearest! I’m so sorry this has taken so long to finish for you, and I’m also sorry it’s a mess. But this was such a sweet prompt, I hope you can find something you like in this 1am unedited drabble.

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“Please don’t worry about that now,” Cora turned on her stool. He watched her grin. “Now take that and go to bed, Baxter. Really. I can manage.”

His wife’s maid closed the tiara inside its velvet case, gathered the diamonds in their similar velvet, and nodded her good night. Or rather, good morning. It was dawn. And they’d danced all night.

Robert could hardly wait for the maid to leave their room before he untied his dressing gown and nearly fell into the bed. The Grantham House bedroom was much brighter than Cora’s soft and inviting room back at home; it did not make his tired eyes feel less tired at all.

But in spite of that — in spite of the burn of exhaustion that no amount of mere blinking could soothe — he kept his eyes open and watched her.

He watched as Cora unhooked and removed the silk stockings from her long legs. He watched as she stood and walked towards the chair, her white ballgown slipping easily from her shoulders and down to pool around her bare feet. He watched her remove all those underthings — her corset, her short chemise, her underwear — before slipping the soft silk nightgown over her head.

“Oh,” she yawned as she dipped to pick up the gown from the floor, draping it neatly over the chair back. “I can’t remember the last time we stayed up all night!”

“No,” he yawned, too. But he watched her still.

He watched her sit back upon the stool and, with a flannel, wipe the powder and lipstick from her face. And he watched too as her eye met his gaze in her mirror.

“What is it?”

He blinked, and he realized that he’d been watching her as one would observe something quite far away. As one would observe an object or exhibit one was not allowed to touch at all. He shook his head, and brought himself back to earth.

“Nothing,” he smiled. And then sighed. “Only—“

Cora turned to him, a smirk dipping into the sweet swell of her cheek. “Only?”

He laughed at her, exhaustion making him feel as if he’d had too many glasses of wine.

“Only…” he smiled again.

He watched her switch off the lamp, wave a hand at the purple dawn creeping in through the crack of the curtains, and tug back the covers of the bed. He felt a flood of warmth when she rolled towards him.

“…only I am so terribly proud of all of you,” he finished.

Cora’s eyes blinked up at him. “Rose did well, didn’t she?”

“Mmm” he agreed. “You all did. All of my girls.”

In spite of his eyelids blinking more slowly, feeling heavier and heavier, his smile deepened at the rumble of her laughter against his arm.

“I hardly think I can be considered one of your girls,” she’d rolled upon his chest now. Robert felt for her arm. “Perhaps, as you say, one of” she yawned again, “your womenfolk.”

His eyes wouldn’t open now. Cora’s head rested on his breast. Her hair was soft against his chin. “No,” he whispered and touched his lips to her head. “My Cora.”

#downton abbey #cobert #cobert drabbles

[mayihavethisdancedear]

Signed yours truly

(Azul x reader) + wingman Cater

♡ Reader is gender neutral ♡

◇ No warnings ◇

♧ 1.8k words ♧

You go to Mostro lounge's special masquerade party! Your crush, Azul is going to be there, and since most of your other friends are busy. Cater accompanies you! What will happen when you do a slow dance with him? Will you both reveal your feelings or is it only one-sided?

You have been invited to Mostro lounges masquerade ball, they said it was a promotional event for the business. I guess it worked since you're going and of course, you had to buy a ticket beforehand. You asked anyone else if they wanted to go and deuce, Grim, and ace all had to study because they were falling behind (Not because they were scared of the infamous trio). Cater overheard you discussing it and said he would go with you for his magicam photos and that the two of you should get a makeover.

So that is what the two of you did and went to Sam's shop and he was right he really does sell everything even the most perfect outfit for you. Sam also had these fantastic masks in store too with all kinds of animals and just general plain ones. You picked out your favorite one and it went along great with your outfit. Cater picked out a red diamond-themed mask and said he already had an outfit ready. You both then headed back to his dorm since he had everything you could have to look good in magicam or just in general.

"Do you really think I look good, Cater?" He put down his makeup brush and said "Um, duh I did your outfit, makeup, and hair. Of course, you look good!" You look at him and smile "Thanks Cater I'm just nervous I normally so busy with the boys that I never get a chance out." He looks at you and laughs "Omg, you sound like a parent! But listen up, just enjoy yourself. I'm sure you'll have a great time." You nod and then think about Azul you can't deny he had your interest before he overblotted he just looked so interesting.

Cater looks at you sitting on his desk chair as he sits on his bed doing his makeup. He stops and turns to you and says "Are you going because there's a cute boy you like?" Your cheeks start feeling warm and you say "What?! I mean what are you talking about-" "Omg, you do! You gotta tell me I'll be your wingman." He does a little pose as you laugh, "Oh lemme guess, Kalim?" "Cute, but no." "Umm, Jade?" "No, but they're in that dorm." He stops and thinks and then he says "I know it's not Floyd... omg, I got it! Is it Azul?" You stop and get flustered and you hide your hands behind you face and he stands up.

"It's Azul!? After he scammed you and everything? I mean you do you." He sits back down and you put your hands on your knees "Yes, it's Azul, he just so charming and handsome, he has a soft spot he just doesn't like to show it." You think back to when you all went to the museum after you fixed everything. "Alright then, Mx. Ashengrotto, you ready to go then? "Stop Cater!" You playfully yell at him "Fine, y/n but I'm gonna help you get your man."

You both finally arrived at Mostro lounge while walking along the way he gave you a pep talk, talked about how amazing we both looked, and took some amazing photos. You both stand at the door and walk in to be greeted by Jade. "Ah, y/n and Cater it's nice to have the both of you here." He smiles politely at you two and then Cater says "Where's you boss?" You nudge him a bit and say "Cater!" He looks and you confused and then smirks a bit when Jade says "Ah Azul, Are you looking for him Cater?" "Nope, just my friend here." He winks as you sigh.

"I'll go fetch him for you." You quickly grab Jade's arm and say "Nope, you don't have to Jade. We'll go find him!" You smile and quickly walk away with Cater. You two eventually just hang out and get those expensive drinks but luckily they were included in the ticket. You two dance a bit and have fun as time passes until you see Azul. "Um, Cater." He looks at you and then spots someone "Omg that's Vil! Maybe he'll be in my magicam post! Brb y/n." He quickly runs off before you can say anything. Your back faces him until you hear footsteps getting closer to you.

You turn around and see him, his outfit is amazing, very detailed with his coat, shirt, and especially his hat. You see his mask is made of tentacles with a bit of purple and black. "Good evening y/n." He lightly smiles, "Oh, yes good evening Azul!" You smile and bit hoping that, and the dimmed lights will hide your blush. "My, my, y/n that outfit looks stunning on you, especially your mask. Very elegant." He puts one of his hands up to his chin before you can respond to him, he says "A little eel told me you were looking for me?" "Oh, oh yes! It was mostly Cater saying that." He frowns a bit, "But I did want to see you."

He smiles and says "Great, we're you looking for a contract?" You can tell he's joking, you hope. You laugh and say "I might, I have a hypothetical question. Can you make people fall in love with you?" He looks quite surprised and a bit upset but resumes his posture. "Do you... like someone, y/n? I could of course make someone go out with you but now, my interest is peaked." You feel flushed for even asking that question and his response just made you feel even warmer. "I think it's better if we discuss this later, don't you think?" You nod as he looks at the dance floor and says "Y/n, may I offer you a dance?" He bows and smiles while looking up and you. "Yes, of course, Azul!" He then takes your hand his gloved one and leads you over to a waltzing-like song playing.

He puts one hand on your waist and the other in his hand as you put your hand on his shoulder blade. This all feels surreal, I mean sure he knew you but is this act of kindness or fondness? You two waltz and dance around as you notice Azul trying to keep up but he stumbles now and then. He looks down at his feet and then at you and says "I must admit I didn't know how to waltz until a few days ago. It was Jade, who taught me the twins are much better at dancing than I." You giggle a bit and say "Don't worry I appreciate the effort you put into this, yo- Mostro lounge looks beautiful." You hope he didn't notice your mishap in your sentence. He smiles and states "I'm glad you think that, dear."

The song is close to an end as you almost trip he catches you and holds you up a bit, you look at him a bit embarrassed. You both get back into your position and smile about being in Azul's embrace until you look over your shoulder and see Cater with his phone out pointed at the two of you. You shoot a glance at him and he gives you a thumbs up. You shoot a glance at him and he gives you a thumbs up. Azuls facing the opposite way of your looks straight, not meeting your gaze. "Are you looking at someone, y/n? Is it the one you wish to date?" You look at him kinda surprised I thought he said he didn't want to talk about it right now.

"No, it's not I'm just worried I don't know if they'll like me back or not. They feel way out of my league. Oh sorry for spilling this all out on you." He looks at you "Nonsense, I'm sure anyone would be glad to have you." You are shocked now, "Really you mean that?" He nods and smiles and says "I mean you look quite divine tonight, here among these vibrant lights." He smiles and spins you around and catches you and fall back into your places "Pure delights surround us as we dance." The song ends and he pulls away and gets on one knee to kiss your hand.

"Signed yours truly, the octopus."

(I was going to end it here but let's keep going)

You look down at him shocked, you then smile as he gets back up and says "I'm sorry if that was embarrassing." He nervously chuckles and you respond "No! Not at all Azul. I enjoyed it." You grab his hand and hold it with both of your hands. You both hand, in hand walk off the dance floor and he says "Would you like to discuss the contract, in my office?" You nod as you both go into his office it's much quieter and away from everything.

He sits down in his chair as you sit across from him, he takes off his mask and sighs "So, who's the lucky gentleman?" He smiles almost sadly. You shuffle with your hands and look at him. "Well, he's charming, smart, and I guess you could say he's very alluring." He put his hands together on the desk while looking at you. "Well y/n, that doesn't give me much information, if it's someone I know, I can perhaps guess." "Oh? So who do you think it is?" He gives a curious gaze as he looks at the wall. "Hmm, oh, you do hang around with Jack, don't you? He is good boyfriend material, Strong, pretty smart, and charming." You sigh and grab his hand "It's... you Azul. You have all those features and even before and after you overblotted you always seemed so unique and handsome..." You smile and he shows a stunned expression.

"R-Really? I mean this is quite unexpected." "After you danced with me, I truly knew I liked you." He smiles and says "I guess we don't need a contract then do we?" "Only a date time." "Well, I'll meet you at mostro lounge, Thursday, at 7:30?" "How'd you know that's the only time I'm available?" "I have my ways."

After-party:

"Bye Azul, I'll see you later." You blow him a kiss as Jade, Floyd, and Azul wave farewell as you leave with Cater. "Ohhh, Azul has a date with shrimpy!" "Floyd-" "Azul finally gets their first lover. How unexpected." "Jade!" "We're just kidding Azul." Azul sighs as the twins laugh.

"Wait till everyone here's about this, especially your freshman friends." Cater states, you laugh and say "They're gonna freak out."

Next day:

"Y/n! Why does Cater have a post of you saying hanging out with the lovebirds #relationshipgoals #mostrolounge #cutiepies with you and Azul dancing in the background!?!?"

Authors Note: I loved writing this and didn't want it to end so I kept going! Hope you all love it as much as I do, and I probably should've been working on my assignments but whatever! :p I hope you guys know the lyrics I put into this, thanks to miracle music. I also think it's quite obvious to tell what kind of characters I like writing for. Again hope it's not cringe or too sappy. Hope you all enjoy it!

Masterlist

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul #azul x reader #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #floyd leech #jade leech #cater diamond #x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x gn reader #twisted wonderland x y/n #azul x gn reader #azul x y/n #mayihavethisdancedear #Spotify

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

→𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔~ Potray a scenario that you want to happen at the Grand Ball + a character and I will make it happen by writing a blurb on it!! (please specify your pronouns)

(draco malfoy--she/her) going to a ball with your husband, and your feet end up hurting 'cause of the heels and you end up taking them off, just walking around barefoot (but you have a long dress so no one sees) and your husband walks behind you holding your heels

Viridian Heels (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

A/n- I am in love with this concept, why didn't I think of it? Here's your blurb Ellora! Hope you like it!

Your footsteps were the only sound in the lonely and silent corridor, where dim lamps were lit every five steps and your feet hurt. You shouldn't have worn heels to the ball, your husband had advised you not to, but you wore them anyway because a ball like this only came once a year.

The Malfoys were invited to the Notts' Annual Ball; it was a great honor to be invited to such an event, and as Draco Malfoy's wife, you wanted to put your best foot forward.

You wore a magnificent Viridian-colored gown with a diamond-encrusted necklace that your husband had gifted you for your birthday. You next put on some makeup and a set of diamond earrings.

You went out of your room to show your husband how you looked, and as soon as you walked into his room, his gaze was drawn to you, at the way your clothing fitted your body and your hair which was in a messy bun.

"I can't wait for us to get back…," he continued, referring to the activities he planned to do with you after you returned. "How do I look?" you asked, chuckling. "Gorgeous," he murmured as he drew closer to you, wrapping his hand around your waist and kissing your lips.

You carefully drew away to regain your breath, your lipstick smeared on his lips, "Draco, you have to wash your face" you said as he chuckled when he looked in the mirror, he went into the restroom to clean himself off while you went and re-did your makeup and got a pair of Viridian-colored shoes to wear.

"Wouldn't those hurt, Darling?" "Well, it would," you replied as you wore the heel to your left leg, "but tonight is a really important night, and I want to make it worth it," you said as you wore the heel to your left leg, "You can wear some sandals too you know," "Draco I have decided that I will wear these heels, plus they wouldn't hurt that much!" you cried.

"Ouch," you grumbled under your breath as you sat in one of the surrounding chairs, your feet ached like hell. You knew your husband was correct about not wearing heels to a ball, but you attempted to brush it aside with a false smile.

Draco approached you from the distance, shaking his head, "What did I say?" he queried, "It doesn't hurt actually," you lied as you stood up and tried to dance a little before sitting down, "It doesn't hurt?" You huffed as he lifted an eyebrow, "Yeah alright, they do hurt."

After the ball, you removed your heels and walked down the corridor barefoot to get some fresh air, swearing never to wear heels again after what you had experienced with them. Your long gown prevented anyone from noticing you going barefoot.

The sight outside was stunning, with the moon shining brightly and its rays falling on the nearby water fountain, the slightly damp grass, and the deep blue and dark night sky.

You'd been admiring it for so long that you hadn't even noticed a man dressed in a black tux with slightly messy hair standing next to you. "What are you doing here?" you asked Draco, his grey and ice eyes sparkling and looking straight at you. "Getting something that you left earlier," he replied as he showed you what he was carrying in his hands, your heels.

"You didn't have to," you said, which he just shrugged off, you admired the scene in front of you with your husband, wishing this moment would last forever. Looking at nature with your husband whom you loved dearly.

"How about we go home?" You asked Draco, who nodded, and then you started walking left towards the exit, which was quite far away; alongside you, Draco was walking with your heels in his hands; your feet were aching quite badly, and your walking style was not steady.at all.

"Need help?" Draco asked as he observed your walking style. "It's alright, I'll manage," you said, but Draco kept your heels down and slid his arm around your waist, lifting you up in bridal style without hesitation.

Draco cut you off, "If someone sees us, then let them," he whispered as he led you to the exit, your eyes gleaming at him as you put a small and sweet kiss on his cheek, which made him blush.

#∘₊✧ royal argenti ball celebration! #nix hits 200!! #ellora 🍪 #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco fluff #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you

[honeybeedewdrops]

HI LOVE. Ok so i’m obsessed with rooster, like OBSESSED. and i was thinking maybe you could do a fic where “diamond” (her call sign) is a very well known pilot, and she comes to the hard deck, everyone knows her. and she is the it girl. but Phoenix dares her to sing a song at the piano, and she never backs down from a dare, so she sings her song (whatever song you want) and she’s like super good, everyone’s impressed, and rooster just instantly falls in love. i love the name lucy, and the call sign makes sense with the song “lucy in the sky with diamonds”. ANYWAY- this was so long but i would love to see it<3

A/N: Yes! I love this. I worked on this for a long time so I hope you enjoy.

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I pull up to the Hard Deck and I can hear it's already full and buzzing with life. I step out of my car and walk into the bar "Diamond" "Hey Diamond" "Lucy" I heard many people greet. "Hey guys" I say waving and shaking hands with many people before walking up to Penny. "Hey Pen" "Diamond hey it's been a while" "I know been a bit busy but can I get my usual" She nods and pops the cap off before handing me the beer. I thank her handing her my card and walking off "Diamond" I hear I look up and see Phoenix waving me over. "Hey what's up. Good to see you thanks for the invite" and I hug her "yeah of course" "Diamond" I turn around and see Hangman "Bagman" "Hangman" He corrects.

I greet Fanboy, Payback, and Bob before picking up a pool que. "who'd playing" I ask "I will" Phoenix says. Phoenix and I were playing I listen to Hangman talk about someone named Rooster. "Weird callsign. What did they have to do to get stuck with a name like Rooster" "That's a story for another time" a voice I had never heard before. I turned and saw a man in a Hawaiian shirt "Rooster what a surprise i didn't think you'd show" Phoenix says "Oh you know me I could never turn down drinks" he says.

After I crushed Phoenix in 9 ball she went to get a new drink. Rooster then walks up to me "I'm Rooster" he says holding out his hand "so i've heard. i'm Diamond" I say shaking his hand "Interesting name how'd you get it" "That is another story for another time" I say walking away to the boys who were sitting around on the chairs. Phoenix joins us with Rooster not far behind.

"Let's play truth or dare" Phoenix says "Truth or dare really? what are we middle schoolers" I say. "What you scared. Is little Lucy scared" Hangman says "Fine let's go Phoenix truth or dare" I ask "woah, woah, woah who said I was going first" I smirk "It was your Idea" I say "Fine Truth" "Boo boring but fine. Who out of all us would you fuck" she groans before taking a drink. "Damn getting straight to it" Fanboys says "hey I don't hold back" I say as Phoenix looks right at me "Diamond truth or dare" I smirk "Dare" "I Dare you to play your oh so famous song" I stand up going to the piano. Man Phoenix your good you know my weakness but I never back down from a dare.

I take a deep breath as the nerves come in. I wipe my hands before playing the familiar notes.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

I start I make eye contact with Phoenix and she whoops making me blush a bit.

Rooster stared in awe as the new girl sat down at the piano and started playing. She had the most beautiful voice ever and the piano playing. Rooster listen to the lyrics and watched her fingers dance across the piano in such an elegant matter. Then it hit Rooster he barley met this girl and he was already in love.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Ah

I continued to play the song and I looked around meeting Rooster's eyes and something bubbled inside me but I couldn't quite place it.

Ah Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds

I played and sang the last notes and once I was done the bar interrupted into cheers. I bow before gabbing my drink and taking a swig. "That was very good I didn't think you'd do it" Phoenix says "Oh come on Phoenix you know I never back down from a dare" she pats me on the back before walking away.

"I gotta say that was pretty good" Rooster says "Just pretty good I was amazing" I say flipping my hair. "Ok you're right that was amazing" "why thank you Rooster" "Bradley" "what" I ask confused "My name is Bradley" "well Bradley nice meeting you but I gotta bounce" I say going to leave. "wait would you maybe want to get coffee some time" I smirk "Sure" and I walk away "wait how will I contact you" "Check you pocket" and I leave.

#bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun #rooster imagine #miles teller #top gun rooster

[dayenurose]

Writer’s Month Prompts (written for @writersmonth )

Day 23 - Lodge (Bughead)

(Note: This story is a (surprise) follow up to Day 19′s story - Bubbles and Single Parent(s). Enjoy.)

“Here you are, Juggie.” Betty joined Jughead on the balcony porch. He appeared deep in thought as he gazed out into the tamed wilderness behind the lodge. She couldn’t help but wonder if the notebook abandoned on the chair had anything to do with his contemplative expression.

Despite the crisp autumnal chill, he looked cozy with a plaid blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a mug of steaming coffee cupped in his hands. Back home, as the weather had cooled, he’d taken to wearing a knitted crown beanie. Apparently, he used to wear the hat all the time before they had met. She found the addition charming.

“Good morning.” Jughead kissed her lightly on lips before turning his attention back to the view. Through a gap in the towering pines, they spied a glimpse of the lake. The sun glinted like diamonds off the gently lapping waves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Gloriously.” Betty carefully balanced her coffee mug along the railing, then reached up, stretching long and lean. The stretch raised the hem of the oversized sweatshirt she’d stolen from Jughead ages ago, revealing a strip of bare skin. His mug-warmed fingers traced chastely along her lower back. Still, she squirmed as the light touch tickled.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded as his touch drifted away and the sweatshirt once again covered her skin.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Later, when the kids aren’t twenty feet away in the living room.”

“Tease.” She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was right. Jellybean was partaking in her tradition of Saturday morning cartoons. The twins were excited to join in this treat. Betty generally tried to limit the about of screen time the twins had access to, but she couldn’t deny it was nice being able to have a proper lie in while Jellybean and the twins amused themselves for a bit.

Jughead hummed a noncommittal response. “I still can’t believe Veronica just let us borrow this place for the week. It’s like a mansion plopped in the middle of the backwoods. Still feels like it must be a dream or something.”

“As I said last night, welcome to Lodge Lodge. Veronica is generous with her friends. She's offered to let me come up here before, but I've never taken her up on it before now.” Betty sipped her coffee, trying to remember the last time she was here. It definitely wasn't this peaceful. “V used to bring the whole gang up here all the time during high school. We’d have these unsupervised parties and do a bunch of stupid stuff. Nothing too dangerous, I suppose, but you wouldn’t believe the number of headaches and fights which followed us back home after a weekend away.”

Shaking her head, Betty struggled to push aside the melancholy she associated with growing up too fast, which surfaced anytime she reflected too long on her carefree past. “This is the first time I’ve been back here since I got custody of the twins. Suddenly getting drunk and fighting about who stole whose boyfriend felt lest important, you know…”

“Betts, stop.” He press a kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s okay to mourn what you loss. It’s also okay to want things for yourself.”

“I know, I know.” She really did, but sometimes it felt selfish. Selfish to still want that life when she wouldn’t trade being ‘mom’ to the twins for the world. “Do you ever miss what your life could have been?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean I’ve been doing this since I was sixteen, so I didn’t exactly have a normal high school experience. Even if I wasn’t taking care of Jelly, I wasn’t exactly Mr. Popular. No one was going to invite me to the high school dance or weekend parties in the woods.”

Despite herself, Betty laughed. “Not to be all gender norms and stuff, but I think guys are still more likely to ask the girls to the dance.”

“Betts,” he voice dropped to that deep rumble that made her shiver. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body. She could feel the thrum of his heartbeat. “You’re the first girl I ever wanted to invite to a dance and I didn’t meet you until recently. So, no, even if I had the opportunity, I wouldn’t have invited another girl to the dance.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you had….” Betty never knew how to respond when he said things like that. He made her feel special, and cherished, and loved by him, but it was also so far from her experiences.

Jughead rested his cheek on top of her head. “I know. Don’t worry about it. I don’t regret any of my decisions. I wouldn’t exchange taking care of Jelly for the world of normal opportunities. Besides, it led me to you. I can’t think of anything better.”

She melted into his embrace. They’d been dating for six months—almost as long as they’d known each other and their lives had almost seamlessly melded together. Suddenly, there was another person in their lives they could depend on. Betty lost track of the times he volunteered to watch the twins while she went to a doctor’s appointment or stayed late for a study session. Likewise, she returned the favor, letting Jellybean stay with her when Jug picked up an extra shift or visited his dad in prison. While they scheduled semi-regular date nights, more often than not, their mutual free evenings were spent together at his or her apartment with all the kids and doing normal family things. Making supper, doing homework, watching moves—that sort of thing.

The twins had quickly taken to Jughead. Following Betty’s example, they called him Juggie. When he was there at bedtime, they begged him to be part of their bedtime routine—reading stories and tucking them in—and were disappointed when he wasn’t there in the morning. Last spring, not long after they started dating, Juni’s pre-school class was having a ‘Daddy-Daughter’ event. Jug hadn’t even blinked when Juni had asked him to come.

On the other hand, Betty wasn’t certain what Jellybean thought of her. While she got along great with the twins—patiently playing with them, reading to them, teaching them new things— Jelly was wary around Betty. Jug’s sister was unfailingly polite and whenever Betty babysat her, the girl seemed to enjoy herself. But, when Jug was around, Jellybean would never talk directly to Betty. She’d always ask Jug first if she wanted something from Betty. He refused to play go-between so Jelly would need to decide between not getting what she wanted or talking to Betty.

“Whatchya thinking about?” Jug broke into her silent reverie.

“Us. Our families. Jelly.” She threaded her fingers between his.

Jughead tensed. She could feel the tension travel through his jaw and down into his arms. “I’m sorry about how she acts. I don’t know what’s gotten into her…”

“It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine-fine. But, it’s normal. I’m the new woman in your life. She’s protective of her big brother who’s always so protective of her.” Betty worried at her lower lip for a moment as she decided whether or not to broach the subject. “Juggie, I think she might be worried that if we…well, you know, move forward with our relationship. Get more serious…”

“Betts, I am absolutely serious about you.”

“And I’m serious about you too…” She swatted at his arm. “Now, stop distracting me.”

“Yes ma’am.” He wrapped her arms around her waist and picked her up. She squealed, but didn’t fight as he carried her over to one of the deck chairs and settled her on his lap. “Go on.”

She cuddled up against him and teased at the bit of hair which snuck out from under his beanie. “I was saying, I think Jelly might be afraid that if you get serious about me, you’ll leave her too. Like your mom and dad. So, she’s making certain you know she needs you.”

Jug swore under his breath. “I thought… I was trying…I wanted her to never feel that way. I was hoping she knew that no matter what happens in our lives, I’ll always be there for her.”

“Shh, it’ll be okay Juggie.” Betty pressed her forehead against his. “Deep down she knows. She’s been your world for so long now that she’s needing to learn how to share you. Remember, while you’ve always been there for her, when big life things happen, your parents weren’t. As much as that hurts you, it also hurt her. She needs time to get used to me and to see that things won’t change between you and her.”

“I’ve got a smart girlfriend.” Jug lifted his face and nibbled at her jawline.

Betty laughed as she stretched her neck to give him better access. “Why thank you. And, just so you know, I have an absolutely amazing and caring boyfriend.”

“Do you now?” he mumbled around the kisses he lavished down her neck. Tugging lightly at the neckline of the sweatshirt, he revealed the edge of her collarbone. He pressed a kissed to the spot, sucking slightly in order to leave his mark on her skin.

Everything came to a sudden and hasty stop as the balcony door opened.

“Jug?” Jellybean called.

Betty was thankful that her back was to the door. Between that and her hair, the kids wouldn’t have been able to see what the adults were getting up to. Suddenly, Betty felt a bit like a teenager again, getting caught in a compromising position. She adjusted the neckline of the sweatshirt so everything was covered.

“Breathe,” Jug whispered as he brushed her hair behind her ear. His lingering caress was light and intimate.

Glancing around his girlfriend, Jug waved his sister over. “All done with your cartons?”

“Yeah.” She stayed beside the door, swinging it back and forth. “Um, I’m hungry.”

“Okay, I’ll get you some cereal.” Jughead started to scoot to the edge of the chair. Betty slipped off his lap and started to gather their abandoned coffee mugs.

“Actually, I was wondering,”—Jellybean studied her fingers and picked at a hangnail—“Betty, will you make pancakes?”

“Of course,” Betty couldn’t stop the thousand watt smile breaking out across her face. “I’d love to. Would you like to help?”

Jelly nodded.

“All right, why don’t you head in and wash your hands. I’ll join you in the kitchen in a moment.”

Jughead squeezed her hand, silently sharing the joy of the moment.

“Okay.” Jellybean dashed inside to follow Betty’s instructions.

Following Jelly inside, Jughead and Betty paused in the living room to check on the twins. Though no one was paying attention to the television, the cartoon continued to play. DJ colored while Juni built with Duplos.

“Go on.” Jug turned off the tv. “I’ll keep an eye on the twins.”

“Can you read us a story?” Juni asked. She looked up at him with large hopeful eyes.

“Of course.” Jug settled on the couch and the twins were soon cuddled against his sides, each with a stack of books.

I love you, Betty mouthed silently as Jug settled in the center of the couch. The twins cuddled up at his sides, each with a stack of books.

Jug winked, and returned the sentiments in an equally silent, I love you.

Knowing her kids were in good hands, Betty proceeded to the kitchen on the ground floor. Jellybean had already started to lay out mixing bowls, measuring cups, and a pancake flipper.

“Thanks, that’s very helpful.” Betty set the coffee mugs in the sink as she washed her hands.

Jelly's cheeks colored at the praise. She hesitated a moment before asking shyly, “Can we have blueberry pancakes?”

Neither the twins nor Jughead were fond of blueberry pancakes, so Betty didn’t make them often.

“Certainly. And, I’ll let you in on a secret,” Betty whispered conspiratorially, “they’re my favorite too,”

In Jellybean’s answering grin, Betty saw a trace of Jughead’s mischievous glint. She also noted the acknowledgment in Jelly’s eyes that the girl recognized Betty as ally and an adult she could trust.

Betty’s heart soared. She couldn’t help but think that they were one step closer to becoming a family for keeps.

#writersmonth2022 #fanficition #jughead jones #betty cooper #bughead

[allnightbatman]

Batman x Reader

Warnings: some angst? SMUT 18+ ONLY

Hey y’all! I literally have not been on this app in quiet some time and have not posted anything in a long time! But don’t get me wrong I still love it and the people here! I’ve been writing a lot recently and thought I’d finally just share them with y’all. If anyone reads this please let me know what you think and if you have any ideas you think I could write please feel free to send them! Much love and thank you, thank you!

(Btw this can be any version of Batman your little heart desires! 😉)

Word Count: 4599

Putting on makeup, you were getting ready for yet another charity gala being hosted here at the manor. You decided you were going to enjoy yourself for a change, put yourself out there and see what comes your way. Wanting Bruce but the inability to have him was a painful thing, all you were trying to accomplish tonight was to fill that gap, although you knew in the back of your mind it would only be temporary.

Stepping out in a black dress showing off your figure, you wore your best jewelry, pearls and diamonds, you felt so confident finally out of uniform. The people were looking at you in awe, it seemed as though you could've chosen anyone you wanted yet you didn’t. Gracefully walking across the room aiming towards the bar as you tried to push back the thought of Bruce. You secretly hoped he would notice you tonight or see you with someone else and realize what he’s been missing. Ordering a drink, you used it as an aid in numbing the heart ache, that pain tightening up in your chest was becoming almost unbearable.

Starting to loosen up a bit you were oblivious to Bruce’s watchful eye he had fixed on you.

Turning around on the bar stool to scan the crowd of conversing people, you hoped someone would grab your attention but being far too picky, you thought of no one being even close to comparable to Bruce. Signing you slumped back into the chair and signaled for the bartender. You thanked the bartender for the second drink and as you were about to scold yourself for thinking about Bruce yet again, a man came up next to you ordering a drink, sipping on it as he leaned on the bar.

He broke the silence. “Someone so pretty shouldn’t look so down and out.”

You looked up from your drink towards him soaking in his features. He had a strong face yet softened with his slicked back light brown hair and green eyes, his built, being a fairly strong tall frame. You were surprised you missed such a good looking individual when searching the crowd, perhaps your vision was greatly fogged with your thoughts.

You responded wittily “Well, I guess I’ve just been waiting for someone to brighten up my mood, think ya’ can do that for me?” giving a playful smile.

He smiled back, “I think so..” replying in a deep under the breath tone, and you definitely didn’t miss the mysterious sparkle in his eye.

“Name’s Ethan, and yours may be?”

Kindly replying and giving him your hand, “Y\N, nice to meet you.”

From afar Bruce continued watching, you and Ethan slowly getting closer to each other, your smile getting bigger, the light glistening in your eyes, and his hand getting inches closer up your leg. He wanted to go and break the two of you apart, show you how you should only be with him, how you should be properly treated. Deep within him he was furious yet saddened at the same time though he appeared natural, not allowing his emotions to show.

Ethan invited you for a dance and you happily obliged, it was a wonderful feeling getting attention from a relativley attractive man especially one who could keep a conversation. He held you close to him, dancing smoothly, his hand pressed against your lower back then it’s position going lower. The song coming to an end, it faded as he led you out to a balcony, pulling you back into him then cupping your face, he leaned forward and kissed you. He took you by surprise, it being forever since you last had a kiss yet you gave into him, hooking your arms up and around his neck, kissing back. Gripping you tighter, your chest fully pressed against him, you felt his tongue enter your mouth and his hands move down to your ass, making you moan. Being so immersed with each other, you both didn’t hear someone else enter the balcony.

“Y/N.” Bruce’s strong voice caught your ear, you immediately broke away from the kiss. You made space between you and Ethan, looking down at your sparkly heels, not being able to look Bruce in the eyes.

Sternly announcing, “The gala is ending soon, our guests will be doing a final speech if you care to join.”

“Oh okay I will, thank you Bruce.” You politely forced out looking at him through your lashes.

Bruce gave a glare to Ethan, which he took no offense by, then went back inside.

Ethan stepped back to being close to you, hooking an arm around your waist, “Hmmm, since the gala is ending soon how bout you say we get out of here already?” A charming suggestion, almost as equally charming as the smile he gave you.

You felt tempted but you were also full of embarrassment of Bruce catching you in that position with another man. You wanted to fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness to him but for what? You two aren’t involved in any sort of romantic relationship, but you also felt you shouldn’t have betrayed your heart, should have waited for the man you love, but how long would you have to be waiting?

“I’m sorry, I should probably get back instead like Bruce said, I’m sorry.” giving him a sad look then directing your eyes down again, immediately replaying what you had let slip out your lips, ‘..like Bruce said..’ as if he was your keeper!

“Hey don’t look so sad I get it, appearances, obligations.” Gently grabbing your chin and planting a small peck. “I’ll give you my number, maybe we could have a night just to ourselves.”

You felt bad possibly giving this man false hope, but maybe once you got over your sad emotions you would call him.

Parting ways with Ethan you stepped back inside finishing the night and giving your farewells to the guests. Alfred offered to make you some nightly tea and help prepare your room for bed once noticing your downturned mood, but you politely declined and insisted you would be okay. Getting into the shower, using the hot water to melt away the stress of the night, you got into bed under your heavy blankets falling into the peaceful darkness of sleep.

Cuddling up to your blankets the heavy morning rain had already started, hitting against your window, the strong winds making the air even colder. Bruce still went along with his usual schedule, doing his daily CEO affairs and after last night you decided not to accompany him to Wayne Tower. You just stayed home keeping busy, waiting for night to come.

All day Bruce couldn’t stop thinking about you, he was easily capable of pushing those thoughts down and forget about them, but seeing you with another man itched at him in a way he’s never felt before. He wanted you, wanted your body pressed against his, your lips on his. He wanted to show you all of him, all his different sides, and wanted to see yours. He kept wondering what you were doing each moment, what were you thinking about, if you were still thinking about that man, if you decided not to go to Wayne Tower today so you could go see him instead. All the insecurities started to rise up, he wished he didn’t love and want you, it would make things much easier.

Coming home Alfred greeted him and described the dinner he prepared for him and the boys.

“Will Y\N be joining us for dinner?” Bruce asked, not being very discreet.

“Yes Master Bruce, she’s already seated with Master Dick, while the rest are still prancing around making a mess.” Alfred added, giving Bruce a look knowing the reason he was asking about you specifically.

Walking to the dinner table, Jason, Tim, and Damian immediately straightened up greeting their father and settling down at the table. Halting your conversation with Dick, Bruce greeted the both of you, you gave him a small almost shameful smile.

It felt good sitting down all together, a united family, conversation and laughter flowing, blessed with a meal a wonderful man prepared with love for you all. The stressful conflict of your emotions was completely forgotten, enjoying the unique personalities in your presence, the endless witty behavior, you even talked with Bruce a bit.

After dinner all the boys headed down to the bat cave preparing for the night, you stayed behind to help Alfred with the cleaning.

Alfred broke the silence between you, “You should tell him Y\N because for bloody’s sake that boy will never allow himself.”

Knowing you have been caught about your true feelings, you continued to play dumb, “Tell him about what?”

“Seems you are the same way as well.” Alfred huffed out putting away the silverware.

Now heading to the bat cave, your thoughts lingered, if Alfred knew, did Bruce notice? Did the boys notice? Never allow himself? Did that mean there’s a chance Bruce felt the same way about you?

Entering the cold batcave, hearing the loud rain outside still pouring, you noticed the boys already left for patrol. Bruce was sitting in front of the bat computer in his suit though his cowl was off. You weren’t sure if you should say something or prepare to leave as well. Having to get your utility belt from the table beside him you slowly walk to it, tense and trying to normalize your breathing. Opening one of the pockets checking if the batarang was still in there, you pull it out examining it.

It was a smaller batarang than the ones Bruce uses now, he used it on you when you first met him, he didn’t want to hurt you just to get your attention. You remember pricking it off the wall, feeling how sharp it was you placed it in your back pocket and kept it forever since then. It was a reminder of the person you admire the most, the person you strive to be, and still how lucky you were to be a part of his life.

“Remember this Bruce?” The batarang between your fingers holding it out towards him.

“I do, glad I made them bigger, much more effective.” Giving it a look, you a quick glance, then back to the computer.

“Then this must be a collectible now.” Laughing at yourself, still staring at it in your hands.

“You know yesterday at the gala I didn’t see much of you, did you escape to an emergency without me?“ Trying to joke and possibly break the ice about getting caught that night.

“I’m sure everyone saw much of you, that was quite a show behaving that way.” He replied coldly, not even looking your way.

You were dumbfounded, not expecting such an answer, it left you speechless. Immediately washed with guilt, the fact that’s how he portrayed your behavior, that you would just throw yourself at any man, that’s not how you wanted him to see you, you didn’t want anyone else but him. But your saddened state was short lived, turning into anger, who was he to judge you solely on that night, although he’s not that person but people see him as a playboy, and he definitely has no right to be dictating you on what not and what to do.

“Behaving in what way? How is that putting on a show? Am I not allowed to enjoy an evening in any manner I please after busting my ass off for you every night. I don’t know where that attitude is coming from but you have no right t-to even talk let alone judge me, you’re just..ugh!” Throwing your arms up, rambling off towards the end, your emotions creating hot tears to well up, you fled leaving Bruce alone to reflect.

Angry tears falling down your face and your heightened state of emotion you felt you couldn’t breathe, air getting choked up in your chest. Sitting on top of the cold, wet concrete of the clock tower feeling safe enough there, you let the rain drench your hair, cradling your knees to your chest. Pathetically whimpering, you felt numb, you didn’t know how you were going to get over this, you don't like conflict, you simply wished things were back to normal with Bruce.

“Y\N.” Bruce startled you, immediately reacting you jumped right up but upon seeing it was just him you sat back down.

“What do you want?” You quietly let out, sniffling up your cries.

“You shouldn’t be out here like this, it’s not safe, you should go back home.” You hear Bruce’s heavy boots step closer to you.

“Oh now you care about me, the only reason I’m out here like this is because of you!” You spat out to him, not even caring to look at him.

Bruce sat down close next to you. “I’ve always cared about you Y\N a-and I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean it, I hope you can forgive me.”

You were again surprised by his words, this was Bruce being vulnerable, he even stuttered, he was always so smoothed with his words. He was looking at you, he hated that he was the reason you were out here all alone crying. Seeing your downturned eyes looking out into the city, sparkling with all the lights, he hoped you heard him, that you could find it in your heart to forgive him.

“Come on, let’s go back home.” Bruce said standing up, looking down at you waiting for you to get up as well. Noticing you weren't going to move from your position he put a hand out for you. Plainly looking at it, you placed your hand weakly onto his letting him pull you up.

He wrapped your arms around his neck and put his arm around your waist pulling you against him “Hold onto me tight.”

He pulled out his grapple gun and you both went up, you wrapped your legs around him squeezing so tightly. His cape protected you from the seemingly everlasting rain and upon feeling the cold air sting your cheeks you hid your face into his chest.

Falling asleep curled up in the passenger seat of the batmobile, you were awakened when Bruce picked you up taking you back to your room putting you down in your warm bed. He shook you a bit trying to fully wake you up.

“Y\N, you can’t go to sleep in wet clothes.” Groaning you twisted, slowly opening your eyes you look at the bat symbol on his chest. “Did you hear me?” You nodded. “I’ll go start the shower.”

Bruce got up pulling off his cape and cowl before entering the bathroom, you heard him start the water. Coming back out, you stood up getting a change of clothes and going into the bathroom.

Before closing the door “Bruce?”

Quickly turning around to look at you “Yes Y\N?“

“Please don’t leave me Bruce, wait for me?” A bit of desperation in your voice.

“I’ll be right here when you get out, it's okay don’t worry, relax with the hot shower.” He reassured you, though he was flustered by your request.

The hot water pierced your cold skin instantly warming you up, you stood under it letting it run down your body. You rush, washing your body and hair, wanting to just lay down and rest. Once dried and dressed, you stepped out to your room, Bruce was sitting on your bed looking down at his hands. He was out of his bat suit and into pajamas, his hair a bit disheveled, it made you content to see he came back and looking normal.

“You okay?” Bruce looked up at you. “I’m doing better, thank you Bruce.” You gave him a small smile, rubbing your arm feeling as though you might have overreacted earlier.

Standing up from the bed “Again Y/N I’m sorry for what I said, I don’t want you to believe I think of you that way, I understand you can do as you please because-“ “It’s okay Bruce really, no need to further apologize, we’re okay, okay?” You interjected his out of character apologetic rambling.

“Okay Y/N.” He gave you a sad smile. “I’ll let you get some rest, we’ll start up again tomorrow.”

He started for the door, “Bruce?”

Quickly stopping “Yes Y/N?”

“Do you think you c-could stay with me tonight?” You asked softly fiddling with your fingers, looking every other direction but his eyes.

“Okay Y/N.” You just made him melt.

He sat down on a sofa chair placed next to your bed, “Did you want me to put something on the TV?”

Jumping into bed excitedly “Okay I know it sounds silly but can we watch a nature documentary?”

Chuckling at you a lil “Sure, whatever you want.”

Watching the TV under the warmth of your blankets and Bruce by your side, you felt at peace, your eyelids starting to feel heavy. Looking over to Bruce he had his arms crossed over his chest and his head starting to hang. “Bruce, come into bed with me, you must be cold over there.” You don’t know where the extremely unfiltered comment came from, could be letting loose from the sleepiness or the need to have him becoming unbearable to keep hidden.

“Y\N…” “Bruce please.” He wanted you too, wanted to hold you, forever keep you safe, but he also was afraid. Opening up the blankets for him, he couldn’t control himself, he reluctantly slid in bed right next to you.

You could feel how tense he was, and how he tensed up even more when you scooted closer to him. “It’s okay Bruce, you don’t need to be nervous.” You lightly placed your hand on his chest but he immediately grabbed it, squeezing it. Taking that as a sign of taking it too far, “I’m sorry, y-you can go if you want…” Trying to retract your hand, he still held onto it, placing it on his fastly beating heart. He turned to lay on his side, you did the same, looking into each other’s eyes while you felt his heart pump against his chest. You grabbed his hand doing the same, yet your heart was calm, you felt safe with him and you wanted him to feel the same.

You felt his heart relax then his body, he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into him lovingly. You were so infatuated with this man, you didn’t ever want him to let you go, you wished to stay forever with him like this. Having your face in the crook of his neck you started to gently kiss it, throwing your leg over his hip, you wanted to have him all to yourself tonight.

“Y\N…” Bruce whined, his hands moving to and gripping your hips.

“I want to show you how much I care about you Bruce.” You licked his neck,

“We don’t have to do this, we can wait.” You felt so confident having this powerful man weak under your touch, feeling him melt with the slightest affection you showed him.

“I can’t wait any longer Bruce, I need you.”

As if those were the magic words, he kissed you so sweetly, so gently, his lips felt so soft, perfect against yours, like they were meant for you. Moaning into the kiss the passion between you two was ecstatic, gripping each other for dear life, you immediately felt the wetness pool between your legs. Breathing heavily it became too much you but Bruce continued to kiss your neck, getting on top of you, tugging at the bottom of your shirt which you happily helped him take off.

“Tell me if it's too much Y\N please.”

“No Bruce, I want all of you.” Caressing his face looking into his blue eyes full of nothing but love, you kissed him once more. Pushing your tongue to his lips he gladly accepted it into his mouth, massaging his onto yours, moaning into each other’s mouth nonstop.

Pulling away from you, saliva being the only thing connecting you two till it broke dripping down, Bruce pulled off your bottoms then stood up to take his clothes off as well. He was already so hard, his member standing up all on its own, you wanted to worship it, lick it all up, have it down your throat. You crawled off the bed to be on your knees in front of him, he looked down at you as you took him into your hands, slowly pumping him.

He rubbed your cheek with his hand but when you were about to position your mouth onto him, he interjected.

“No, not tonight, I want to show you how you should be treated.” He wanted to worship you tonight, make you feel like no other man has ever done before, he wanted to make you his. His words made you melt, made you feel so loved, every little thing he did made you fall more in love with him.

Helping you onto bed, you felt the excitement bubble up in your chest, Bruce looked marvelous, his physique unreal, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“God you’re so beautiful Y\N, you don’t know how many times in a day I think that.” He made you blush so much, instinctively covering your face with your hands, Bruce carefully grabbed them,

“No baby, don't hide from me, I wanna see your face.” He engulfed your hands with his larger ones holding onto them, the dim light of the moon shining onto his face, you couldn't look away staring deeply into his eyes, you felt as though you were in heaven.

You spread your legs to be on the sides of his waist nudging him to come closer. He let go of one of your hands, grabbing his member to massage your clit, feeling how wet you were for him, it made you shudder, feeling so sensitive. He lined himself up to you, gently rubbing you.

“Let me know if it’s too much or if I need to go slower, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You could see the worry in his eyes.

“You could never hurt me Bruce.” Reassuring him you squeezed his hand that was still connected to yours, you brought it to your lips kissing his rough knuckles.

Slowly connecting himself with your most precious part, he leaned over, pinning your hands above your head. He kissed you letting you adjust, your walls were gripping onto him so tightly, your warmth almost making it hard for Bruce to control himself.

“Bruce please move.” You whined against his lips, moving your hips against his simply begging him. He pulled out of you keeping his tip still inside then slowly pushing back into you, you both gripped each other’s hands tighter loving the feeling of each other. He stretched you out so sweetly, pushing into you your warm soft walls engulfing him, gripping as if they were begging him to never leave.

Going at a pace that felt good for both of you, you couldn’t stop moaning his name, it made him feel almost primal knowing he was the one making you feel this way. Your heated bodies connecting over and over again, your moans and his groans, the heavy breathing, the bed quietly creaking, the rain still outside, those were the sounds filling the room, further aiding in your enticeness, you felt as though you were dreaming, it all too good to be true.

He cradled your head putting it on his shoulder dropping his entire weight on you, you continued to whine in pure pleasure, your legs starting to slightly shake, loosening from around him

“You’re okay baby, let me make you feel so good.” Kissing your forehead tenderly, as he hit the perfect spot deep inside you over and over again.

“That’s it baby, you're doing so good.” His words just made you lose all control. You became limp but his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you together as his hips grinded against yours.

You could feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten up.

“Bruce please I’m so close, don't stop please Bruce.” You pleaded breathlessly, hiding your face in his shoulder, although upon saying that he sat up hooking the back of your knees pushing them up against your sides. It felt as though he knew your body so well, he knew exactly every right thing to do to you. Making your breast bounce he gripped your legs so tightly he was going to leave bruises.

You felt him stagger, knowing he was close too.

“Keep going Bruce, I want you to cum inside me just like that, god you feel so good.”

Your beauty, your words, how good you felt around him, your pulsating walls.

“I want you to cum for me beautiful, don’t hold back.” You were put over the edge, the knot in your stomach exploding, your legs shaking uncontrollable in his arms yet he was still thrusting, riding you out and getting close to his high. You felt his warm thick liquid fill you up giving you both a euphoric satisfaction.

Falling on top of you, you traced your fingers on his back, trying to slow down your fastly beating heart, something Bruce could undoubtedly feel against your chest. Thinking he was squishing you, he rolled off of you, removing his still inserted member that was keeping the reminisce of the love making inside you. Freed, you got up from bed heading to release the urge to use the restroom. As Bruce stayed in bed he felt a satisfaction upon seeing your small struggle, your freshly weakened legs limping to walk to the bathroom.

“You okay?” Bruce questioned as you slipped back into bed, his arms instantly wrapping you up in a warm embrace.

Cuddling back, curling up as close as possible to him, you simply smiled against his chest, giving a content sigh.

As a composed man who rarely smiles, the grin on his face was hard to wash away, the feeling unnatural yet not protesting it as he was with you. Bruce pulled a blanket over the two of you, you felt your body getting heavy, tiredness taking over.

You whispered a filtered confession, “I adore you Bruce.” your hand reaching towards his face, caressing it lovingly.

Bruce took an unexpected leap, “Y\N, I love you, I always have.”

Reaching his lips with yours, you kissed him deeply. “I always have too Bruce.”

The nostalgic sadness of all the nights of wanting him, the deep longing for him, it filled your eyes and Bruce saw that as he looked into them. You both knew the waiting was over, the hiding was over, the deepest desires of your hearts that were kept locked away for far too long, they were able to finally be let loose, giving all your love to one another in full.

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[bloodyhistorie]

WHAT LOOKED LIKE A GARDEN WAS A GRAVEYARD ALL ALONG.

BLOODYHISTORIE. is an independent & original dual muse rp blog for anne & blanche ozanne of my original play, these bloody histories. an adaption of the bluebeard folktale. written by bee (25, she/they, est).

tldr ; bluebeard, but there are no deus ex machina brothers. blanche marries bluebeard & anne and blanche save themselves (with help from a ghost).

rules.

this blog is selective & mutuals only. prefer plotting-based.

anne & blanche are from my own original play these bloody histories. please don't steal anything of them or their plot.

at this moment in time this blog is iconless because i don't feel like making more, but that is subject to change when i get bit by the iconning bug! fcs are dakota fanning for anne and elle fanning for blanche.

the themes and imagery of violence, specifically violence towards women, death, murder, misogyny & sexism, gore, body horror, blood, and hauntings will be on this blog. they will be tagged. all triggers will be tagged as trigger /. these triggers are all highly tied to the themes and setting of this story and will be unavoidable on this blog, so while they will be tagged it might be best to avoid following if any of these are highly triggering for you!

basic rp rules apply. no godmodding. do not follow or interact if you're racist, homophobic, write things like in*est, etc.

basic plot & character outline.

(this is serving as a general about until i make a carrd, and is essentially a scene by scene outline of the play.)

two sisters live once upon a time ( questionably period france ). anne is the elder sister and reviles what society expects of her, preferring to bury her nose in a book or attend a symposium rather than dance or think of marriage. blanche, the younger, is the image of a perfect lady and excited at the prospect of the future - if a little naive about it.

anne is 23 & blanche is 20. on blanche's 20th birthday, a man named bluebeard comes to blanche's birthday ball. anne - who knows that bluebeard has five dead wives, including the sister of a childhood friend of hers - is wary, but blanche is not. bluebeard gives blanche a diamond necklace and invited anne, blanche, and their mother to gala hosted by his wife in a fortnight.

anne is forbidden by their mother to tell blanche about her reservations about bluebeard. an unseasonably cold storm for mid-spring makes their trip to bluebeard's chateau take longer than it ought to, and upon their arrival there are no other guests & no sign of a gala.

bluebeard tells them that his wife, delphine, grew ill and passed away between the last time he saw them and their arrival, and that word of the gala being cancelled must not have reached them in time. he insists they stay for a few days before heading back.

lights flicker. chairs move on their own. a tea-tray all but throws itself off a table. bluebeard insists it is nothing to be worried about - drafts and odd quirks of an old home. mother & blanche agree to remain polite, anne grows more and more suspicious.

anne & blanche quarrel frequently as blanche & bluebeard grow closer over the course of their stay. anne admits she believes bluebeard is a murderer, and blanche believes anne is jealous of her & worried blanche will leave her to get married. they argue several times, which only serves to drive blanche further from anne and towards bluebeard. the two have an explosive argument wherein anne calls blanche a fool and blanche calls anne controlling.

bluebeard proposes to blanche & blanche accepts. anne sees the ghost of a bride and tries to warn blanche, who is unreceptive. blanche & bluebeard are wed quickly. anne returns home with mother.

a handful of months pass in which the sisters scarcely communicate, until anne receives a frantic sounding letter from blanche imploring her older sister come to the chateau post-haste.

when anne arrives, blanche is a wreck and tells anne that bluebeard is out of town for several weeks and left blanche with the keys to the home and permission to enter any room but one she had never been in before. she had, of course, entered - to find a blood-soaked chamber containing the dessicated remains of several corpses. strange occurrences had picked up their frequency and the spectre of a bride has been flickering in and out of sight. blanche wants to run, but anne convinces her to lay a trap.

bluebeard arrives home and quickly discovers that blanche has opened the door and seen what is inside, but does not know anne is at the home. when he threatens blanche, telling her she must die because of what she has seen, anne pounces. in a protracted physical fight bluebeard nearly gets the upper hand on blanche & anne, who wield what weapons they could find in the house vs his sword, but the spectre of his past wives aid anne & blanche. bluebeard is killed by the sisters and the spirits of the women he has killed, who are then able to move on peacefully.

blanche & anne disguise the fact bluebeard ever arrived home and spread word that he was killed while away. no one mourns him. blanche, a wealthy widow, invites anne to live with her at what is now her chateau. life continues.

[lunarxdaydream]

A letter would arrive for Empress Violetta. Written in an elegant, scrawling hand, it invited her to a grand revel hosted by King Camhlaidh Moireasdan, ruler of Seelie.

The letter itself was a statement, with ink of shifting colors and a pattern of printed ivy along the edges that shimmered as if they were real. Time had gone into the invitation, and clearly by someone with more flair than the king.

( it's party time! )

" 'a grand revel hosted by King Camhlaidh Moireasdan, ruler of Seelie.' ", he repeats as another grape is plucked free from its vine. Leather boots freely throw themselves on the edge of the settee's arm, legs crossing at the ankles. No less is expected of Kaval's boisterous laughter nor the edge it held. Based on his habits, she surmised the source to be his excitement over potential findings.

"And here I was just speaking with Aravis over how long it has been since my last travel." An obstacle brought on by his own ambition but no use in wasting her words.

Gold dipped nails trailed along the length of the ivy; shimmering ink a far cry from the often stoic and introverted royal when compared to his gentry. "I wonder what possessed him." Light dancing across parchment breathes life into the plant. Simple, elegant -- a mask of refinement just as the fae himself.

A misleading reflection to what laid beneath. It is almost amusingly shocking that he had not bothered to sprinkle some poison into the dusted ink.

-- Then again ... he seemed above petty grievances. Or at least willing to confront face to face if his frank speech and demeanor were any indicator. Ah, what a shame to see such power tied to foolish traditions ...

"Loraine," The invitation is held out in a graceful motion. Corners unable to withhold the curl pressed upon them as the woman approached; sapphire gem still glowing bright on the bangle tied to her upper left arm. At least she had stability to partake of the festivities.

"Do inform the court to prepare."

"As you wish."

Obsidian diamonds dangle as she leaned back into the cushions of her chair. Fragrant smoke rising; an index beckoning it to dance higher as a thrill warmed her veins. So many things to come in Seelie's revel ...

"Let us hope King Camhlaidh will make this an event to remember."

|| @arcxnumvitae ||

#( Violetta || answered ) #( Kaval || answered ) #( Loraine || answered ) #( oh man here we goooooo ) #arcxnumvitae