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7ndipity · 5 months

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My One and Only

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You decide to let Hobi eat you out for the first time. That’s is, pwp.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(f.receiving), hair pulling, protected sex(pls be responsible), so many petnames, mentions of anxiety, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for this request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! Love you💜

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Hobi had been many of your firsts; first real boyfriend, first I love you, and that pattern had continued into the bedroom. He’d always made you feel so safe and cared for, guiding you through anything new experience that you came across together.

But one of the things you had yet to do let him do was go down on you. The first time he asked, you’d actually said no, anxiety suddenly flaring up and getting the best of you, but he’d been nothing understanding and reassuring, reminding you that your comfort was his top priority and that the two of you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to.

But that was the thing, you definitely wanted to, in truth, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he brought it up, but sometimes your nerves just got the better of you, worried about doing the wrong thing, or not living up to yours or his expectations.

But tonight, after about a week or so, you’d gotten the courage to bring it back up to him, and couldn’t say that you regretted your decision, sat on his lap as you messily made out, arms looped around his neck as he gripped your hips, grinding you against him. He’d wanted to make sure you were turned on enough and ready for him, but after twenty minutes of kissing and teasing from him, you were bordering on desperate for more, painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs.

Hobi seemed to catch your shift in mood from the way you started to press harder against him, pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes.

“Are you ready?” He asked breathlessly.

“Mhm.” You nodded, ignoring the faint flutter of nerves that his words stirred.

“Hey,” He cupped your face gently. looking at you with so much adoration, you could cry. “Anytime that you start to feel uncomfortable, we can stop, okay? It’s no big deal.”

You nodded.

“You remember your words?”

“Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, Green for keep going.”

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, laying you back on the bed.

He took his time on his descent, kissing and nipping his way down your chest and tummy, running his hands along your thighs light enough to raise goosebumps as he removed your bottoms, guiding your legs to spread wider so he could settle comfortably between them on his stomach.

You peered down at him as he planted open mouthed kisses along each of your thighs, sucking a small spot on the delicate skin that you’d likely feel for several days.

“Hobi.” You whined, squirming in his hold.

“Oh, now you’re impatient, hmm?” He chuckled, catching your hands as you tried to cover your face in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” He said soothingly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll quit teasing, okay? Just relax.”

He released your hands in favor of holding onto your hips, placing a kiss just above where you needed him before licking a broad stripe through your wet folds, making you jolt at the sensation.

“Fuck, knew you’d taste good.” He groaned, dipping back in for another taste, lapping up your wetness hungrily.

It felt like nothing you’d ever experienced, his warm tongue moving with careful precision, dipping into your entrance before coming back up to circle your clit, making you let out a whine.

“H-Hobi.” You moaned.

“Hmm? What is it, Love?” He asked sweetly, glancing up at you. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

“You wanna try something?” He asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Okay.” You said, slightly nervous, but trusting him.

He leaned back in, laving over your clit with his tongue a few times before closing his lips around the soft bud and sucking, causing your back to arch off the bed as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, pleasure shooting through you like lightning.

He pulled away with a wet noise, scanning your face attentively.

“Color?” He asked.

“G-Green.” You staggered.

He dove back in, repeating the action a few more times, turning you into a writhing mess, your hands finding his hair as you scrambled for something to hold onto, tugging hard enough to earn a low groan from him.

“Sorry.” You immediately released your hold, but he caught your hands again, placing them back on his head.

“Do it again.” He nearly growled, looking up at you with an expression that had your stomach and cunt clenching.

You gave another sharp tug, making his eyes fall shut as he hissed, diving back into your heat with renewed intensity, doubling the pace of his ministrations and sending you rushing head-long towards your release.

“H-hobi, I’m-” You couldn’t finish the sentence, but he understood.

“Let go Baby, make a mess on my face.” He said, feeling your muscles twitching around him as you got closer.

Your high hit you like a freight train, a choked cry leaving you as your thighs clamped down around Hobi’s head, blocking his breathing, but he couldn’t care less at that moment. He’s sole focus was on working you through your orgasm, catching every last drop of your release, not stopping till you slumped against the bed, flinching from sensitivity.

Grinning proudly, he climbed back up the bed, your essence shining on his mouth and chin.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, stroking your face.

“Mhm.” You hummed, too blissed out to think properly.

“Does that mean we can do that again sometime?” He asked with a grin.

“You can do that whenever you want.” You said, making him laugh.

“I’ll bear that in mind.” He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. As you shifted closer, you became very aware of his hard cock pressed against your leg, stirring the heat in your lower belly again.

“Hobi.” You breathed against his lips. “Need you.”

“Already? Aren’t you tired?” He chuckled, but you shook your head, tugging him closer.

“Alright, my sweet baby.” He said, climbing off the bed to slip out his bottoms and grab a condom from the bedside drawer. You followed his movements closely, eyeing his bobbing cock with almost hungry eyes.

“You’re making me shy.” He giggled, catching your attention as he rolled the rubber down his length.

“Sorry.” You said, your cheeks heating up as you averted your eyes, feeling the mattress dip as he climbed back into the bed.

“I didn’t say you had to stop.“ He commented with a smirk, moving to hover over you as he kissed you softly. “Ready?”

“Very.” You replied, earning another chuckle from him that turned into a moan as he slipped inside you, filling you up slowly.

Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you out, leaving you throat exposed to Hobi to latch onto, kissing over the faint pink marks he’d left earlier as he waited for you to adjust to his length.

“Hobi.” You breathed after a moment.

“Move?”

“Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, pulling all the way out before plunging back into you, setting a pace that quickly turned you both into moaning messes. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him even deeper and helping him hit that spot that had your toes curling.

“Hobi,” You panted. “Please, ‘m close.”

“I am too, Baby, cum with me.” He groaned, slipping a hand down to circle your clit, immediately sending you over the edge, making your clench around him tightly as he pounded into you even faster.

“Fuck, that’s-, I’m cumming!” He groaned, burying his face in your neck as his hips faltered, thrusting into you once, twice more before stilling as his cocked pulsed inside you, spilling into the condom.

You ran your hands along his back as you both caught your breath, causing him to nearly doze off on top of you before pulling back to look at you dreamily.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked, amused by his dazed expression.

“I’m great.” He grinned. “I could even go again, if you want?”

You laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re amazing.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright, we should get cleaned up. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“So long as it’s just a shower.” You gave him a look.

“I’ll behave.” He promised, pulling away and helping you up. “But I’m not responsible if you start something.”

You showered in relative silence, leaning into each other’s touch as you washed away the sweat and cum before toweling off and climbing back into bed together, feeling sleep threatening to overtake you as soon as you laid your head on his chest.

“I love you.” You mumbled drowsily.

“I love you too, my sweetheart,” His whispered reply was the last thing you heard before falling asleep in his arms. “My one and only.”

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peetaslefttoe · 1 year

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How about you do a Peeta smut where the reader are friends and hanging out one day. You start a conversation on how you’re friends are going out and it comes to the reader saying Oh nobody’s ever wanted to date me. He’s like that’s not true. Then the reader makes a list of they’re insecurities that to peeta are beautiful. Peeta confesses his feeling and then… the smut rolls around. Well that’s my idea!

warnings: smut, p in v, smut with feelings

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love this idea thank you sm

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The sun beat down through the leaves, a cool summer breeze fluttered across the dry grass. You and Peeta lay side by side underneath a tree, it’s shade enveloping you, protecting you from the hot sunlight.

“I just don’t get how they all suddenly have boyfriends,” you continued, telling Peeta about your friends relationships.

“Literally, how is everyone dating someone?” Peeta added. You paused for a moment, the wind rustling the grass.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if I’m just meant to be alone forever,” you finally spoke, looking down at your boots.

“What do you mean?” Peeta turned to you.

“It’s just, no one’s ever wanted to date me,” I whispered. “I don’t know, i just don’t think I’m pretty enough for that kind of love,”

“That’s not true, Y/N!” Peeta said firmly.

“You don’t have to lie Peeta, my hair is all frizzy, my arms are chubby, my stomach is ugly, my boobs are small—,”

“Stop Y/N, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I won’t stop until you see it too,” Peeta interrupted. “Your hair smells fresher than a field of roses, your arms are the most perfect of all, I wish you could hold me in them forever, your stomach is adorable and sexy, and your boobs, well darling, they’re gorgeous and i’ve only gotten a peek,” he continued, rambling on while looking into your eyes. You blushed furiously, looking down at your feet once more.

“Ah ah, eyes up here sweetheart,” he lifted your chin and pulled you to his lips. You melted into his touch, you felt as if you were floating, Your bestfriend and your first and only crush since the day you met him, was kissing you. You pulled back and looked into his deep brown eyes, smiling.

“I’ve loved you ever since I met you Peeta Mellark,” you beamed down at him. He smiled and pulled you back into a deep kiss, muttering words of love and praise into your mouth. His hands trailed across your back as he nibbled at you lips. You relaxed into his strong arms, breathing in his sweet scent. He reached for the hem of your shirt before pulling away from your raw lips.

“Can I? I want you to comfortable, if you are, I really want to show you how perfect you are sweet girl,” he looked up at you sincerely. You thought for a moment before nodding, your stomach doing flips with anticipation. He slowly lifted your top over your head, letting out a little gasp as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. He yanked his shirt off before pushing you onto your back and burying his face into your tits.

“Fuckin perfect, I could suck on you for hours, fuck-,” he groaned, grinding his hardening length down on your leg. You whimpered at his words, then grew louder when he latched onto your nipple, sucking and nipping at it furiously. He switched between nipples, kneading and nibbling your boobs. He only stopped his assault when you rutted up into him, your pussy throbbing.

“Needy girl, are we?” he teased, pressing a kiss to your lips. He kissed lightly down your stomach to the top of your pants.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, sitting up and pushing his hands from your belt.

“What’s wrong? We can stop, is everything okay?” he switched from dominating to gently in a second, holding your hand sweetly.

“It’s… just, it’s, you know, ugly…”

“What is?” Peeta looked at you with confusion.

“My… you know-,” you looked down at your pants.

“Oh darling, I know your sweet little pussy is beautiful, but if you want to stop we can,”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” you asked him.

“I promise,” he nodded firmly. You slowly pulled down your bottoms revealing your panties. You paused, looking at him.

“Do you want to take them off or me?” he asked gently.

“You please,” you whispered. He tucked his fingers into the lace and slowly dragged them down your legs and off onto the ground. He pulled your knees to the side, spreading your legs and exposing your pussy. You shut your eyes, preparing for the worst.

“Oh Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, fuck, i would eat you out right here for hours, your cum dripping down my face, if my cock wasn’t so fucking hard,” he groaned, kissing your clit roughly. You whined, thrusting into his face.

“Shh, stay still for a moment baby,” he reached down and shed his pants and underwear, his thick cock smacking his abs. He lifted your legs over his and pulled your hips into him. He slowly pushed his drippy tip into your tight hole. He whimpered loudly as your pussy clenched around him.

“Holy shit, you’re taking me so well, oh my god-,” he groaned, inching into you as you adjusted to his girth. He finally bottomed out with a whine of your name.

“Move please, please i need you to fuck me Peeta,” you moaned out, shifting in his grasp. He pulled out before slamming back into your soaked hole. The air was filled with the erotic sound of his length slipping in and out of your weeping hole. He reached a hand to your clit, rolling it in his callused fingers. His other hand grasp your hips bruisingly as he drilled into you.

“Fuck Peeta! I’m gonna-,” you felt a warmth fill your core as you shook violently on his cock. He whimpered shakily as your walls milked his cock and he filled you with spurts of thick cum. He erratically fucked you both through your highs before he collapsed on you. You cling to his sweaty back, your pussy sore and throbbing around his soft cock.

“I love you so much Y/N, you’re my girl, my beautiful, perfect, gorgeous girl,” Peeta murmured into your neck.

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cacoetheswriting · 2 years

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2k warnings: 18+ !! minors dni: pure smut although pretty soft and fluffy, oral (female receiving), safe / protected sex, light praise kink, dirty talk, use of pet names, (pretty girl, baby), adult language, a lil self-doubt at the start - pls let me know if i missed anything! also, this is borderline unedited... summary: eddie has fallen head over heels, and he will show you just how much he adores everything about you.

a/n: happy smutty tuesday!! this is technically a part two to this little fic, but can definitely be read as a smutty stand alone. enjoy!

Eddie Munson did not consider himself a lucky guy.

On the contrary, oftentimes throughout his life he referred to himself as the ‘unluckiest son of a bitch on the planet’. Which is why, from a very young age, Eddie was a firm believer in creating his own luck.

Although, even as a kid he was quite self-aware, and he knew that luck did not equate happiness.

A person could not simply make themselves happy just because they wanted to. Like seriously, if that was something people could do, thousands upon thousands of psychologists and psychiatrists alike would be out of work.

Therefore, also from a very young age, Eddie figured happiness was a virtue not available to people like him.

And the curly haired boy carried that belief around until you strutted into his life and slapped him with it — metaphorically speaking.

Jesus Christ, those first couple of months after Eddie came to terms with how he truly felt about you were nothing short of fucking perfect.

Sure, he still had days when his big stupid brain would not offer a moment of peace and he found himself over thinking every single little thing. But you could read him like a book and were always more than willing to listen to his doubts before quickly squashing them with a simple: ‘I’m not going anywhere.’ or ‘No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, Eddie Munson’.

It was scary, how much you knew him. It was also scary how much he fucking adored you.

Yet, despite the fear, the metalhead promised he would show you just how much for as long as you would have him, (which he often hoped would be forever).

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

The statement causes you to adjust your position slightly, and still resting on his chest, you lift your head to meet his gaze.

“You were looking at the back of my head, Eds.”

He chuckles lightly at your reply. “Well, the back of your head is beautiful, baby,” Eddie affirms, “Honestly, just all of you. I swear on my life.”

He crosses his heart and you lean in and peck him on the lips, smiling sweetly at his words.

“Don’t you think swearing on your life is a tad dramatic?”

Eddie’s hand gently closes around your jaw in response. Without saying anything, he’s pulling you in for another kiss. He then kisses your nose, your eyes, each of your cheeks, and your forehead. Using his free hand, he proceeds to move your hair aside and kisses your ears, then down your neck, before kissing you back on the mouth.

“All of you,” Eddie repeats in a mere whisper and his lips brush against yours again, only this time with a little more fervor.

One hand is still cupping your face, while the other reaches for your arm. He trails his fingertips brushing against your skin, downwards, until he reaches your waist and lifts the hem of your tank top just a little bit.

Lips still locked together, you shiver under his touch. Or rather the cool of his metal rings.

Slowly, Eddie slid the shirt up, exposing your stomach, and further still until he reached the bottom of your bra. He pulls back for a brief second, as if to ask whether it was okay to keep going. Your heart flutters because he’s always so fucking respectful and answer his unspoken question by sitting up in your spot to pull the tank top over your head before tossing it aside.

Laying back, you grab Eddie by the hem of his vintage t-shirt and pull him in towards you once more. He takes a second, admiring the view, and leans down to kiss along your jawline as his hands rub over your breasts. It doesn't take long for your nipples to perk up through her bra and Eddie’s caress becomes rougher at that very moment.

Eddie can hear you sighing quietly as he works his lips, and his tongue, along your collarbone. He teases you a little by venturing southward then right back up and you whine underneath him, causing his dick to twitch inside his jeans. Fuck. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to feel your nipples stiffen in his mouth.

He unclasps your bra and removes it with ease before once again taking a second to take all of you in.

“So fucking beautiful,” Eddie whispers and presses his forhead to yours as his eyes go dark, “My pretty girl.”

Heat rushes to your face at the moniker and an all too familiar ache grows between your legs. Eddie notices the reaction, like he always did, and without saying anything else he ventures his mouth to the soft tissue of your breasts. You arch your back on instinct, just as Eddie leads his lips down between your tits, then around the cup, finally swirling his tongue around your right nipple.

Eddie smiles against your skin. He bites it gently, flicking his wet tongue on the peak and you squirm underneath him with delight. This is heaven. You were quite sure of it.

One of Eddie's strong hands is now holding onto your side, fingers digging into your waist, while the other circles around your neck, thumb caressing your soft skin. Eddie’s hot mouth swiftly moves across your chest to take the left nipple between his lips, nibbling it till it is as red as the right.

“Eddie…” you moan and he groans against your skin because Jesus Christ, the way his name falls off your lips is intoxicating. He can feel himself get harder.

Pausing, Eddie sits up and hastily removes his shirt, throwing it aside with very little care. He looks down at you, a hungry smile tugging at his lips. Fucking perfect.

And so he’s leaning back down, kissing your lips again. He continues to your cheeks and jawline, then slowly and softly down your neck.

He again guides his mouth southward, between your tits, to your stomach. His hands slide further, then up your cheer skirt and he gives your ass a vigorous squeeze. You moan his name again and he slips his pointing fingers under the elastic of your panties, pulling them down.

The air hitches in your throat, the room grows hotter. Eddie’s hand hovers over your pussy and you want to scream. He’s teasing.

“Baby—”

“Shh…” Eddie hushes, gently covering your mouth with his other hand while glancing at your face, “Can my pretty girl be quiet?”

You nod obediently and he removes his hand, smirking.

The hungry look in his eyes remains as he shifts to the floor, pulling your legs along and positioning your feet on the edge of the bed, causing your underwear to fall like a feather.

Eddie takes a moment to soak it all in — you, almost naked, writhing under his touch.

He wraps his arms beneath your knees and holding you firmly in place, he begins to alternate kisses along your inner thighs. You can sense his embrace coming closer and closer, and you begin to shake, dying for his mouth to make contact, for for his tongue to enter you. For him to enter you.

Just when you’re about to do the one thing he asked you not to, (make a sound), Eddie’s lips meet your opening. His tongue parts your flaps and he begins to lick slowly, up and down, round and round.

You’re chewing on the inside of your cheek, yearning for more, and Eddie answers your unspoken plea by sliding his long tongue inside of you.

Oh fuck, this was his heaven because you taste so good.

He moves his tongue around the tight space like it's a ballroom dance and you tangle your fingers in his brown locks, tugging at them lightly.

Then it happens. He meets your clit.

Now, you can hardly contain yourself. No, you can’t contain yourself, panting as Eddie sucks the little nub between your lips. He caresses it gently with his tongue, you begin to pant harder, you begin to moan. And when his name escapes you — “Eddie…” — he increases his speed.

You arch your back. Tense. Legs squeezing around his head.

He slips his right shoulder out from under your leg and reaches up, grabbing your right tit. He pinches your nippee before grabbing your breast in his hand, while still licking your slit, continuously paying extra special attention to your clit.

“Eddie,” you gasp, almost breathlessly.

The metalhead knows exactly what that means. Head between your thighs, he continues eagerly like a man on a mission, until you release, shaking. At that moment, as he smacks lips together, drinking in your sweet juices, his cock is filled with so much desire that he can no longer contain it.

Giving you a second to recover, he stands to unzip his jeans. The material falls to the ground while Eddie reaches for the box of condoms on his bedside table. With a steady hand, he tears open one packet and pulls out the sticky rubber. He unrolls it onto himself and hovers over you.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters lovingly, repeating the statement that started all of this, before slanting his lips over yours in a fervent kiss.

You can sense Eddie position himself, his manhood caressing the outside of your sex, teasing. He is always fucking teasing.

But you don’t say anything because his mouth is glued to yours, tongue breaching through, locking together.

His cock clenches and slowly, he pushes the tip in. Holy Shit. You grip the pillows in your fist as he begins to move, barely in, then out, shoving in slightly deeper with each motion. He breaks the kiss and raises his head to stare into your eyes as he makes his final push, fully penetrating.

Eddie could feel each exact detail of the muscles wrapping his cock inside of you as he rocked his hips. His eyes stay directly staring into yours. His lips display a slight, gleeful smile which you can’t help but return.

You lift your arms, placing your hands on the sides of his stomach, feeling each sway of his body meeting yours. You slide your hands, up and down, to the side and over his ribs, then lightly scratch his back with your fingernails.

With each thrust, your scratches become more passionate, deeper, aggressive. Eddie groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head, because of the pleasure your nails provide and increases his speed, rocking harder between your thighs.

He leans down to kiss you again. It’s wet and sloppy, and he quickly moves his hot mouth to your cheek, then upward where he lightly nibbles on your ear, and then down the side of your neck.

Your chest rises and falls against him. Both of your breathing grows more incoherent, as your body surges to meet Eddie’s every motion. He continues to rock faster. His member pulsing in and out of you, back and forth, too and from, till both your bodies begin to tense up.

Nails gripping deeply into his back, you moan heavenly into his ear and arch your back.

“Eds, fuck…”

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he groans in response, “Cum, baby.”

It’s an order you are happy to oblige.

Your walls clench around his cock and you peak, panting heavily as you release. You ride the high of your orgasm, muscles pulsing around his throbbing member, and Eddie becomes too excited to continue, exploding inside of you mere seconds later.

The swaying slows, your breathing calms.

Eddie slips his cock out and falls next to you. He removes the condom and ties it swiftly before throwing it into the small bin next to his bed. Exhaling, he then proceeds to lift his hand up to gently grab your chin, turning your face toward him.

“That was amazing,” you declare, the tone of your voice is soft and makes his heart flutter.

Eddie nods in agreement and leans over to brush his lips over yours. As you return the kiss, you put your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer, because, well, why stop a good thing?

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corn-fanfiction · 5 months

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SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Pt. 5)

(Pt. 4)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/sensuality/reader is normal and likes to do normal things/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/Terrezanos/dead bodyodyodyody

When Mark comes to collect you, he's in a somewhat nicer suit than usual, but you look drastically different. Yes, you want a nice romantic dinner with this powerful man that keeps you on your toes…but you also want to wear something that will look incredible on a bedroom floor.

His eyes rake over you when he sees your black dress with lace detail, your painted red lips, your legs that seem to go on for miles.

“Ho-ly,” he starts. You shut him up with a tip-toe kiss. His large hands wrap around your waist and he tries to deepen the kiss, but you pull away.

“This is MAC, Hoffman. Don't you dare smudge it.”

“Sweetheart you could put that lipstick all over me and I'd buy you 100 more.”

“Damn you're perfect, huh? Come on. We can ruin my makeup after dinner.”

He hides it pretty well, but you can still see the effect that comment has on him. He grunts inaudibly and his pants definitely tighten. You can picture it, too. On your knees, on the bed (his or yours, doesn't matter), your lipstick is smudged, your eyeliner and mascara streaming down your face. You fight every urge to just drag him back inside and fuck his brains out.

He opens the car door for you and you thank him sweetly. They weren't all bad before Ted, but Mark is different. He's confident, maybe cocky at times, but he's gentle with you and hasn't pushed you too far yet. And he respects you. You don't remember the last time you were respected like this.

“So, where are you taking me?” You ask as you put on your seatbelt. Mark doesn't miss the way the safety fabric cuts between your breasts and he clears his throat.

“Terrezanos.”

You gawk at him. “What? Mark, no, that place is way too expensive.”

“Yeah, well, I'm trying to impress you. Besides, you've always wanted to go there.”

You narrow your eyes. “How do you know?”

“I overheard you telling Gerry one day at the restaurant. If you really don't want to, we can go somewhere else-”

“No!” You laugh. “No, it's just…I don't know. Thanks, Mark.”

He flashes a quick glance between you and the road but when he sees your genuine face, it gives him pause.

“Of course. I want this to be special, you know?”

God, your heart flutters. How do you go from being a horny mess to love-struck in a matter of minutes?

The drive is short and you relish in the comfort of Mark's nice car. Leather seats that are warm, quiet wheels, clean smell. Better than any car you've been in lately. And when you pull up to the restaurant, you're absolutely blown away to see-

“Holy shit, they have valets!”

Mark smirks and parks in front of the restaurant. You unbuckle your seatbelt but Mark puts a hand on your arm to stop you.

“Hold on,” he says, then exits the car. You groan as he comes around to your side.

“Mark! Chivalry isn't dead but I'm starving!”

He opens the door for you and you take the waiting hand that helps you from the car. Mark hands his keys over to the valet with thanks. And as you walk in, a gentle hand hovers over your lower back. You feel like some sort of rich wife walking in for the monthly dinner with her husband.

The sudden and seemingly random imagery shakes you for a moment while Mark talks reservation and walks you to the table. You force yourself to remember that this is good fun. He's nice, he's sexy, he treats you well. You're gonna have a good night- a great night, maybe, as long as you get your head out of your ass.

Expensive wine. It's not your preferred and as soon as Mark sees your soured face that you did your best to hide, he orders a different glass.

You both order steak and you pick at a bread stick during the wait.

“Okay, you know too much about me,” you remark. Mark chuckles. “What about you?”

“Eh, what about me. I live at my job. I don't like running.”

“Family?”

“Mom upstate, dad passed a few years ago. Had a sister, but uh…”

Shit, you're stupid. You're a full fucking idiot. You're just trying to make small talk and here you are forgetting about one of the most tragic things you've ever heard.

“God, I'm so sorry, Mark. I completely forgot. You don't have to say anything else.”

“No, no it's fine. I don't ever really talk about her anymore.”

“Seriously, Mark, I understand.”

“But she deserves better than that. I think you woulda liked each other.”

You watch him for a moment silently, hands folded under your chin. Suddenly, he's disarmed.

“Tell me about her.”

And he does, and he lights up. Angela. Angel on earth. His best friend and only person he ever really trusted. Slaughtered by her ex boyfriend.

You wonder about her. How similar your bones are and the tethers that tie you. You'd seen the crime scene photos on the internet. How similar she looked to the photo on Mark's office shelf. She was the same person, after all.

You laugh through your dinner and start the flirting through dessert. You sigh.

“What's that?”

You shrug with a smile. “Can't decide if I don't want this to ever end or… If I want us to get out of here.”

You slip a foot out of its heel and slide it against his ankle, up his calf, and against his inner thigh. Mark inhales sharply and sets an elbow on the table a little too hard, shaking the glasses.

“You are playing a risky game.”

“Risky? I'm just looking for what was promised me.”

“Promised?”

“I'm collecting.”

“Say less.”

You don't even realize that Mark's going in the direction of his place (or what you assume is his place because it's in the opposite direction). You've got a hand ghosting up his leg and he's giving you the same treatment. If he weren't driving, you'd give him head right here, right now.

You both jump when a crackle comes from his police radio.

“Shit,” he mutters, tuning into the frequency.

“Dispatch, all available units to the factory off third…looks like another one.”

Mark nearly swerves off the road. You pull you hand back as your heart hammers in your chest.

“Jesus. What did he mean?”

Mark stares into the dark ahead, lips parted slightly in some intense thought.

“Another trap,” he breathes. “Fuck. I gotta get there. I'll drop you back at your place-”

“No, it'll be quicker for you to go straight to 3rd. I'll stay in the car. You need to do this, right? Catch this guy?”

Mark is fighting himself. Something within him wins and he nods, puts the car in reverse, and speeds to the factory. It's an old, abandoned place, something to do with manufacturing. But when you arrive, there's already ambulances, cop cars, and people, so many people. Mark practically throws himself out of the car and into the throngs. From your seat, you can barely overhear a conversation.

“You're not supposed to be here-”

“No one gave more to this case than me. Let me through.”

Another car pulls up beside you and two men step out, wearing windbreakers with “FBI” plastered on the back. Shit. Your hand moves instinctively to the handle as though there's anything you can do to help this situation.

You watch as Mark is now in a proper screaming match with someone. They aren't letting him through, and then you see a body being wheeled out on a stretcher. The blanket is pulled up too far. Whoever this poor bastard is, they're dead.

And then you spot the hand. The tattoos on the fingers. The ring you had bought him two Christmases ago.

You have no trouble now leaving the car. You stumble in your heels towards the back of the ambulance. Some notice you and go to grab you away but you avoid them. You only get close enough to confirm your suspicions before Mark has a hold of your wrist, then your arm, then all of you as you realize fully that Ted is on the stretcher before you, dead. A victim to the Jigsaw killer. Bringing you one step closer to a serial killer, and hundreds of miles away from anything ever making sense again.

#mark hoffman #saw fanfic #mark hoffman x reader #angst #fanfiction #smut #hurt/comfort #fluff #enemies to friends to lovers

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groupiewhoreee · 1 year

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can you pleaseee write something about izzy’s girl waking him up in the middle of the night needing him (sexually)

hi! of course i could write that, thanks for the request love! <3

You Could Be Mine

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, no condom (protect ur light saber) smut ahead, minors dni! unless you want to be traumatized go ahead.

Summary/Plot: in request by an lovely anon.

you couldn't sleep. it was like you were missing something entirely. your hand rested between ur thighs, the coldness of your hand piercing your skin, sending a shiver down ur spine. you felt something drip down ur legs. your eyes hovered down to see ur juices dripping down ur legs. you gasped, whimpering noises could be heard. your boyfriend, izzy, was sound asleep, snoring loudly like a dad. he was holding onto the pillow, before he turned and tossed and spooned you. you bit ur lip, feeling the bulge in his pants touch you thru ur shorts. you whined softly. your eyes moved to izzy.

"psst, izzy." you whispered. izzy's eyes fluttered open. "holy.. mhh, yeah?" he asked, looking over at you and rubbing his eyes. "i need you.. really bad." you said simply. "need me how?" he asked. "sexually.. i-i can't take it." you whimpered sweetly. "ah— okay," he said, moving to you. he latched his lips onto the skin of ur neck, sucking ur sweet spots and leaving purple, bruise like love bites.

he looked at you, noticing ur eyes closed shut. ur back arched only to the slightest, and you moaned softly but quietly at the tone. izzy kissed down ur neck, reaching ur collar bone. he moved his hands to the hem of ur shirt. he slid his hands underneath, trailing them up ur stomach before reaching ur exposed tits. he groped them, teasing the nipples with two of his fingers. you gasped in an instant, moaning at the touch and the friction. he smirked. he moved his hands down and out of ur shirt. he moved his hands to ur hips, before his finger tips touched the fabric of ur panties. he began to take them off. "izzy," you whined.

he slid ur panties off, taking his time with you. you squirmed. "stop squirming whore,"he said. "but, i need you izzy please," you whined. he gripped ur wrists to stop you. "just wait," he said, a growl escaped him. he teased ur soaked heat. "so wet for me." he said simply. he used two fingers to stroke in circles and stripes. he slipped two fingers inside of you. you moaned out loud, breathing heavily. he pumped his fingers in and out of you, until he pulled out. he moved to take his pants off, his boxers still on and his pants down to his ankles. he teased ur clit with his clothed dick. you moaned sweetly. he took his boxers off, they dropped to his ankles. he positioned himself at ur entrance, before burying himself inside of you.

you moaned and cried out. "izzy!" you whined. "such a slut for me," he pulled ur hair, you gasped. "so needy." he would mutter, an utter smirk peered across his lips. he pushed in and out of you, stretching ur walls. your juices dripped down ur thighs. after a bit, you came, ur legs quaking. izzy came inside of you. you felt full and ur insides felt bruised. he grabbed some wipes from the counter and cleaned you up and himself, before pulling his pants and boxers up, doing the same for you. he grabbed you, spooning you. "night, hunny." he smiled. "night babe. love you." - "love ya too."

#request #smutty #anon <3 #smut #guns n roses #duff gnr #gnr smut #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin #slash gnr #axl gnr #guns n roses smut #gnr x reader #gnr imagine #gnr fic #duff mckagan #steven adler #slash hudson #saul hudson

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photogirl894 · 11 months

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Hi! Would you be okay with writing the fake boyfriend story but with Hunter instead? I love your writing!

Oooh this is a fun and interesting request! Thank you, anon! Sorry this took me a while to get to!

I'll go ahead and just use the same prompt from the original "Fake Boyfriend" Crosshair fic and I'm gonna change up the plot just a little bit so it's not entirely the same story! There will be a couple of lines and references I'll keep for the fun of it, though 😊

"Fake Boyfriend 2.0"

7. Putting someone behind them to protect them

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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Another successful mission was under your belt for you and your squad, the Bad Batch. You were all back on Ord Mantell at Cid's parlor and wanted to just take some down time, getting drinks and relaxing before Cid threw another mission at you. You were sitting on a barstool with your back to the bar and Hunter was next to you, his arm draped across the bar behind you. He might as well have had his arm around you with how close his hand was to your arm. You and Hunter had a habit of flirting with each other quite a bit, but you had the feeling that it wasn't anything serious for him. He probably saw it as just playful fun, though it definitely was real for you. You'd developed feelings for him a long time ago, but he was so caught up in leading his squad and protecting all of you that he most likely didn't have time or room in his mind for any sort of romantic feelings. That's probably why the flirting was just fine for him and, even though you felt nothing would come of it, you accepted it.

After finishing your drink, you started feeling a bit antsy and didn't want to sit around, especially after being on a ship for hours, so you decided to take a quick walk. You hopped off your seat and announced to the boys that you'd be back in a few after getting some air.

Hunter laid his hand on your shoulder and said to you, "Be careful out there."

"Why? Afraid I'll get lost?" you asked with a grin.

"If you do, you know I'll always find you," he said, smiling sweetly at you that caused butterflies to flutter about in your stomach.

You quickly turned away so he couldn't see the blush rising up on your face and briskly walked out of the parlor. The atmosphere wasn't as clear and refreshing as some other planets, but it was still tolerable. The people were about the same, as well. Most just kept their heads down or maybe looked at you suspiciously, but said nothing. You had learned to just ignore them.

You'd been walking for a few minutes on the streets when you heard sounds behind you. You turned around and didn't see anyone or anything behind you. However, when you turned back, there was a man suddenly in front of you; a human man who had a highly unsavory look in his eyes and in the way he stared down at you.

"Well, hello, gorgeous," he commented to you, his tongue flickering out ever so slightly over his lips.

"Um...can I help you?" you asked flatly, taking a step back.

"I think you can," he answered, inching his way forward. "You see, I'm feeling kind of lonely tonight. Care to keep me company?"

You opened your mouth to respond to him, but another masculine voice you knew well spoke up behind you, answering him, "She's already otherwise engaged for the night." Just then, Hunter appeared next to you and he protectively moved you behind him as he stepped forward to face the man in front of you.

The lascivious expression vanished from the stranger's face at seeing another man come to your aid. "Who are you?" he questioned.

With no hesitation, Hunter answered, "I'm her boyfriend."

Your jaw almost dropped, stunned at what you'd heard. You couldn't have heard him right....

Then he kept going, "She's my girl and I suggest you get lost and move along...while you can still walk."

Displeased at being interrupted before he could get his hands on you, the stranger sneered at Hunter, cast an irritated look at you and then walked away, waving a dismissive hand as he left.

Once you both were sure the guy was gone, Hunter turned back to you and laid his hands on your arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. He just severely creeped me out," you told him. He gently nudged you forward and the two of you began walking back in the direction of Cid's bar. "Thank you for stepping in," you said as you walked.

"Always," he replied.

"Didn't expect you to pull the 'fake boyfriend' card, though," you told him.

"I thought that was the best way to get rid of him," he explained.

Your grin faltered. For a second, you had hoped that maybe there was more behind his choice of action, but you should've known better.

Though, your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Hunter. "What's wrong?" he asked you.

Even though you didn't want to tell him, you knew he'd seen your face and he wouldn't let it go, not when it was clear you were unhappy. So you admitted to him, "I guess...I just had hoped that maybe...maybe it could be real...instead of fake."

When you looked back, he suddenly wasn't next to you, but had stopped a few steps back, his eyes narrowed slightly in surprise. "You...you really want that?" he asked, seemingly dumbfounded, as you turned to face him.

You gave a shy nod and a shrug. "Yeah...I mean, we flirt constantly and I keep thinking that maybe you'd want something like that, too, but I'm sure it's all been just for fun for you and you wouldn't want anything serious. Which I understand if that's the case."

"That's not true."

"Wait...it's not?"

He slowly approached you. "I only flirt with you...and I do it because I want to. I just haven't figured out the best way to tell you and I hoped that maybe I could get my interest across that way."

"You...you've been interested in me? This whole time?" you inquired, a warm feeling of hope beginning to rise inside you.

"Yes," he said, his voice low, as he brought a hand to your cheek.

Then Hunter came forward and suddenly, his lips were pressed to yours in a way that nearly made your legs give way. They probably would have had Hunter's other arm not held you up by the waist, pressed up against him.

As he broke the kiss, he spoke, "I've only ever wanted you...and no one else."

"Only me?" you asked in a slightly dreamy tone, your head still reeling from the fact that he had just kissed you.

"Do you not believe me?" he asked, his lips twitching upward.

You smirked back at him. "I might need a little extra convincing."

That was then how you found yourself pushed up against a wall of a nearby alley and making out passionately with Hunter...until the rest of the boys eventually came out looking for you and found you there.

"Hey! I thought you said you were taking a walk and getting some air?" Wrecker questioned as you both jumped apart.

"She wanted some of Hunter's air, it seems," Echo teased.

You shyly hid your face in Hunter's shoulder with a small laugh, but the rest of the squad seemed pretty happy about the two of you as he kissed the top of your head. You walked back to the Marauder hand in hand with Hunter...the two of you now officially a couple, just like you always wanted.

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softlyspector · 2 years

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okay hear me out - jake + the alley cats & kittens & reader mentions how she wants to name them but jake is like no we can’t bc we will get attached and we can’t keep a ton of cats (all while he has secretly named all of them already and accidentally exposes himself one night by talking to them) 🥺

aka you and jake feed the alley cats and jake makes a naming decision without you. ~1.3k

this takes place in the moon struck universe but can be read alone.

“We could name her something cute - like Bella or Milo,” you say, glancing back at Jake where he leans against the wall at the mouth of the alley with his arms crossed over his chest.

He rolls his eyes at you, but his voice is butter smooth and sunshine warm when he answers you. “No, mi vida. We name one cat, we haveta name ‘em all. And then what? You and me and the boys and forty cats in the flat together? We got enough cooks in the kitchen as it is.”

You snort and stand, brushing off the legs of your jeans, cats swarming around your ankles, meowing up at you. “First off, there are five of them, not forty. Second, I know Steven would be on my side about this.”

Jake tilts his head at you before pushing off the wall and approaching slowly.

A stack of tinned wet cat food is in the bag slung over his shoulder, and the beasts around your feet dart out to meet him as he moves toward you.

You smile sweetly at him, fluttering your lashes up at him when Jake stops in front of you. “Please?”

“No.”

The smile drops off your face. “Fine.” You reach out a hand to take the bag from him. “You're so mean to me sometimes, Jake Lockley.”

“Just protectin' the home from an invasion of damn cats,” he informs you, squatting down to rub one of the cats between the ears. It's the fluffy cream colored one. She's loud and demanding most days, and reminds you just a little bit of Jake.

The first time you caught Jake out in the alley, it had been raining. A steady mist that most Londoners ignored entirely. You were hurrying by the alley, on your way to Steven's flat for dinner.

You weren’t meant to see Jake that day. And you almost felt like you were intruding on something personal. He’d been crouched down in a circle of the animals, speaking softly to them in Spanish, petting one and then another and laughing when one of the others began to complain loudly for his attention.

"Jake?" You had asked softly, so you didn't startle him. “What are you doing?”

When he stood and looked at you, Jake's eyes had been wide, almost worried, trying to play off what he was clearly doing there, bowls of food at his feet, loving cats calling loudly up at him.

But you had only asked excitedly, "Oh, are you the one that feeds the cats?"

Jake's cool confidence had slid back into place at the elation in your voice. He had nodded and gestured you forward. “Sure am, hermosa. Come here and meet ‘em.”

After that, it became you and Jake’s thing. Every evening, you feed the cats together. You haul out the cans of food and traipse down to the alley. You crouch together on the dirty paving stones and spoon food into the bowls you bring.

You watch them eat and pet them.

And you get the very real pleasure of watching Jake turn soft. He speaks lowly to the cats in Spanish - who actually stop meowing like they're really listening to him speak, lining up in a ring around his feet.

It took some time for the crowd of them to warm to you, almost like they were protective of Jake, not trusting of any human but him.

Now, you repeat with emphasis as you and Jake finish distributing the food, “I know Steven is on my side. He thinks we should name the cats too.”

“Yeah, mi vida, and me and Marc actually agree on something for once. No naming. No cats in the flat.” He tugs you to your feet as the cats swarm the bowls of food, eating happily, a cacophony of purrs echoing around the alley. “Besides, doesn’t matter what those two think. These are our cats.”

And so they are.

That’s something he’s been adamant about - that this is your thing, your special little routine together.

You send an exaggerated pout his way. “You're so mean to me,” you repeat. “You and Marc.”

Jake rolls his eyes, snarking at you, “Why don't you and Steven fuckin' coordinate it then? Why don't you two name them?”

“Cause it's our thing, Jake,” you say, because it's true but also because you know Jake will respond well to possessiveness. “Me and you.”

Jake smirks at you and pulls you into his arms, curving you into the center of his orbit. “Right. Me and you. So no fuckin’ intervention from Steven.”

“Sure,” you reach up and touch his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

Jake doesn’t react to your touch, his dark eyes tracking the movement of your hand before his gaze flickers back to yours. “None of you are good at names anyway. I have to think about the tragedy that are the names of the fish every fuckin’ day.”

You think about Gus, Guy, Gun, and Dancer currently swimming blissfully along in their tank upstairs. “Maybe you have a point.”

The cats remain nameless for a season.

At least, you think they remain nameless.

Until one warm summer evening, you hear him.

You were running late to meet Jake, a meeting at your new job at the library running over. And you can hear him talking before you even reach the alley, his voice carrying out to you on a breeze.

He’s telling one of the cats about something Marc said earlier, chatting and complaining at her like she’s a person so fuckin' stupid sometimes I swear, Luna when -

“Did you just call her Luna?”

Jake’s shoulders tense up and he stands and turns to meet your eyes.

You smirk at him. “Don’t-,” he starts to warn but you’ve already begun.

“Oh, mi vida,” you poorly imitate his voice, teasing him. “We can’t name the cats. You and Steven just get soooo attached-,”

Jake’s eyes go dark, his mouth a hard line, “Watch it-,”

“You named them without me,” you accuse, letting your voice drop back into its normal cadence. “Why?”

Jake doesn’t answer you immediately, stooping back down to pet one of the cats. “Didn’t mean for it to happen. Just got tired of calling them all fuckin' cat. Then I didn’t want to tell you, since I made such a big fuckin’ deal about adopting them like they aren’t already ours.”

You snort and crouch down too, laying a hand against Jake’s shoulder for balance. “Okay, so what did you name them?”

Jake eyes you suspiciously, like you're letting the name issue go too easily. You don't really mind, find it kind of adorable that he'd hidden it from you.

“Luna, Willow, Charles, Max, and Knight,” he says, pointing to each in turn. “Good names. Not like those shit names the fish have.”

“Luna and Knight are a little on the nose aren’t they?” You can''t help digging at him a little.

“Yeah, sweetheart, just like your two fish, one tank theory,” he snaps back at you. “No one’s puttin’ any dots together but you.”

You let him help you stand, his arm curling through yours as he leads you out of the alley, the cats trailing after the pair of you to the edge of their domain. You wave at them, listen to their little goodbye meows. “Did Marc and Steven know about the cats having names?”

Jake hesitates, “Now don’t get pissed off, but yeah. They did. Asked ‘em not to tell, that I’d tell ya eventually.” He pauses and tugs you down the street, in the direction of a much frequented flower stall. “Was trying to figure out how not to make you mad.”

“Why would I be mad? I wanted to name them too. I'm glad they have names.”

“‘Cause they’re ours, cariño,” he sounds like he’s confessing something, like he's a little mad at himself. “And I did it without ya.”

You pull Jake to a stop, touch his cheek before smiling. “Then don’t be so stubborn next time and listen when I suggest something. Like naming the cats.”

Jake only looks half chastised, almost like he’s being put upon. “Sure thing.”

“And so they’ll move in now?” You grin.

“No,” he says. “Absolutely not. Don't push it. They eat the fish and then where will we be? Steven'd be a mess for weeks.” You get in line for the flower booth, chuckling under your breath, Jake supporting your weight against his, “No more fuckin’ cat talk. Tell me what flowers you want so I can make make it up to ya.”

You lean over to kiss his cheek, "Kinda like they're our kids, huh."

"Little like that," he agrees easily.

The flower booth owner greets you both by name.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley #moon struck #moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfiction

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choccyhearts · 11 months

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When Is the Right Time? // R.M.R x Reader

Note: This is not connected to the ongoing series I have, I just had this silly idea buzzing in my head ^_^

CW: Fluff, g/n!reader, talks of marriage, proposal/engagement

It's been 31 months since Robert Montague Renfield came into your life. You literally ran into each other while shopping at the grocery store. You were standing in the cereal aisle, contemplating which sugary goodness would ease your hunger. Renfield was reading the back of a box of corn flakes, curious about the contest advertised. You both aimlessly shuffled along until you bumped right into each other.

Maybe it was just the sharp pain in your side or the dull ache in his elbow, but you both felt something that fateful day. Slowly, you got to know each other and soon he was asking you to go on dates.

It's been 26 months since you started dating seriously, committing to each other. After the first six months, Renfield confided in Rebecca about when it would be appropriate to ask for your hand in marriage. He knew the window of time for people to get engaged had changed since he first got married, but he wasn't sure by how much.

Rebecca, after laughing hysterically before realizing he was serious, shot his idea down. She told him it was still too soon and to wait until the conversation came up organically in the relationship.

Renfield was glad he asked before talking to you, but also was left feeling confused. When is the right time? How will he know?

He knew it was time with his first wife because they had been together for a while and it was the natural next step. They wanted children, a new life and to settle down. They were doing what everyone around them did.

Now, people got married because they truly wanted to, not because they were expected to. He knows he wants to be with you, to stay by your side forever, but if he comes on too strong he might lose you.

When is the right time?

Fast forward, it's been a couple of years and with every passing day, Renfield's heart longs to get married. To be a husband again. To be happy again.

By now, you've had a few discussions about marriage and those have eased his worries.

He knows you do want to get married, but you don't know when. You'd told him that you were unsure when exactly you wanted to be engaged. When it feels right you'll just know. Okay, sounds good...but how will he know it's time?

This leads us to now. Both of you lying in bed, only inches apart. The sunlight acts as another blanket draped on top of you. Renfield's hand is wrapped around yours, his thumb moving back and forth against your skin. His eyes occasionally flutter open, checking to see if you're awake yet. He loves waking up next to you. Your presence rivals the sun each morning as you bring in all the light that his life needs.

You grumble and nuzzle your face against the pillow. Renfield's lips upturn slowly.

"Good morning, my love," he whispers.

You hum and lean forward, pressing your face into his chest. He kisses your head softly, moving his other arm around your body to hold you lovingly and protectively.

"How did you sleep?"

"Not too bad," you yawn. "I always sleep well with you."

You pull back and look at his face. He smiles and leans forward, nudging his nose against yours sweetly before ghosting his lips over yours.

"The feeling is mutual."

He kisses you slowly, humming contently. The hand holding yours tightens, pulling it to his chest. Despite the tranquil atmosphere, Renfield's brain is buzzing.

Is this it? Is it time? It feels right. This is all very domestic. Very loving, very romantic.

He pulls away and brings your hand close to his face.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He kisses your hand and his thumb strokes your ring finger.

"I'm in love with you. I've never been happier in my life."

He takes your ring finger in two of his fingers and looks at it.

"I want to feel this way forever. I want to be by your side forever. And if you'll have me, I would like to spend the rest of my life...", he takes a shakey, nervous breath. "The rest of my life married to you."

Your once sleepy state is now replaced with shock. Your eyes widen and you quickly replay his words.

"M...marry...me!?," your voice raises.

Renfield's eyes widen and his stomach drops. Oh no, this wasn't the time. He can't even speak. He's never felt such dread and regret, and that's saying a lot.

He closes his eyes and his grip on you tightens, trying to commit your physical body to his memory. Is this the end of everything?

You notice his fear stricken state and you cup his face and kiss him deeply. He kisses back quickly, pulling your body flush against his. A moment passes yet it feels like a year. Once you pull away you look into his eyes.

"Yes."

His eyebrows knit together. Poor guy, all it takes is one kiss to make his brain turn to mush.

"Yes," you say again and nod. "I want to marry you. I want to be married to you."

His eyes widen, "Yes?"

"Mhm", you smile and pepper kisses on his face as his face remains frozen in shock. "Yes. Yes, of course, honey."

He rolls you both over and he kisses you again. You giggle and drape your arms around his neck.

"Don't scare me like that again", he pulls away and gazes down at you.

"I won't, I'm sorry. I was just not expecting that first thing in the morning."

"Should I not have asked this way?", he lightlg chuckles.

"No, no, this was...perfect."

Guess it was time.

#renfield #robert montague renfield #renfield 2023 #renfield x reader

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itsanerdlife · 2 years

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Broken Knight 6

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Castle!Reader

Warnings: violence. Language. Stalking. Smut (later on). Pettiness. Lies. Secrets.

Working for my father and uncles, has never been an easy task. When I get attacked one night, it sets them off. My father hires a security team he knows. I’m unwilling, till he steps off the plane.

Now it’s complicated and blurry. James Barnes is more than I bargained for. And far more is happening then my father bargained for. I can’t help myself, only I know nothing is easy, and my father isn’t one to be disobeyed.

Hell’s going to rain down, I’m not sure who is going to survive this time.

It’s just getting awkward at this point. Her client refused to even make eye contact with her. He sat scrolling through his phone, refusing to speak to her.

“Mr. Rhomade.” She clears her throat. It’s visible on her face as she gets more and more annoyed with him. “I need you to speak to me, if you want this contract.” She pats her hands on the contract in front of her.

“Woman, are not made for places of power.” Her client mutters. “Though it is nice to see your father has you presented with a man, now.” His eyes cut to Bucky. “Perhaps he and I can talk.”

“He doesn’t work for Stark Inc. He works for, me, or my fathers, I’m not really fucking sure how that works, but he is not an employee of Stark Inc.” She stammers and growls.

Once more, he refuses to reply.

She sucks in a deep breathe, licking her lips.

“Please follow me Mr. Rhomade.” She smiles sweetly, standing up with the contract in hand. “I’ll take you to someone in charge.”

It’s a whole 180. Plastering on a customer service face and voice. She stalks out of the office, Bucky hurries after her. The client and Clint follow.

Her steps echo with anger as she moves down the hall to a small meeting room. Tony, Frank, Howie, Peter and Billy are sitting, talking. She stops next to the table.

“Mr. Rhomade, believes because I have a vagina. I am incapable of handling his contract. Since apparently having a dick is some God send, when we all know I take a better pounding than he would.” She shrugs.

“Oh god.” Peter drops his head.

“No.” Howie whines, trying to slither under the table from his chair.

Tony beams with pride, Billy covers his mouth with a hand, Clint is beat red with stifled laughter, even Bucky chokes down a snort. Frank is the only one remained unbothered, with the same murderous look on his face.

“What? I’m just saying I got jumped.” She smirks. “Someone with a dick take over.” She holds up the contract.

“I’ll do it.” Peter sighs.

“And tell him to go fuck himself.” She tosses the contract into the air. Unbound, held together with paper clips, the papers fly, flutter and drift across the table and floor. “You know, cause I’m a woman and he won’t acknowledge me.” She sasses, turning on her heels she leaves.

“I love her.” Tony grins.

Bucky and Clint hurry out after her.

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They sat in her office silently, as she flicked through a finalized contract that needed signing still. Slowly she sets it down, glancing over at him. He closes his book, watching her.

“Bucky?” She spoke softly. “Is it okay I call you that?” There is hesitation in her voice.

“It is.” He nods.

May I ask you something?” She wonders with a sigh.

“You may.”

“How do you know my dad?” She asks with such curiosity on her face.

He sighs, leaning forward. Supporting his forearms on his thighs.

“What was said to you during your attack?” His brow lifts.

“I told you.” She cuts her eyes away quickly.

“A lie.” He points out.

“You could have just said you wouldn’t tell me.” She huffs, rolling her eyes.

“Is there a reason you don’t trust me?” He wonders. His head tips slightly to the side.

“Who said I don’t?” She shrugs.

“You’re lying to me.” He settles her with a direct look.

“Maybe it’s not about you.” She tucks a strand of hair back.

“Who is it about?” His brow pulls in.

“Maybe I’m protecting someone like you’re protecting me.” She spoke softly.

“I could protect the two of you, if you tell me.” He reminds her.

“This is on me.” She lifts her chin, picking up her contract again.

“You’re very infuriating, Princess.” He mutters, sighing as he leans back in his seat. Snatching up his book again. Her eyes snap up to him for a moment, before dropping them to her work.

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Frank sent her home early, after her stunt in the meeting room. She’d fallen asleep on the couch, he covered her with a blanket before setting about checking the locks and apartment. He had a feeling she didn’t do well sleeping alone now, that was expected after all she’d gone through.

He’d barely pulled off his T-shirt and turned down the bed. It sounded like a breathless yell, cut off before it became a scream. He’s hauling ass out of the room, and down the little hall when it comes again.

Her face pushed into the couch pillow, stifling the sound. Fucking nightmares. His hand closes on her shoulder, shaking her enough to wake her.

“Y/N?” His voice just loud enough not yet a yell.

She jerks up, slapping his hands away as she lets out a startled yelp. Panic, fear, confusion washing across her face as she scrambles away from him. Blinking wild eyes, she’s trying to focus, gather her surroundings again. He holds his hands up in defense, slowly sitting next to her.

“It’s just a dream. You’re okay.” He spoke soft and slow.

Her chest rises and falls fast, panicked, scared.

“It’s okay.” He nods, watching her. She stares back at him wondering if she believed his words. “You’re safe, Princess.” He reminds her.

He’s surprised when she moves, throwing her arms around his neck. He stiffens for a moment, slowly relaxing he wraps one arm around her, hauling her in closer. When she sniffles, he can’t explain why it’s such a gutting feeling for him.

“Shit, don’t cry.” His other hand comes up, brushing back her hair.

“Fuck, sorry.” She sniffs, looking guilty. “I’m crying on you.” She attempts to pull away.

He doesn’t know why, can’t explain it, but his arm locks, keeping her in place.

“It’s ah, it’s fine.” His brow pulls in. Confused by his own words.

“Thanks.” She spoke in a broken whisper.

“Anytime.” His own voice practically a whisper. He settles back against the couch, pulling the blanket over her, letting her settle in next to him.

Was this possibly crossing some line? It was a blurry line.

Was this going against the one thing Frank Castle told him to not do?

Completely.

Yet it wasn’t enough to stop him.

Bucky called to let Frank know they’d be boarding a flight and departing in the hour. Frank only had one things to ask before they were airborne.

“I ask one thing of you, James.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t get involved with my daughter.”

“Understood.”

“Promise me. You will keep this one hundred percent professional, Barnes.”

“Promise, Castle. You have my word.”

“See you when you land.”

“You have nothing to worry about, we’ll be there in two days’ time.”

#Marvel #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Avengers #Bucky x Reader #Broken Knight #Marvel Fanfiction #Bucky Barnes Series #Avengers Fanfiction #Bucky Series

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hotsforharlow · 2 years

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jack with a chaotic reader pls. she’s silly and energetic and suddenly very serious. a sweetheat, can be a mess, but a headt of gold. veryone becomes very protective over her.

AN: Hi, I hope I was able to cover all you wanted x

Jack didn’t know what he had done to deserve such a girl. You were literally everything he could want wrapped up in a beautiful, kind hearted package. He loved how you fit into his group of friends without even trying; it was like it was made to be. Like now, at the club, you were bouncing on the dancefloor; full of that energy he adored.“Dude, where did you find her?” Druski asked, looking over at the display with a soft chuckle that Jack replied with his own. “Shut up.” Jack hummed, sipping his drink as his smile only widened as he watched Neelam come over to you and dance. Subtly, he moved his phone and began to film you for his story of the night. Just so everyone saw how lucky he was.

He truly could relax in your presence as well, like nothing before you. Jack felt like he didn’t have to put on a show. “Nah, you know we all love her.” Druski continued as he moved down towards the bar as Urban hummed in agreement. “Me too.” Jack softly whispered; his blue eyes never moving from you as you waved over at him.You waved him over cheekily, knowing he would never and Jack still took you on. He softly shook his head and watched your head fall back, laughing loudly like you always did; without a care in the world. Jack turned away to chat with Clay; sipping on the soda whilst running his own fingers through his curls and missing the feel of yours.

“Here you go.” You hummed, after getting everyone another round of drinks with Neelam helping you carry them. The soft chorus of thank you’s followed you as you made your way to Jack and perched onto his knee. His hand moved up and down your back almost instantly as he finished off his conversation with Clay and gave you his full attention.“You good?” Jack whispered up at you, softly playing with the bottom of your hair whilst his free hand moved up and down your thigh. “Always with you.” You promised and sweetly began to mouth at his neck. His scent is moving over you. “Such a sweetheart.” Jack purred, playing with your hair as the music sounded out around you both.

You blushed and burrowed into his neck some more before leaning in for a sweet, chaste kiss that Jack moved to deepen. “How many drinks have you had?” He whispered into your ear as he took in your giddiness. “Just a couple.” You hummed, bringing out a hand to show him 5. He rolled his eyes and brought you closer. His hand moved to your arse and softly palmed you as the night slowly progressed. A sweet yawn escaped you that you tried to hide. “Want to go, baby?” Jack asked, moving his fingers through your locks some more. “I’m good.” You whispered, stroking his thigh as you reached for a shot being handed to you and taking it.

“Okay, just gotta go to the toilet..can you get off me?” He hummed into your ear and a soft pout came over you at being separated but you moved to your feet. He pecked your lips before moving down the stairs and you made your way to Urban’s seat and cuddled into his side. He wrapped an arm instantly around you, taking a drag of his joint.Your fingers moved through his locks, something you always did as they reminded you so much of Jack’s curls. The alcohol had you dizzy as you rested your head onto Urban’s shoulder whilst looking around the club some more. But you weren’t that dizzy that you didn’t see a girl near enough rubbing against your man.

“Um..what is she doing?” You spoke mostly to yourself as you moved to stand. Urban’s eyes followed your movement before seeing Jack trying to leave this random girl’s hold. “Y/N…” Urban softly called out as you continued walking. “Jack..” You softly called, fluttering your lashes in complete innocence as you moved to his side.Jack’s eyes flashed to yours and tried to show you that he wasn’t doing anything. “Aren’t you coming back home?” You purred. “Yeah..sure..I was coming.” Jack nearly babbled as he finally moved from the woman’s touch. You raised your eyebrow at the girl who seemed to be thinking about what to do next before deciding on walking away.

You watched her go in annoyance; hating that everyone seemed to want your guy all the time. It was why you both stayed in the VIP section. “Hey, you good?” Urban hummed from behind as he looked at the scene in front of him. “All good.” You mumbled, sobering up now as another soft yawn escaped you. The night had been a rollercoaster of emotions. “Want to go home now?” Jack whispered into your ear, his hands moving down your sides as his extreme PDA made its presence known. “Yeah, please..” You hummed, fluttering your lashes as he kept you against his side. He pressed a sweet kiss to your temple before waving to the group in the corner to show they were leaving.

His hand reached for yours, playing with your fingers as his mind once again moved to how lucky he was. He wouldn’t change you for the world. No matter how crazy you could be; it was what he loved. “Glad you are home.” You coed into his ear. “Me too.” Jack whispered, bringing you into his embrace as he nodded at Urban before moving to the exit. The soft cold had a shiver run through your body as you snuggled into his some more. “Here you go.” Jack gently whispered, taking his hoodie off and unzipping it. He wrapped it around you as a soft smile came over your face. “Thank you.” You hummed, his scent wrapping around you like a hug. “Anytime.” He promised.

His hand moved to yours and softly played with your fingers as you both moved into the car that came for you.

#jack harlow x reader #request

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ssokkasmoon · 2 months

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GENDER REVEAL (MODERN AU)

(All characters are aged up)

Pt. 2 of "them finding out that you are pregnant "

Sokka gripped your hand tightly in the waiting room. Today was the day - you two would find out the gender of their baby. Part of him wanted a daughter, so he could protect and spoil his little princess. of course he would be happy with son too ,But As long as the baby was healthy, he didn't really care either way. When the nurse called your name, he helped you onto the exam table and sat beside you, not letting go of your hand.

"Looks like everything's developing nicely," the doctor said with a smile. "Would you two like to know the gender?" you looked at Sokka with shining eyes and he nodded eagerly. The doctor moved the wand around for a moment." Ah, it's quite clear. Congratulations, you're having a girl!" . A daughter. Sokka felt his eyes well up as a watery laugh escaped. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead over and over. "We're having a baby girl," he said in awe.

Sokka couldn't wait to love and protect his princess with his whole heart.

Zuko strides down the hospital corridor, one arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders as you walk to the doctor's office. He's not usually one for public displays of intimacy, but his guard is lowered in private moments with the two people who mean everything to him. Pausing outside the closed door, he gazes down at you tenderly, one hand moving to gently cradle your growing belly. "You feelin' okay, Love?" he asks softly, At your nod, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before knocking. The doctor greets you both warmly, gesturing to sit as she reviews your notes. "Everything is progressing perfectly. Are you ready to find out what you're having?" At your eager nods, she squeezes gel over your stomach, moving the probe expertly. Zuko watches the screen intently, squeezing your hand as shapes come into focus. The doctor points. "Well congratulations... it looks like you're having a baby girl."

Zuko's breath hitches, eyes glistening with pride, love and wonder. Gazing down at you, he cradles your cheek tenderly. "A little princess... just like her mama," he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. Leaning down to kiss you deeply and sweetly.

Mako holds your hand gently yet tightly in his own as you both await the ultrasound results in the examination room. His mind still reels from the revelation a few months ago that not one but two little lives now grew within you. Twins. The doctor returns with a cheerful smile, settling in to study the sonogram monitor. "Alright Mom and Dad, let's see if we can get a glimpse of Baby A and Baby B..." Mako watches intently, fascinated by the shapes taking form on the screen. As the doctor points out key features, his smile only grows. Two heartbeats. Finally, the doctor pauses, smile broadening. "Well congratulations, it looks like you've got one of each! Your little boy and girl are healthy and developing perfectly on schedule."

Mako's breath catches in wonder, unable to look away from those tiny fluttering lives they created through their love. he meet your eyes, "A son and daughter, princess," he rumbles gratefully, pressing kiss to your forehead. "We did good, didn't we?" he winks.

Aang sat nervously beside you in the doctor's office, hand intertwined with yours. Finally the doctor called them back, smiling warmly. "Are you ready to find out what you're having?". you beamed up at Aang, unable to contain your joy. He nodded enthusiastically, returning your smile through eyes glistening with happy tears. This was really happening. The cool gel was spread as the ultrasound transducer swept smoothly over User's swollen belly. Your eyes were glued raptly to the screen, holding their breath. "Well congratulations, Mom and Dad - it looks like you're having a baby boy!" The doctor announced with a grin.

A sob burst from Aang. he pulled you into a fierce hug, covering your face in kisses, happy tears streaming down both your cheeks. A son. you were having a son. Gently placing a hand on your belly, Aang bent low to address your son. "I can't wait to meet you little man. Daddy loves you so much already."

Oh, Princess, I can't believe we're going to find out the gender of our baby today. I've been counting down the days for this moment. Bolin is practically bouncing with excitement as the two of you step into the doctor's office, holding hands tightly. As you both settle into the examination room, Bolin sits beside you, his leg bouncing up and down with nervous energy. The doctor begins the ultrasound, and Bolin's focus shifts to the screen, his breath catching in his throat. "Oh, Princess , I can't wait to see our little one," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. As the image starts to come into view, Bolin's eyes widen, his lips forming a smile. "Look, look! That's our baby, Princess. Our precious little miracle." As the doctor announces the gender, Bolin's face lights up with pure joy. he pauses for a moment, his excitement building, "it's a boy! We're having a little prince!"

Bolin can barely contain his excitement as he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace,"I love you, And I love our little prince. We're going to have the most amazing family. I can't wait to shower him with all the love and affection in the world."

#avatar atla #avatar the legend of korra #avatar the legend of aang #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #avatar #avatar zuko #sokka x reader #bolin x reader #mako x reader #avatar scenarios #ssokkasmoon #scenarios #zuko x reader

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adelheidvonschicksal · 3 years

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I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”

#megumi x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #megumi fluff #jjk megumi #look at me finally writing something sfw for him #i have like 5 wips that all revolve around this boy

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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don't let the good life pass you by.

armin takes care of you after you show up at his doorstep, distraught after an ordeal with your parents. 1,800 words.

this one will not have a female version. as a trans boy, i've discovered that writing female pronouns and words such as 'girl', as stupid as it is, makes me feel dysphoric. i often look over the different versions to make sure that i didn't miss anything, and right now, i cannot continue that practice, as my own writing makes it feel like i am being called a girl. i'm deeply sorry. for now, i will be writing in mainly just male readers.

sniffling, you knocked on the door. through the tears and rain, you couldn’t see much. in vain, you attempted to wipe your eyes with your drenched sleeves when you heard him call back a ‘coming!’ you didn’t bother to smile when the door opened. armin would see right past it either way, so it was no use torturing yourself more. you felt like a pathetic puppy, looking up at the blonde, standing in the pouring rain. his happy expression melted away the moment he saw you, replaced by deep worry. “[y/n].” he said, quietly, his brow gently furrowing. “come in, come in, i’ll get some towels.”

shawled and protected by a soft blanket and one of armin’s shirts, your clothes tossing in the dryer, you found yourself staring at the ground you were sitting on. armin sat beside you, unsure what you needed or why you were here, but offering his support just by being there. although you were deeply embarassed to be seen like this, you felt infinitely more safe. you lifted your head, finally able to look at armin. he offered a sweetly small smile, and though you didn’t return it, you didn’t have to. “thank you for… helping me, armin. i know i just showed up, but i couldn’t, uhm, get my phone.” your voice began to crack and your throat ached as more tears rose to your eyes. armin nodded, expressing understanding in empathy in such a small gesture. he hesitated before speaking. “is it okay if i hug you, [y/n]?” he asked, not wanting to make it worse for you. but when you nodded a yes, he wrapped his arms around you, in a soft embrace he hoped would help. “please don’t apologize to me, darling. i don’t know what happened, but i know you’re safe. i am happy to take care of you. honestly, i’m honored.” armin kept his voice low, and it embraced your ears slightly muffled by the blanket draped over your shoulders. weakly you returned his embrace, finding yourself smiling just a bit for the first time in what felt like eons. you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling safe with his touch. gently, his hand rested on the back of your head, petting your hair. it was a small gesture, but one you hadn’t felt for a while. once upon a time, when you were younger, armin used to patch you up when you got injured. he would hug you like this, even if you were still sniffling, and run his fingers over your hair to calm you down. he would talk to you, comfort you, until you stopped crying, and give you a bright smile. even then he could make your heart flutter. now, everything felt so different. but some things never change. this was one of them, and you were grateful. “you don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to. i completely understand. but know you can stay here as long as you need. as long as you want. i will always be here for you.” once again, tears rose to your eyes, and the world became so gently blurred. but it wasn’t sadness that these stemmed from. you felt lucky to have someone like him in your life. so, so lucky. forcing yourself through the cracks in your voice, you managed to respond. “thank you. thank you so, so much, armin.” with the palm of your hand you wiped away the tears cascading down your cheeks. it felt like all you could say, and yet it was all armin wanted to hear. with his free hand, he cupped your cheek, giving you a smile brighter than the last one he had worn. looking into his eyes, the embarassment you’d once felt now seemed so far away. looking down at you, he saw a diamond of a boy, and one he had the honor of taking care of in such a moment. in your gorgeous eyes he didn’t see the weakness you thought he would, but a strength he admired, and didn’t realize he also had. “i love you, [y/n]. you don’t need to thank me. i’ll always be here for you.” armin’s words made you realize how beautiful they could be, and how far from hollow and dark that love itself could feel. realizing it was the first time he had said it, he panicked a little. “i love you too, armin.” the ineffable relief he felt was incredible. “i’m still going to thank you,” you added, a little chuckle joining the hoarse words. you both shared a small laugh. he gently ran his thumb up down on your cheek, gazing at you for a moment more, drinking in your gorgeous features, wondering how he was lucky enough to hear those words back from you. armin pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to your forehead, earning a little smile and red-twinged cheeks in response. he chuckled quietly. “do you want something to eat? it isn’t too late, i could whip something up for us. if you just want to stay like this for a while, that’s alright, too.” “staying like this sounds nice,” you mumbled, nuzzling back into the crook of his neck.

morning had come when you opened your eyes. the living room was bathed in warm, bright sunlight. laying atop a carpet, you felt surprisingly little aching in your body. it was the first time in a long time that you had felt properly rested. blinking the sleepiness away from your eyes, your body still feeling groggy; you felt the strong arms wrapped around you from behind, snuggled into your neck, the blanket you had once been wearing covering both you and armin, all those feelings making the morning all more precious. the perfect vignette you were in felt like what love really was. you found yourself smiling a little. you placed your hand over one of his, patiently waiting for armin to wake up. you didn’t want to wake him up. let him sleep and wake on his own to the beautiful picture you were seeing. you almost drifted off yourself before you heard and felt him hum against you, feeling him awaken behind you. “morning, sleepyhead,” you giggled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. it felt strange to act and feel so positive after a night like that. but armin just had that effect on you, you supposed. armin pressed a still half-sleepy kiss to the base of your neck. “good morning, [y/n]. sorry i slept so late.” “don’t worry. it wasn’t really that hard to wait.” he chuckled at your words, carefully sitting up, not wanting to disturb you or move you too much. the loss of warmth was only slightly disheartening, for you knew it would be returning. armin yawned, looking around the sun-basked living room. it looked like how a nostalgic memory felt, and he hoped he would remember it for a while. his eyes were still half-lidded and sleepy, accompanied by a little smile that softened his expression. “how does breakfast sound, seashell?” your cheeks felt even hotter at the nickname. “i can- i can make it. it’s the least i can do to thank you.” you propped yourself up on your hands. armin shook his head, his blonde hair shining quietly under the light. “no. don’t worry about it. i’m perfectly fine with handling breakfast.” you sighed quietly, about to object further. he kissed your cheek, then your lips, smiling at you. the kiss was so sweet and chaste, it felt like something from an angel. “[y/n]. don’t worry. honestly, i would love to cook for you. this isn’t something you need to pay me back for.” armin reassured you, and you looked at him, smiling in defeat. “alright. i’m going to pay you back, though, even if i don’t need to.” you were firm in your stance, so armin didn’t argue, knowing nothing would come of it. he gave you another kiss, still grinning just a bit at the compromise. “how do pancakes sound?” your eyes widened slightly. only once he had mentioned something specific did you realize how hungry you were. “those sound great.” you and armin shared a little chuckle. he stood up, regaining his balance as he stood still for a moment, before heading to the kitchen. you watched him leave, finding yourself gazing at where he had once been spooning you. even though it had been on the ground, vaguely cushioned by a light carpet but warmed by each other and the soft fleece blanket, it had felt like heaven. when you woke up to it, and when you fell asleep to it. as the smell of pancakes filled the air, you rose from your spot on the carpet, regaining your balance before walking over to the kitchen. armin hummed quietly, stacking the first few pancakes on a plate. “those smell really nice, ‘min,” you complimented. the last of the sleepiness left your voice with those few words. armin chuckled, looking over his shoulder at you. “thank you, seashell.” the pure love and tenderness which filled those words made you feel so deeply loved, and also so deeply unworthy. but he looked you in the eyes with such raw admiration that those negative thoughts vanished like shadow in light.

his eyes widened and his cheeks reddened as he looked at you. he paused what he was doing, before quickly taking the third pancake off the heat and placed it, steaming and golden-brown, atop the small stack. armin cleared his throat lightly, staring at the shirt adorning you. “i forgot that i gave you my shirt,” he said. “oh. i can- i can take it off, my clothes oughta be dry by now.” you were about to take a step. “no! no no no, you don't have to. i didn't mean it as a bad thing, not at all.” armin set the spatula down, taking your delicate hands in his. up close, you could really see the blush on his cheeks. “y-you look really good in my clothes, honestly. i mean, you always look really cute.” he seemed to just fluster himself more as he went on, so quickly stopped himself. now you felt yourself blush, glancing away, smiling bashfully at the compliment. “thank you, love.” “don’t thank me for the truth,” armin hesitated, “pretty boy.” he had been nervous to say it, but seeing your reaction, it was too adorable. you buried your head in his chest. you couldn’t see armin’s proud grin before he hugged you. “i think i know how you can pay me back now.” his voice still wavered slightly with the nervousness that remained. you nodded, looking up at him. “wear my clothes more often, pretty boy?”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Bucky Making You Squirt For The First Time Whilst In Wakanda...

Warnings | smut, squirting, fingering, mentions of disability, angst, mentions of death and murder, swearing, insecure Bucky, overstimulation

Requested ✖️

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There were many things that Bucky had to get to doing one handed. At first, it had taken some getting used to, he no longer had a silver grip to follow out orders with, or aid his other hand with, now that the prosthetic had been removed. Wakanda had wiped away any evidence from whom he had once been, except his mind, that was still a work in progress.

But with time, he had adapted to the disability within the calm nature that surrounded him. For the first time in his life, he felt safe, he had his own home, to which he shared with you, an avenger and an old friend of T’Challa’s. It was a simple hut, but it was something that brought him comfort, never needing to pretend to be someone else behind the walls, having an enclosure of reassurance, even if the structure had no door.

For the moment, he was alone, you had gone to the new king’s coronation, despite not being of birthright to the country. The people here accepted you, and from more than just your amorous connection to him, they had slowly but surely became well adversed with his presence, sending him meaningful, reassuring smiles, and allowing their kids to run around the perimeter of his plot.

With bright eyes, he had watched as you allowed the children to assort their paints, and stroke the colours of red, black and yellow as stripes upon your skin, accumulating you to their culture. Bucky had made no attempts to move closer, he was content with watching you run around with the children, laughing at their jokes, and telling them stories of your adventures out in the world.

They saw you as one of their heroes, that had partaken in training as a youngster by their best and now aged commanders. This was your home, and that in turn, made you insist that it was his also. Though, he knew that something would eventually ruin this little life that the two of you had began together in the midst of hiding, and that had kept him awake after you had left.

He had tried to lay upon the furs that were rolled around to make a floor bed, listening to the sounds of communicating birds, and playing ancestors of the great commanders, but he did not fathom to manage to rock himself into a slumber. And his eyes were still peeled as you returned, the sky having grown significantly darker, after the celebrations that you and Shuri had planned for her brother.

Your hand reached towards an encrusted leaf of water that acted as a bowl, dampening a rag as you began to swipe at the skin of your face. Out from the corner of the one room, Bucky walked over, taking the dampened material out of your hand, with his one, and helped you in cleansing your skin of the natural pigments that had been assorted into bright colours.

“Did you have fun?” He asked tenderly, as he washed the tribal cosmetics from your skin, feeling his heart swoon as you presented a great smile, filled with teeth, and softly nodded at his words.

“Yes, though, I cannot help but feel the void of T’Chaka. He’d ruled this place for so long, keeping it concealed from greedy eyes, and I have a nervous feeling for what lays ahead for T’Challa. He insists that I don’t have to get involved in the political sides of this place any longer, I am not needed to continue to be a protecter, but it was my purpose. I have no other path in my mindset of what I should do instead.”

After speaking, you breathed, leaning into Bucky’s gentle hand, lulling in the sentimental feeling of him looking after you. “You may be a warrior, but you are also my partner. Just lay with me a little longer before you go out and search for another fight, will you?” He put the wipe down, grasping your face in his palm, humming contentedly as you pressed kisses upon his rough and scarred skin.

“I think I could just go that.” You replied, weaving your hands through his locks, and undoing the knot of the small intricate bun that rested upon the various layers of his hair. A smile tugged at his beard, as he leant slowly down, encasing his prickly bordered mouth upon your own, as you reciprocated the action.

“Get on the bed doll.” He sweetly spoke, his lips brushing against yours, following after you as did as he said, going to roll on top of him, as was usually the position, considering his impediment, but Bucky shook his head, causing a furrow to sew itself between your brows. “Stay there.”

Trusting him, you nodded, allowing him to tug at your purple robe, to which you traditionally wore nothing beneath. His azure gaze locked onto your watching eyes, as he contently kissed down your torso, passing your navel, his lips over the curve of your mound.

Bucky had ate you ate countless times, but never in this position. Usually, you would clamber your weight atop of him, descending your pussy onto his mouth, as the both of you had thought that would be the easier solution to doing things. But he showed no struggle as his lips slipped down lower, his tongue teasing your clit, as he rested his chest upon the hay adorned ground.

He raised his hand, moving the flesh of his fingers between your folds, tugging at the lips, to open you up for his adventurous tongue to explore. His eyelashes fluttered, breaking his locked gaze of you, as he lulled in your taste, his administrations pulling moans out from your chests, as you tried to keep quiet, for there were sure to be children sleeping in the neighbouring huts.

“Bucky.” Once more, your hands cascaded through his long brown locks, tugging at the root, prompting a groan to rattle through the man that was going down on you. You swivelled your hips a little, helping him hit a deeper angle with that tongue of his, yelping lightly as he added a finger, and then another, stretching you open. “I’m going to cum James.”

He paid no mind to your words, continuing his enjoyable work, as he made you spill your loving essence over his tongue, lapping it up, before returning to your clit, sucking the bud behind his teeth, swirling his saliva around the pink accessory, whilst adding another two fingers, making you be filled with four.

The stretch was delicious. After the gruelling, not to mention worrisome day, that you had experiences, unwinding in such a simplistic, and euphoric way was definitely welcomed. Bucky always had the means to make you feel good, but the majority of the time, you would insist to go down on him instead, finding it fulfilling to apt your partner with such pleasure.

But here he was, returning all those favours, with his mouth and tongue, stimulating you closer to another orgasm, and having you on the verge of screaming, though, you had to bite your hand to contain such a sound. Otherwise, it’d ring out across the land, and the last thing you wanted was the Dora Milaje bursting in, thinking that someone was getting murdered.

The only thing being viscously attacked was your pussy, but you weren’t complaining as you whined wantonly, feeling yourself spill out with your juices again, screwing your eyes shut as he rubbed the bristles on his face against your clit, prodding your entrance with his tongue as he removed his fingers, his eyes beaming wide as you brought them up to your mouth, sucking on each one, moving them down to the back of your throat.

Bucky swore he’d bust right then. He shuffled away, discarding of the red material that he was often clothed in, revealing his hard cock, as he came to rest over you, after removing his digits from your hungry mouth. “Buck, don’t you want me to go on top?” Your chest raised as you asked the question, but he shook his head, only just managing to balance himself over you, as you tugged at his cock a couple of times, before swiping his head through the river of your slit.

The sensation caused your lover’s legs to buckle beneath him, as he struggled to uphold his weight, his head falling against the column of your neck as tears pricked at his eyes. Without any trouble, you rolled him over, climbing to be straddled upon his face, as you cupped the corners of his rugged face. You could still feel the soreness between your legs from his beard, and you loved the feeling. But the regard of pleasure could be paused for a moment, as you saw his blue eyes swimming with waves of emotion.

“Hey it’s okay baby.” You ushered him, feeling him trail his hand across your spine, pulling you closer. His puffy cheeks had turned red as he looked at you, almost as though he were embarrassed from his prone accident. “Why’d you try to be on top, I thought we spoke about that?”

“I just wanted to make you feel good.” He gulped, watching as your face dropped into a swarm of sadness and guilt. “I’m useless here, and it seems like the only thing I’m good at it brining you pleasure. But clearly I’m not that good at it if I can’t even put my own dick in you.”

“Don’t James, baby. You are not useless, you are free. The people here are helping you, and then, you’ll be able to do whatever you want with the road that will lay before you. It’s about patience my love.” You grasped the sides of his face so that he was forced to look directly at you. The trailing of his eyes, curving down your exposed chest and stomach did not go unnoticed, though you continued speaking to him. “And do not ever question how good you make me feel, even out of intercourse, you make me feel like the most important woman in the galaxy. It’s okay to need help sometimes, and that’s why I’m here with you James.”

Putting pressure upon your back, he tugged you down, colliding his lips against yours, the taste of yourself that was lingering on his tongue making you moan into his mouth. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, scouring out every angle behind his white teeth, as you once again took ahold of his shaft, tapping the reddened tip against your clit.

The feeling made you wince, already feeling over stimulated, though you could not deny that you wanted to feel all of him, so you shuffled back, raising your hips over his own, as you placed him at your entrance, and began to sink down on his hard cock.

“Fuck doll.” He gritted his teeth together, leaning back as he watched your face pleasurable grimace at the various sensations that were burning up your body. But nevertheless, you began to ride him, planting your hands on his shoulders as you swayed your hips against his. Bucky raised his hand, cupping your breast with it, and pinching your nipple, watching as your threw your head back, a single tear slipping out of the corner of your eye.

That pout that had encased itself on your mouth, as you bounced atop of him, made him lick his lips. Various sounds escaped your lips as you crashed your sore pussy down on his straining cock, wanting nothing more than to cum again.

You leant back, a light laugh escaping your throat as you braced one of your hands upon his tensing thigh, the other creeping down to rub your clit. Bucky felt his whole spark, as he refused to close his eyes so that he could watch you be illuminated by the oncoming orgasm that would soon be tearing through you, and the moonlight that seeped through the opening of the hut.

The man ran his large hand down your body, replacing your hand with his own, fiddling with your engorged clit as you squeaked out indicating sounds of pleasure, as he traced it with the tip of his nail. “Cum doll.” He spoke, his voice strained, as his hips thrusted up on their own accord.

A frown settled on your face as you grabbed at your tits, your breathing escalating to the point where your skin had grown tingly. And before you knew what had hit you, you came once more, but this time it was different. You had squirted, soaking Bucky’s thighs, splattering your clear juices through his pubic hairs, the liquid reaching the bottom of his belly.

“Oh my fucking god.” You stopped for a moment, as your head felt all hazy, leaning it back, for a minute, until you began rotating your hips again, your pussy constantly clenching around his shaft. He felt close, more so as you reached behind you with a free hand, and began tugging gently at the seam of his balls. “Fill me up baby, cum in- fuck!”

Another wave had hit you, it not taking long to reach after your previous three orgasms. It left Bucky no choice, his body followed its own whim as his balls fluttered, his head spluttering his cum inside your walls, leaving you lightheaded, and all over the place. A hum fell from your lips as you moved so that his softening and cum covered cock would fall out of you, laying on his chest, as you felt your pussy trying to keep all of his seed within you, though it failed to do so, as it ran down the inside of your leg, and trailed down Bucky’s own.

“So good.” You smiled, half drunk off of how many times you had cum. Bucky smiled, running his hand up your leg, to soothe and calm your muscles, before cupping your face, bringing it closer so that he could give you a tender peck upon the forehead.

“Go to sleep doll, I love you.” He brushed his dirtied fingers through your hair, smiling as he softly heard you mumble a reciprocating response, your head falling in the dip of his chest, you falling asleep, giving him one last piece of mind until the morning.

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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A Lion’s Feast

Pairing: tywin lannister x younger!wife!reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could you write a modern au for tywin lannister x younger wife reader. Maybe they have a Lannister family dinner and its all just chaotic.’

Notes: I didn’t end up doing this as a modern AU, because I found it easier to work with everything in like... Westerosi time frame, but I hope this is okay.

Warnings: older man/younger woman, political/arranged marriage, Joffrey, use of words like slut/whore etc (cheers, Cers), reference to Jaime and Cersei’s incest, awkward family dinner

Gif creds to owner

“We will be dining in the Queen’s chambers tonight,”

You tensed up, staring straight ahead as you walked through the gardens of the Red Keep with your lord husband. “Am I… in trouble?” You asked softly. You were new to King’s Landing, shipped over from the Vale to marry the Lord of Casterly Rock, and you weren’t quite used to the way King Joffrey’s court worked.

“No. I’ve arranged for us to dine together as a family. You have not properly met my children and grandchildren. You are a Lannister by marriage, you are their mother-in-law, whether they like it or not, and it’s high time we acted like it,” his voice had a bitter edge to it; it hadn’t taken long for Queen Cersei to make her distaste clear. While no one in court would dare insult Tywin Lannister, the girl from the Vale was an easy target for gossip. You had been called every name under the sun, but the Queen’s favourite jibe was ‘whore’.

“Alright,” you murmured, lowering your eyes. You knew there would be no point in arguing. You had quickly learnt that when your husband put his mind to something, there was no turning back. As a few men of the court crossed your path, you felt Tywin’s hand come to rest on the small of your back, and it did not move until you were in the tower of the Hand. You smiled softly as you caught sight of the steaming tub of hot water, scented with sweet oils as you entered your bedroom. “You’ve had this all planned out, haven’t you, my Lord?” You asked, a small smirk gracing your lips. “You should’ve just told my handmaidens to do it in my chambers, to save the walk up all of those stairs,”

Tywin smiled ever-so-slightly. “You’re hardly ever in your own chambers downstairs, wife,” he reminded you.

“Only because you’re the only person I really know in this godforsaken keep, and even then I don’t know you that well. Besides, if I stayed in my own chambers, I’d get lost and end up in the maze of dragon skulls below the keep,”

Tywin smirked, giving you a little push by the small of your back. “Bathe. Wear red, and preferably rubies and gold,” he said sternly. You sighed, knowing Tywin wanted you to dress the part, to look like the Lady of Casterly Rock. You bathed and dried, perfuming your skin and hair before pulling on your smallclothes, calling in your handmaiden to tighten your bodice, then help lace up your dress. It was a deep red, with golden embroidery on the bodice and cuffs that glimmered when you moved, just covering your shoulders and showing the swell of your breasts, and you fastened a pendant around your neck- a golden lion with tiny rubies for its eyes, tongue and claws. You braided back the front of your hair, but let the rest fall down over your shoulders.

You emerged from the room into Tywin’s main office, your hands folded in front of you. He surveyed you briefly before nodding, offering his arm.

You sat in silence as you ate, eyes fixed on your plate. Tywin was sat to your left, Jaime to your right. Cersei and Joffrey occupied the heads of the table, and Tyrion sat across from you, in between Myrcella and Tommen.

“More wine, my Lady?” Tyrion said out of the blue, holding up the jug. He gave you a slight smile, knowing how you must feel to be the outcast, like a stranger with the people you were meant to call family.

“I... yes, please. Thank you, my Lord,” you said.

Tyrion smiled as he poured, before filling his own glass. “Just Tyrion will suffice. Let us leave formality at the door,” you smiled slightly and nodded.

“I agree,” said Jaime, earning himself a sharp look from Cersei, who was used to her twin almost always siding with her. “Wasn’t the whole point of this evening to introduce you to us? As a family,” Cersei scoffed into her goblet. “We won’t get very far with ‘my lords’ and ‘my ladies’, will we?”

Tywin nodded his approval at his sons’ attitude and you smiled, beginning to relax a little, though the presence of Cersei and Joffrey kept you on edge. “Tell me, Lady YN, how is the Vale at this time? Have the northerners got their grubby claws on it yet?” Joffrey suddenly asked.

You froze slightly. You were here to talk, yes, but not talk politics. “The Vale... your grace, is not quite like the Reach, or the Riverlands, or even like Winterfell or Casterly Rock,” you said carefully, fully aware of all of the eyes on you. You looked at Tywin, and when he gave you an approving nod, you turned back to the king and continued. “The majority of the Vale is mountain, with the valley you desire buried between them. Even Robb Stark’s best men couldn’t seize it. No one could. To take the Vale, one must take the Eyrie. To take the Eyrie... well... you just couldn’t,” you were happy sharing this fact, as it was known across Westeros that the Eyrie was impenetrable.

“There are other ways to the Eyrie, though. Marriage,” Cersei said. It was the first time she had spoken, and she had a conniving gleam in her eye.

“There is only one heir to the Vale. Jon Arryn was murd-died before he could have any more children. Only little Robert Arryn is the Lord of the Vale, and he’s just past his sixth name day I believe. Besides, his mother is... very protective of her boy. As I’m sure you can understand, your grace, as a mother yourself,” you said cooly. You didn’t know what possessed you to speak that way to the Queen, but something about speaking of your home, your true home filled you with confidence.

“Indeed. There is nothing quite like a mother’s love,” she responded, fixing you with a cold stare.

“I’m unfamiliar, having lost my mother when I was seven,” you said.

“Does the Eyrie really have a trap door that leads nowhere?” Tommen Baratheon suddenly asked, breaking the silence between you and his mother.

You smiled softly at the little boy. How could someone so innocent come from the loins of a beast like Cersei. You supposed some of the good nature came from his father- his true father, that is, Jaime Lannister. “Yes,” you said. “They call it the Moon Door. It’s a big trap door that opens into the sky. If the Lord of the Vale commands, prisoners can be thrown from it,” you stopped, realising quickly how gruesome that must sound to a little boy.

Tommen simply shrugged. “I suppose that must be less messy,” he said, returning his focus to his food. Soon Tommen and Myrcella were bundled off to bed, and Myrcella told you rather sweetly that she liked the way you did your hair.

Once the children were gone, it left only you and Tywin, his three children and the King. Tywin suggested you move away from the dining table to sit and drink wine. Joffrey excused himself, utterly disinterested with continuing on with the evening. You felt a little lighter after he left, although you could feel Cersei staring daggers at you.

“It must feel strange,” Jaime said. “Coming down here from the Vale. I imagine it’s all rather confusing, and daunting,”

“You can say that again,” you said. “I thought I’d just get bundled off to Casterly Rock, never seen or spoken to,”

Tywin laughed slightly. “Come now, wife, we do have some level of decency in this family,” he said. You smiled shyly, looking at your lap. He was often a little more... relaxed after a few glasses of wine.

“Ha!” Cersei said, having also drunk a fair bit. She had been holding her tongue all night, and it seemed now it had loosened. “Once he puts an heir in your belly, you’ll be shipped off to Casterly Rock. And if it’s a girl, you’ll be spared a visit or two, until you give us a son. That’s all you’re here for, that’s all you’re good for,”

You sat up a little straighter, responding before Tywin could. “I am aware of the general concept of political marriages. Your father gets a wife and an heir, my family gets money, or protection or something of the sort. The Seven know, you Lannisters have gold pouring out of your ears,”

“I believe the phrase is that we ‘shit gold,’” Tyrion supplied with a smirk, making you chuckle.

“You think this is a game,” Cersei hissed. “I’ve seen you, prancing around court, dressed in red and gold, following father around like a lost dog! Fluttering about like a common slut,”

“Cersei-” Jaime said lowly.

“No! No! Can’t you see, she has her claws in father the same way Margaery has her claws in Joffrey! And you want me to accept that whore as my mother,”

It was silent. Cersei panted, now standing up. Jaime and Tyrion looked between her and Tywin. Tywin remained stoic, although his eyes revealed the way he seethed. But it was you who spoke first.

“I don’t expect you to accept me as your mother. I am not your mother. Nor will I ever try to be, or call myself that,” you said quietly, contrasting the Queen’s outburst. “I will, however, do my best to serve my husband, to provide him with the heir that is expected of me, the same way you provided King Robert with his heirs,”

Cersei snorted. “I’m sure you do a fine job of serving, you brazen little who-”

“Enough, Cersei!” Tywin finally said, standing up. “Whether you like it or not, I have married YN. She will give me an heir, or two, or more. And she will remain the lady of Casterly rock, no matter how much you protest,”

“She’s not fit to be lady of Casterly rock. She can barely curtsey,” she spat. ��You have heirs, father,” she said, almost pleasing. “What need have you for a little whore,”

“I have a son who swore an oath, another who has more interest in wine and whoring, and a daughter who is not nearly as clever and tactical as she thinks she is. Casterly rock will not be left to either of you when I’m gone. It will be left to mine and YN’s son,”

“It could be! It could be left to one of my children,” Cersei hissed.

“One of your children? I wouldn’t put a bastard on the seat of Casterly Rock,” Tywin said cooly. Cersei opened her mouth to argue but Tywin held up his hand. “Give it up, Cersei. You told me yourself, my legacy is a lie. You have had your chance to build the Lannister name. Now it is time for YN and I to rebuild what you have trampled into the ground with your lies and your... acts,” he said with disgust. “And if I so much as hear the words whore or slut to describe my wife, I will resign as hand, withdraw my knights and my gold, as well as that of the Vale and leave you to pick up the pieces of this kingdom that I have been holding together. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from the Tyrells. Come YN,” he said, turning away from his daughter and resting his hand on your waist, guiding you out of the Queens chambers and back to the tower of the hand, not giving you a chance to curtsey to the Queen.

As the door slammed shut, Tyrion drained the rest of his wine and clapped his hands as he stood. “Well. That went well,”

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