#y/n certainly has their hands full for sure lol

[bloo-the-dragon]

You can’t tell Moon to keep away from something and expect him to listen

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf y/n #fnaf fanart #Solar Bugs and Lunar Slugs #Bloo's Art #questions and answers #anon #y/n was sound asleep but were awake and booking it to the kitchen #the moment they started hearing sounds of things being moved around gfdg #they already have trouble sleeping and these two don't help with their shenanagins lol #managing a garden and wrangling two wild fae bug creatures by themselves #y/n certainly has their hands full for sure lol

[noroi1000]

Can I request a part 2 of the evil queen ff ( gojo x reader ) where a woman wants to take the place of queen y/n ( not obviously knowing how powerful y/n is ) possibly by trying to show she’s much better than queen y/n when she can’t even be compared to her and tries seducing gojo ( which doesn’t work ) and become a mistress/concubine of his and then become the queen lol even having the audacity to think so bcs now both y/n n gojo have twin sons ( each of them look like their parents exactly but are momma’s boys lol ). I hope u understood what i’m trying to say haha

Have a nice day 🌸

Evil Queen 2

Warnings: NSFW King Gojo x Queen reader

"My lady, do you really think this is a good idea? I heard that queen (y/n)–"

"I don't need your advice. I don't care who this (y/n) is. Don't you think I'd make a better queen?" she asked with a smile as her maid dyed her lips a juicy pink.

She was a guest there.

In your castle.

As the daughter of one of the most powerful rulers, she was their guest of honor. They could not give her any other accommodation than royal.

Only that was possible.

She and her father were on a diplomatic trip to a farther kingdom to realize her royal engagement.

But she had other motives and plans.

She didn't want to go on to marry some ordinary prince.

She wanted a king who was powerful and handsome. Rich and young.

A twenty-eight-year-old king with a wife and two children?

He's an easy bite for her.

Especially since he was into her taste.

Tall and handsome.

She was mainly concerned with his status, since she would be the mate of the king of such a powerful and wealthy kingdom.

That was all it was about.

She did not want to be a princess of the state.

She wanted to be queen.

If she became Gojo Satoru's concubine, maybe at some point she would be so appreciated that the king would divorce his wife so that she would sit on the throne with him. To dethrone his wife, any was his concubine and bore him children if they wanted.

She doesn't want a baby. She wants to rule.

And he already has an heir. That's why they don't need to have a baby.

But if he wanted to... Let him do what he wants.

According to her, men want only one thing.

All she has to do is undress in front of him and show what she wants. And he is hers.

Men only think about sex.

And when they see a naked woman ready to give herself to them, they lose their minds about it.

"My lady, you would certainly make a suitable queen, but—"

"Suitable? I'd be the perfect queen!" She snarled. "Do my lips look luscious and full enough yet? Is that enough to make him unable to look away?"

"My lady, you certainly look beautiful. But what are you planning?" asked the maid as the woman stood up.

"What am I planning? Of course I want to be married to King Satoru!"

"But his wife-"

"I can dethrone his wife." she laughed. "A king can do anything. And I'm sure he didn't have much fun with her since they have two children."

"D-Dethrone?"

"Yes. I will be his concubine. He will love my body and me. So he'll prefer someone who hasn't been pregnant. I have the body of a teenage girl, don't you think?"

"I'm not sure the King would prefer the body of a teenage girl to his wife..." whispered the maid.

"What were you saying?"

"N-Nothing." She replied quickly.

"So I will be his concubine. And in time he will marry me, throwing his wife lower because he will love me. And a woman like her can't do anything to me! A mother with two children? haha! Would I be scared?!"

She suddenly left her chamber and saw in the corridor two white-haired boys walking towards the throne room with their uncle.

If not for the king, she would surely go to his right hand and best friend.

But she wanted to rule the kingdom as queen.

"Good morning, princes." She said smiling at the children.

They looked at her with their blue eyes and kept walking, holding the hands of their black-haired uncle who completely ignored her.

He really didn't like spoiled princesses like her.

She followed them a few meters to the throne room.

Where she saw her king she wanted to get.

And also you next to him when you stood with him at the window.

The children started running towards you and you smiled.

They were four years old and similar to Satoru. In appearance, and sometimes in character. However, there was one thing about them, except that they weren't quite like their father.

As your husband got down on one knee to catch his sons in his arms, they ran past, leaving his smile frozen.

He was hurt but still happy.

His kids just missed him...

Your sons ran to you, clinging to your legs.

Your sons are mommy's boys.

This was their characteristic.

So is your husband, who is also mommy's boy. But you're like his mommy.

Even though they love you both as parents.

Your husband turned to you with a small smile.

And your children suddenly attacked him, clinging to his chest.

"Your Majesty."

Someone interrupted his moment...

Who dared?!

He turned his head, looking at the woman in the dress behind him. Cursing slightly in front of him.

"what?" he asked, standing up but keeping his hands on his sons' heads.

He didn't care what she thought of him.

"Your Majesty... May I ask you in private? I'd like to talk to you about something." She said with a pleasant smile.

Even though there were dark intentions behind that smile.

"If you have an issue, speak now. I don't have time."

"My Father told me to talk to you about this in private. No unnecessary people." She looked at you condescendingly.

You hated people like that.

They say that damn princess doesn't know anything about you.

Satoru looked at you questioningly, waiting for you to help him. You nodded, signaling him to do so.

Besides, it can't last long.

But you get the feeling you know what she's talking about.

Judging from her dress and the lack of some items that she always wore and were necessary to look presentable.

You saw your husband disappear behind the wall, and you took care of your sons.

Oh, if what you think really happens, you're going to have to do something about Satoru.

Even if it wasn't his fault, he could get a little punishment.

Or a reward if he's a good boy.

"What do you want?" he asked sharply as he stood outside her chamber door as she closed the door.

"My king, you don't have to be so cold. We both know that I always want the best for you." She giggled.

"I'm in a hurry, so hurry up." He growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh yes. Of course, your majesty." She suddenly walked over to him and her hands shot up to his chest. Her body began to push against him until she reached up with one hand to untie the string at the back of her dress. "We two know what we need, don't we?"

His eyes looked at her with disgust.

"Need a second partner? A partner who will take care of your needs while she takes care of the children? I can become it, my king. I can be everything to you. Give you everything you ever dreamed of. I'll be better than your wife."

"Hold on." He growled, pushing her away.

She held her dress across her chest so she wouldn't stand naked in front of him.

Not yet.

She went a little too far.

Sure, she might have been trying to seduce him. Because that wouldn't work anyway.

Nice try, but he's married. He will not be so easily corruptible.

Bribes from a woman's body don't work on him.

Unless it was you.

Then if he had to choose between something and you, he chooses you.

And his mind, instead of thinking about having a woman capable of undressing for him now, was thinking about whether you'd be able to punish him if you found out.

Now if you could see this eager bitch wanting to get his cock as a bribe, you'd laugh.

This princess didn't know what you were capable of.

You were able to protect your family, especially children, from destruction.

That's why if you saw it, she'd be dead by now.

He didn't need someone important to die. That's why he wanted it to end quickly.

Because he can't promise that nothing will happen.

He did not want to wage war on their country for the fact that the princess died. Even though this war would be another win for him...

He had no desire. He preferred to take care of his beloved sons instead of playing wars.

"My king?" She groaned.

"Your tricks don't work on me." He said and walked past her. Completely ignoring the fact that she's standing there. "Give it a rest. I've seen many times where a woman wanted to seduce a rich man to win favor. This primitive method doesn't work for me."

Because he only became primitive around your body.

Only you could drive him to something that would make him lose himself in pleasure.

"If you want to live, don't do it again."

And suddenly he left her bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Remind you when my ribbon was tied around your dick? Do you miss it?"

"Do you have that ribbon?"

"you ruined it. I had to throw it away." You laughed, sitting on his stomach as he lay on his back on the bed.

"You want to punish me like a bad boy?" He gave you a playful smile.

"Our kids told me you were coming out of her bedroom." You gave him a winning smile.

You know nothing happened. Because your children would react differently.

"My little ones are smart~" he hummed.

"I know you remember exactly the day we fathered them." You put your finger on his lips to keep him from saying anything. "The way you moaned against me and your eyes begged for touch. Should I do the same now? To make sure you only beg for me?"

He purred as his hand rubbed your thigh.

"Do you want me to make you beg? Maybe then you can explain what happened there." You laughed.

There was excitement in him.

"I know you know exactly that she knows that she could never beat me. It doesn't matter what. In everything, I win with her, right."

"You're so much better than her." He groaned, wanting to grab your finger between his pink lips.

"I win with her even more when it comes to pleasing my husband. I wouldn't let some whore fuck my husband. You will not hurt me. And you will not hurt our children."

He smiled because he knew you weren't being completely serious.

Your voice was also playful.

"Only my wife can fully satisfy me." He hummed, encouraging you to expand on this conversation of yours.

You didn't just have to talk.

You could have shown him that you were his only woman.

His ideal.

Everything for him. Everything he has.

"The only woman I'll touch is you... Aah..." he moaned as you moved your hips in a fluid motion. So smooth. Bouncing on his cock in a pleasant rhythm.

His wrists bound as he placed the fingers of both hands on your thigh, feeling your walls tighten around him.

Only you could see him like this.

Make him a moaning mess when you kiss and touch him. And your intimate places are connected.

"Fuck... I love you so much..."

"I told you not to curse. If the kids can hear." You said with a small smile, wiping sweat from your forehead as you traced your finger across his jaw.

"There are no children here. So please, I want to say anything and do anything with my damn sexy wife..."

"Won't wrists be enough for you?" you laughed, circling his hips.

"I only touch my wife. And that's all I want. Let me fuck you..."

"You're impatient. You could always ask nicely. Come on honey. I know you can show that you only want me~"

"Please..." He groaned as he felt you tighten around him. Tight.

"Toru~ I don't know what you're asking for..."

"I want to fuck you." He said louder. His cheeks flushed pink.

"Then fuck me." You kissed his lips, feeling him smile into the kiss.

He moved his bound hands over your head, allowing you to put your arms between his hands. And then he held you as you lay on his stomach, kissing him passionately as your thrusts met.

His hands around your waist pressed you against him as his hips pushed up to seek more of your warmth, even as he entered you to the hilt, demolishing your insides.

His breath quivered, and so did yours as he dug in hard and held on, snuggling against your neck.

You stroked his hair.

Long teasing foreplay always made him come a little faster than usual. But it still allowed you to have a satisfying orgasm sooner.

His hips jumped as you leaned against him, pulling him in tight.

Your walls sucked him in, not wanting to let out a millimeter of his penis.

His mouth was open as you put your head next to his, and you whispered very softly into his ear with your warm breath.

"Cum." You said and felt his body tense as he let out a guttural groan, biting your arm to make a mark.

His warm fluids began to fill you.

And his moans filled your ears.

"Fuck, I love you so much..." He groaned.

Only you.

Always only you. No one else.

Only his beloved queen could be so close to him

#gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo #jjk x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Oiled Paintings

> melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

> requested? nope.

> content/warnings: mentions of arson, R is a closeted french

> a/n: this idea just came to me in the shower 🤷🏻‍♀️ let me know if anyone wants another part lol, and please tell me if the french here is okay enough 😭

“Alright, alright! Hush now!”

Teaching 8th graders the sense of art can either be a joy or a pain in someone’s ass—your ass, to be precise. Fortunately for you, it was both. There were days when the transitioning children were calm, and there were days when they reverted back to their kindergarten selves.

“All of you are required to bring aprons for our next meeting,” you told them as you wrote down a list of things they should bring. “You can also bring spare shirts, preferably dark ones, to top off your uniforms.” You reminded them gently as you watched most of the students write down what you listed on the board.

As you were watching them, a hand shot up from the side. “Miss, what are we doing at our next meeting?” Iya, a bright student who always helped you discipline her classmates, asked.

Giving Iya a smile, you crossed your arms and leaned back. “Remember our last lesson about paintings?” Your students nodded their heads. “Well, we’re going to do oil painting at our next meeting.” You topped off the list with a title that said OIL PAINTING.

A series of wohoo’s and yey’s were met with your announcement. Since you started teaching them how to properly mix paint, they’ve been waiting for an activity that consisted of paint, being dirty, and, of course, being free to paint whatever they wanted to. Raising your hands, you motioned for them to quiet down. “Alright, quiet down. I know everyone is excited—especially you, Jake. But before you leave, I just want everyone to know that I will need you to write what topic you are going to paint, just so we can have it as clean as possible. Just leave it with your last teacher for today.”

Right as you wrapped up your announcement, the bell rang, and the students began to stand and pile up outside the door for lunch. “Good job today, guys! Let’s go.” You gave them their signal to go.

As the last student went down the stairs, you went inside your classroom and prepared your laptop bag to go towards the teacher’s lounge on your floor. Yet, when you entered the lounge, you were met with a balloon on your face.

What in the hell is happening?

You swatted the balloon away and observed the room; it was full of decoration, and Mrs. Microft’s name was printed on a tarp just above the windows. As you read the small words below Mrs. Microft’s name, the information hit you. The elderly math teacher, who somehow harbored a disdain for you, was retiring. You scratched your nape and decided that the woman deserved to be wished off with peace, which included you not showing your face to her and watching it scrunch up with a frown.

Where am I going to take my lunch?

You thought as you travelled down the building with a frown. Not really paying attention, you bumped into Jacob, another 8th grade teacher, who somehow has not even shown his face in the 2nd floor lounge since he began teaching at Abbott. You weren’t even sure he knew your name.

"Hey, Y/N!” Well, he certainly did know your name. “Where are you going?”

Giving Jacob a nervous smile, you held up your lunch bag. “A place for lunch.” This had Jacob raising his eyebrows in curiosity. So, you decided to ease his mind and answered the unasked question. “The 2nd floor teachers are having a farewell party for Mrs. Microft, and since the woman clearly hates me—” You and Jacob walked down the stairs towards the 1st floor lounge. “I decided that stressing her with my face was too much, even for Satan’s cousin.”

Jacob nodded his head as you told him what happened; he didn’t even know that he was leading you to the 1st floor lounge. When you stopped talking, both of you were faced with the lounge’s door. “Well, we’re already at the front of the 1st floor lounge; you can take your lunch here. Although I would warn you—” He opened the door and motioned for you to step closer. “Mr. Morton takes his lunch here, so if he bothers you, just turn your head in another direction.”

Stepping inside, you nodded your head at Jacob. You weren’t really sure as to why he would warn you about Mr. Morton, because the science teacher is a softie towards certain people, and that includes you. "Sure, Mr. Hill, thank you for the heads-up.” The first person you saw inside was, of course, Mr. Morton, who stood up and walked towards you.

Crossing his arms, Mr. Morton raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, well. Look at who the bird brought in.” A minute went by, and Jacob had his breath on hold as he watched Mr. Morton eye you up and down. Yet, as you reciprocated the action towards Mr. Morton, the science teacher gave you a smile and a pat on the shoulder, then went back towards his seat.

Jacob released his breath and huffed before taking your shoulders and guiding you towards his, Janine's, and Gregory’s table. “I knew this seat was going to be taken soon!” He motioned for you to sit down in between him and Janine.

The moment you sat down, Janine was all over you like ants on sugar. “Hi! I’m Janine, Miss Teauges, but you already know that—I'm one of the second grade teachers.” To be honest, you didn’t even know her name, so you were grateful that she said it. “This is Gregory, the first grade teacher. He was a sub before being permanent; apparently, he just waited for the students to warm up to him before telling Ava he wanted to apply for the position permanently." You noticed that Janine waved her hands a lot when she told a story. Gregory tended to just listen to her, even when she spoke over him.

Ah, he’s in love.

However, on the other table, Melissa and Barbara can tell you were getting irritated at Janine’s incessant babbling. And before you decide to stand up and leave the room, Barabara chooses to intervene. "Ah, Janine. I doubt Miss...”

Turning your head and giving Barbara your attention, you replied. “L/N. Y/N L/N. 8th grade teacher, arts.”

Barbara gave you a nod and continued. “I doubt Ms. L/N is interested in how Gregory decided to apply for a permanent position.” With this, Janine gave Barbara a tight-lipped smile and leaned against her chair. Giving Janine a glance, you offered Barbara a grateful nod. “Oh, I’m Mrs. Howard, kindergarten teacher.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Howard.” You gave her a blinding smile and turned to the other teacher beside Barbara. “And Mrs.” The redheaded teacher beside Barbara looked at you with a raised eyebrow and smirked.

“Schemmenti. Melissa Schemmenti. You call me Ms. Schemmenti, capisce?” Melissa—Ms. Schemmenti pointed at you using her fork, making your eyes widen. Giving the redhead a nervous smile, you dug into your lunch box and grabbed your lunch.

Giving her friend a glance at her odd behavior, Barbara cleared her throat and turned back to you. “So, Y/N, why haven’t we seen you before? How many years have you been working here at Abbott?”

Tearing your gaze from Melissa, you gave Barbara a smile as you unpacked your lunch. “Ah, I’ve been here for five years. I teach 8th grade art, so I always spend my time in my classroom.” You finished explaining before taking a bite of your chicken salad.

Melissa watched you as you took a bite of the chicken out of your salad and scrunched up her nose. “Is that Parisian Chicken Salad?” The redhead leaned her back against the table while scrutinizing your lunch.

You finished chewing the chicken before giving her a reply. “Uh, yes.” You gave her a frown while taking your water bottle out of your bag. “You French?” With her assumption, you choked on your water and coughed. Fortunately, you didn’t spit any of it on the table or towards Janine, who watched you banter with Melissa.

Shaking your head frantically, you replied. “No. I just... like French food.” Your answer made Melissa purse her lips and turn her back to you.

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, Jacob asked. “So, Y/N, you didn’t answer Barbara’s question completely.” This made you look at Jacob with gratification in your eyes. As you were about to answer, Mr. Morton beat you to it.

"Y/N, are you down here because of Mrs. Microft?” Mr. Morton asked you without looking up from his phone. The information brought up made Melissa look up from her phone and towards you with an eyebrow raised.

Clearing your throat, you nodded sheepishly. “Uh-huh. Apparently the teachers upstairs are throwing a farewell party for her.” You glanced at Barbara and Melissa to see their reaction. Both of them harbored a shocked expression at what you said. Giving a shrug in their direction, you continued. “Yeah, and because Mrs. Microft doesn’t really like me—” You leaned forward. “She always frowns when she sees my face.” You leaned back. “I thought I'd give her the day and leave her alone.”

Mr. Morton waved your worries aside and scoffed. “If I were you, I wouldn’t give that old hag the satisfaction of having a peaceful day.” Now, he turned his phone off and leaned back against the couch, then looked at you. “Remember that day when you found your paint brushes cut to pieces and broken into two?” You nodded at this.

Remembering that day, you walked into your classroom to find all of the paint brushes that the children had used the day before were either broken or ruined to oblivion. After cleaning the brushes up and wiping your tears while doing so, you talked to Ava to let her see the CCTV tape just outside your classroom, but she told you that the CCTV cameras didn’t work on the second floor. The talk only lasted for five minutes before Ava kicked you out, and Mr. Johnson found you crying in the janitor’s closet. That’s how you formed a bond with the janitor; the whole day you spent your vacancies with him, learning why and how the songs in the panel box were only from Boyz II Men. Though you didn’t get to know his first name that day.

“What does it have to do with Mrs. Microft?” Jacob gave Mr. Morton an exasperated look. The question also made you frown until you pieced it together.

“That fucking bitch.” You slammed your fist on the table, shocking Janine and Gregory and making Jacob jump.

“Woah there, language, missy.” Barbara waved her hands towards you in an attempt to calm you down.

“Je brûlerai ses affaires, puis je la ferai regarder du deuxième étage.” I will burn her things down, then have her watch it from up on the second floor.

“And you tell me you aren’t French, french fry.” Melissa gave you a smirk, putting her chin on her hand and watching you flare up with anger.

Choosing to ignore Melissa’s teasing, you packed up your lunch without finishing it and stood up. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked Mr. Morton. In return, he gave you a shrug and went back to his phone. Letting out a scoff, you stomped towards the door to leave.

“Where are you going?” You heard Jacob shout as you grabbed the door handle.

“To burn her things down.” Then you left. Although you did try to close the door brusquely, the latch didn’t let you.

As you left, you didn’t notice Melissa’s gaze towards you turn from interest to pure adoration. But Barbara, knowing her friend, noticed everything. Yet she let Melissa turn to face her fully before giving the redhead a light kick on the shin. “What?” Melissa whispered.

“You like her.”

This made Melissa frown and give Barbara an incredulous look, then replied. “Given how she responded to the information that Mrs. Microft was ruining her things, I do like her.”

Shaking her head, Barbara gave Melissa a playful smile and leaned towards the redhead. “You like like her.”

Barbara’s sentence made Melissa shake her head frantically. “No! I just like her as a future friend.” But Melissa’s reply only made Barbara’s grin widen.

“That’s what she said.”

Protecting French Fry (2)

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #jacob hill #lisa ann walter x reader #lisa ann walter

[at-tensionseeker]

No Is A Full Sentence

Elizabeth Olsen x Y/N

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks

Genre: Fluff, Funny (i think, based on my humor lol)

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44250676

This fanfic is inspired by Lizzie's Sam Jones' interview. I hope you enjoy!

It’s your first time going to this sushi place that one of your friends recommended. It isn’t far from your apartment, but you did have to walk for about ten minutes to get there. You wouldn’t have been if you weren’t craving those salmon nigiri take outs that your friend Jan brought to your apartment last week during your regularly scheduled movie nights. Instead, here you are standing in the back of the restaurant’s long ass line that reached their storefront because of so many people trying to buy their own food.

You put your hands in your coat’s pockets, just a failed attempt of trying to warm them. The memory of your gloves flashes in your eyes and the regret of not bringing them with you makes you want to kick yourself.

The December breeze in New York is definitely a killer. When you first moved in two years ago, you couldn’t even go outside for a full month without getting sick. The climate was new to you, especially having lived in sunny, warm weather all your life. It became a habit to buy long coats, jackets, winter gloves, and even earmuffs just so you don’t get hypothermia in the long run. Soon enough, you adjusted to the temperatures and learned how to adjust both your apartment’s and car’s heating system to help you during the winter season. It was fun.

The line moves slowly. Whatever the reason for that is, you really don’t know. Besides, you tell yourself, that you’re already in line and people behind you have come up so if you leave now you’ll just wake up in the middle of the night with those damn nigiris flooding your mind. So, you decided to stay.

You tip your toes to see if the people in front of you have moved since the last ten minutes you were there, but the sight of a short blonde hair and green eyes that met yours as she turns around for a split second stops you from breathing. 

You’ve seen that face before. Multiple times. 

In movies, in that Disney+ show, interviews, edits. You know it’s her.

You’ve been following her journey since her first appearance in Avengers Age of Ultron and has been on the ride up until her most recent successful film, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. You weren’t a die-hard Marvel fan before and even now you wouldn’t dare to call yourself one, but you quickly found yourself latched on to the franchise ever since you saw her. There aren’t any posters in your room, and you certainly haven’t gone to any Comic-cons, but you loved how she portrayed such a powerful character and has been fascinated by her ever since.

Elizabeth Olsen is standing in line in front of you in the middle of the cold New York weather, her frame clad in black faux fur coat and beanie on top of her head that really barely covers her blonde hair.

You suddenly couldn’t breathe. The air is getting colder and thinner for your liking, and you fear you’ll pass out before you could even say hi to her. There’s sweat forming on your palms and you know you can feel it, but you’re also a little confused since you’re pretty sure normal people don’t sweat in the cold. You brush it profusely against the material of your coat just to get it off or to calm your nerves. That one you’re still debating on.

The line moves briefly and then stops, and you think to yourself that if you could just muster any amount of courage, you’d say hi to her. Maybe get a photo with her even.

Should you say hi to her? What will you tell her? Do you tap her first on the shoulder so she can look back at you? Or is that rude?

The line moves again and you curse inwardly. It was barely moving five minutes ago, and now that you see a Hollywood Star in front of you it suddenly budges?

How infuriatingly unlucky of you.

From what you’ve seen, Elizabeth seems nice to her fans during fan meets and interviews so you know she’s not rude. That’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with her personality.

But this isn’t a Comic-con, is it? This isn’t some staged interview wherein you get a free backstage pass to meet your idol, no. This is literally outside of the restaurant in the middle of a busy New York street and she’s just trying to grab some food just like everyone else.

You’re still conflicted, even when the both of you finally reach inside. There’s probably about 4 to 5 people in front of you now, and you’re not even thinking about the sushi at this point anymore. Your hands still shake and sweat no matter how many times you wipe it off, and your heart beats faster than normal when you realize you’re both going to part ways sooner than you like it. It gets even harder to convince yourself to just go for it because when will another opportunity like this be presented to you in the future? Chances are lower than zero itself. A negative number if you think of it.

So when the customer in front of her finally reaches the counter, your shaky hands poke her slightly on her left shoulder.

Nothing.

Okay, maybe a little harder?

You poke her again, and she whips her head back to you. Her brows furrowed at the sight of you and they raise up in question. It’s hard not to look like a fool in front of a famous person, isn’t it? You probably look like a deer in headlights, but you quickly found your voice after a few blinks.

“Uh- h-hi,” you stammer. “Are you- is it okay if- I’m a huge fan of your work. Is it okay if I ask for a photo?”

You’re pretty sure she didn’t hear that. You barely let out a whisper, or is that blood that’s rushing through your ears?

Realization dawns on her face on what you mean. She shakes her head.

“No.”

There is a breaking sound somewhere. You’re not entirely sure if it’s one of the waiters who accidentally breaks some glass or if it is the sound of your heart breaking. You freeze in your place, embarrassed and hurt, but mostly embarrassed because of the dumb decision you made. Instead of letting that get to you, you give her a smile and nod to let her know that you get it.

“Forgive me,” you blurt out, still smiling at her to hide the tears burning in the back of your eyes. “I understand, of course. You’re not obliged to. I’m really-“ you pause to swallow the lump in your throat. It’s just really embarrassing. “I’m really glad to have seen you in person.”

Elizabeth only looks at you and gives you a warm smile and that eases out a little bit of your anxiety of probably offending her at some point. The customer in front of her left, you notice, so you usher her forward. She gives you one last smile and orders her food.

Few of the things you didn’t notice though. Her eyes are red and a little bit swollen, probably from crying and when she ordered her food, her hands are clasped together with fingers rubbing each other to ease her anxiety. Of course you would have, had you not been too busy cursing yourself at your stupidity.

Elizabeth grabs her takeout, gives you one last look and exits the restaurant.

You take the sushi you’re not craving anymore and replays the encounter as you go your way home. You can’t believe that the first celebrity you’ll meet in New York is the one person you adore. It was surreal, to say the least, and despite the rocky meeting with Elizabeth Olsen you are still happy to have seen her smile and look at you directly in person.

You swear to God you’ll attend the next Comic-con.

Sending the news to Jan, who doesn’t believe you therefore requested that you call him as soon as you arrive, you quickly pocket your phone and sprint your way outside of the busier streets of New York. You reach the more calm and quiet area where your apartment is and begin to walk slowly.

The unfortunate encounter with Elizabeth Olsen has been the only thing that’s replaying in your mind so when you spot a crouched figure with faux fur coat and beanie once again, you couldn’t help but squeak.

You almost tripped on her actually. She’s just by the sidewalk, both of her hands are covering her ears and her eyes are tightly closed. There’s a frown and a thin line of sweat on her face and you didn’t think twice before fully sitting down in front of her to check.

“Hey,” you prod slowly. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?”

Flashes of hands clasped together back at the restaurant flood your brain and it didn’t take you another minute to realize that she’s currently having a panic attack.

“Uhm… Elizabeth- Lizzie? Can I call you that? I’ll call you that, okay?” You stammer. “I’m here to help you. Can you breathe slowly please?”

Elizabeth does as you tell her. You continue to tell her to breathe and that everything is fine around you. “It’s scary, I know. But it will pass, okay? You need to be in the present, Lizzie. Just listen to my voice. I’ll be right here and you’re not alone.”

Albeit her eyes are still shut, her breathing sounds less worse than before. And when she finally looks up to you, you see the green eyes you have admired for a long time swimming in pain and anxiety. It makes you want to pull her for a hug since she may need one, but you obviously don’t want to overstep your boundaries even if that means comforting her to help.

“Concentrate on my breathing,” you nod at her to encourage her to copy the rhythm you set for her.  “That’s it. You’re doing really good, Lizzie.”

Eventually after what seems like hours of doing breathing exercises with her capped with a lot of reassuring words, the hands cupping her ears drop down to her lap and are slowly rubbing her palms in another attempt to calm herself. You slowly stand up from the ground and hold out a hand for her to take.

“Are you okay now? Can you stand?” You offer. She takes it and stands up rather wobbly.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I feel better.”

“Right,” you smile at her. Noticing that you’re still holding her also glove-less hand, your cheeks flush as you pull it back while taking two steps backwards. You don’t want to overcrowd her after having an anxiety attack.

“Um so, are you from around here? I could walk you to your place if you want,” you tell her, not really wanting to risk letting her go alone after an episode. You know how it feels to be trapped by anxiety like that, and to break down in public places without backup is definitely one of the worst experiences ever. 

“I’m not trying to stalk you or something,” you clarify after not getting an answer from her. “I’m Y/N. I live there in that building,” you point towards your apartment. “If you want, I can jog really quickly and get my car and I can drive you home. Or not, of course I don’t want to overstep. I understand completely.

“It’s just, I don’t want you to go on your own after experiencing that,” you add. “I know how it feels and I honestly just want to help you.”

Elizabeth contemplates for a moment and answers. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N. But, I think I need to decline the offer. Being in this business, I’m not a very trusting person-“

“Of course,” you cut her off quickly. “I understand, Ms. Olsen.”

“However,” she smiles a little bit at your rambling once again. “Can I please borrow your phone? Mine died down and I need to call my sister so she can pick me up from here. And I guess don’t mind the company while waiting?”

You quickly fish out your phone and hand it over to her. You also ignore the amused chuckle from her as soon as she sees your lock screen is that of Wanda Maximoff.

“Y/N?” 

“Yes?”

“The phone’s locked. Do you want to type in your password?” She smiles, the look of amusement still twinkling in her eyes. You don’t mind though. You’d prefer her teasing eyes over the sad ones you witnessed a while ago.

“Oh, okay. Here let me just,” you move forward to type in 0216 in your phone and the blush creeps back in your face once again when you feel her eyes watching you.

Elizabeth calls one of her twin sisters. Apparently, they’re here in New York for a fashion event and Elizabeth thought it’d be nice to come with them. While waiting for one of the Olsen twins, you both sat on one of the stairs and talked for a bit.

“I want to say that I’m sorry for refusing to take a photo a while ago,” she looks at you a little apologetically. Her posture seems calmer now and you’re really glad that she’s doing better every passing minute. “I was out on my own, and a few people have recognized me on the streets and I was just trying to have a nice time for myself.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” you reply. “I wasn’t lying when I said I completely understand and that you’re not obliged to. I'm just glad to meet you.

“I should be the one to apologize,” you bite your lip nervously. It didn’t cross your mind that you could’ve been the trigger to her already bubbling up anxiety but hearing her say that crowds have already recognized her, you asking for a photo was the last straw. “I was contemplating whether or not to ask you and I did, but I know I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

The actress waves it off. “No, honestly you were the most polite one. You were just the first and only person I said ‘no’ to who didn’t insist on getting a photo, and that set me off. Others just didn’t care and they still took their flashing phones out and pointed it at me.”

“One thing I learned from you is that ‘no is a full sentence’ so,” you acknowledge with a smile, distinctly remembering that one interview of hers with Sam Jones.

“Yes, exactly,” she laughs.

“We can take a photo now if you want to?” The actress offers after a moment of silence. “You helped me through a tough time. It’s one of the ways I can repay you.”

“It’s okay, really. You don’t have to repay me or anything. Kindness is free,” you reply, to which her small smile widens a lot more. “You’ve had a long day. I’m just the stranger who wants to help a fellow anxiety sufferer,” you joke to which she laughs lightly.

“At this point you’re not a stranger anymore,” Elizabeth says, her fingers still fiddling with each other. “I know your name is Y/N, and where you live,” she points to your building to prove it. “Those two plus the fact that your wallpaper is Wanda and your passcode is my birthday.”

She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks flush for the nth time that day. “Okay, you win. Yes, I’m your fan and all that. You can make fun of me now.”

“Don’t be like that,” Elizabeth laughs at your silly eye roll but waves it off. “I’m always honored to meet my fans.”

A black car pulls up from out of nowhere and Elizabeth stands up to leave. “This was really great. Minus the anxiety part,” she turns back to you and flashes that award winning smile yet again. “I’m grateful that it was you who found me cowering in the streets, Y/N. I’m hoping to see you again some other time when neither of us is either breaking down or a complete and total stranger,” you note the hopeful tone in her voice, and that makes you wonder if there’s another universe out there wherein she’ll still remember you after tonight because you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t.

If you’re lucky, this might be that universe but who knows?

“I’m glad you’re safe,” you smile at her. “See you around, Ms. Olsen.”

“That is such a formal way to address me,” She calls out, opening the door to the front seat.

“Elizabeth, then?” You suggest to which she grimaces.

“Just Lizzie is fine. I distinctly remember you calling me that a while ago during… you know,” she trails off. “And only my mom calls me by my full name and that only happens when I’m in trouble.”

“Okay, Lizzie,” you chuckle. Waving a hand up to a goodbye, the car finally speeds off to the opposite direction of your apartment. You let out a sigh and smile at the events as you walk back home.

Even when you are in bed, the memory of her voice and her smile makes you giddy. This definitely goes on the top of your list of  most memorable things that have happened to you while staying in New York. You still couldn’t believe your chances. Granted your first meeting was terrible in all ways, Elizabeth was nothing short of amazing to you. You really aren’t wrong to follow her throughout her career because of her personality. The personal encounter made you want to support her more in the future.

The morning after that, the wild array of flowers on your doorstep have kind of taken you by surprise. To add to that, you see the simple note on one of the bouquets that says 

“To my biggest fan, 

Thank you.

Love,

Wanda Maximoff”

and your heart melts at the sentiment.

You aren’t expecting yourself to be at the receiving end of this, but it’s definitely not unwanted. It most definitely isn’t, especially when you check your phone and see a text from an unknown number asking whether or not you got the package.

You replied to Elizabeth, saving her number under “Lizzie” with a huge grin on your face. She must’ve gotten the number from her sister when she borrowed your phone to call her. Who would’ve thought that asking for a photo with Elizabeth Olsen and getting rejected will lead you to this?

Y/N: Are you my stalker now? Did our roles change?

Lizzie: Ha-ha. Very funny. I just want to say thank you again for yesterday.

Y/N: And you already have. The flowers are unnecessary.

Lizzie: Did you not like them?

Y/N: I love them. They’re beautiful, Lizzie. Thank you.

Lizzie: Would you say, they’re beautiful enough for us to talk about them over coffee?

You almost choke on the bread you made for breakfast this morning. That is definitely upfront and honest. You convince yourself that it’s probably just another way to thank you for the good deed yesterday, but there’s also a teeny tiny voice in your head saying she’s asking you out. 

But why would she, right?

Deciding to not listen to any of your demons, you turn your attention back to her text. Upon rereading the text she sent for the third time now, it’s dawning on you that you’ve yet to reply. Elizabeth follows that up with another text and it makes you feel really silly because of how much your cheeks ache from smiling.

Lizzie: Maybe about Wanda also? If you want?

Lizzie: Or… anxiety issues?

Y/N: You already have me on board with coffee. Wanda talk, too. The anxiety issues, I think we should both stick to our therapists.

Lizzie: I can’t say I don’t agree on the last one.

Lizzie: So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow then? 3PM?

Y/N: Works for me, Lizzie.

Y/N: Or I can pick you up instead. I wouldn’t mind.

Lizzie: It’s okay, Y/N. Besides, I know where you live. *winky face*

You laugh at that one. She should definitely be a star of another comedy film. Elizabeth is funny by nature even though there are countless interviews of her saying that she’s not.

Y/N: Of course you’ll throw that.

Y/N: I feel unsafe now. This is unfair. I feel like I should also know where you live.

Lizzie: You will.

Lizzie: On the second date.

Lizzie: When you take me home.

Elizabeth leaves no room for questions. Your demons shut their mouths when you read that it most definitely will be a date. You want to play it cool, like coyly and shy, but what’s more to hide? She already knows you’re a fan, so you stick to that and pray that maybe… someday maybe, who knows, right? You’ll like each other.

Y/N: You’re smooth, Olsen. Got two dates in one day.

Lizzie: I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.

Y/N: Can’t wait.

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You’re late. And you forgot your gloves again.

It’s another cold, almost snowy day in New York city. You love living here despite the busy times and countless people just trying to go through with their respective lives. It’s loud and lively and you used to hate that but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be but here.

You check your bag for the passes, but the memory of the glossy paper beside your gloves on your messy bed makes you internally groan. The first time you attend a Comic-con, and you leave your backstage passes. How else are you going to meet her?

Cursing inwardly, you send her a text to let her know of your situation even though you know that the event started an hour ago and she won’t see it because she’s definitely not holding her phone in the middle of answering questions. You blame your boss for sending that last minute spreadsheet, but this is your idea right? You have to suffer the consequences.

Being in line isn’t something foreign to you. In fact, it’s so familiar that you chuckle as kids, teens, and grown ups join you from the entrance. The line is moving rapidly as most people with passes (which could have been you if you weren’t so careless) have already gone inside. When you enter the place, it’s no surprise to see it packed as the recent MCU film has made tabloids and charts because of its success. You easily spot her even though you’re rows away from the front line. She’s sitting in the middle with her face scrunched up in annoyance and teeth biting her lower lip so hard you swear she wants to draw blood.

You grimace as you helplessly stand in the back with no way to even come forward to be close to her. The situation is laughable, but the frown on Elizabeth’s forehead is enough to make you worry and act fast. You find a spot with a lot of light so you move towards that, passing a lot of people in the process, with the hopes of her green eyes spotting you even for a distance.

It’s effective apparently, because she spots you at the same time a question is asked towards her. The frown eases, she scrunches up her nose adorably towards you and you nod back both in confirmation and reassurance that you made it there, and she lets out a full on grin you know is solely reserved for you. The interviewer interrupts and you laugh at her confused state.

“Elizabeth? The question?” The interviewer supplies.

“Right! I’m so sorry,” she laughs gleefully, head thrown back and hand covering her mouth and you’ve seen that look a thousand times before but it still gives you the same butterfly effect in your stomach. “I- uh. I saw my wife in the crowd and I got distracted. I’m sorry. What was the question again?”

“How romantic!” the interviewer swoons. “Everyone, that’s Elizabeth’s wife Y/N. Can we say hello to her?”

Your face turns red as people look at your direction and send cheers and hoots. You wave back to the fans shyly, stealing another glance at your wife on the stage as you do so. Standing in front of the light definitely has some good and bad results. You can’t believe she did that in front of everybody, but you’re not one to complain. Her PA also runs from the front to you upon hearing this and she ushers you through security. You chuckle as they bring you in, blowing Elizabeth a kiss before you disappear backstage.

“Hey,” your wife greets you after the event is finished. She skips towards your direction and plants a chaste kiss on your lips to which you happily sigh into. “I was worried you weren’t here.”

“Forgive me, my love,” you apologize while engulfing her in a hug. “You know commuting in New York is insane.”

“I repeatedly told you to get your license so we can buy you a new car.”

You smile at the worry in her voice. “I like it when you drive us to places you’re familiar with, Ms. Stuyvesant Street. And the boss left me with some last minute work.”

She pulls back to look at you. “And what were you doing in the back? Didn’t I leave the passes in our apartment?”

“I left them,” you sheepishly reply. Elizabeth narrows her eyes at you and shakes her head. 

“And your gloves too. Am I right, my love?”

The cheeky smile you gave her is enough to confirm her suspicions. “I was really late and I wanted to see you as soon as I could. I miss you this morning.”

“Charming,” she laughs and rummages through her bag for something. Curious as you are, you lean forward to look at it. “Here.”

She hands you a pair of gloves.

“I keep one in case you forget yours during winter,” she grins, proud of what she did. “And I was right.”

You want to wipe off that cocky smirk off of her lips. There are a lot of people around you but she did announce you to everyone, so really what else is stopping you? After she said goodbye to everyone, you pull her hand so she moves closer to your side.

Elizabeth lets out a squeal when you grab both of her waist. You smell her perfume that invades your nostrils and your head swims at the fact that there’s nothing better than having her close again. She’s everywhere and the background fades away like a cliche movie scene, but you don’t care about any of those. She’s here in front of you and you’re incredibly happy to know that she loves you as much as you love her.

“I love you,” you whisper against her mouth.

“I love you, too.”

It’s insane how one kiss from her makes you feel giddy. And that’s saying something after being married to her for a year now.

“You need to wear the gloves, my love,” she chuckles when both of you pull away. Elizabeth leads you to the back exit that leads to the parking lot. The breeze picks up a little bit and snowflakes fall on your heads, but your face is still hot from kissing her. 

“Why do I need the gloves when I could just hold your hand and let you warm me up?” You bob your eyebrows at her and kiss her temple as the both of you walk towards her car.

You’re lucky. There’s no doubt about that now. Being with such an incredible woman who supports you in everything that you do and loves you through it all is a bliss. You couldn’t have asked for more.

“And they say I’m the romantic one.”

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[shaylixie]

The Great Gatsby

Word Count: 2922

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!reader

Requested: No.

Summary: Chan throws a party a while after not seeing you.

Warnings / Contains: Alcohol consumption; language; dialogue heavy; lots of characters.

A/N: Omg, where do I start? Hi! I'm back and seemingly writing again, lol. Anyway. This is my first fic for Stray Kids. I wrote it just for fun...I wasn't really sure where I was going with it & I just ended up with this. So. Bon appétit. Not sure if you can tell, but I'm a multistan.🤣 Primarily a Stay. I wanted to write something fun and wholesome and fluffy. This is the start of something wonderful! I'm thinking of making this into a loose sort of series? Hm, we'll see. Let me know if you want a part 2, and I'll think about it! Thank you for reading, and enjoy! 💕 Feedback welcome.🤍

You knock on the door of Chan's place, loud enough that it's heard over the blaring music. It opens, and you're faced with an excited expression.

"Y/n! You made it!"

"Hey, Sungie!" you greet Jisung, followed by a warm hug. "I had to see my favourite guy."

"Me or Chan?" he asks with smirk.

Sigh. Okay. So here's the thing.

You and Chan have been friends for...well, enough time. But a small part of you wishes you were more. Okay, fine. A big part of you. See, you caught feelings. But this is your friend you're talking about...you can't ruin your friendship after so many years. Even if you did want to risk it everytime you were with him.

You rolled your eyes, anticipating the familiar endless teasing.

Everyone knew, it seemed. But if Chan was part of "everyone", you didn't know. He certainly didn't act like it.

You walked in and began greeting the rest of your friends. The usual ones were there - that is, the members of Stray Kids, along with a few personal mutual friends - and also a handful of people you didn't know. Other idols, including but not limited to those of JYPE, and friends of friends. It wasn't packed to the brim but it wasn't a small gathering either. A decent enough crowd for it to be considered a party, and for the house to be full.

Of course, knowing the Kids for as long as you did, you knew most of the idols here so you weren't as intimidated as you thought you'd be. Sure, you still got starstruck from time to time. But you were familiar with the JYP family; had befriended them even. You suppose that's the perks of being such a close friend of the Kids. So much so that you're playfully referred to as the 9th member...except you can't sing or dance. Or rap. Or do pretty much any of the extraordinary things they do on a daily. But you still somehow platonically seduced all of them. How? You didn't know, but you didn't care either. This was your family.

After hugging all your friends who you could find at arm's length, you started settling down and adjusting to the atmosphere. Minho handed you a cup and just winked when you asked what was in it. Oh, you were in for it tonight!

"Y/n!!"

You whipped your head around at the familiar voice. There was Chan, bounding towards you with his own cup and his loose fitted tank top. He placed the cup down and lifted you up, spinning you around and sloshing half of your own drink onto the floor.

"Oops! I'll clean that up later," he laughed.

"Channie! I've missed you. How have you been?"

"Great! Except I've really missed you too."

"I know, I'm sorry. Studying has been crazy. I'm here now, though! Catch me up, guys," you say turning to the others.

He threw his arm around you as you drained your cup and then flopped onto the couch, with half of the Kids surrounding you - specifically Minho, Han, Felix and Hyunjin - and also Ryujin, Yeji and Chaeryeong.

You all started talking non-stop about anything and everything, laughing at the most stupidest things. You know, standard feature.

"Oh my gosh, Somi!!!" you suddenly burst out excitedly, leaping off the couch.

You half-skipped-half-ran to your best friend as you giggled together and embraced, jumping up and down.

"Didn't you guys hang out last week?" Hyunjin asked with a weird look on his face, hiding his amusement.

"Yeah but this is my best friend in the whole woooorld!" Somi said as she rocked you side to side, still in an embrace.

"Also how would you know, Jinnie? Do you stalk us?" you asked.

"Ooooooh, he probably stalks all of us," Chaeryeong teased.

"Eww," Hyunjin said with his classic disgusted face. "I saw it on your story, Y/n. Yours is the only one I check all the time...since we're best friends and all you know. Or maybe not..." he ends dramatically.

"Oh shit," says Han.

You roll your eyes, laughing at the constant competition between Hyunjin and Somi.

"You're my guy best friend, Jinnie. Somi is my girl. You know this."

"Yeah, I'm her girl," Somi teases, wiggling her eyebrows. She makes playful kissy faces at your cheek and you turn around last minute, making her kiss you on the lips. Everyone bursts out laughing, and somewhere in the room you hear a cat whistle. It makes you and Somi double over laughing, not fazed at all by your friendly flirty dynamic.

Chan stands up again and pulls both you and Somi into a hug.

"I gotta go say hi to a few more people, I'll be right back," he says looking at you.

"Wait!" Felix shouts. He runs to pull you, Chan and Somi into his arms. "Group hug!"

You pull him into your arms at the sight of his happy face and everyone leaps up from their respective places on the floor and the couch until your face is buried in Chan's chest and you can't breathe, let alone lift your head up. All you hear is cheers going up as people start to randomly join, and you giggle wondering how drunk everyone is. When the hug eventually ends, everyone's moods lifted even higher than before, you and Somi part as the rest do the same, all going to mingle.

"So...I saw how he had his arm around you," Somi says, bumping your shoulder.

"Ugh, it doesn't mean anything...but I loved it so much, Som! Like...I just wanna stay like that. I'm lovesick. I need another drink if I'm gonna get through this night."

"Already on it," she laughs, pouring you a drink. "But we gotta take a shot first!"

As she pours the shot, Sana and Dahyun come over with Jackson Wang from China (as you lovingly call him) and more hugs ensue.

"Shots? Count us in!" says Jackson.

You all take a shot together...and then another one. Hey, you may not party much (like, at all), but when you do...you DO.

Next you know, Sana is grabbing your hand and Dahyun is leading you outside onto the makeshift dance floor (the lawn). Everyone is vibing and jumping up and down and busting out their best (and worst) moves all over the yard and you can't help but join in on the fun. You dance (is that what you call it?) with your friends surrounding you, all letting loose and having a fun time, their idol masks surrendered. You can't remember the last time you had this much fun. At some point, Changbin and Chan join in, and Changbin grabs your hand and dips you, making you squeal. You hold him tightly around his neck and drop a hand to his bicep, squeezing there.

"I've been working out!" he shouts over the music with a huge grin. He knows how much you love feeling his muscles up, and he loves how much you do. It's become something of an inside joke between you.

"I can tell! They're even bigger than last time!"

"You're drooling, Y/n!" shouts Chan. "What about me?"

Changbin lifts you up again and you bound up to Chan, squeezing his bicep too. You make a show of thinking hard.

"It needs more work!" you say, stifling a laugh.

Chan pouts, making you fail at holding your laugh back. He laughs too then, grabbing your hand. You relish at the feeling of his hand in yours, and next thing you know, you're running behind Chan, following him inside the house and up the stairs. He stops outside one of the closed bedrooms, the both of you breathing hard.

"I really did miss you," he says softly, but loud enough for you to hear over the music and laughter. He pulls you into a tight hug then, and you blink out of shock.

"Are you drunk?" you giggle.

"A little. But I missed you when I was sober. And I'll miss you when I'm wasted. And hungover too. And then sober again."

You laugh and boop his nose. "I missed you too, Channie." You dip your head to hide your face before saying the next part. "More than you'll ever know..."

"Yeah?" He looks at you like he genuinely wants to know.

"Yeah...yeah, of course."

The two of you are silent for a bit after that, just staring at each other. It's a comfortable silence. The type you always have with him.

He clears his throat. "I, uhm. I...how drunk are you?"

"Surprisingly not drunk at all," you say honestly. "Tipsy...but I'm fine. You?"

"Not drunk enough," he laughs. "I'm still okay."

"Good."

"I'm asking because...well...I wanted to tell you something."

"Good or bad?" you ask nervously.

He laughs just as nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "It depends..."

"Yeah?"

"I uhm..." he trails off, stepping closer to you.

Your heart is beating so far out your chest, you think he can see it.

"I don't know how to say it. But I-...we're friends, right? Good friends?"

You're about to answer when suddenly-

"CHAN HYUNG!"

You're interrupted by Minho's yelling, and you make a mental note to kick him in the shin later. Chan drops his head in exasperation, then laughs.

"Give me a second," he says apologetically.

"YEAH?!" he shouts back, halfway down the stairs.

"WE GOT THE BEER PONG ALL SET UP. YOU COMING?"

"YEAH, I'LL BE DOWN IN A SEC!"

He runs back up to you then, about to say something, but seemingly changing his mind.

"Minho set up the beer pong. It's your favourite game..." he winks at you. "Be on my team?"

You shove down the anxiety of the previous moment and agree, hoping the beer will help. You hate beer, but it is your favourite game after all. Chan takes your hand again, and you go over to the living room where the beer pong is set up.

"So, who are Chan and I winning against?" you ask to the room around you, feeling much more confident because of the alcohol. Oh - confident about talking to an entire room of people - not about winning. You're always confident about that.

Seungmin walks up with Chaeyoung from Twice.

"You sure you can beat us?" he quips.

"Yeah, sorry Y/n, but I'm pretty good at beer pong," Chaeyoung says.

"Oh, don't worry. You haven't met my Y/n here," Chan says.

Your heart skips 3 beats at that - "my Y/n" - and you have to ignore the urge to check your pulse to see if you're dead.

"Let's go, Old Man! Try to keep up," teases Seungmin.

Chan rolls his eyes at the familiar nickname.

The game starts, and everyone who isn't passed out or dancing gathers round. Minnie and Chaeyoung go first, and Chae gets it in first try. The crowd goes wild. You chug down the drink as Chan goes next...and misses. Seungmin laughs and says something about "losing with the old man." It's your turn now, and lo and behold, you get it in.

"Not bad...not bad..." Chae says, and downs the drink.

Seungmin goes next and misses, which causes Chan to start teasing him back. "What's all that about an old man, huh??"

"Girl power! Yes, Queens! Slay!" shouts a drunk Yuna, and everyone laughs.

The game continues with various hits and misses, and the 4 of you progressively get drunker off the beer. Finally, it's down to the last cup on both sides. After what seems like an eternity of back and forth throwing, you land the ball in the cup. Stunned, no one reacts at first. Then the whole room erupts and everyone starts surrounding you and Chan and you think you hear Seungmin scream "FUCK!" but you're not sure because Chan has picked you up and he's spinning you around and shouting "That's my girl!" and everyone is too drunk and excited to question it and the euphoria spreads through the room. Ah, yes, you think. Beer pong is your favourite game.

-

Seated around the bonfire, spread out equally on blankets on the floor and chairs, are all of your favourite people. Well, some are missing because they went home and others are passed out in Chan's guest room and on his couches and maybe one or two on the floor. But most of your favourite people surround you right now, and a peaceful atmosphere decends over the night. Softer music is now playing as everyone sings along, swaying and sitting half on top of each other. You walk out of the house filled with people spread around drinking water and eating bread and ice cream, trying to sober up before they go home. Chan is still beside you, and he walks up to the only remaining empty seat, vacated by Jackson whose Uber just arrived. He sits down before realising you have no place to sit, and then stands up just as fast, offering you his seat.

"Just let her sit on your lap," says Somi, drunk and drowsy, half lying on Yeji on the floor.

A chorus of "oooohs" go up, and Chan's ears go red.

"Everyone is sitting on everyone anyway," Jeongin points out.

"I mean, if you're comfortable..." Chan says softly only to you before sitting down and holding your waist lightly.

You drop gently into his lap and he pulls you against him, wrapping his strong arms around you. You hold his arms back, and cuddle into his warmth. It's a warm night with a cool breeze, but you savour his body heat anyways. You shiver, and not from the breeze. You feel him hold you even tighter after that, and you're glad he can't see your blushing face. Hyunjin winks at you, and Felix smiles at you knowingly from between Jinnie's legs. Your blush deepens. You soon get caught up in the conversation, laughing and throwing comments in here and there. The topic changes and you take to just listening. But you're interrupted by a soft voice in your ear.

"I'm really glad you came," Chan says softly.

"I'm glad too. I loved- I mean, it was nice seeing you."

Chan chuckles, not oblivious to your change of words.

"I loved seeing you too."

You dip your head in embarrassment.

"I mean it. It would have sucked if you weren't here," he continues.

"Sucked? Hey, you still would have had a good time with everyone else..." you point out.

"Yeah, yeah you're right. But it wouldn't be the same without you, you know? It wouldn't have been as good. I'm just really glad you came."

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask. "It's your party, after all."

You don't know if it's because you're still both a little drunk or because of the soft, romantic atmosphere or the intimacy of everyone around you, but he admits, "Yeah, that I threw for you."

You scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion. "For me?"

"Yeah. I wanted an excuse for you to come...it ended up becoming bigger than I planned though. Much bigger," he laughs shyly.

You laugh at that then, and then start laughing harder, earning you a few looks. Pleased ones, at that.

"What?" he asks, slightly embarrassed.

"No...nothing. You just...you sound like Gatsby."

He laughs then too, his body shaking against yours.

"Nerd."

"Shut up!" You swat him playfully. "Everyone knows Gatsby." A pause. "I had fun tonight, Channie. A lot of fun."

He grins, his eyes squinting at the action and his cheeks dimpling. "I love it when you call me that."

"Channie..." you tease.

He tickles you then, and you squirm in protest.

Once you quieten down, he asks for the second time that night, "How drunk are you?"

"Uhm, not that drunk. I can Uber back safely."

"Oh," he says. Is that disappointment you hear?

"Why?" you ask.

"Oh uhm, I was just asking. I wanted to know if you'd feel better staying over. You can have my room - I can sleep on the couch. If it's not already taken..." he laughs. "I mean, the guys are staying over. I thought we could nurse our hangovers together, you know? Besides, it's too late for you to go back alone. I don't feel right about it."

You smile, hoping for this outcome.

"I'll stay. But on one condition..."

"Mhm?"

"You have to sleep in your room. I don't feel right kicking you out. Besides, I'm on your lap right now anyway. What difference does sharing a bed make? Lord knows I've fallen asleep on you so many times before..." You giggle together at the various memories.

You can hear the smile in Chan's voice as he says, "Deal."

You snuggle into him further, your head in the crook of his neck and his scent all around you, and you know it's not possible, but he pulls you even closer. He joins in on the singing around the bonfire as the song changes, and you smile at his lovely voice. Looking around you, you can't help but feel your heart swell to three times its size. Here are most of your favourite people, your deepest loved ones, sitting in the same place with smiles on their faces and love all around. You wish you could capture this feeling forever and get drunk on it every night. But you can't, so you settle for relishing in it deeply right now. You're grateful and loved and everything is perfect, and you wouldn't ask for more.

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[pacifymebby]

I love your peaky blinder writings

I was wondering how would each of the guys react to their (younger but legal)girl walking in to their office (who they have been hiding and have been doing a good job at it too) and then one of their enemies also storming in by surprise. she’s trying to hide behind them (Alfie,Tommy,Arthur)and the enemy tries to get nasty with her

Eeek love this love this <3

(sorry in advance btw, these have taken me several days to write and i just don't think theyre that good... I think i might try to turn some of them into full length imagines at some point though so they can get a second chance then lol)

Tommy

🌿Is annoyed to see you standing there in the doorway to his office. When Lizzie knocks and says "there's a little girl here to see you Mr Shelby" her voice is dripping with venom. She's jealous, she assumes you're there because you're his new fancy...

🌿 She scares you does Lizzie, she's stone cold, a real ice queen and you can feel her hate for you. Tommy steps aside to let you come in and once the doors swung shut behind you you suddenly feel nervous

🌿 he doesn't look happy to see you at all... "what the fuck do you think you're doing coming here y/n?" suddenly you feel like a fucking child, stupid for having come here - the one place he's always telling you not to come. You don't have an excuse either just a...

🌿 "Sorry Tommy I... I just really missed you..." you're not blushing because its romantic, you're blushing cause you feel so fucking stupid. You keep fiddling with your sleeves, glancing over your shoulder at the door expecting to see Lizzie through the glass laughing you...

🌿 "Lizzie scares you does she y/n?" he asks, he's still stern but he doesn't sound quite as angry anymore. You chew your lip, try not to give yourself away but Tommy doesn't need you to answer for him to know. "See if women like Lizzie scare you, then I know you shouldn't be here..." he has a whole speech to give you, to scare you into never being so stupid as to walk into his office like this ever again... but it turns out someone else wants to do that for him

🌿 When Inspector Cambell enters unannounced, his cold stare and arrogant cough, Tommy feels his fury flare all over again. Now he is angry, he's angry that you're here in his office just as that nasty bastard has stormed in, he's angry that Campbells even looking at you... You're in so much danger and theres nothing he can do about it but try to minimise the harm

🌿 "Sorry to interrupt you Thomas, hope you're not paying per hour there..." "pretty young thing you've got there, id be in half a mind to question the legality of her activities, not to mention her age Mr Shelby... See you understand don't you, that the rape of a young girl carries a pretty weighty sentence... And unless we can come to some kind of aggreement well it would certainly make my life easier if i could take you down for something so... Simple... "

🌿 Tommy trying to remain calm, trying to remain completely unphased. "Whatever business you have with me Mr Campbell is with me and no one else..."

🌿 He'd be doing so well to keep it all swallowed down, but when Mr Campbell approaches you, raising his kane to point it at you, "and you Miss, prostitution is, I'm sure you are aware, a crime... Just think of the things i could do to you eh?"

🌿When he looks at you like that even you aren't naive enough to not know what hes thinking.

🌿 "Yes Thomas... i think actually i might take her off your hands if you don't mind..."

🌿 By this point you're holding onto Tommys jacket, tucked away behind him, starring in horror at the old man woth that predatory look in his eyes. You can feel Tommys body tense too. You can tell he's trying really hard not to lose his temper.

🌿"You came here on business i assume Officer and we know how important your business must be... Kept you too busy to go to france afterall didn't it..."

🌿The main reason Tommy had been keeping you sperate from business was to keep you away from his enemies, the second reason however was to keep you from having to see the darker side of him... But now he has no choice but to reveal that... He can't let Officer Campbell hurt you.

🌿Youre a little taken back by the sudden chill in Tommys voice. You'd always known he was a dangerous man who delt with dangerous people but this is the first time you've ever witnessed him threatening someone...

🌿 "Now i suggest, officer, if you don't mind my being so bold as to make a suggestion... I suggest that you tell me what you came here for and make it quick because as you can see, before you interrupted us i was already engaged in a metting discussing business with Miss Carlton here..." you remain hidden behind Tommy so Campbell doesn't see your confusion, besides he's too busy backtracking having heard who you are...

🌿 Campbell is embarrassed, stuttering an apology to you though you don't understand why. You don't know who this "Miss Carlton" is but its certainly scared the old man...

🌿"Now i think you've probably offended Miss Carlton enough already, perhaps youd like to come back and discuss your business with me later Officer, perhaps youd like to book an appointment this time eh?"

🌿When Campbell has finally left you step away from Tommy, sure youre in trouble, and you are... But its not as bad as you think... Tommy is too relieved to have lied his way out of having any harm come to you, to be angry at you anymore.

🌿"Come sit love," he says patting his lap. He has you sit straddling his waist so that he can smooth his hands up your thighs as he talks to you, "So, youre scared of our Lizzie and I'm betting you were scared just not too weren't you?"

🌿You nod your head, open your mouth to apologise but he hushes you with his finger to your lips.

🌿"Men like Officer Campbell are the reason i keep you hidden y/n, to keep you safe eh? So why don't you promise me now that after tonight you will never come see me here again eh? Promise me that now..."

🌿And you do promise him that, but both of you know you'll break that promise soon enough.

Alfie

🐻 When he sees you he groans, leans on his elbows on his desk, hands over his eyes, face sinking into his palms... He'd been managing to keep you secret for so long...

🐻 He'd been enjoying the privacy, none of the lads teasing him... But they would now if they realised who you were... Because you were so much younger than him... You were 18, youd been 11 years old at the end of the war... Alfie had been fighting in France when you were just a little girl... He couldn't bare to think what the lads would make of that...

🐻 And then there were his enemies to worry about... You werent just any 18 year old london lass... You were sweet, too good for the streets you walked, a real innocent in many ways... If his enemies found out hed gone soft for a girl like you, youd be kidnapped, raped, killed within a week... That much he was sure of.

🐻 So hed been keeping you hidden away, doing his best to keep you completely secret and he thought hed been doing a good job of it.

🐻 Now though, now, you were standing in the doorway of his office with two glasses of white bread in your hands, your sweet impish smile underserving of the crumpling of his own frown.

🐻 "well..." he sighs, "well i reckon thats down the fuckin pan now aint it," he says, "i dont know, you try to do a good thing, you try to keep a good girl safe from the evils of this here big bad fuckin cesspit... And this is how she repays you? White fucken bread?" he raises his brow at you but he can't be angry. Hes not at all angry

🐻Hes maybe a little despairing? He knows he should have known he couldn't keep you away... But hes also very entertained and a secretly pleased to see you

🐻So what if the men in the bakery work out what's going on between you, hes feeling pretty proud of himself to have pulled you afterall...

🐻 "Well come on in then poppet, youre here now arent you, close the door eh, dont want no drafts getting in...."

🐻 So you do, you pull up a stool beside him and lean back against his chest as you share the rum and waste a little time together... Alfie really should be getting on with his work but now that his little girl is here he can't ignore her...

🐻 And that's when Darby Sabini himself bursts through the door, Ollie running in seconds later, too late as always...

🐻You jump, startled by the sudden entrance, the door slamming up against the wall.

🐻 Sabini isnt calm either... He's got eyes full of hate and even though you don't dont much about the gangsters in the city, you know enough to recognise this man... You know enough to know that he's volatile at the best of times...

🐻 "You and I are supposed to have a fucking deal Solomons!" he hisses, edging closer to Alfies desk, his eyes searing with rage as he looks between you and Alfie... "or were you too busy with your fucking whore to remember that?" he snarls taking a pistol from his coat and waving it towards you.

🐻 You gasp, flinching away, shrinking back in your chair instinctively but Alfie just sits up, gives your knee a squeeze and reaches for his own drawer.

🐻"Usually mate, usually right when people want to disturb my peace right they make an appointment... And when they dont yeah, when they fail to follow usual etiquette, when they forget to book a little appointment with lovely Ollie here... The least they do is fuckin knock right?" he knocks on the desk for enphasis and cocks his head to one side.

🐻 You're in awe of how calm he is, though you know you shouldn't be surprised... Hes a fucking gangster after all and you know that... As if he'd be scared at the sight of guns.. He was in the war... Hes far more brave than anyone else you know... And yet you are still in awe

🐻 Youre scared, but its the way Alfie is remaining so calm, so laidback, even managing to chuckle in the face of this wild and raging man that is making you feel calm. Safe despite the gun in sabinis hand.

🐻 "Whatre you fuckin sayin to me Alfie you want me to go outside and fuckin knock? You want an appointment fine I'll make a fuckin appointment..."he shouts at Ollie, uses his gun to the poor lads head forcing him to get Alfies diary. Alfies just watching in quiet amusement... He knows he still has power here.

🐻 Sabini takes the diary crosses through everything written down and writes his initials before throwing the book down in front of you... "There, now we have a fucking appointment so fucking talk to me... We had a fucking deal Alfie..."

🐻 Youre watching this all, frozen in your seat beside Alfie, feeling terrified and also, feeling stupid for having brought yourself to this dangerous place. Alfie is calculating silently, he appears calm on the outside but inside hes thinking quick and fast because he knows the longer Sabini remains in his office the more at risk you are

🐻 And then Sabini turns his attention back to you, his eyes are sharp, cold, and to be frank, crazy. He starts spitting and ranting about how because of Alfies lack of loyalty, he's lost something very precious to him... And the more he talks about this the more angry he gets...

🐻 "So now I'm here, I'm fucking here and i see you with this fucking girl... And you know what im thinking Alfie. Im thinking maybe i, should take something precious from you?"

🐻 This whole time hes been waving that gun around like a mad man, waving it in your direction. And whilst he has Alfie has stood up, ushered you behind him quietly and calmly, as if it was all just routine.

🐻 He'd probably very calmly almost, friendly, tell him to put the gun down... "Dont like talking when theres guns been thrown around yeah? Makes it difficult to concentrate right, for all parties... Cause see if you keep pointing your gun at us, I'll have to get mine out won't i? And then there'll be no talkin at all, will there?"

🐻 When Sabini has put his gun away Alfie wpuld take up that condescending tone once more...

🐻 "Listen sweetheart, maybe we do have a deal yeah, fuckin hard to believe though innit when you come in here waving that thing around in me womans face right... Cause if i came round to your family home - not that i would yeah, dirty my shoes yeah, on filthy fuckin wop territory - but if i did right and i started threatening your women... I'm betting you wouldn't like that very much would you?"

🐻 "Now what I'm gonna do right, what im gonna do is this.. Im gonna count to 3 yeah and if youre not out of my sight by the time i get to three, I'm gonna shoot you both in the fuckin face..."

🐻 When he counts he gets to two, then he fires the first shot at Sabinis mans shoe...hitting him in the foot.

🐻 Sabini starts going crazy again, but Alfie just shrugs, "see i told you what i was gonna do when i got to three mate... Never said anything about what would happen when i got to two... Fuckin silly though isnt it, shooting yourself in the foot? Well thats what can happen when you start playing around with guns and things... Dangerous innit treacle..."

🐻 When the two men leave Alfie drops the sinister tone and softens for you immediately.

🐻 He would want to hold you and hug you, kiss your forehead, reassure you that everything was fine and he'd want to make sure you were okay.

🐻He wouldn't be annoyed with you for coming to see him but he would lecture you on why you shouldn't have come...

🐻 Still, he won't lecture you too much because now that sabini knows who you are, alfies decided it would actually be much safer for you to come and see him every day.

Arthur

🍂 Arthur probably keeps you away from the office because as well as being concerned for your safety and because he doesnt want any of the other peaky boys getting any ideas about you... He is also a little worried about the fact that if the other lads knew he was dating someone as young as you they'd all start marcilessly teasing him

🍂 But you struggle to stay away from him for so long (several hours) the two of you are very much in love, in the honeymoon period if you will, and so even though he has told you not to visit him in the office, when you do he can’t even bring himself to grumble. 

🍂 Any protests he has are quickly silenced when you begin to remove your clothes for him. 

🍂 He'd pull the blind down on the office door, but, in his hurry to have his way with you, he’d forget to lock the door. So when the Changretta’s enter expecting to find him coked up and out of his mind... they instead find him fucking you on his desk, papers scattered over the floor, the room a mess. 

🍂 Before the door is opened shots are fired breaking the glass, and in a flash Arthur has grabbed you and thrown you on the floor behind the desk, covering you protectively with his body. 

🍂 When Arthur realises who it is thats interrupted you he would be angry, angry that he’s been interrupted, but more so that its by Luca Changretta. 

🍂He’d grab his gun and fire over the top of the desk, snatching at his shirt for you to cover up with, but not before the Changretta’s could enter, see you naked and begin sneering at Arthur as he’s pulling his trousers back up. 

🍂 “How much are you paying her eh? Baby why don’t you come here, I’ll make you want to work for free...” Luca’s eyes would be lingering on your body as you struggled to button up the shirt. 

🍂 You’d be too scared to speak, visibly shivering, you’d feel sick but you’d be trying to be brave for Arthur, you don’t want to disappoint him or have him think you’re weak. 

🍂 “She’s too pretty for you gypsy boy...” Luca would be trying provoke Arthur, he can see the man slowly turning red in the face, getting angrier and angrier, you can see it too and you know that any second now he’s going to crack. 

🍂 “Shut your fucking mouth you fucking wop...” Arthur’s fingers would be flexing against the trigger of his gun, he knows that if he fires a shot he’d set them off and they'd wipe the two of you out in seconds. He’d turn to you confident as a man who’s just pulled his trousers up at gun point possibly could be... “S’alright Darlin, you’re alright sweetheart, come here eh,” when you leant up close to him, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug, he’d whisper instructions in your ear, “when they let you go, you find my brothers,” 

🍂 You don’t want to leave but if you argue you’ll reveal Arthur’s plan and so when Arthur begins negotiating your exit you stand quietly, and, tactically, you allow the tears you’ve been holding back to streak your cheeks, you try your best to look as feeble as you can, hoping they’ll let you leave. 

🍂 “Fine your little whore can fuck off...” “I’m sure you’re a sensible girl aren’t you baby, you know this scum and his tiny cock aren’t worth dying for ain’t that right?” you only sob and run away in response, tearing through the office in search of someone who can find Tommy. Tommy would already be on his way however and when he arrived he’d charge Finn with finding you “some fucking clothes” 

🍂 “How much does he owe you?” sighs Finn rolling his eyes, his jaw hitting the floor when you insist you’re not a fucking prostitute. That you’re Arthur’s girlfriend and nobody owes you anything. 

🍂 By the time Tommy has come to his brothers aid and everything has been sorted out, you would have become fully acquainted with the rest of the Shelby family, Polly, Ada and Lizzie would have sat you down and interrogated you wanting to know all about Arthur’s secret girl. 

🍂 When Arthur gets to you he’d be awkward, seeing all of his family around you. He’s probably cough and say “y/n, I’m glad you’re alright, thats a relief, I’m relieved...” and Ada would laugh, Lizzie would choke on a laugh too and Tommy would roll his eyes and sigh dramatically. “Fuckin alright lets give them a minute alone eh, Jesus Christ...” 

🍂 When he has you alone Arthur would pull you into a hug, apologise for what had happened and tell you how proud he is of you for carrying out the plan. He'd tell you over and over how brave you were, and then he’d promise to take the Changretta’s eyes for looking at you. “You’re to shoot them Arthur, no theatrics Mr Shelby, not on my part..” “He can die without eyes..” you just roll your eyes knowing that in the end Arthur will do exactly as his brother tells him. 

John

🌼 For John dating a younger woman isn’t really a point for hiding, the only reason he’s hiding you is because Peaky business has started to get pretty serious recently. There's a lot of men getting ideas about killing the Shelby brothers and John doesn’t want his girl getting wrapped up in that. 

🌼 Because you’re younger than him he feels extremely protective over you, he is torn between having you near him at all times so that he can always look after you, or keeping you at a distance so that Peaky business can't touch you. 

🌼 The problem is, being younger than him, and having been kept away from his family, you’re naive and don’t really understand the dangers of John’s life. 

🌼 So you decide to go down to the betting shop one day on your way home from work. From the second you enter you stick out like a sore thumb in your pretty girl dress, your hair done sweetly. You hear the wolf whistles and cat calls as you make your way through the tightly packed room, yelping when a man squeezes your arse. 

🌼 John hears the commotion and, out of curiosity, leaves his desk to see what's going on. When he recognises you across the room his jaw hits the floor, he’s shocked but also panicking. He knows immediately it’s you he heard yelp, it’s you drawing all that attention to yourself. So he pushes through the room to get to you and when he does he’s met with your bright smile, “John, hi!” you don’t even seem all that phased by the commotion you’ve caused and why would you be, you’re that level of good and innocent that you would mostly miss the sleazy details of the betting shop. 

🌼 He’s a little relieved that you are smiling actually, that you’re sweet enough for everything to go over your head. He’d grab your hand and kiss your cheek quickly, “come here Darlin come with me,” he’d say quickly before turning to shout at the men in the room, “alright lads funs over, this is my girl alright, nobody fuckin talks to her, by order of the peaky blinders” he’d be joking - mostly - cracking a laugh as he pulled you through the crowd to his desk which he’d sit at and pull you down into his lap. 

🌼 He’d give you a half hearted talk, about how you shouldn’t come to places like this, “bad places like this aren’t for good girls like you sweetheart...” but you would just shrug and tell him you wanted to see him. 

🌼 And he wouldn’t really be bothered, sure people would know who you were and what you meant to him now, but for a second your beautiful smile would be enough to make him forget what he’d been hiding you from. 

🌼 That is until Billy Kimber himself clears the betting shop floor, intimidating all the Peaky’s customers into abandoning their bets. John would have to get up to deal with everything, he’d give you clear instructions to stay put and to not make a sound...

🌼 And you’d do exactly as you were told. Unfortunately however whilst John is dealing with Billy Kimber, Kimber’s men have swept the shop floor and found you hiding behind Johns desk. 

🌼 And they wouldn’t just cat call, they’d get mean, John and Billy would hear you scream and whimper when one of the men pulled your hair and groped you. And Billy would laugh, shout something like, “Well don’t keep her all to yourself lads bring her here, show us what you’ve found,” 

🌼 John would be livid, struggling to swallow his rage, and his heart would break for you when he saw his girl with tears in her eyes, being shoved to the centre of the room by Kimber’s men. 

🌼 “Well fuck me Shelby, she isn't one of yours is she... Nahh she's a real english rose ain't she... 'ere darlin whatre you doin here with these pikeys eh?"

🌼 As scared as you are of these men, and as timid as you usually are, you won't have a bad word said against your John so your face crumples to a bitter scowl. "Watch your fuckin mouth... Cunt..."

🌼 Honestly if John had heard you say that anywhere else he'd have laughed, the idea of you swearing so completely ridiculous to him that he almost cant believe what hes heard.

🌼 Naturally Billy Kimber is also taken back, pissed off too though and both you and John see the mans scowl before he raises his hand to you.

🌼 Thats when John cuts between the two of you, headbutting and then kicking Kimber till hes on the floor. Amid the commotion Arthur and Isaiah have arrived and before you have a chance to react or understand whats going on, the Kimber men are being dragged and thrown out of the betting shop by John, Arthur and Isaiah.

🌼 After John would return to you deeply concerned for your welfare, wanting to check youve not been hurt. Hed want you to tell him exactly what happened to you when the men found you, where they touched you. He'd be so serious "tell me the truth y/n alright no sugar coating"

🌼 He'd make you all kinds of promises, "listen to me eh nothing like that is ever gonna happen to you again alright, nothin..." but you'd surprise him and shake your head, "probably will John, if i stay with you... Which i do intend to do by the way..."

🌼 He'd be a little surprised, his sweet, innocent lass is accepting the violence of his life like its any other mundane fact. But its not and John is stubborn so despite the fact youve said it will happen again, and despite the fact he knows its true. He wont accept it.

🌼 He'll have peaky men watching you whenever he cant be with you from now on, but mostly hes going to use Billy Kimbers threats as an excuse to see more and more of you.

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnies been keeping you secret for many reasons - he doesnt want people to worry you'll distract him from his fighting, he doesn't want you mixing with the Shelbys or coming into the city because city folk dont treat your people fairly, and he doesnt want any of the work hes doing for the Shelbys to get back to you or to hurt you.

🍀He's been killing people between fights and so far he's kept it from you pretty easily. You havent even seen him fighting in the gym...

🍀 He doesnt realise how much thats been upsetting you, how you feel theres this whole part of him that hes keeping hidden fron you, that you feel distant, like youre being pushed out of his life, being left behind...

🍀So hes taken completely by surprise when you turn up at the boxing gym one day, it almost gets him knocked out by the lad hes fighting at the time. Obviously Bonnie pulls it back, hes not losing to a gorger and hes definitely not losing in front of his girl...

🍀When he jumps out the ring and comes to you hes got blood on his face but he isnt worried about that, hes worried about you asking all sorts of questions about what youre there for, how you got there, whether anything happened when you were walking through town.

🍀But youre fine and you tell him that, trying to explain that you wanted to see him fighting, that youre sick of him keeping secrets...

🍀 He kisses you and you dab the blood from his brow, the two of you concentrating on eachother too much to notice that the lad Bonnie just took out, is watching you, eyeing the pair of you maliciously.

🍀 "Oi gypsy boy!" he shouts disrespectfully, "no women allowed, specially not fuckin..." before he can finish his sentence Bonnie has swung back round, shoved the lad up against the outside of the ring and grabbed him by the straps of his vest.

🍀 "finish that fuckin sentence gorger, go on..." he threatens shaking the lad a little, knowing that if it comes to it he could take this bastard out with one punch.

🍀 Its only when their trainer returns, shouting and making threats demanding to know whats going on, that Bonnie drops the lad.

🍀And the boxing trainer, despite wanting to blame you and bonnie, knows he can't, has to tell the other lad not to be fucking stupid "the peaky blinders will have your fucking balls lad!"

🍀 Bonnie spits at the boy further provoking him so thst the lad takes a chance and tries to hit Bonnie. Of course Bonnie knew it would happen, was secretly itching to knock the prick who'd insult his girlfriend out. Which is what he does. One punch is all it takes to send the other boy limp amd out cold against the ring.

🍀 The boxing teacher would kick the two of you out, telling you fuck off, but you and bonnie would leave laughing, knowing that one word from Tommy will put bonnie back where he belongs in the ring.

🍀 When you were back out of the city, walking back to the settlement along the side of the canal, he'd probably try to stop you, try to talk seriously to you about you not doing that again. "Really dove i mean it, its dangerous for girls to be out round there on their own..." "Wasnt on me own i was with you..." "Aye once you got to us maybe...but what if somet happened to yous when you were walking eh? How can i protect you when im in the ring?"

🍀Poor bonnies concern would be genuine, thered be nothing you could do to convince him otherwise. He'd much rather you stayed out in the country with the families than tried to follow him into the city

🍀But after that fight hed be feeling particularly protective and possesive over you, he wouldnt be leaving you alone until he was dragged away from you...

🍀And obviously the story of what had happened would get back to Tommy and Bonnies father, and the teasing would be relentless, if somewhat quite brotherly/fatherly... Honestly no one would have expected the lad to have it in him...

Isaiah

🐀 Would be keeping you secret because you were a little younger than him and also because you were extremely pretty and extremely shy and he just knows that in front of a bunch of Peaky Boys you would Suffer.

🐀He also knows theres no way you could defend yourself if something happened to you, so he doesnt want to risk anything happening.

🐀And youre actually quite a good girl to him, you wouldnt have disobeyed him if it wasnt important... But it is important...

🐀When you burst into the Shelbys betting shop looking for your boyfriend it was because you were already in trouble! Some Italians had been harassing you when you were at the market, even when youd tried to leave they had followed you, theyd shouted something down the street after you "oi peaky girl" and youd known then that they knew your secret and they wouldnt stop following you until they caught you

🐀So youd ran. Faster than you could really run, your lungs burning, tears threatening your vision as you tore down the street to the Shelbys shop. You knew it was where Isaiah spent his days and you knew he was the only place you would feel safe now.

🐀When you burst in through the door you caused quite the commotion, so out of breath you could barely speak, your hair falling down, windswept and ragged, your chest rising and falling just as ragged as you tried to catch your breath.

🐀Someone, a woman tries to talk to you, demanding to know who you are but all you can say is "Isaiah, Isaiah get..." and as if your voice had summoned him he appears from out the back.. "Oh fuckin hell... Y/n what the fuck happened to..." he'd be at your side in seconds helping you to your feet, brushing your hair out of your face trying to see if youre injured.

🐀Its then that the Italians burst in after you, its obvious theyve chased you, that they are "whats happened,"

🐀He'd push you behind him, his hand moving slowly away from your side to reach for his gun. He'd be watching the Italians with rigid concentration, his adrenaline shooting about his blood.

🐀"Alright whats going on here eh? Which of you italian fucks thought it would be a good idea to chase some poor lass through the streets of small heath eh?"

🐀At this point Finn and Polly would both be watching, you would be tucked behind Isaiah still breathless and shaken. Polly would try to usher you away but youd refuse, not wanting to leave Isaiahs side, only feeling safe when he was in touching distance

🐀 John would have heard the disturbance and come out from the back, his own gun raised too.

🐀"Why dont you two cunts wipe those stupid fuckin smirks off your ugly faces and get the fuck of Peaky territory!" Isaiah would keep talking, keep threatening as if no one else was around. He'd reach for his cap as if to remind them what happens to men who fuck with the peaky blinders and then he'd shoot at the men, firing repeated shots into them. John would probably have to intervene when both men had slumped back against the wall and Isaiah was still firing.

🐀 "Jesus fuckin... That was fuckin brutal..." breathes Finn glancing at you and then Isaiah. John cuts in making a joke, smirking at Isaiah "she'd better be either your mother, your sister, your girlfriend or your daughter mate or Tommys gonna have your balls for this mess..." he says nodding to the blood and the two dead men.

🐀Youre stood behind him still, shivering, when he turns to you, arms wrapping around you, hand cupping your cheek. He only chuckles at Johns joke, too preoccupied with checking youre alright, asking you what they did.

🐀Youre apologetic "know you told me not to come round here saiah but they wouldn't leave me be and i got scared and i... I knew youd be here..." "shh love, you did the right thing yeah... You did the right thing..."

🐀From now on he'll remind you to come to him whenever youre in trouble, he'll ask you what youre gonna do if you get into any trouble every single time he says goodbye to you.

Michael

☘️ Michaels been keeping you secret because youre part of a much bigger secret... Your his love, but also his secret weapon against Tommy.

☘️ Because youre an heiress, from one of the wealthiest families in the country, and he knows that your family are a weapon to be yielded agakbst Tommy. But only if Tommy doesnt get to you first.

☘️ Michael thinks that if you get introduced to Tommy and the Shelbys, then Tommy will set his sights on you, he'll try to fuck his way into your good books and steal you right from under michaels nose

☘️ So michaels keeping you secret... Thats why youre never to come to Birmingham. Youre to wait for michaels visits when he comes down to london.

☘️ However its been far too long for your liking, several weeks since you last saw him... And even writing isnt enough, when you read his letters and he tells you he cant come to see you yet.. Hes busy... Tommy has work for him.. Well

☘️ You miss your man. But it also makes you want to visit this Tommy shelby and give him a piece of your mind.

☘️ So thats what you decide youre going to do... You travel to Birmigham and you head straight to the Shelby offices where you inform the secretary you have an important meeting with Mr Gray which cannot be delayed.

☘️ When michael sees you, hes in a state of shock, blinking at you in disbelief. Hes a little annoyed that youd break the rules like this, shaking his head as he stands warily. "No, fucking... No y/n you shouldnt be here what are you doing... Here?"

☘️ Youre a little irritated he isnt happy to see you and though youre about to snap back at him you don't... And you dont because you feel a chill behind you, someone else is in the doorway.

☘️ When you turn to see Tommy Shelby behind you, his hollow cheeks and sunken in eyes, you understand what people mean when they say he looks as cruel as the dead...

☘️ And so suddenly, all that hurt at Michaels apparent dissapointmen to see you, all that hurt is channelled into anger directed at Mr Shelby himself

☘️ You turn around and launch into a verbal attack, really giving him a pieve of your mind explaining just how awful you believe him to be for keeping your Michael busy.

☘️ Tommy just stands their, eyebrow raised, looking between you and michael a little perplexed.

☘️ He talks over you "Michael would you mind telling me who the fuck this girl is and what the fuck shes doing in my accounts office?"

☘️ "Don't you fuckin talk over me Tommy Shelby, I've heard all about you and i wont be intimidated by..."

☘️ Tommy would silence you by grabbing you by the face, your cheeks squished shut to stop your talking, his hand gripping your jaw tight.

☘️ "Alright sweetheart ive listened to your little speech eh, now you're going to listen to mine... Your michael is busy now yeah, hes got a meeting with me and ive important business to talk through with him, so why dont you fuck off back to finishing school now? Run along yeah..."

☘️ Youre glaring at Tommy but he has frightened you, hes an intimidating man especially when hes manhandling you the way he is just now.

☘️Theres a moment of silence before Michael cuts in, his voice stern. It might have taken him a second to find the voice to defend you but hes certain now.

☘️ "Tommy leave the girl alone..." when Tommy ignores him blatantly, he snaps "I said fucking let go of my girlfriend Tommy, fuckin listen to me when im talking, let her go..." he'd get right up in his cousins face, practically snatching you away from Tommy and putting an arm around you protectively.

☘️ He'd kiss your temple and tell you to wait outside but you wouldn't go, glaring at Tommy with tears in your eyes, real angry tears.

☘️ "Perhaps you ought to teach her some manners then Michael, or i might have to educate her myself..." you recognise the undertones in his voice and you feel rage and fear twist together inside you.

☘️Michaels nostrils flaring as he grips tommy by the collar, the two of them glaring, refusing to break eye contact with eachother.

☘️ When they finally do they shove eachother away from one another and Tommy leaves, slamming the door behind him, "shed better be fucking gone when i come back Michael... Fucking gone alright?"

☘️ Michaels definitely going to laugh at you a little "reckon no ones spoken to our tommy like that since he was three years old..." but hed also tell you to never tell do it again.

☘️ "hes unforgiving y/n... You need to promise me eh, never speak to him like that again..."

☘️ Youd end up being introduced to the whole family after that, with the hopes that a formal introduction would smooth things over. It would be icier than antarctica between you and tommy however. At least Michael would be safe in the knowledge of your loathing for Tommy... Youre not going to fall for his charms.

#peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders

[thebadgerclan]

Question

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: The most important question...

A/N: It’s been too long since I’ve written for my Sasha, and I need some stress relief from school lol

Y/B/S is your birthstone

Aleksander paced, fighting to control his breathing.  He wiped his palms on his kefta, worrying his lip between his teeth.  There was a ball tonight, and it was at said ball that Aleksander would ask you the most important question of his life.  He was sure of your answer, but even so, worry and doubt clawed their way through him.

You were the daughter of an Earl, but that hadn’t meant your life had been easy.  Your mother had died in childbirth, and your father had wanted a son.  He’d provided the bare minimum for you, what a father was required to give his daughter, but nothing more.  Your position at court was yours because you’d fought for it; because your intelligence and wit had paved a path for you that your pathetic excuse for a father had refused to.

That was what put you in Aleksander’s life, and from the moment he laid eyes on you, his fate had been sealed.  Yours was a passionate love, a true, undying love, one that burned hotter than an Inferni’s flame, that ran deeper than the depth of the True Sea.  Aleksander had never been so besotted, so hopelessly in love.  If you denied him…..he couldn’t even entertain the notion.

He wanted to be yours, completely and irrevocably yours, he wanted to care for you, provide for you, treat you like the goddess you were.  And Saints willing, he soon would.  “Aleksander?”  Your voice broke him from his stupor, and he turned to face you.  “Are you alright?  I said your name five times.”  If he was breathless before, he was certainly breathless now.  You stood before him in a gown of burgundy silk, the neckline sweeping below your collarbones, sleeves falling from your shoulders.  Your hair was twisted into a braid, and glittering rubies hung from your ears and neck.

“You are simply a vision, my love,” he said, taking your hand and kissing it.  “Perfection.”  You felt yourself blush, and hooked your arm through Aleksander’s as he led you into the ballroom.  You were soon swept into conversation as Aleksander was pulled away by his advisors, but you managed to find each other for the first dance of the evening.  When Aleksander found himself alone at the refreshments table, he felt his heart begin to pound once more.

What if she says no, what if I embarrass her, what if she hates me, what if I mess up, what if, what if what if–  “Aleksander.”  You laid your hand on his arm, and with a single touch, all his fears and worries vanished.  “Yes, my love?”  “Something’s bothering you.  You were staring at the wall and fidgeting.  Are you alright?”  Of course you’d noticed his nerves, you knew him better than anyone else.

You knew everything about him: his wretched past, the lives he’d taken, the mistakes he’d made, how long and hard he’d fought.  And you’d never turned away, never shied from him, never feared him. You loved him exactly as he was, loved each and every flaw, and that was all he’d ever wanted.  “I’m just fine, Y/N.  There’s something I want to ask you, thought.”  At once, your full attention was on him, and his nerves returned in full.

“From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew I was yours,” Aleksander began.  “And every moment since then, I have only become more sure.  You saw a broken, flawed, imperfect man and chose to love him exactly as he was, and I will be forever grateful for that, my love.  I know that life has not been kind to you, but you have handled every challenge that it’s thrown at you with grace.  I will care for you, Y/N.  I will love you unconditionally, I will provide for you, I will cherish you, worship you, if you do me the honor of continuing to love a flawed and broken man.”

With shaking hands, Aleksander reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring.  Glittering black diamond and Y/B/S set on a silver band.  You covered your mouth as he sank to a knee  “Y/N L/N, please, do me the greatest honor of making me your husband.  Marry me, Y/N, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you how deeply and endlessly I adore you.”  The party had halted around you, watching as Aleksander professed his love for you, and you felt tears well in your eyes.

Aleksander had never shied from you, never judged you, never balked at your lack of pageantry for your status.  Other men would have turned their noses up at a nobleman’s daughter who had such wit, who was well read, who knew her worth.  Things you’d had to do since your father wanted nothing to do with you.  Aleksander loved you exactly as you were, loved each and every flaw, and that was all you’d ever wanted.  “Aleksander….yes!”  For the barest second, he thought he’d misheard you, but then you were nodding, tears spilling over.  “Yes!  Yes, I will marry you! Yes, yes, yes!”

He stumbled to his feet and caught you as you threw yourself into his arms, spinning you around with glee.  People cheered around you, but you didn’t hear them; you were laughing with joy, crying with elation.  You wrapped your arms around Aleksander’s neck as he twirled you, his own around your waist.  “Oh, my love!” he said, tears of his own falling.  “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me!”

An elated giggle left your lips as he set you down and pulled you into a kiss, dipping you towards the ground.  His hands splayed across your back, ensuring you wouldn’t fall, and you tipped your chin to deepen the kiss, never wanting this moment to end.  Aleksander was never this affectionate in front of others, but damn it, he was happy.  And if he wanted to kiss his fiance, then he would.  

When he righted you, Aleksander kept you in his arms, resting his forehead against yours.  “I swear it, Y/N, you will never want for anything.  I will move the heavens for you, just say the word.”  You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his.  “Just love me, Aleksander, that’s all I’ll ever need.”  “That, I am more than happy to do.”  He took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger before lifting it to his lips and kissing it.

“My Y/N,” he whispered.  “Moya lyubimaya devushka.”  My beloved girl in Old Ravkan, your heart fluttered.  “Your Y/N,” you replied, kissing him again.  The rest of the ball passed in a  blur of well wishes and congratulations with Aleksander’s arms around you the entire time.  The murderous looks shot at you from girls around the room didn’t go amiss, but any worries were soothed by your fiance’s lips.

“Pay them no mind, my sweetling,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms around your waist.  “I always have been and always will be completely and utterly yours.”  “I know,” you replied.  “I just don’t like other people looking at what’s mine.”  Aleksander’s heart skipped several beats, and he’d be lying if your statement wasn’t a bit arousing.  “Well then,” he said, spinning you around so you were facing him.  “Perhaps we should show them who's I am.”  And he kissed you again, and again, and again, until all you could think about was him.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

[youkeepmehigh]

Simon “ Ghost “ Riley x psycho fem reader - You were at a bar by yourself and Simon decided to keep you company, you certainly liked this Simon guy a lot. Does a one night stand turn into two nightstands? 18+ kinda just wanted to write some adult content lol

British Lady Pink

Chapter One?

You huffed looking at the time on your phone it has been thirty minutes and this guy hasn’t come yet, he wasn’t coming. Definitely wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been stood up by some prick so it doesn’t bother you, you thought he wasn’t gonna be like the others though. Oh well, better luck next time.

“ Waiting on someone? ” a deep voice asked, you hadn’t realized someone had even came up to you. You looked in the direction of the voice seeing a rather large muscular man with a skull mask on, you had to admit he had your full attention. “ Oh, no not anymore at least. ” You said locking eyes with him, god he was majestic, you wondered what was underneath the mask. “ Mind if I sit with you? ” he asked tilting his head slightly making your stomach feel like it was in a knot, was it him or the attention? Probably both. “ I don’t mind at all. ” You said flashing him a small smile.

He sat down across from you the both of you keeping eye contact the entire time, you felt like he was testing you because of it, trying to see how long it’d take to break you. “ What kind of guy would leave a beautiful woman like you in this place by yourself? ” he said making you smile a bit harder, you shrugged your shoulders and shyly looked down at your hands on the table then back at him disappointed at how fast you folded. “ What’s your name? ” he asked keeping his eyes on yours. “ Y/n ” you said starting to examine him a bit more he seemed relaxed yet very focused on what you had to say, it wasn’t everyday a guy listened to you. “ Y/n, pretty, it suits you. ” he said the way he said your name almost made you melt.

“ What’s yours? ” you asked keeping your composure, not wanting to show him he was having an effect on you. “ Simon. ” He said letting his travel down your body, you could tell he was trying his best to keep his eyes on your face but the revealing dress you were wearing certainly had an effect on him. “ Well it’s nice to meet you, Simon. ” You said in a soft tone watching his eyes go from your breast to your face. “ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. ” He said copying your tone. “ It’s getting late, I should head home now. ” You said checking the time, you pick up your purse and stood up.

“ Let me walk you home, I don’t want you walking by yourself. ” He said standing up as well, you simply smiled at him and started walking towards the door he was a bit confused but still followed you, he even held the door open for you. “ You sure are a gentleman. ” You said walking through the doorway. “ You sure are a pretty lady. ” He said softly as he walked beside you. You laughed at his persistence, he looked at you with a confused expression. “ What’s so funny? ” he asked. “ Hm? ” you hummed calming yourself down you couldn’t hear him over your laughter. “ What’s so funny? ” he repeated. “ Nothing, just the fact I’m not sleeping with you. ” you said grabbing his hand looking up at him with doe eyes. “ Aw, really? ” He asked looking down at your intertwined fingers then back at you. “ Really, but who knows I might change my mind. ” you said in a seductive tone, batting your eyelashes at him.

After a few minutes of converse with Simon you were at your house. “ Changed your mind? ” he asked as he walked you to your doorstep. You grabbed his hoodie strings and slowly pulled him down to height. “ I’m feeling lonely, one night won’t hurt. ” you whispered in his ear.

And just like that he was practically ripping off your clothes and covering your body with hickeys. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom, you were on couch sitting on Simons lap he already had all of clothes off in such little time.“ Simon~ ” you moaned as he sucked on your breast. You started grinding on him wanting more, you definitely needed this. “ Fuck, impatient huh doll? ” he huffed putting his hands on your waist making you grind harder on his bulge. “ Mhmmm. ” you hummed one of your hands trailing down to his waistband, your eyes traveled down as you pulled his dick out of his pants, your eyes widened a bit seeing his size, would you even be able to take him? Whatever you’d make it work.

You lined his tip up to your entrance and slowly lowered yourself on him, getting a small moan out of him. “ So tight and wet. ” you heard him mumble as he threw his head back, his hips thrusted into you out of instinct. You whined at the pain but quickly stopped when the pain started to turn into pleasure. You started slowly raising and lowering yourself, putting your hands around his neck and slightly squeezing. “ Fuck I knew it I fucking knew it. ” he said smirking at you. “ Knew what? ” you asked squeezing your cunt around him. “ That you were a freak. ” he said rolling eyes to the back of his head from the pleasure. “ Just let me take care of you love. ” you whispered in his ear while your played with his blonde hair.

Simon loved being in control but having you do most of the work was kinda nice, he was slowly losing himself as he got closer and closer to cumming. What type of witchcraft were you performing on him? Why did he like it? “ Fuck baby, I’m so close. ” he mumbled, his big strong hands gripping on to your ass. “ Oh hon I know. ” you said as you started going faster. The loving tone in your voice practically gave him butterflies, he started mumbling to himself and to your surprise he came early, making you slow down a bit.

“ Fuck… ” he said looking at his cum as it dripped out of you. He’d never came that fast before. “ Your not not done until I’m done. ” you whispered in his ear this time with a more demanding tone catching him off guard. You continued at a fast pace getting small moans out of him, some of his moans were more like grunts, he probably didn’t wanna lose all the masculinity he had left.

“ Your sensitive huh? ” You teased getting no response just a small glare out of him, you giggled at the look he gave you going faster starting to feel his dick hit your g-spot. “ Aw is Simon having a little tantrum? ” you teased as you felt your orgasm coming. “ You know it’s sensitive. ” he said trying to fight back his moans. “ It’s not my problem. ” you said, the knot in your stomach was about to snap. “ Of course it isn’t. ” He said starting to feel himself getting close again but he didn’t want to cum before you again, he’d feel defeated.

You were taken by surprise when Simon grabbed your waist making you go faster and harder. “ Oh my god… ” you moaned losing yourself in the pleasure, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, when that knot in your stomach snapped it was absolutely euphoric. Shortly after you Simon came resting his head against yours. “ Mind if I stay the night? ” he asked softly with a hint of tiredness in his voice. “ I don’t mind at all. ” you said smiling a bit to yourself.

#cod #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost

[dc418writes]

Diamonds vs Stones

✨Pairing✨: sugardaddy!Lloyd Hansenxsugarbaby!black!reader

Summary🪄: Overhearing a conversation makes you question your relationship

⚠️: age gap (reader is in mid to late twenties, Lloyd is in early 40s), lil angsty, kinda ends in fluff though (Lloyd’s actually a little sweet), mention of nudity, degrading Harvard women, mention of bullying, mentions of happy adult fun times, spanking

A/N🎙: Hey guys! So the topics in this I feel like is a bit of a different direction for me and what I usually write (at least I’d say so since I’m mostly all fluff with a touch of PG-13 lol). And I’m saying all that to ultimately be honest in hoping that it’s not cringey or anything, and of course if there’s any warnings/labeling of characters I’m missing to please let me know

Bare feet padding closer and holding two freshly opened beers, you softly smile to yourself hearing the two men in the entertainment room alternating between cheering and berating—well, more so berating—those in uniforms and helmets on the tv scattering along the green field. They weren’t able to do it much, but whenever Lloyd and Danny Carmichael were able to hang out, it always made your heart swell. It was like watching an adorable play date between children that just so happened to include talks of recent targets and new torture methods.

“Gentlemen,” you nod setting the sweating bottle on the coaster next to an appreciative Carmichael before walking behind the leather sectional to set your boyfriend’s in his hand.

“Thank you ma poupée (my little doll),” Lloyd smiles gently patting your bottom as you turn to walk away. A short giggle escaping your lips when he winks and blows you a kiss you happily return. “Sure you don’t want to watch the game with us sunshine?”

“If you can call it a game really,” Danny chuckles along with his closest friend before taking a long sip from his bottle.

“No it’s okay, I’ll let you boys have your time together. Plus there’s a pie in the oven that needs tending to.”

Collecting the empty bottles, you’re just outside the cracked door about to journey further down the hall to the kitchen when the mention of your name in their conversation peaks your interest. Should you be eavesdropping? No, but they’ll never find out.

“Y/N’s a real sweetheart.”

“Yea,” Lloyd smiles setting down his now half full bottle. “I lucked out with that one.”

“Can always count on the infamous Lloyd Hansen to find someone to lick his wounds whether it was after a game in college or now after a mission,” his closest friend grins stretching his arms along the back of the couch. “All of them so desperate and willing to be the one to heal ole Sniper.”

Excuse me?

“Like I was the only one. Pretty sure I remember getting blown off more than a couple times when you found a few friends yourself.” The lean man only smiles to himself removing his glasses to clean a smudge from the corner.

“That’s the thing about Harvard women. They might have high IQs, but they have extremely low self esteems.”

“And even higher libidos.”

Hearty chuckles rumble through their chests as they clink their bottles together before their berating starts again due to a terrible play resulting in an interception. You don’t hear anymore of their nostalgic memories, quickly strutting to the kitchen and roughly tossing the empty glasses into the garbage.

Was that all you were to him? Just a desperate groupie of sorts eager to be used?

“I most certainly am not,” you state to yourself frustratedly tapping your foot as you wait for the timer to finish on your currently browning dessert.

“Y/N doesn’t compare to those ‘I never felt pretty because I was bullied in middle school’ minnows though. She’s in a league of her own.” Hearing his friend so smitten over someone has a proud warmth spreading along his chest.

Whether Lloyd would admit it or not, Carmichael knew wedding bells were surely on the horizon.

“You better stay on your toes then. Anyone could be looking to swoop in.” The assassin doesn’t quite like the way those words sound spilling from his partner’s alcohol tinged lips, turning in his seat with muscular arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I’d like to see them try.”

“Relax I wasn’t talking about me. What kind of friend do you think I am?,” Carmichael lightly shakes his head. “Although I can’t say I wouldn’t try if you weren’t in the picture.”

Just as quick as he finishes his sentence, Lloyd has his pocket knife brandished reflecting the light from the chandelier over head as he tilts it back and forth.

“Please don’t make me ruin this couch. We just got it from Milan.”

-

“Thank you for everything Y/N. And that pie?! Incredible.”

“Well thank you I’m glad you liked it,” you smile handing him a small Tupperware with a couple more slices. “And it’s no problem. You’re family and family always gets taken care of here.”

“Such the little hostess,” Lloyd whispers in your ear as his strong hand on your waist brings you closer into his side. His pink lips tenderly pressing against your temple before his attention turns toward his friend. “So, same time next week?”

“Afraid not. I’ll be out the country dealing with some things, but I’ll let you know when I’m back.”

Wishing each other a good night, you both watch to make sure Danny makes it to his Porsche—tossing a final wave or two—and out the seemingly mile long driveway off the compound before going back into the warmly lit mansion. Lloyd’s mouth attached to your neck the whole time as he follows you into the kitchen with his body pressed firmly into your back and hands roaming and gripping from your chest to your core.

You’d easily be putty right now practically begging him to ruin you if it weren’t for his earlier words ringing in your ears.

“Lloyd please, I need to clean up,” you state immediately halting his lips and making him lift his head with furrowed brows.

“Correct me if I’m wrong-and don’t bother because I know I’m right…but Lloyd is not a name for you to call me sunshine.” The way his hand grips your chin turning your face towards him is a warning, but you could care less feeling extra bold tonight.

“So when someone asks me your name what am I supposed to say? Honeybuns?”

His chuckle isn’t an amused one.

“Don’t play dumb, it’s not a cute look on you.” His grip tightens causing a squeak of a whimper to crawl up your throat, meanwhile his other hand pulls a cherry from the nearby bowl to place on his tongue. “Now we had a good day; had a nice visit from a friend. Don’t ruin it by giving me a headache yea?”

“…I’m sorry.”

Narrowing his eyes, he doesn’t fully believe you are. He can tell something’s ticking behind those doe-like brown eyes, but he’s willing to let it go being in an overall good mood.

He pulls you closer to kiss your lips before letting your chin go. His long legs sauntering to the circular dinner table to take a seat. “Prove it by getting me another slice of pie chérie (darling).”

Oh, you’ll get a slice alright.

Cutting a good hunk of a piece, you place it in the microwave for a few seconds to make sure it was warmed to his liking before moving to get the whip cream from the fridge. You flash him a cheeky smile not so innocently licking the leftover white cream from your finger you gathered along the nozzle. A slight moan vibrating your chest while his oceanic eyes never leave you and fingers drum along the hardwood.

You step closer and closer with hips gently swaying until you’re standing in front of the now smirking man. He thinks he’s got it all figured out, but oh how wrong he was.

“If someone’s feeling extra needy for her monstre (monster) now that she finally has him all to herself, all she has to do is say so rather than try to brat her way into getting what she wants.”

Flashing your fakest smile, you easily tip the plate until the whip cream, crust, and the caramelized apples inside fall onto Lloyd’s crotch causing him to groan from the uncomfortable heat on his sensitive area. It’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his skin and angry glare that bore into your soul though.

Stand strong, it’ll be worth it. You might die, but it’ll be worth it.

“Wouldn’t exactly say needy is how I’m feeling right now.”

In the blink of an eye, your wrists are held behind your back and body twisted until your front is pressed against the table. Your flowy, flower printed summer dress flipped up to expose your lacy clad bottom as your cheek uncomfortably rests on a placemat. You try to wiggle free, but his hand strongly smacking your bottom once then twice has you stilling and “ow’s” falling from your mouth.

“What’s your problem?! Not get enough attention when all I’ve done today is dote on and compliment my darling girl?!” Another smack. “Say how wonderful of a hostess and housewife you were.” Smack. “Fill her up just how she likes not once, but twice today!”

The next few smacks are harder than the others making tears drip down your face twisted in pain.

“Would’ve been three, but now I’m thinking three weeks with nothing!” Watching you softly sob while your body trembles with each additional blow has a demented smile creeping along his lips. “Aww don’t cry now sunshine. And you know what? For safe measures, maybe I should use the plugs? Take away your toys too so you don’t get any ideas. Even try to hunt down a chastity belt..and don’t think I can’t sunshine!”

“T-Then I guess y-you’ll find some other d-desperate chick to lick your wounds,” you manage to speak having controlled your cries long enough. His hand hangs beside his body for a few moments before meeting your sore, and surely reddened, bottom one last time causing you to helplessly yelp.

His muscular frame easily allows him to maneuver your body that you’re now facing him with soaked lashes and an indented cheek—along with throbbing lower ones. His palm caressing the side of your throat and thumb gently grazing the hollow spot at its base gives your body a moment to reset and relax knowing this was now “nurturing” Lloyd in control.

“Mm..being nosy,” he calmly states as your hands nervously wrung behind you.

“O-Or you talk loud…” Beginning to knead the back of your neck with his warm fingertips, it makes your heart pick up its pace anticipating his grip to tighten and your vision to eventually become blurry any minute now.

Instead though..he just grins to himself, and you dare not move, speak, or do anything unsure of his next step. That was his speciality after all, keeping everyone—including his own men at times—guessing and on their toes.

He claimed things were more fun that way.

“Well if that were the case, you would’ve heard how those past women don’t deserve the be in the same room as you, nor can they hold a candle to the ethereal beauty and existence that is you my dear.”

“…really?,” you quietly ask. Your curled lashes fluttering and mouth set in that adorable pout Lloyd would eagerly kill for.

“Do you think I’d be so incompetent to waste my precious time gladly spending hundreds and thousands of dollars on someone who I knew didn’t deserve it?” Your shrug causes a sigh to slip past his lips seemingly annoyed that you weren’t getting it already.

“Those women were only good for one thing, and after? They were gone faster than a sack of roadkill at a hillbilly convention. But you, my infuriating gumdrop, the moment I saw you there was nothing more that I wanted to do than give you my time. My money. My love. Everything I could offer that I knew no other man ever could.”

The brush of his soft lips against your forehead, cheeks, and finally resting on your lips has a giggle erupting from your chest and a new pep coursing up your spine. It’s immediately replaced by guilt though at nearly burning your love’s family jewels.

Your arms wrap around his neck raising on your tip toes to carefully peck up from his neck to his jaw and that spot below his earlobe only you knew of. It was the tell tale beginning of one of your apologies that would lead to you begging to make it up to him and a very long night that ran into the early morning.

“I’m sorry my maniacal bon bon. I just overheard and then it made me feel like-like…nothing. As if you’d easily get rid of me at any moment like the others.”

“But you should’ve known better sunshine. What do I always promise hm?”

“To take care of me.”

“And haven’t I been doing a good job?”

“Better than good!,” you smile excitedly pouncing onto his body like a koala on its favorite tree. His hands grasp under your thighs to steady you as you shower the smooth skin of his smiling face in kisses.

“I know,” he chuckles passionately meeting your lips once more before tapping your already tender bottom for you to get down. “Now, you know your little tantrum hurt daddy..”

“I know.” Your downcast gaze towards the tiled floor below is interrupted by his large hand gripping your chin and forcing your eyes to his calm ones.

“So what happens next?”

“I get punished like the ungrateful brat I chose to be,” you sigh.

“Very good! For that I’ll try to go easy on you,” he winks patting your bottom and causing you to whimper. “You are gonna clean up this mess, and my pants, while I enjoy the lovely view. All the while in proper attire of course.” That meant fully nude and gagged so you couldn’t complain even if you wanted to.

And if Lloyd was feeling extra cruel, that could mean the special panties only he could control. Luckily it didn’t seem like he was in that kind of mood tonight.

“Then after I say you’re done,” he explains removing his white pants and tossing them at your feet before sitting cross-legged in the metal chair, “I’ll fix you a nice bath and be sure to pay close attention to my sweetest peach.”

His hand soothingly rubbing up and down your bottom makes it hard to leave feeling yourself getting lost in the comfort. You know you need to move though, and soon, if you want that bath and more of his strong hands all over you—in a caring, loving way that is.

“Thank you honeybuns.”

“Of course sunshine, now hurry up before that stain sets.”

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[turtlecleric]

waddles into your inbox and does the Nicholas Cage steepling hand meme

Ok friend, I gotta bone to pick with you. Respectfully of course.

Now I ain't much of an 18+ reader, not really my gig ya know. I ain't too comfortable with it, so you're probably asking then why are you reading it?

Well friend, let me tell you. Because it makes me think. Your stories specifically. Many a times I've had to put my phone down and I've been caught by my roommates with the most intense look on my face.

My friend once said that something is considered art if it makes you feel something, anything, whether good or bad. And let me tell ya Miss Cleric, you've certainly got me feeling somethings.

You certainly have a gift with words as well as speed (like dang sis how you write so fast so much?!) and you use them most expertly, and to that I tip my hat at you.

I hope that you take care of yourself and remember that you are valued and appreciated just as you are ok honey? You don't have to do anything to work or earn love. You are worth loving and experiencing simply by existing mkay? 🧡🙌🏼

Also, if and only if you're feeling up for it just because I need some closure, can we get a part 2 of the recent Rise Raph snippet? I really wanna see how Raph responds when he finds out what happens and how it goes down when Y/N gets out of surgery. Like I would love to see the recovery trauma of having to talk to someone close to you, even when it wasn't necessarily their fault

Or I’d love to see your twist on using hypnotism, but if and only if you’re feeling up to it. If not and if this is too forward then I totally understand.

Just make sure to take care of yourself ok? 🧡

Oh my goodness gracious y'all are really spoiling me with these sweet messages!! I'm so so so glad people are enjoying what I'm putting out there!! Thank you for reading and for being so kind 😭 I'm endlessly flattered that people think my writing is good. And the fact that I can make you think, make you feel things... man. That's like. The dream. To do that with my writing. So hearing that I'm succeeding - that makes me really, really happy. Thank you smmmm 🥰

I don't feel like I write very much or very fast tbh 😅 took me about a week to write I Know Now, for example, which wasn't even a full 3K. But uh. Being obsessed with the turtles and getting ideas that I really like does help a lot I won't lie lol

I'm trying my best to take care of myself! Not always succeeding but trying at least! You're so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 thank you. And this is true for you as well!! We're all worthy of love 💕 even when it doesn't feel like it. (Pounding this into my own head)

Ahhh Raphie boy. I really put him and reader through it. I would like to maybe write a second part, but if I do, it won't be for a while. It's such a hard topic, and it took me hours upon hours to write part one. It is on my mind though, to write a part two. When I get the time, energy, motivation, etc. And oh my GOD. Hypnotism........... Donnie recording Hypno's power and figuring out how to tweak that and use it in the bedroom... or even some kind of dead dove fic involving hypnotism... oh I would love to tackle that... [stares at my current pile of WIPs and winces] at some point...

Side bar- When did I become the type of person who has multiple WIPs??? I can't believe this. [Points at turtle fam] This is all YOUR fault!! /j /lh

I will try to take care of myself!! I hope you do the same!! Thank you again for the sweet ask. I will definitely be thinking about a part two for Raph. If you want, you can subscribe to that fic on my ao3 so that you're notified if I post a part 2! (Same username - I just made it this weekend! Haven't finished putting everything up yet, but What Did I Do? is already there!)

Anyway!! Thanks again!! 😊💕 I hope you're having a good night!!

#asks #ngl I've thought about hypnotism before. now that I know at least one other person is interested in it............ hmmmmmmmm

[nixie-writes]

Hi! I was scrolling and saw some of your angel dust works and I thought they where really good! I genuinely started crying while reading the touch starved reader one lol. So I was wondering if you could write angel dust with a trans male reader? (he/him or it/its pls) basically like Angel walks in on the reader in his binder and gets confused while reader has to explain to him that he's trans lol :))) ofc no pressure!!

Hey, I love this idea so much!! We need so much more representation of trans folk in this community and pride month is getting even closer, it's time to be very proud of ourselves! Not gonna bother with a cut on this because it's pretty wholesome! Angel just lived in a different time period and didn't quite learn any hints towards trans people and learns from his lovely (and quite dashingly handsome) s/o. You can tell I had a good time writing this, even if it's a little on the shorter side. Enjoy and I love you!! (Someone please ask me to do a part two to this where Angel defends his trans male s/o from some antis so I have an excuse to dump my ideas of Angel and his trans male s/o this is very important to me.)

Angel tore open another dresser drawer, digging around in the poorly bundled lumps of clothing. He needed that bra and he needed it tonight. He had this new burlesque gig to pull up on and he’d be double damned if he wasn’t going to show up every other dancer in there. Issue is, he needed that bra and he’s been through his closet, Nuggs’ little bed made up of various things found around the hotel, his dresser drawers…Maybe someone else had a bra his size, he could think of one person who seemed to love collecting different bras of different sizes. Yes, [Y/N] had to have something. Leaving his mess of a room he descended a flight of stairs, took a sharp turn to the left, followed the hallway, took another left, hallway, right turn, finally arriving at [Y/N]’s door, with their name on a plaque beside the door. He tapped his knuckles against the door a few times and there was certainly some scuffling on the wooden floor but no response. Maybe they were busy. Shrugging Angel turned on his heel with the full intent of jokingly asking Vaggie for a bra just to piss her off. So he did. Following the hallowed wings he’d grown so used to he entered the common room where, as expected, Vaggie, Charlie and Husk were each at another post. Husk with a half empty beer bottle playing solitaire because he can’t play Poker against himself. Charlie attending the front door, patiently awaiting another lost soul to wander in and ask about a room. Vaggie slouched into a chair, scrolling down some app aimlessly. She looked bored as hell and it was Angel’s time to ruin it. 

“Vaggs!” He cheered as he approached the slender silver-haired woman. Her one eye shot up at him, immediate suspicion in her gaze. She bluffed an uncaring persona, turning her focus back to the phone in her hand. “Is it a serious question this time Angel?” Her voice sounded agitated already, meaning this would be even more fun. Raising his eyebrows and grinning wickedly he quipped, “can I borrow one of those black lacy bras of yours? I don’t care if it’s the one with Charlie’s name on it I just need one f-” he hadn’t finished his half joking question before his face was smashed into the chair arm. He was expecting that much at least but what followed wasn’t quite up his alley. “Fucking puta, asking the most depraved questions like une dolore nel mio culo go bother someone else.” Vaggie released his head from the arm chair and after taking a deep breath of air he replied, “fine, I’ll just see if [Y/N] answers the door, I’m sure they won’t mind lending me a bra.” Vaggie quirked an eyebrow for a moment before realizing Angel was serious. 

“No, no, that’s not - not the best idea.” Vaggie spoke quickly, setting down her phone with visible concern in her one eye. “You don’t ask them about bras, you don’t ask them about panties, nothing like that.” Angel felt his childish grin fall. Why couldn’t he ask them about underwear? Why not specifically female underwear? 

Charlie chimed in, “it’s not our place to say anything but, just trust us it’s a sensitive topic.” She insisted from her perch at the door. Angel could now feel his lips pull down into an active frown. What did these two women know about [YN] that he didn’t? A little less excited about his burlesque he trudged up the stairs, taking the same route, back at the door with [Y/N]’s name embezzled beside it. He tapped his knuckles against the door, harder this time and another set of scuffling feet moved around but still no answer. Angel was done with this, he tossed open the door and walked in haphazardly, closing it behind him immediately. He scanned the familiar room until his eyes landed on [Y/N], standing almost entirely undressed surrounded by different items of clothes, most looking like crop top tanks, and other unrecognized articles of clothes. Ignoring the situation he stepped closer, his voice hushed as he spoke. 

“I knocked on your door, you didn’t answer I know you were in here. I need a bra for my show tonight. I asked Vaggie and she was a bitch and when I said I’d ask you she said-” he was silenced by [Y/N] freezing in apprehension. He’d struck a nerve. Their voice shuddering a little, they asked softly, “...what did she say?” Snorting Angel responded, “some cryptic shit about ‘don’t ask about bras or panties’ and Charlie had to say ‘just trust us it’s personal’ or whatever. What do they know that I don’t?” His eyes were fixed on the smaller figure cowering under him, practically quaking in fear. He was expecting a terrible answer. They had another woman’s clothes in their room and the two girls were covering for them? They were actively doing something with someone and the girls were covering? They were covering something. The answer he received was unexpected and blunt, yet well received. 

“Angel I’m trans.” Oh. Oh. “Transgender? Like, born the wrong gender?” He had to make sure he heard correctly, and [Y/N] nodded slowly in response. “See these are binders, I use them to make my chest flat.” They motioned to the crop top tank - no, binder - they were wearing. “I’m trying to find the one I like most. This is all new and I asked Vaggie and Charlie to keep it a secret. Some people don’t accept this kind of thing. I’m sorry.” They sounded genuinely apologetic and never met his gaze and now Angel felt like shit. 

“Well, fuck...Here I was thinking all sorts of terrible things about you, and you’re just in here trying to like your body. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have stormed in.” He apologized in return. There was an awkward silence for a moment before he asked, “So what are your pronouns and what do I call you?” [Y/N] beamed a little, smiling as they replied, “I use he/him pronouns and it/its is good too, and you can call me [Y/N].” Angel quirked a smile in return, he liked how it sounded. 

“Alright, well, I got a few hours until the show. Want me to help you pick out your favorite binder, my lovely prince? Hell maybe I’d look as good as you do in one of these.” He was teasing a little but he was genuine, he wanted to see [Y/N] happy in his body and Angel was happy to help. [Y/N] accepted the offer, immediately tossing a specifically pink and white colored one at him. “Try that one, I had it commissioned. Your name is written on the back of it.” 

He already knew what he was wearing to the show. 

#Hazbin Hotel x reader #Hazbin x reader #Angel Dust x reader #Angel Dust x trans reader #Angel Dust x transmasc reader #x trans reader #x transmasc reader

[romanoffsbish]

Chapter 28.2: All Our Firsts 🥵

Chapter 28 | Masterlist | Chapter 28.4 |Words: 4,954

TW: Slow. Burn. Full. On. Soft. Smut.

SoftTop!Natasha x Virgin!Reader

Please bare with me as this is the first time I have ever written a full on smut lol

⚠️Please skip the chapter if you're not 18+‼️

It's not written from either's direct POV, and it is pretty long.

I wrote it separately as well, so that it's skippable for anyone not comfortable with SMUTTY content. 🥺

Will label once the full on smut starts. 🤪

As soon as Natasha had made it to the car, she put a giggling Y/N back down, and sweetly smiled at her. She gently kissed her lips, then opened the back door for her to climb in. She looked over to make sure Y/N's secure, then she mindlessly reached over to interlock their hands, and instructed the driver on where to take them. The car ride back wasn't rushed, it was a slow ride, and that proved to be a blessing as it allowed the women time to think.

This might be Y/N's first time with someone, but in a way it's also Natasha's first time too. She's not inexperienced in the slightest, there's a reason she's well known for her seduction tactics. Sure, she's been with people from all walks of life, she's even inadvertently slept with the enemy. Contrary to the popular belief though, she's not one to just sleep around; mission's of this caliber usually end after she's trapped them in her web. She's had a few one night stands, and slept with her handful of partners, so she's most certainly well versed.

She's just never been intimate with someone that she's loved before, so she's beyond nervous. To her, this time is the only one time that's ever mattered—it has to be perfect.

Of course Y/N's nervous too, but shockingly she's in much better spirits than Natasha.

Her nervousness primarily stems from her excitement to take this next step. She obviously trusts Natasha with everything in her, starting with her heart. She's taken such good care in every step with Y/N thus far, that she doesn't fear what's to come, she welcomes it. The other side of her nerves comes from her inexperience in this area of life. She's a virgin in all aspects, she literally only just had her first kiss the day prior. She's worried that she won't live up to her girlfriend's hopes, which deep down she knows is crazy. Natasha's made it clear that she worships the ground Y/N walks on, but it does nothing to change Y/N's fears of inadequacy.

"Ladies, we've arrived." The driver announces, pulling both women out of their thoughts.

"Thank you." The women reply in sync, as they exit the car with their hands remaining intertwined.

As they eagerly make their way through the lobby, Natasha informed the y/h/c that she needed to stop at the front desk; urging Y/N to keep going, while handing over the secondary door key.

"I'm right behind you, dorogoy." Nat reassures her girlfriend, squeezing her hand once more, and sending her off with a sweet smile.

Y/N swiftly enters their room, and selects a dark green lingerie set out of her suitcase. She decides to take this undetermined amount of alone time to freshen up. Moving to the bathroom, throwing her hair up, and jumping into the shower to simply rinse the day off. Allowing the warm water to briefly relax her, and release some of the tension that's holding her mind captive.

She steps out, drying herself off, then begins to lather herself in Natasha's favorite—vanilla and rose—scented lotion. Then she steps into her emerald, high rise lacy thong. They fall directly below her belly button, and they seem to accentuate her butt perfectly. She then slips the matching lace bra on, clasping it in the front, and properly adjusting herself into the cups.

She then spritzes her wrists with Black Opium, placing the plush white robe over her body, and tying it in a way that grants just enough of a visual. Finally, she lets her hair fall freely from its tie. Taking one last look into the mirror, as a sense of pride washes over her at her put together appearance. Y/N lets out a deep sigh, unaware of what awaits, and as soon as she feels brave enough she opens the door.

While Y/N was freshening up, Natasha was working to make the night as special as she could. She wanted to give Y/N an experience she could only wish she had when she had lost her virginity. She knew Y/N well enough to know she'd want some alone time; which gave her the time she needed to work some magic. As soon as Y/N had entered the elevator, Natasha discussed romantic amenities the hotel might have with the woman at the desk. Since it's Paris, she wasn't at all that surprised with the wide variety of options that were available. She settled upon a middle of the road package, not wanting to overwhelm her partner or to come off as if she was trying too hard.

Slowly, and quietly she entered their room, grateful to hear the shower running. She swiftly moved around the room, doing her best to set the perfect mood. Strategically, she began to place scentless candles around the room, opting out of scented in an attempt to not overpower the ambience of the night.

She then moved to empty a bag of rose petals onto the bed, shaping them into a heart; opting for sincerity, she formed their first initials in the center, with a plus symbol in between. As soon as she deemed it perfect, she began to look around the rest of the space for imperfections.

Once she found none she moved towards the vanity to fix herself up. However, as she went to do so, her super spy hearing kicked in. She heard the room service cart rolling down the hallways. Not wanting a loud knock to disrupt Y/N's peace, she moved to intercept the interruption. As she thanked the gentleman for the cart, she heard the shower shutting off. She swiftly rolled the cart with the champagne, chocolate fondue, and assortments of fruit and cakes to pair with it into the room.

She then quickly moved to remove her outer most layers, leaving her in a red lingerie set, that fell gorgeously atop her body. Spraying the air around with her Lost Cherry perfume, and walking through it, spraying it once more—directly onto her wrists. She then checked herself over once more, feeling slightly nervous as she scans over her scars, unable to not wonder how Y/N will see her. Shaking the insecurities from her mind, as she placed her robe over her body, then turning around just in time to meet Y/N's gaze.

The women smiled warmly at each other, then Y/N's gaze not so coyly drops. Her eyes trail over Natasha's only slightly covered body, and her breath hitches, and mouth runs dry at the sight of her perfect figure. As she trails her eyes back up and across Natasha's face, she stops as she sees the familiar smirk taking its place. She feels as her cheeks begin to heat up at the thought of being caught.

As Natasha approaches Y/N, she takes small, cautious steps. Suddenly stopping, and leaving just enough space between them for Y/N to close. Y/N catches on, swiftly moving forward to close the space, then she gently drapes her arms over Natasha's shoulders.

"Hey." Y/N sheepishly whispers, as her confidence falters slightly, and her gaze drops.

"Hello there, moya lyubov'." Natasha whispers back, reaching to gently lift Y/N's face back up, and leans forward to gently peck her lips.

As Y/N moves to deepen the kiss, Natasha pulls back.

"Natty..." Y/N whines, annoyed by the sudden loss of contact.

"Y/N/N..." Natasha mockingly whines back, pulling away and reaching for her hand.

Y/N reluctantly takes her hand, and allows her to drag her towards the prepared bed. As Y/N looks down, she notices the previously empty route to the bed is now littered with rose petals. As they near closer, Natasha abruptly spins Y/N, pulling her into her side, and making it so they were both facing the bed.

The y/h/c gasps, partially from the sudden movement, but mostly at the display that's now in front of her.

Her eyes instantly fill with appreciative tears, as she sees the perfectly sculpted heart, and the "N + (Y/F/I)" that's written within it. Then to the right of the bed she sees a cart with a bottle of champagne on ice, and the two accompanying flutes. Next to the flutes, she notices a fondue is set up, with a plethora of options for dipping at the ready. Shock, that's the state she's in—her heart begins to beat rapidly, as her hands are starting to sweat, one would assume she's having a panic attack. She's simply overwhelmed, all because she's just never experienced a pure love like this.

"Detka, what's wrong?" Natasha begins to panic, noticing her girlfriends increasingly distressed state.

Natasha doesn't hesitate, and moves to wrap her arms firmly around her lover, aware that Y/N sometimes needs touch to be grounded. After a brief freak out, Y/N's heart begins to regulate in the redheads embrace.

"I'm okay." Y/N squeaks out, slowly untangling herself from the embrace, and bringing her gaze up to meet her concerned girlfriends.

"Are you sure you're ready? Because there's absolutely no pressure Y/N/N... I will wait however long you need for you to be ready. I could even live with it if you were never ready. Being with you is more than enough for—." Natasha begins to ramble, completely oblivious to her girlfriends now adoring expression.

Y/N reaches out for Natasha's hands, gripping them both to get her attention. Once she looks up at her, Y/N's reassuring smile seems to be enough to cut the rambling short.

"Natty, slow down. I'm more than ready, I promise—I wouldn't have initiated if I wasn't. It's just—seeing all the effort you just went through, it slightly overwhelmed me. I wasn't expecting any of this, it's just so special, and I needed a minute to just take all the love in. Everything's perfect—you're perfect!"

Natasha can't help but to smile at her words, she feels like she's barely done a thing and yet

Y/N's already claiming the night to be perfect.

Natasha moves to the tray, pouring out the champagne, then handing Y/N her flute.

"I'm far from perfect, but thank you anyways. I'm sorry that I overwhelmed you, that's the opposite of what I intended to do. How about some liquid courage? We'll take this at your pace, you call the shots tonight."

Y/N nods, and extends her glass out towards Natasha, who catches on and meets her in the middle.

"Cheers to our love." Y/N murmurs, taking a massive sip of the bubbling drink, and grimacing at the new flavors taking over her tastebuds.

"Cheers to our love." Natasha repeats back, clinking her glass to Y/N's, and slightly sips on her drink. Smirking over her glass as she sees Y/N's face contort into a look of disgust.

"That's absolutely horrible." Y/N humorously whines, but finishes the drink nonetheless.

"I'll have you know, this is their most expensive bottle." Natasha teases, taking the empty flutes and setting them to the side.

Natasha turns away, and begins to light a tea candle to begin the fondue melting process. As she turns back around she's met with a slightly more exposed view of her girlfriends body.

Y/N's seemingly loosened her robe, allowing it to fall from her shoulders, leaving her collarbones, and the lace of her bra exposed.

Y/N looks at Natasha, with a faux innocence shining within her eyes, and Natasha feels this carnal desire that's raging within.

"Dorogoy, if there's any chance that you're having doubts, you need to let me know now." Natasha husks out, as her eyes are drinking in the sight of Y/N's exposed skin, and her eyes  bloom with lust.

"Natalia, I'm all in..." Y/N gently reassures her lover once more with a gentle smile, that Natasha immediately returns.

Y/N maintains eye contact with Natasha, while slowly untying her robe, and allowing it to hit the floor. Then she leans in to whisper into Natasha's ear:

"Now, take what's yours."

"Fuck..." Natasha breathlessly stutters.

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That's all the confirmation she needs before she's crashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Natasha's lips are quick in their movements, as they depart from Y/N's lips, moving down her jaw, and then landing firmly upon her pulse point. Y/N gasps as she feels her gently nipping at her skin, then again as she begins to suck fervently. While she continues to move her lips across the y/h/c's collarbone, desperate to leave behind her marks, her hands move to untie the loosely fitted robe that remains on her own body.

Natasha's pace slows slightly, as she has no intentions to rush this. The desire for the woman in front of her might be off the charts, but her need to treat Y/N with care supersedes. She gently trails her lips back up her jaw, slightly nibbling as she does, living for all the subtle noises she's able to pull. She then lands upon Y/N's already parted lips once more. The kiss is slow, and tender—everything she intended it to be—to show the woman just how loved she truly is. She places her hand behind Y/N's neck, then moves the other to behind her back, moving to secure her against her. Slowly, she moves to guide her until the back of her knees hit the bed frame. Throwing the cover with the roses aside, and then guiding her until her back meets the mattress. Slowly pulling back, as she's now standing at the foot of the bed.

"Jesus, Y/N/N, you're absolutely gorgeous." She breathes out, looking over every inch of her lingerie covered body. Running her eyes over every curve of her body, then moving to straddle her hips. Watching as her chest rises and falls rapidly, as she is clearly trying to regulate her breathing. Leaning back against her thighs, as she finally just takes a moment to take the sight beneath her in. Y/N's eyes are tightly pinched closed, clearly anticipating the redheads next move.

Slowly, she runs her fingers down her sides, lightly scratching as she does. Y/N's skin flusters beneath her touch, and her lust blown eyes open to meet the playful gaze of the woman above her.

Once they lock gazes, Natasha lightly smirks down at her, as Y/N stares back up at her in genuine wonder. Natasha firmly places her hand onto Y/N's shoulder for stability as she reaches over her. Hips gently rolling against Y/N's, all while her breasts begin to teasingly spill out of her bra in direct eye-line of Y/N.

Y/N's breath hitches at the sight, as she feels this new sensation bubbling within her lower abdomen.

Natasha then grabs a strawberry and dips it into the fondue pot. Gathering an abundant slathering of chocolate, and slowly leaning back against her thighs once more.

She looks back down at the woman beneath her with the same smirk, who's now staring back in curiosity. Without warning, she takes the slightly cooled down strawberry, and slowly drags the strawberry in a straight line up Y/N's stomach; starting directly above the line of her panties, then lifting it as she reaches below the clasp of her bra.

"This needs to go..." Natasha husks, reaching to unclasp it and watching intently as the cups fall onto the bed, and Y/N's breasts are released.

Natasha groans at the sight, dipping her finger into the pot, then tracing the chocolate over her erect nipples. Y/N gasps as the warmth overwhelms her senses, and Natasha leans forward to place the strawberry to her lips. Y/N stares into her eyes, slowly parting her lips, welcoming the strawberry into her mouth, and moaning at the sweet taste.

Natasha groans in response, then swiftly returns to Y/N's lower abdomen, laying her tongue flat against her skin, working to swiftly lick up the mess she's made, stopping to mark up her perfect blank canvas. She moves her lips to take Y/N's left nipple into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around, cleaning the chocolate off, and then sucking harshly. Y/N's body arches upwards, and Natasha places a gentle hand to her abdomen. Guiding her back into the bed, as she begins moving her ministrations to the other breast. At this point Y/N's gasping for air, as her body is instinctually writhing at this new sensation, as her body heats up, and she can feel this newfound intensity that's slowly building up between her legs. Natasha can feel the urgency in Y/N's bodies movements, so she releases her nipple with a pop, gliding up to kiss her sweetly, as she lays her body firmly against hers in an attempt to ground her.

"Relax, dorogoy, I got you. I promise I'm going to take such good care of you." Natasha lowly husks into Y/N's ear, lightly pulling the lobe between her teeth, while rolling her nipple between her fingers. This elicits a whiny moan to tumble passed her lips, as Y/N's body instinctually rolls her hips upwards in search of the much needed friction.

The sweet moan drives Natasha absolutely feral, as it sends another pang of arousal directly to her core. Immediately her lips smash into the y/h/c's, as she takes her off guard she slips her tongue passed her parted lips. Gliding her tongue over hers, exploring her mouth once more, and reveling in the sweet remnants of the strawberry's juices. Their lips are moving feverishly against one another's, Y/N has one hand entangled in her red locks, while her other arms wrapped around her back, holding her flush against her. She slowly traces her fingers across her back, and gently pulls on the clasp of Natasha's bra. Natasha begins to smile into the kiss, and then slightly chuckles against her lips at the action.

"Go ahead, take it off." Natasha challenges her.

Y/N begins to fumble with the bra band, trying to do it one handed, and failing miserably. Natasha pulls away slightly, hovering over her, and smiling down at her while she's pouting.

"Oh, lyubov', don't just give up." She teases, then slyly pinches her fingers in front of her face. Y/N whines at the teasing, then tries again, this time succeeding in pinching just right. The bra slips off her shoulders, Natasha moved swiftly to discard it, accidentally swiping Y/N in the face with the clasps as she tossed it.

"Oh, detka, I'm sorry." She laughs out, collapsing into her and burying into her neck in embarrassment, as the women chuckle in unison.

As the laughter dies down, Natasha lightly bites into her neck, receiving a moan, then tracing her tongue over it to bring some relief, successfully redirecting the mood back to where it once was.

"I can't wait any longer to taste you, my sweet girl." Natasha groans, and moves quickly down her body, marking her as she goes, until she finally reaches her thong.

"Shit, you're absolutely soaked." Natasha gasps, marveling at the sight, pressing her finger firmly against her clothed core, watching as Y/N sharply inhales, and her body jolts in response.

"I'm going to remove this thin little barrier now." Natasha states, but in a questioning manner of sorts, and Y/N catches on.

"Please do..." Y/N whimpers out, Natasha immediately loops her fingers through the bands and swiftly pulls it down her body. Following through by removing her own pair.

"Sweet girl, please don't be afraid to tell me to stop. Remember our safe words we discussed earlier?" Natasha says, as she begins to suck and nibble on her thighs.

"Mhm." Y/N hums, not really trusting her voice in the moment.

"Let me hear it..." Natasha commands, slowly inching closer to where the poor woman needs her most.

"Red for stop, yellow for I need a minute, and green for I'm ready."

"So, what are you at right now then?" She questions, placing gentle kisses at the height of her thighs.

"Green.. Natty please.. It hurts." Y/N whines, no longer able to bare the tension that's built up between her legs.

"I got you, moya lyubov'." Natasha gently rasps out, as she places a gentle kiss to her core, and inhaling her lovers intoxicating scent.

No longer wanting to hold back, Natasha lunges forward, and licks a broad stripe across her slit, groaning at the taste of her arousal.

"Shit, you taste even better than I expected."

Natasha then uses her fingers to gingerly part her lower lips, as she breathes in the heavenly scent once more. She slowly pushes her tongue out, lightly flicking at the exposed bundle of nerves, and lightly chuckles at the way Y/N's body squirms at the simple action.

"Relax." She mumbles against her core, only causing the squirming to increase.

She reaches up, firmly laying her arm upon her to hold her in place, gently tracing her fingers across her abdomen to calm her. Then she trails her fingers up, and palms her breast then pinches at her nipples while she lunges forward to start devouring her. She expertly rolls her tongue through her folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of her tongue. Y/N's body is gently writhing beneath her hold, and she's whining lowly. Natasha moves her focus to the woman's swollen bundle, moving to suck it in harshly. Peeking over to see Y/N's biting her lower lip harshly, enough to nearly draw blood. Natasha desperately wants to hear whatever noises she can pull, so she increases her pace. Releasing her clit, she traces her tongue down slowly, then swiftly pushes through her throbbing entrance. Y/N's thighs instantly tighten around her head, causing her to have to use her arms to push them back down. Refusing to stop her movements, pushing it in as deeply as she can. As Natasha continues to dart her tongue in and out of her entrance, Y/N's body begins to move against her, as she feels her walls begin to constrict around her tongue. While still holding her thighs down, she gently moves her hand up to reach Y/N's clit, gently rolling the nub beneath her thumb, pulling a gasp from the shy woman. As her walls tighten ever more, Natasha can tell she's close, so she increases to an almost animalistic pace. Rubbing, and pinching roughly at her clit, while darting in as far as she can against the resistance. Swirling her tongue inside, prodding at her walls, and holding her steady while the tension nears its peak. 

"Let go, detka." Natasha mumbles against her core, sending pleasant vibrations through her body, while shoving her tongue in swiftly once more. At the combined actions, Y/N releases a high pitched wail, as her orgasm comes crashing down. Natasha continues to slowly push her tongue into her, gently tugging at her clit, and doing her best to prolong her orgasm. As Y/N's legs begin to still, Natasha gently pulls back, then places a kiss to her clit, as Y/N's body jolts at the action.

Natasha slowly kisses up her body, trailing her fingers up her sides gently, trying to comfort her while she's coming down from her high. She places a sweet kiss to the valley of her breasts, and then gently hovers above her so they're face to face. Looking down to see Y/N with her eyes screwed shut, lip caught between her teeth, as she's deeply breathing through her nose.

"Open your eyes pretty girl." Natasha whispers, her breath fanning across Y/N's face, as she lovingly smiles down at her. Y/N slowly opens them to see Natasha's deeply blown out gaze, and her glistening face—a mixture of Y/N's arousal and her own sweat. She lets out a shaky breath, then smiles back warmly.

"What color?" Natasha questions, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to her nose, then another to the side of her neck as she moves down. 

"Gre-een." Y/N stutters in a whisper, voice slightly cracking as she does.

As Natasha breathes against her neck, Y/N pulls her lip back between her teeth as she begins to anticipate her lovers next move. After taking a moment to breathe, Natasha pulls back to meet her gaze once more.

"Moya dragotsennaya devochka, I want to hear you, no need to hold back those pretty sounds." Natasha whispers as she hovers above Y/N, using her thumb to coax her lip from between her teeth. Then lowering down to connect their lips in a slow, yet feverish kiss, while she slowly edges two fingers into Y/N's dripping entrance, slowly moving them around. She moves to swallow the whine that instantly leaves Y/N's lips, trying to ease her through this new feeling. Natasha pushes her tongue passed her lips to redirect her attention, eliciting a moan as Y/N's now tasting herself for the first time.

"Sh-it." Y/N brokenly croaks into the kiss, as her body tenses.

"Shh... Breathe moya lyubov'. It's going to hurt for a minute, but it'll start to ease any minute.  Color?"

"Yellow." Y/N whispers, and Natasha leaves her fingers inside but stays still. She gently places kisses all over Y/N's face, to her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, then landing once more to her lips. Pressing firmly in a clarifying kiss, and slowly moving their lips against one another, until Y/N whispers the go ahead.

Natasha slowly moves her fingers around inside, scissoring her fingers within, bumping against the spongey walls, and reveling in the sweet moans escaping Y/N's lips as they cascade passed her ears. Y/N's hips begin to slowly move against her hand, urging Natasha to begin thrusting. As she finally pulls out, then thrusts back into her, Y/N's releases a strangled moan, and Natasha feels as her own arousal drips down her legs.

She's desperately in need of her own release, so she sets forth to chase her own high at the same time. Y/N's legs are slightly bent, so Natasha straddles her left thigh. Gently rolling her hips, and choking as her throbbing core finally gets the friction its been yearning for. Stuttering in her movements for only a second, she begins to thrust into Y/N with a newfound fervor, while rolling her hips at an insane pace.

Y/N's moans increase in volume at the sensation, but also at the view she's drinking in. Natasha's mouth is agape, while she uses Y/N's body for her own pleasure. Her breasts are bouncing with every movement she makes, and it just furthers in turning Y/N on. She feels as Natasha's wetness spreads across her thighs, and her core pulses as she hears Natasha release a moan. She feels her own wetness dripping as it glides down her ass and onto the sheets. Her second high is quickly approaching, and Natasha can feel it.

"Come with me, detka..." Natasha moans, increasing her pace against her thigh, and also between her legs.

The women reach their peaks one after the other, and Natasha collapses into the y/h/c's chest, while sliding her fingers out of her. Bringing them up to suck into her mouth, and moaning at the now familiar taste as it overwhelms her senses. Y/N lays her hand on Natasha's head, slightly scratching at her scalp while both women work to regain their breathing.

"I want to taste you too Natty..." Y/N breathlessly whispers, as she's coming down from her second high.

Natasha groans at the admission, so she lazily runs her fingers across Y/N's thigh, and collects hers arousal. Rolling onto her stomach atop her girlfriend, she then leans her chin on her abdomen, then slowly raises her fingers up, and holds them to her lips.

"Shit." Natasha whines as she watches Y/N parts her lips to welcome her dripping fingers, and begins to swirl her tongue over them. Slightly sucking as to collect all the arousal off them, then releasing them with a pop.

Natasha looks up at the exhausted face of her girlfriend, as Y/N returns her gaze with a dopey smile.

"You're going to be the death of me, detka." Natasha groans, as she climbs up to place one last kiss upon her lips, both moaning as their tongues meet, and the taste of their arousals mix.

"I hope not, I'd really like to do this again."

Y/N genuinely says as they pull apart, and Natasha falls into her chest in a fit of laughter.

Y/N tightly wraps her arms around Natasha, holding her as close as possible, and traces shapes along her back with her fingers.

"You know, you really were the finest piece of art in that museum today dorogoy... You're even prettier with my marks all over you though..." Natasha breaks their peaceful silence, as she moves her hand to trace the freshly formed bruise on Y/N's breast.

Y/N laughs boisterously at her statement, and Natasha can't help but to feel her heart constrict at the sound, falling deeper into her warm embrace, and even more so in love.

The night was more than either women could've ever dreamed it to be—perfect.

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Your Favorite — Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As the summer comes to a close, Spencer and Y/N start feeling a shift in their relationship. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, thigh riding, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, one line of daddy kink,  Word Count: 4.3k exactly, love how that turned out lol

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NOTE: Thank you all for sticking with me through this long wait, I feel so bad for having to keep putting it off. But I’m very proud of where this ended up, and I’m so glad you’ve all been so excited about it! I had so much fun writing this story, so again, thank you very much for reading and indulging me in this weird fantasy lolol ❤ Love you guys! And, as always, thank you to the lovely Em ( @boldlyvoid ) for being my beta for this series! Your feedback and support has been a big help from the start, ILY

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AUGUST 12th

"I don't wanna hear a single word, understand?"

Not like I have a choice; As soon as the harsh whisper leaves Spencer's mouth, his hand is covering my own and my back is being pressed up against the wall of the storage closet.

But that's all he does. I wait for him to make a move, but instead he insists on being a tease.

"What? You've been trying to get my attention all night, and now that you have it, you're not gonna do anything with it?"

"I want you to do it for me," I mumble into his hand.

He shoves me harder into the wall and slots his knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and making me sigh.

"You wanted it so bad... So take it..."

Watching the amusement dance through his features as I grind down on his leg and whine into his mouth only excites me more, right next to the knowledge that downstairs the house is congested with people visiting to celebrate my mom's new promotion at work.

Needless to say, it doesn't take me very long to start feeling my stomach tense. My hips are wild as they roll over his leg, whines spewing from my mouth and into his hand. I look up into his eyes, doing my best to show him how much I could never grow tired of this, and he returns the favor by lifting his leg higher and giving me more friction.

In no time at all, I'm shuddering against him, feeling his hand press harder into my mouth to muffle the high-pitched whines that I can't help but expel.

"Nice and quick... Good girl..." Spencer muses, slowly peeling himself away from me. "You're really looking forward to being spoiled later, aren't you..."

The grin that spreads over my face is unwavering. "Definitely. Knowing Mom, she'll be passed out cold in like an hour."

I know I'm the one who brought her up, but it still stings a little when Spencer smiles fondly. "Yeah, she's a lightweight alright... You sure you can handle all this time without me until then?"

Despite the butterflies I get when he says it, mischievous and downright delectable, his hands reach out to grab my waist and pull me closer to him, I roll my eyes. "You underestimate me."

He studies my face for a moment, a pretty smile flashing before me in the dim light before he kisses my cheek. "Sure."

And when he leaves, I wait.

Minutes later, my skin still burns from his touch.

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The moment my eyes open the next morning, it all comes back in flashes.

His lips are on my skin, travelling lower and lower...

His hands trail all over my body, featherlight in a way that leaves me with goosebumps.

His tongue starts slow, taking its time to taste me and savor every precious second.

His voice is like the sweetest prayer, whispering praises that leave my head dizzy and my heart pounding.

His lips languidly open and close around the most sensitive parts of my body, in tandem with that sweet, magnificent tongue as each action pulls sighs from the very depths of my soul.

His hands reach up and tangle with mine as he makes me come on his tongue, over and over again until I'm practically numb and the lull of sleep drags me under.

His hands now ghost over my bare skin, along my sides and down to my waist. I hum happily and push back against him when I feel it.

He's hard.

"How long before you think she wakes up?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not long... Maybe we... shouldn't risk i—"

The words fall off a cliff, never to be seen again when he slowly enters me, gripping my leg and forcing it over his own. "I'll be quick."

I can tell, though, that he doesn't want to be. It's present in the way he enters me, over and over with motions that feel rather stunted and definitely too rushed.

"Baby, no," I whine, reaching behind me to hold his hips still with one hand. "Fuck me slow... Don't rush..."

"But... Your mom..."

"Please..."

Spencer sighs, though not from exasperation. No, his breath is long and teeming with relief, hands gently roaming over the entirety of my body as his hips move slower. He's taking his time, relishing every second and feeling me gradually get more slick at his undoing.

His lips are on my neck, not providing marks to match the ones hidden on the inside of my thighs and my chest, but merely resting there. He kisses me in between gentle thrusts, letting out small whimpers of his own when I clench tightly around him.

This...

This is different.

We've had slow morning sex before, but never like this. Somehow, I find myself drifting, like I'm being carried away by his current. There's nothing but me, Spencer, and our breathing... Our bodies, our air, our souls...

This is what I imagine making love feels like.

Which is why I barely notice when it slips from my mouth— Three words that should feel more daunting due to the weight they hold and the way they ultimately change everything. And yet, whispering “I love you,” in a nearly breathless string of syllables feels incredibly natural. It’s more sincere than anything I think I’ve ever told him, so much so that I don’t even think about what it will mean in the long-run. Instead I let it fall from my lips again and again without regret or consequence.

He doesn't stop, either. Spencer continues to fuck me softly, like it's all he knows how to do. In fact, my confession only seems to make him relax more.

And that's what finally pushes me over the edge.

His name escapes my mouth in a whisper that sounds more like a plea not to leave, and he holds me closer to him. Our bodies are flush together, my back resting perfectly against his chest as he takes a few final thrusts and empties himself inside of me.

If we stayed like that forever, I could die happy.

And actually, that wouldn't be far from the truth, given that if we did stay here forever, my mom would certainly find us and kill us.

The thought makes me sigh.

"You have to leave..."

"I know..."

Spencer pulls me closer, squeezing me tight and giving me a long, bold kiss on the jaw before he rips himself away and takes my heart with him.

AUGUST 18th

Things are significantly different now.

After the morning I let slip that I love him, Spencer and I had been intimate once. We found ourselves alone while Mom was at the grocery store and instinctually came together.

It was quick, and it was fast and rough, and while it obviously felt good, something was off. But I knew it wasn't a physical problem. Like I said, it felt as good as any other time we'd been together, but it just wasn't right.

I hate it.

It hasn't even been a week since then, and I miss him. I miss our dynamic, and I miss the way I used to feel when he touched me.

So I stalk into the office and lean against the doorframe, watching Spencer as he goes through a large pile of paperwork. His hands and his eyes are moving at near light-speed, and the way he concentrates almost makes me feel bad for my intrusion—Honestly, I could have looked at him all damn day.

But there's a bigger plan in mind.

"What'cha up to?"

He looks up and greets me with a smile. "School starts in a few weeks. I'm just trying to get my coursework prepared."

"Oh... You... mind if I keep you company?"

"Not at all."

It's an innocent enough exchange, though I'm hoping I can change that. Mom doesn't get off work for another few hours, so it gives me ample time to do what I have planned.

I walk over and nudge his leg with my knee, and he lets me in. I climb on his lap, and after giving me a brief kiss on the cheek he returns to going through his paperwork.

My face turns and I nestle it into his neck. He hums softly when I kiss the skin under his jaw, once, and then twice, and then over and over in quick succession.

I can feel him smile. "What are you up to, princess?"

Hearing the nickname return in earnest makes me smile. I nip softly at his neck and run my tongue along it. "Mmm, trouble."

"Sounds like you," he mutters through a sultry sigh once I start going lower, kissing the top of his shoulder.

I slide my hands up the front of his chest and gently undo the top button, giving me access to more skin. "You love it when I make trouble..."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that."

I slide off his lap then, crouching between his legs and looking up at him with a smile. "Really?"

All he does is look down at me, his pupils growing bigger by the second. So I continue my venture, sliding my hands up the insides of his legs until I reach the belt. "So you don't love when I do this?"

Spencer sighs, helping me by lifting his hips a little and letting me slide down layers of fabric until his dick is right in front of me.

I don't waste any time, taking him in my hand and bringing him to my mouth. He's still not entirely hard yet, but I don't mind at all. In fact, I let out a happy sigh just before I press kiss after kiss along the entire length of him. From base to tip, I take my time kissing and licking along the salty skin and giving him my full attention. I pull back and admire him, I smile, I kiss and I lick and I squeeze him with my hand... And when he's finally nice and hard, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.

"Y/N..."

I hum around him, sinking further down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I come back up and repeat. It's slow. Maybe torturous even, but really I don't mean it to be.

Thankfully Spencer seems to be happy with my speed and technique; His eyes are on the verge of closing and his chest is heaving slowly, fingers gently caressing the sides of my face as I go down on him.

It's this same slow, steadying pace we'd taken before, and it's exactly what we needed.

I can feel his touch on my face, burning into my skin and marking me for all eternity. Likewise, the thick, throbbing weight of his cock sliding over my tongue and down my throat feels just like home— Like it's right where we're meant to be.

Once again, we fit together perfectly.

This epiphany sets a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, and just like that our spark is back again.

I look up and catch his eye, and he lets me keep it, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open to watch me. My pace remains consistent and slow, and and he brings both of his hands under my chin. The way he holds my face is so gentle, so loving and sensual that I nearly burst with tears at the sentiment alone, and it doesn't take long for him to start letting go.

He stutters my name when he comes, still using the pads of his nimble fingers to caress my throat. I take in and swallow each rope of cum until it's gone, and even then I keep him in my mouth, gently bobbing my head up and down just for the sake of feeling him inside me somehow.

But then he lifts me off of him and his dick falls limp in his lap. I sigh and lean down, kissing it a few times before just resting my head in his lap as he strokes my hair.

"You're right," Spencer says after a few moments.

"About what?"

"I do love when you make trouble."

We laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him.

"I know... It's your favorite."

"That it is, princess."

AUGUST 26th

I wish more than anything that this orientation would just end. My left foot is anxiously tapping the cool white tile of the floor as I wait to be next in line to grab my paperwork and get on my way— To home for what I'm sure will be a long weekend trying to find free minutes to steal with Spencer.

In another life it might have gotten tedious and painful sneaking around for so long, but I found it excited me. Sure, my feelings for Spencer were growing at an exponential rate, but ever since I visited him in our home office, we seemed to be getting back our groove— With an added flair I might add...

Each time we were together was more intense than the last. His hands got more possessive, his kisses got deeper and more passionate, and the way he looked at me?

I could swear I felt him falling just as deep as I was.

The smile it all brought to my face in that moment fell a little short when they called me next in line, and I fell into a joyful step forward to collect my things.

When I get home, though, things aren't as joyful.

The first thing I notice is that Spencer's car isn't in the driveway or even on the street. He's usually here on weekends, so I wonder if he's out for something, or even out with my mom on a lunch date or something.

I try not to think about that thought too much and step inside, hoping to at least enjoy the silence for a little while, lest they really are out together.

I think I'm out of the woods when I hear the television, a laugh track of some kind, but then it turns into the Friends theme blaring through the speakers, and my heart nearly falls into the pit of my stomach.

There's only one reason Mom would be watching Friends. She swears up and down that she hates it, but it always ends up on TV when there's one specific thing she's going through, because "Hearing them complain about their stupid problems make me feel better about my own!"

Her own problem being a breakup.

For a moment I wonder if maybe Spencer had told her about us. Or maybe she found something somehow that would give us away. I make my way slowly through the space until I reach the living room, my brain making up every possible horrendous outcome— Not even to prepare for the blow, because I know that absolutely nothing could prepare me for the wrath of my mother in any situation... I simply can't help myself from feeling guilty and heartbroken as my stomach churns and my heart beats so loud I can barely hear the TV anymore.

When I come into her view, Mom freezes and lets out a large breath of shaky air. The small tub of ice cream in her hands shakes just as much, and I can tell she's trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I've never seen her this upset before. Normally it's just anger and annoyance, but this time she looks utterly broken.

"M—Mom?" I stutter, even though she probably can't even hear what I'm saying over the TV. I still don't know if she knows about my involvement with Spencer, but I feel like she'd be more angry with me than sad, so I figure it's safe to come closer.

The moment I take a step forward, she sets the ice cream on the floor and opens her arms to me, a choked sob forcing its way out. It almost makes me cry, just seeing her this heartbroken, and in an instant I'm running to her and snuggling into her side as she hugs me.

"What happened?" I will myself to ask, even though I still have no idea what it means for me. Maybe that's selfish, but if he's taking himself out of Mom's life, surely that has to mean he's removing himself from mine as well, right? And if he's just leaving without saying anything... God, that would ruin me, too.

Still, I wait to hear what Mom will say.

"He broke up with me," is all she says, through a long and tired sigh. She mutes the TV and then holds me tighter. I can feel that there's pure sadness controlling her every movement, and it crushes me.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just... He said he didn't love me, and he wasn't feeling it anymore."

"That's all?"

"Uh huh... It was so sudden, too, like... I thought we were really getting along, and I just... I don't understand how he couldn't feel it... I felt all of it, and he just... He felt nothing. How could he feel nothing?"

I really don't know what to say anymore... It seems to me like Spencer really told her the truth and ended their relationship because he didn't feel anything for her anymore, but... I always knew he had to have felt something... I guess I just didn't realize someone could fall out of it so quickly.

The guilt overwhelms me then, when it dawns on me that I made him fall out of it so fast. I was there, taking up small moments of his time until, eventually, I'd taken up so much of it that it wasn't just his time I was stealing, but also his love. His fire, and his passion... Month by month, day by day, I was draining the love he had for my mom and distilling it to meet my own desires.

And now, here I am, in my mothers arms as she weeps over a man she truly loved, all because he and I were selfish and treasonous.

If Spencer decides he still wants to be with me after this, I really don't know if I could do it. Even after all this time... After all this trouble and guilt and glorious treason...

He could never really be mine.

———

Y/N,

I knew this day would come from the moment I met you. Of course, I didn't know how far my feelings would take me, but in the end I knew I would one day have to leave you and your mother behind.

Day by day my feelings for you grew stronger, and it wasn't until you told me you loved me that August Thirteenth that I realized I loved you, too. What we had was always dangerous, but by then my heart was focused solely on you, and I could feel your mother slipping from my grasp.

I pretended for as long as I could, but now you've taken up so much space in my brain that when Eve pulled me near, I almost sighed out your name instead. I knew then that no longer could I "keep up appearances," as I often like to tell you.

Maybe one day you and I can find our way back to each other, but for now, I think it's for the very best that we go our separate ways.

In my wildest dreams I will think of you fondly, and I can only hope that you might do the same.

Always Yours, Spencer

JUNE 19th, SEVEN YEARS LATER

There are so many things I'm thinking about when I come home tonight.

One: I'm a little tipsy and completely fucked out, which reminds me of that night I came home in the exact same state, only to find my mom's old boyfriend, Spencer, unable to sleep and to stop staring at my bare legs. The memory brings a smile to my face.

Two: My feet fucking hurt and I want to get these goddamned shoes off.

Three: The ghost of Spencer's smile when he saw me for the first time in seven years burns in the back of my mind, right next to the ghost of his hands caressing my skin like it had been the first time.

Four: How am I going to spend the rest of the summer back in town knowing what it feels like to have fucked him at all without an ounce of guilt attached to it?

Five: Am I going to tell my mom that I slept with her ex-boyfriend tonight?

Six: Fuck, I'm hungry...

My heels come off as soon as I step through the door.

The light is on, and I can hear Mom laughing in the kitchen with Adam from far away, which brings a fond smile to my face. I'm glad that she's finally happy, with someone who doesn't make me want to fall to my knees, thank you very much.

And truthfully, if I hadn't ran into Spencer at all tonight, I'm not sure I ever would have thought about that whole situation again— It was fucked up, he ended up leaving both of us, and Mom was so deeply devastated after their breakup that I didn't have the heart to tell her I missed him too. I just buried it deep down and tried to move on right alongside her, eventually erasing his memory from my mind, body, and soul.

Well, almost.

There were days, obviously, where his letter hummed inside my pillowcase where he left it, whether I brought it to college or kept it at home, or it sat soundly in my new apartment. His words were always there, spilling into my dreams and dancing with me through our memories; tangled tongues and limbs, wild nights and passionate mornings...

I'd wake up feeling hot to the touch and missing him completely.

Thankfully those days were few and far in between, and for a while I'd stopped thinking of him altogether.

But of course, it turns out that Spencer Reid is in fact, pretty damn inevitable.

That bar downtown was packed, so it was a wonder I'd even ran into him of all people in the first place. What he was doing there I didn't know. And neither do I now, because from the moment we laid eyes on each other, it was this constant state of shell-shock and fire, nothing else. He asked briefly about Mom, I told him she'd been married for four years, and then he joked about how he was surprised I hadn't tried to steal him from her.

Naturally, with that ever so playful look in his eye practically taunting me, I played to his joke and responded with a sultry smile, "The only one I ever wanted to steal was you, Doctor..."

The rest wasn't exactly a blur, but all I'm going to say is that we spent the rest of our time together at his apartment, "catching up on lost time"... And as much as I'd grown out of the submissive role sexually over the years, I found myself crawling back, submitting to him like I'd done it a million times over. And, really, I might as well have.

It's like we'd never stopped.

That being said, I declined his offer to stay the night and told him to give me a call some time before I left to go back to Seattle. Though, not without giving him a thousand goodbye kisses that were rather counterproductive.

Thinking about it makes my cheeks burn hot, though thankfully it's summer, and Mom won't have to question it. Though, if she does, I suppose I could keep it short and sweet and tell her the truth at the very least: that I met up with an old friend who showed me a good time.

"Hey'a, Sweetpea," she greets with a bright wave. She and Adam are obviously a little tipsy, more than me by the looks of it, but I pay it no mind. "How was you're night?"

"Great! Went to a few bars downtown, met up with some friends..."

"Oh, good, well we're glad you got back safe."

I snag a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge, then turn back around to see Mom and Adam snuggled in, sharing a smile that would make even the happiest person on the planet sick to their stomach.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of back then, when she was with Spencer, happier than ever and completely oblivious to what was going on in her daughter's life.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, taking me back to earlier in the night when he had his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth attached to my skin, spewing filthy words and praises that had me begging for more...

"I missed you, princess," he whispers, holding himself deep inside me. His fingers brush the matted hair from my face, revealing more of my saccharine smile and eyes that swim with mischief.

"I missed you too," I whine, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his ass, shoving him even farther inside me and wrapping my legs around him tighter. "...Daddy..."

Spencer loses all semblance of cool, pulling back and slamming into me with full force. I—

"Y/N?"

I blink away his memory, reminding myself of where I am and what I'm doing, finding Mom looking at me with a curious gleam in her eye.

"What are you thinking about?"

With a small smile, I nod in her direction. "Oh, uh... You'll never believe who I ran into tonight."

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The Needs of Pain (part 2)

A/n since y’all liked part one!!

... i think i could make a part 3?? we’ll see lol 

This is the LONGEST thing i’ve written on here wow,, and the smuttiest 

Warnings: teasing, oral, unprotected sex (pls this is my first time writing full smut be gentle lol)

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Exhaustion is an odd result of pain. I didn’t think I was that tired after the burn. I certainly didn’t feel sleepy while Kirigan cleaned my shoulder and brushed his soft lips and sharp teeth along my neck to distract me from the pain. Why am I even thinking of that? Of the way his breath felt against my skin, the way his tongue soothed any bites he left against my skin. I breathe out flatly. 

Stop thinking of him. Stop thinking of him in that context--that’s why he did it. He enjoys getting under people’s skin, that’s why he’s always insulting the way I see the world. My hand reaches to my neck, touching my skin where I can still feel his lips on my skin, tracing the faint marks I had seen in the bathroom mirror.

I should have asked the healer to get rid of them before they fully formed, but the thought of showing them to anyone was too embarrassing to bear. I force my hand away, dropping it onto my pillow. 

He had acted so strange today, he had been so blunt. It was a tactic. He wants to be in my head and I’m giving him what he wants. I sigh, rolling over and pulling my duvet further up my body. It’s too hot for this. Ugh. I kick the duvet off of my legs, letting my nightgown wrinkle up my body. Strong hands could pull the fabric up in a similar, yet much more euphoric way. 

No. Who’s thoughts are these? The fact that I picture the same hands that dabbed at my burn earlier today has me questioning my sanity. I can’t sleep like this. Kirigan wanted to be in my head and now he is. Damn him. I can’t stand him which means I can never have him.

Desire has nothing to do with tolerance. The thought leaves my face warm and stomach twisted. 

I sit up sharply, sliding out of bed tiredly. I’ll get some air and everything will be fine. The moon will clear my mind.

The Little Palace is strangely twisting at night, all long shadows and yellow lantern light. I slip out of my room quickly, but my thoughts are not immediately banished with the change of scenery. I must be ill. Infection must have set in regardless of my efforts and the healer sealed it beneath my skin and now it’s impacting me. Fever. I’m delusional with fever. 

“I didn’t take you the kind for a late night trist.” 

His voice leaves the hairs on the back of my neck standing like soldiers at attention. I manifested him the same way people manifest the devil. “Air.” My defense is childish. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d get some air.” 

The sound of even footsteps leaves me frozen in place. “What keeps someone like you awake?” It’s like he can read through me. “Thoughts of me?” 

He can never know. “Obviously.” 

My sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed, he lets out an almost humored breath. “Or perhaps it’s pain.” 

The comment is so confusing I almost don’t realize he’s bringing up my shoulder injury. How had I let him see me so vulnerable? Why did he seem somewhat concerned in his own way? 

“My shoulder’s perfectly fine.” Good. A normal direction for this conversation to head. “It took the Healer all of two minutes.” 

The touch on my shoulder is so sudden I almost jump. Kirigan doesn’t shy away at that, fingers firmly brushing down the skin. “It feels the same.” 

I could scream. His strange observation means nothing to me, but the implication is enough to drive me mad. The implication that he knows my skin well enough to be able to judge whether the healed skin feels different is sickening. I’m tired of this. 

I turn on my heels, all of my tiredness and irritation twisting in me. “Even if it didn’t, it’s none of your concern.” 

“I didn’t realize you were extra irritable when you’re tired.”

Every conversation with him leaves me feeling petulant. “I’m not tired.” I cross my arms, keep my expression set. “I just--I wanted to get some air.” 

“Hm.” He takes a step forward, preparing to close the small distance I’d managed to create between us. “And why is that?” 

The question leaves me irritated in an odd way. A flat way. There’s a narcissistic entitlement in that question. An entitlement to my thoughts. I shrug. “I hoped it’d make me tired.” 

Kirigan draws his eyebrows together, curiosity and something resembling amusement playing at his expression. “If you’d like to be tired, I think I know a few ways to be of assistance.”

A faint, aggravating warmth comes to my face. Not only did my lie earn me a ridiculous innuendo, it’s also trapped me in a corner I cannot escape. Healing from the burn had left me pathetically drowsy. There’s no way he can’t see through me, a tired haze has to be visible on my face. My eyelids feel weighted and I’m too distracted by my deep longing for sleep to hold onto irritation. 

“I’m sure I’ll manage on my own.” The words are not meant to be a challenge, just a way to dismiss him. I don’t think he takes them that way. 

He draws his eyebrows together, eyes threatening to lose that curious quality. Kirigan steps forward, I step back blankly, desperate to keep enough distance to keep what’s left of my wits about me. He ignores my reaction, taking another step forward. I take another step back. My back touches the wall. I am a mouse and he’s an excited cat. 

“You don’t have to,” his voice is too low, too intimate, “I’m not sure that’s something you want to understand.” 

My chin raises just slightly, a silent protest. “Dependency is a fatal flaw.” 

“So is desire,” his reply is much too quick. “Desire is worse, because one can resist dependency based on pride...but desire, that is something that one sacrifices for.” 

Maybe if I was less tired I’d bother to interpret his words a little more. But all I can focus on is his tone--the quality of it. “You sound heavy.” My voice is as light as the night breeze I was craving moments ago. “But you always sound heavy.” It’s the wistful observation of someone slowly disappearing. “At least you’re pretty,” I muse, falling more and more distant by the second.

Something soft breaks across his features, his lips quirking. “Pretty?” 

I rest my back against the wall comfortably, eyes shutting without permission. “I’m sure I’ll regret that comment in a moment.” 

He stays silent, but his presence does not disappear. I can’t tell if I’m glad for it. The warm touch on my shoulder startles me out of my drowsy trance. Panic has me ready to jump off the wall, but Kirigan brushes his thumb up and down my shoulder. His touch sets any skin that comes in contact with him aflame. I shouldn’t find the gesture so comforting. My eyes flutter shut again, my body relaxing against the wall. When my protest dies out before it begins, Kirigan shifts closer. I’m confused, but too at peace to answer. Something velvety and warm brushes against my collar. Soft and warm and electric. He’s kissing my skin again. 

My lips part in hopes of arguing, but when his teeth graze the skin he already marked earlier I’m gone. My eyes shut again, but this time it’s different. Pleasure and drowsiness clear me of all inhibitions as his touch becomes more and more assured. I let him test me, his mouth moving against any and all exposed skin. I don’t even stop him when I feel his hands graze the hem of my nightgown, wrinkling it the way I imagined earlier. 

“Kirigan.” I need to find my strength, but what’s the point of strength when his touch leaves me so warm? The only acknowledgement of my protest he offers me is the lingering squeeze of my thigh before his long fingers begin to graze towards the inside of my thighs. I have no choice but to let his lips brush up my neck, his teeth grazing my skin the way they did earlier today. “Kirigan.” I try to sound firmer, but he destroys the rest of my sentence before I have the chance to get it out. His teeth nip the base of my neck, ruining my protest for a second time.

 Maybe if I was less tired I’d be able to fight him off a little better, but I’m so drowsy I had trouble thinking before he started touching me. My eyes shut in both bliss and exhaustion. His thumb presses into my hip. Something in me stalls as his fingers brush the hem of my underwear--testing me, challenging me. I open my eyes on instinct, but he remains unbothered, slipping his thumb beneath the only fabric that divides us in order to better grip my hip.

I stiffen because of how badly I want to melt. This is bad. This is insane. We’re in a hallway in the middle of the night and he’s General Kirigan. Whatever attraction I feel is another tactic to manipulate me. 

“We need to stop.” The command is weak, my voice as dry as my resolve. 

He angles his head in order to regard me a little better. His expression is one of mock confusion as he smirks. Actually smirks. “Stop what?” False innocence drips from his voice as he leans towards me, expression amused as his lips near my own. “I haven’t even started yet.” My eyes widen, something that amuses him. “Y/n?”

I’m left on edge. I’m left wanting. My lips part flatly, but words feel so distant. “Yes?” 

“What happened earlier?” His voice is the kind of sinful that’s meant to coax. Kirigan brushes his thumb across my shoulder, eyes watching mine cautiously. “How did you get burned?” 

I push against the sultry quality of his voice. “I told you--an accident.” 

“Hm.” His eyebrows draw together in a surprisingly soft way. I stare at him freely, but he ignores my gaze, eyes locked on my newly healed skin. Is he truly that concerned? “Whose accident?” 

I swallow once. “My own.” He still isn’t looking at me. “I’m not exactly the most coordinated person, you’ve witnessed my clumsiness yourself.” 

Kirigan is not convinced. Perhaps he will never fully buy my partial lie. His grip on me hardens. Restraint. I may not be able to win against his paranoia, but I might be able to distract him. Cautiously, I move one hand forward, touching the hand that’s on my shoulder. I hesitate. Touching him without prompting almost feels too intimate. I’m being ridiculous. I brush my fingers against the back of his palm, letting my touch trail up his forearm. 

“Y/n.” My name borders on a warning. 

I suppress a smile, playing into my sleepiness as I tilt my head to the side. “Yes?” 

He doesn’t reply, expression tightening as my hand snares around his wrist, pulling it off my shoulder with more care than I thought myself capable of. The intensity of his gaze is enough to burn me. I turn my full attention to his hand. I’d never admit this out loud, but this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about how objectively attractive his hands are. I kiss each of his knuckles slowly, brushing my lips against his skin tentatively. 

To my surprise, he allows my indulgence. I glance at him through my lashes. Kirigan’s eyes are shut, expression bordering on pained. “Kirigan?” 

He opens his eyes but his expression does not ease. His other hand leaves my thigh, grabbing the low collar of my nightgown with such a fierce speed it takes me a second to realize what’s happening. He pulls me away from the wall in a way that borders on violent. 

“I don’t know who you’re protecting, but I guarantee you they’re not worth it.” The words are acidic. He’s seething. “I grow tired of your resistance.” 

If he hadn’t transformed into something so untamed, I might have had enough gall to tell him I grow tired of being toyed with. I say nothing, instead I take in the abrasiveness of his anger, the tension of his grip on the thin fabric that clothes me. I am unflinching in my assessment in the most tired way possible, eyes struggling not to shut and body desperate to rest, but even more desperate for him. His eyes stare into mine, searching for something I am too far gone to offer. He must realize my sleepiness is genuine because he soon drops his gaze, taking his time in analyzing the even rise and fall of my chest as well as the hint of cleavage his grip on my nightgown is exposing. Pure heat finds itself in my face, chest, and worst of all---core. His staring lacks any shame. 

Kirigan parts his lips as if to speak but then instead takes a moment to lick them. The thought of his tongue in relation to lips only makes the burning in me worse. It’s practically an ache. A needy one. 

“I grow weary of your lack of understanding.” 

Understanding? “What is there to understand?” 

His head angles itself to one side but he doesn’t meet my gaze. The hold he has on me loosens just enough so that his hold on me is no longer taut. That should not disappoint me the way it does. I wait patiently, ignoring the bundle of unexplained nerves in my stomach as best as I can. Something strange colors his features when he finally looks at me again, something almost vulnerable. 

“I brought you here.” He sounds farther from me than ever. “I…” His exhale is gentle, but his expression is quick to harden. “Who are you so willing to protect?”

I must be really tired because his voice sounds like it borders on heart ache. If I didn’t fear Arthur’s safety I’d tell Kirigan everything if it meant his pain would dissipate. I never thought Kirigan’s potential pain would bother me, but now that I’ve seen him look stricken by something so weighted--now that I’ve seen the way he wears pain--I don’t want to be the one to give him that. I want to be the one to give him some kind of sanctuary. The thought leaves me with a desire to flea. 

“Will you just believe me when I say it’s no one?” In a way that’s the truth. Arthur is not particularly significant unless you’re a young Grisha female with a desire for heart ache. “No one worth mentioning at least.” 

He’s quick to retighten his hold on my nightgown, leaving the fabric taut and more of me exposed. “You being desperate to protect them makes them worth interest.” A different response than I expected. 

My lips thin. “Only because it was a small accident. They don’t deserve to be punished over the briefest loss of focus.” 

I take his silence as an indicator that he is considering my words. His free hand finds my shoulder as he pulls me even closer to him by the fabric he’s gripping. “And if I were to revoke the threat of punishment?” His voice is the definition of temptation, low and promising and coddling me with its sinfulness. I still as Kirigan leans forward so that his lips are practically on my ear. “Then would you tell me? If I released you from the binds of your nobility?” My lips part but I have no words prepared. Before I can think of what to say, his lips graze the side of my jaw before his teeth nip at the end of my ear. “Tell me just to humor me.” 

The command doesn’t make sense to me, but from his lips it feels important. “You won’t hurt them for what happened?” 

His voice seems rougher than before, “Would that make a difference?” 

“It would make all the difference.” I don’t like the honesty of my words. 

Kirigan allows one hand to trail down my waist--a gesture I consider obscenely intimate when paired with the soft brush of his lips on my collar. “I already know who.” His voice is a dark hum. “I was always going to know one way or another--but it’s good to know you would have told me.”

My stomach lurches, dread pouring into me like tar. Before fear can force me to take action, Kirigan begins to leave open mouth kisses from the top of my jaw to the bottom of my neck, taking his time to assault any spot of skin with his tongue that he wants. This reminds me too much of earlier--touches meant to distract from pain with the use of pleasure. 

“Are you--” His mouth is now on my collar, threatening to destroy my question. “Are you going to hurt him?”

At that Kirigan straightens. The sudden lack of contact leaves me cold. I shouldn't be thinking of him. Of his touch. “I’m curious,” he draws out each syllable, delighting in my nerves, “Would you bear his punishment?” 

I’m not sure. I hate that. I haven’t known Arthur for that long, and while he’s kind, he also seems to see all women as replaceable. That isn’t reason for him to endure Kirigan’s punishment but I don’t know him well enough to just blindly agree to that. I loathe myself for not being noble enough to take Arthur’s punishment instantly. 

“What kind of punishment?” 

Kirigan’s expression twists into a greedy smile. He pushes me back easily, pressing me into the wall with more confidence than ever. I’m silent in my confusion until he presses himself against me and I feel something hard and bulging press into where I’m neediest. I stifle a gasp of surprise and something similar to pleasure. “I’m sure I could think of something for you.” I’d care more about my confusion if hot need wasn’t flooding my thoughts and my body with undeniable desperation. “I haven’t even spoken to him.” I exhale, untrusting relief desperate to escape me. Kirigan is quick to lean forward, lips brushing my ear as he prepares to whisper. “I’m more likely to harm him because he has your favor than anything else.”

Warmth burns my face. “He doesn’t--he’s not exactly the one that holds my favor.”

The heat of his breath adds to my burning as he presses his bulge into my core again. “And who does?” 

I’m not sure what he considers favor, but if it has anything to do with wanting he wins. But he can never know that. “There are some contenders, but no one yet.” 

His hand moves off my hip and nears my throat. “Would it be too bold to assume I’m on the short list?”

He’s two steps away from taking me in an open hallway, I doubt he finds much bold. “Do you want to be?” 

Kirigan’s hand tightens on my throat. “I’ve made it clear from the beginning what I want.” His words are lethal and each syllable has him restricting my airflow a little more. Something in me must be broken because my neediness only worsens. “I brought you here because I see all that you could be. Forget being a Saint, we could be gods.” The sentiment is so raw it’s almost harder to bear than his tight grip on my neck. He leans close again, his scent only adding to my budding lightheadedness. “Say the word, and I could have you praising me like I’m already a god.” My stomach knots in both nerves and insatiable hunger. “Though I’m the one that would be doing the worshipping.” 

My resolve is shattered, leaving me broken and twisting. He releases his hold on my neck in order to move his hand beneath my chin. There is nothing gentle about the way he jerks my head forward, forcing me to look into his eyes. Something about the look he gives me has me melting. His eyes are searching for something in me.

He must find whatever he’s looking for because I feel his touch against my heat, fingers pressing against fabric. I bite my lip on instinct, suppressing the sound of my undoing. Kirigan’s eyes never leave mine as the hand on my chin moves to brush against my bottom lip. 

“I can only give you what you want if you tell me what that is.” 

He exhales slowly, pressing his thumb against my lip downwards. My mouth parts on instinct, something that he takes well. His thumb enters my mouth slowly, taking in my reaction as I taste his skin on my tongue. Kirigan pulls his thumb away from my tongue slowly, a thin string of saliva connecting him to my mouth. With one swift tug, his free hand pulls the only fabric separating him from where I want him most down my thighs. His expression reveals nothing as his thumb, still wet with my saliva, is pressed against my core. His touch teases my clit, just barely brushing where I need him most. The whine that escapes me is so desperate I’m ashamed I can’t help it. 

“So wet already,” his appraisal is gentle, the praise whispered against my throat as his lips brush against my neck. “So wet, so needy that you’d let me take you in this hallway and I’ve hardly touched you.” His finger presses further into me. I let out another pathetic breath. “A pity, someone like you--so painfully under cared for.” I’m reduced to nothing by his words and touch. “What I’d give to undue you here, against the wall--I’d have you crying so loudly everyone would know that I’ve claimed you, that I’ve made you mine.” Before I can reflect on his words, he steps back, pulling my underwear back up as quickly as he yanked it down. 

I let out an instinctual whine. My hand moves to his arm, grabbing him like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth. “What--” 

Kirigan squeezes my hand, a predator’s smile on his lips. “I want to feel all of you,” his hand squeezes my hip, “I can’t exactly do that against a wall, dove of mine,” he leans forward, lips brushing against my jaw in a way that leaves me chilled and melting at the same time, “At least not the first time.” 

His whisper forces my breathing to hitch, a fact that he notices with an amused look as his thumb brushes against my collar. Kirigan pulls me away from the wall easily. Even the causal touch feels electric against my skin. 

The walk towards my room is tense, his hands never leaving me as if he’s aware of how necessary it is to keep me distracted to ward off my better sense. When we reach my door, Kirigan opens it like it’s his. Entitled. Typical. 

I step into the room, his touch lingering on my arm. A brief shyness pushes itself into my chest. I had let Kirigan touch me in a public space and lead me back to my room. The door closes. I don’t turn. 

Kirigan’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “Shy, now?” His question is teasing, rekindling the fire beneath my skin as he places an open mouth kiss on my neck. He plays with the thin strap of my nightgown, pushing it off my shoulder. He kisses down my neck, collarbone, and shoulder. My inhibitions are melted away again. “When your breathing stalls like that,” his whisper is enough to elicit a desperate shudder, “I am left desperate.” 

He leans forward, mouth trailing down my chest, coming dangerously close to my breasts. The electric current of his touch is all consuming and addicting. I press my back into his chest. His hands are the opposite of shy, touching me everywhere except where I’m most desperate. Kirigan’s hand places itself between my thighs, using his thumb to tease my entrance. I let out a needy sound. And then he retracts his hand, grabbing my shoulders and turning me in one swift motion. 

“Kirigan.” 

His eyes are dark, clouded by something I don’t understand but am too aware that I reciprocate. “Tell me that I have your favor.” His words are taut, bordering on snapping. Kirigan’s grip on me tightens hard enough to bruise, an assertive need taking over him. “That you want me.”

Desire, pride, and rationality twist in my stomach, leaving me too distracted to form words. My gaze drops to the ground on instinct, something Kirigan clearly finds unacceptable because he’s quick to grab my chin and force my eyes to meet his. 

I swallow once, courage withering beneath the look in his eyes. It’s as twisted as a spindling shadow, but the look is fierce admirational, appreciation so deep I could drown in it. It scares and consols me all at once. “I want you.” There’s something pained about such powerful emotion. I loathe and am empowered by it all at once. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” The words leave my throat scorching with their sincerity. 

As soon as the words leave me, he’s closing the distance between us, the slightest exhale of tension leaving his lips before they meet mine, prepared to devour me. I reciprocate his actions on instinct alone. There is no hesitation, no space, and yet it is not enough. Not enough and yet I don’t know how to be closer. But Kirigan does. One of his hands cup my cheek, coaxing me towards him as if I could possibly have the will to leave him. He steps forward, guiding me to step back. I obey fluidly until I feel something hit the back of my legs. It’d startle me if I wasn’t so consumed by his touch.

His mouth begins to move away from my skin. I chase after him, desperate to keep him touching me. He stops me by placing a hand on my shoulder, a warning about my neediness. I pout, but as he studies me I pant. Maybe the excuse for air was a good idea. I don’t fight the uneasiness of my breathing as I hold Kirigan’s gaze. He regards me with a patience I consider unbearable, taking in the determined look in his eyes, my swollen lips, disheveled hair, and the top of my night gown that’s half falling off. 

It’s in this moment I realize how much more vulnerable than him I am. 

If Kirigan notices any shift in me, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he adjusts his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing the hot skin gently. “You are everything.” His voice is cracking glass. “Everything that’s good, at least.” 

Maybe he did notice my initial reaction because I am no longer certain that I am the one that’s most vulnerable. “You’re better than you think.” I only say this because it would only weigh on me more to stay silent. “I see it and you don’t want me to.” 

His hand continues to stroke my cheek. “I want you to see all of me.” The heavy beating of my heart seems to stall in my chest. Kirigan drops his hand before grasping the hem of my nightgown. He pulls the fabric upwards easily, bundling the fabric above my hip. “I want you to…” He exhales flatly, pulling the fabric upwards even more. Nerves flood my stomach as he leans towards me, kissing down my jaw. “To know me,” he whispers against my throat.

I am nothing but uneven breaths as he mouth moves down my chest, stalling only once he’s reached my breasts. He pushes me forward easily, guiding me so that I’m laying on my bed. He’s quick to move over me, kissing up my neck as he adjusts so that I’m against the headboard.

When he pulls away again, I’m left pouting. He grins, fueled by my disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he breathes, fingers hooking around the waistband of my underwear before tugging it down my legs easily, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” 

Being so exposed has my doubts flooding back, but Kirigan is quick to fight against my instincts in a way only he seems capable of. He squeezes the inside of my upper thigh before leaning down, pressing his mouth onto the skin his fingers just touched. His kisses here are meant to leave me even more desperate, each nip and fleeting pass of his tongue is lazy yet intentional. I am incapable of doing else besides letting out pathetic whines. 

He ignores where I need him most, kissing up my thigh, across my lower stomach, and then down my other thigh. Kirigan continues the pattern across my skin, ignoring any pleas I swallow my pride to give. He is not rushed by my words or cries or the occasional desperate adjustment of my hips. 

Kirigan lifts his head slightly, releasing my inner thigh with an obscene ‘pop’. “Patience.” His fingers trail up my thigh and over my core, teasing my entrance with his lithe fingers. “Unless you’re ready to beg?” 

It’s a challenge, like everything else. The urge to give him my pride to satisfy the electric desire I’m not sure I’m capable of bearing. But then I note his tense hold on my thigh. A sign of restraint, of want. 

“And if I want you to beg for me?” I don’t know where the words come from, but they charge the room with potential. 

Something strange crosses his fingers before his lips tilt upwards in a dark way. “Would you like the strength of that? To have someone like me powerless before you?” My face warms. Kirigan leaves a lingering kiss on my thigh before he moves off the bed. I sigh at the loss of contact, but my tired neediness stalls at the sound of his belt coming undone. “I want to see you on your knees.” I sit up carelessly, desperate to obey him. I’m kneeling in front of him in an instant, taking in his length. The size of it has me gaping. “Open your mouth.” 

I take the order more eagerly than I should, but I make no move to take him. This is just another challenge. I keep my eyes on his as I stick my tongue out before licking the bottom of his member all the way up to his tip. The sound he lets out is pure sin. I lick his tip slowly, each motion of my tongue is strategic as I finally place him in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, moving up and down slowly. 

The pace is not enough for him, he grips my hair from my scalp as he thrusts into my mouth. The motion is more powerful than I expected and I am left unable to breathe. My slight gag does the opposite of discourage him, he repeats the motion again and again, pushing himself into me until I can feel him in my throat. 

The sounds he lets out are a chorus to me, but it’s not enough. I need more control, I need a way to make him beg. I raise a hand, wrapping it around the base that I cannot fit into my mouth. I stroke him once slowly, making a point as I try to push myself back in order to make him want me more. 

He groans again. I make a point of pushing myself off of him. Precum protrudes his tip. I lick it off of him slowly. I lick up and down his member in the smallest way possible. 

“Y/n,” the restraint in his voice fuels my teasing, “Tease me and you’ll still be overwhelmed by want when the sun rises.” 

A pout tugs at my lips before I open my mouth again, taking Kirigan to my limit. He lets me set the pace of my bobs at first, but then he becomes desperate, holding me in place by the roots of my hair as he moans and thrusts into me without restraint. He ignores my choking as he continues until he throws his head back, letting out a quick praise of my name.

He finishes in my mouth and I swallow all he offers me greedly. I back off my knees slowly, throat burning as his member leaves my mouth. “On the bed.” He’s turned into something insatiable. “Now.” 

I move back to my bed, laying in the same position as before. He takes his time approaching me. When he finally gets to me, he kisses my thighs easily. I let out a small breath before something that’s pure pleasure meets my core. His tongue laps upwards lazily, grazing my clit but not quite touching it.  My hips thrust towards his face, but with hand he holds me down. A coil in my stomach continues to build as he angles himself more purposefully, tongue finally taking care of my clit. My gasps become less and less reasonable as he continues to lap at all that my body has to offer. The coil tightens, I see stars--and then, like cruelty personified, he pulls away. His absence leaves me ready to cry out. 

My desperation only fuels Kirigan as he lines himself with my entrance. Concern twists my stomach as I consider how full my mouth felt when he was in me. I expect some level of warning, but he thrusts into me with no warning. I let out a pathetic cry, but that means nothing to him as he pulls out just to thrust into me with full force again.

“Only I can hurt you,” he demands, thrusting into me as I call out his name. My eyes water at the sensation of such fullness, pleasure and pain combining themselves in a way that leaves me incapable of thought. “Your tears,” he muses, one hand moving to wipe at a tear rolling down my cheek, “Are mine.” 

His thrusts become more and more brutal, less and less even. Each movement of his body in mine leaves me begging for more and less at the same time. He continues until the coil in my stomach tenses to the point of breaking. 

“Kirigan,” I manage, voice far away, “I’m going t--”

“I know,” he offers, “finish with me, dove.” His hand finds my throat, adding the slightest bit of restrained pressure. “And do not hold in your cries.” 

Two more sharp thrusts have us both finishing, calling out for each other as we try to draw out the high of our orgasms together. 

We stay intertwined like that for longer than we should, but then Kirigan stands. I envy his ability to do so. I don’t call for him even though I still don’t want to be alone here. A moment later, I hear him approach. I’m too drowsy to ask what he’s doing as a damp towel is wiped against my forehead and inner thighs. 

When he’s finished cleaning me, some raw emotion settles in my chest. “Are you leaving?” 

Kirigan hesitates. “Not if you don’t want me to.” 

I roll over, the motion leaves my body aching. Kirigan accepts my invitation, crawling beneath my sheets and adjusting our bodies so that he can rest his hand on my back. 

--

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[pixla]

ok soooo i was wondering if u would want to write something for solomon goode where it’s like the reader is friends with him and they’re in love and eventually she finds out about him being a witch/warlock (idk what u want to call it lol) and the ending can be bad or good, idk however u want to make it there’s just not enough of solomon

Trust me

(Solomon’s Goode x fem!reader)

Warnings: witchy things, alcohol, drugs

Word count: 1.3k

“Hello Solomon.”

You grinned, lifting up your skirt as you stepped into the man’s house. Entering his kitchen, you took a seat at the table.“I brought you something small.” You handed him the bag you had been holding. A small oink could be heard from the bag as Solomon sighed in response. “Y/N, you shouldn’t have.”

“Oh, but the harvest has been so great this year, it was the least we could do.” You insisted, standing up. “Speaking of harvests.” You smiled, leaning against the table. “The full moon is tonight.” You begged Solomon with your eyes.

“No.” The man chuckled, stepping away.

“Oh come on Solomon, show a little life.” You followed behind him as he relocated the piglet.

“Nobody wants an old man like me there.”

“You’re hardly an old man Solomon, maybe old at mind but certainly just as youthful as when we first met.” You insisted.

“I’ll think about it, but don’t expect to see me there.”

You took that as a yes, of course.

—

You left him, walking down the path, waving him goodbye. You had known Solomon since a young age, the two of you growing up together despite your difference in age. He had always looked out for you and your family, even when he moved out of union with his wife. And once she passed, you paid it back. Caring for him and looking after him through his grief. You made sure he always knew how much you cared and how much he was loved.

—

You sat waiting for the sun to set, ready to spend your night drinking and letting go of your troubles. As you watched the light finally drain from the sky you knew it was time.

Fleeing from your home, you closed the door quietly behind you. The air was cold but your skin felt warm, too excited to care.

Sneaking through union, you entered the woods. The atmosphere was calm and peaceful, the woods always gave you that feeling. The moonlight shining through the cracks of the trees, you tracked forwards as you held your small basket close to you, tucked in the crevice of your elbow. Inside layed two bottles of alcohol you had traded a local man for and a loose sheet of fabric for padding.

—

Approaching the place of meeting, you watched as a small controlled fire blazed, around sat 20 or so people.

Sitting besides Kate, peaking into her basket, you smiled. “The berries?” She smirked. “You brought your part?”

“Of course.” You pulled back the cloth of your basket revealing the two bottles. “Lovely.” She grabbed one of the bottles as you pulled out a berry. “To the full moon.” You both said in unison as you placed the red into your mouth.

—

You felt the alcohol rush to your cheeks as you circled around the bonfire, people cheering and chanting. The night was magical, you felt completely at peace as though your soul had departed from your body.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a dark figure lurking within the trees. “Solomon!” You called out, excited at the man’s presence. Dazed, you floated towards the trees as the figure ducked deeper into the darkness. “Solomon, wait!” You stumbled forwards clinging to the branch of a tree as you struggled to stand up straight. You whipped your head around as you searched for the man.”Solomon-“ you winced down in pain as your head strung violently.

You felt yourself become dizzy, and like that you fell to the floor, your vision fading to black.

—

You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes. Your head still aching as you lifted your body from where you laid.

Snapping back to reality, you looked around hastily, realising it was not your bed that you lay in. Solomon, you realised. He must have taken you back to his home.

Standing, the blanket that was draped over your body fell to the ground. You dragged your heels against the floor as the berries and alcohol's effects still held their grip. You looked around but Solomon was nowhere to be seen. “Solomon!” You called out but there was no response.

Wandering forwards, a faint flickering light caught your eye. It was a small door built into the wall of his home, an orange glow illuminating from the cracks. Your curiosity got the better of you as you lifted the hatch, wriggling yourself inside.

It was a narrow tunnel, the walls decorated with bright burning torches, what must have been the source of the light that attracted you. Carefully you removed one of these torches from the wall, holding it out in front of you as you trekked onwards. You swung the flame from side to side as you examined the intricacy of the stone.

The tunnel led on for a while before you reached an entrance way of sorts. As you approached, you almost dropped your torch as the room shone bright.

Stepping inside, your breath hitched at the sight. The room's floor was carved with a great symbol. It was terrifying and just as much beautiful. It was to the greatest precision you had ever seen. The symbol consisted of dozens of shapes and angles, so many merged together it was hard to make each one out. The floor seemed to breathe as you walked around it.

In the far end of the room there laid an altar, like one you would find at a church, this one much more sinister and decrepit. On top sat a book, older than probably yourself. Beside it, limp and abandoned sat a black robe, the hood pointed. As your eyes scanned further up the wall you gasped, taking a step back.

“Cyrus Miller.” You muttered under your breathe

“Y/N.” You turned around in fright as your name bounced off the cave's walls.

“Solomon.” You looked up at the man as you held the wood firmly in your fist. “What is this?”

The man held out his hand, approaching you slowly from the other side of the room. “It’s not what it looks like. I did this for you, for us!” His eyes burned with intensity as he beckoned you closer.

You froze, not sure what to do. You didn’t fear him, you could never. But in that moment, the man that stood in front of you was not the one you had known your whole life. He was a stranger.

The man grew closer as you dropped the flaming log to the floor, your knees collapsing beneath you, his arms wrapping around you as yours did so to him, “why?” You broke out between sobs.

“I just wanted you to live the life you deserved.”

Everything you had ever known, everything you had ever learned. It all went against this moment. “You… you killed Cyrus, you killed those kids. For me.” Solomon pulled away tilting your head up so that you’d look at him. “I’d do it a million times if it meant your happiness.” The man's hands placed on either side of your face, he wiped away your tears.

“I never wanted this Solomon, any of this!” You pushed him away.

He grabbed your wrist pulling you back to him. “Trust me.”

“I don’t know if I can anymore.”

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[venusjeon]

his service

you return to your kingdom when your betrothed suddenly dies, and the only comfort you can find in a court that no longer feels like home is a certain knight.

♔ PAIRING: knight!jungkook x princess!reader

♔ GENRE: historical au, angst, smut

♔ WORD COUNT: 9.2k

♔ WARNINGS: huge age gap, bullying?, depression, unrequited love, drinking, mild violence (reader gets slapped), swearing, fingering, grinding, loss of virginity, quiet sex

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: i’ve been writing for years but this is actually my first finished fic lol hope you like it !! also my dumb ass realised just now that jk is wearing an earpiece in the header let’s ignore that:D

Early 15th century 

"But, Your Grace," some lord begged the king from inside the chamber Jungkook and Taehyung stood outside of. "The kingdom would clearly benefit more from an alliance with Aragon than from one with Naples."

The two castle guards had been there for hours as the council argued about which royal family you, the Princess Y/N, should marry into. You were only four years of age but the Kingdom of Castile needed allies, for war with Portugal had just been declared and the Crown lacked money to pay well-trained soldiers. 

"Aragon has been drained from the war with France," another noble complained yet again. Jungkook and Taehyung met each other’s gaze and shared a long sigh, the second then rolling his eyes. As guards, they knew they shouldn't eavesdrop, but what else were they to do to stay awake? Their job was to protect the royalty and secure peace within the castle, but that one was a day as boring as any other since the two seventeen-year-olds had started working at court. Having made sure no one was looking, Jungkook rested his head on the cold stone wall behind him and closed his eyes.

He knew it was wrong of him, but he longed for war. Being young and having never fought any battles, he dreamed of being knighted, making his family proud and hopefully, becoming the king's right hand someday. For the moment, he had to settle with guarding a room full of stupid nobles that couldn't even agree whom to marry a little princess to.

The echo of a sudden laughter released him from his thoughts and he opened his eyes to stand straight again. What he wasn't expecting was for a small human—none other than you—to softly pull from his long red cloak. He turned to Taehyung with a panicked expression as though asking for help, but his friend seemed as confused as he was. 

"I want to play with you," you said, trying to get the guard's attention. It was certainly strange to see you wandering the castle alone, but you had grown so bored of having to play with your dolls as your lady mother cared for your baby brother, that you had taken the chance to slip away from her bedchamber and explore the castle. You had always been of curious nature, after all, which is why you'd decided to approach that castle guard now that you couldn't be stopped. "Do you like tag?"

"I..." Jungkook said nervously as he looked into your big round eyes. What was he supposed to do, play with you? What would the king say if he saw that one of his guards wasn't doing his job properly and was being too familiar with his daughter, whom Jungkook had no right to even approach, given his rank? Fortunately for him, someone came to the rescue. 

"Y/N!" the queen shouted from across the hallway as she rushed to her baby daughter. You then had no better idea, Jungkook thought, than to hide under his cloak and cling to his legs. He tried to turn around so that you would be forced out but you were smart enough to copy him, becoming his shadow. By the time the queen stood in front of him, he could only bow with his head and gulp in fear. "Let that be the last time you disappear like that."

"But I was bored, lady mother," you complained with a pout, coming out of your hiding place to point up with your finger, "and I want to play with him!"

Jungkook's wide eyes locked with the queen's, and he prayed she wouldn’t think he’d dared approach the princess, but she didn't seem upset or about to sentence him to hang. Instead, she offered him a kind smile.

"What is your name, boy?" she asked, joining her hands behind her back.

"J-Jungkook, Your Grace."

"Well, Jungkook, may you humour the princess and play with her for a little while?" 

"Please!" you begged, hopping like a bunny. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that a princess would beg him for anything. And much less to play tag with her. 

"I don't think I'm t–the right person for that, Your Grace." Jungkook exchanged a look with Taehyung. After all, he was there to guard the palace, not to babysit a child—royal or otherwise.

"Worry not, you won't get in trouble for leaving your place here. I’ll have someone relieve you," she assured him, and seeing as he had no other choice, Jungkook reluctantly agreed. You held his hand and shook it, trying to get his attention again.

"Pick me up, let's go to the gardens!" You smiled broadly and after the queen had nodded to him in approval, the boy followed your orders. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you waved goodbye to the other guard, whose baffled expression made you laugh. Jungkook didn’t know how to deal with children, but he supposed playing with you wouldn’t be as bad as listening to those old noblemen argue endlessly.

You grew fond of the guard in short order, but your days of playing and running around the castle didn't last for long. Within two months, your marriage to the crown prince of the Kingdom of Naples was announced at court and as part of the deal, you ought to live in your betrothed's land until you became of age. As well as your family, you were saddened to leave Jungkook behind, for he had become your favourite person.

Fourteen years later

At the age of eighteen, you returned to Castile after your betrothed had died. You were to marry him after he won a battle in the south but instead of victorious, he came back to court in a coffin. 

He'd always been kind to you despite neither having had feelings for the other, and so you grieved his passing with a broken heart. Because his younger brother—who would now take his place in the line of succession—was already married and you no longer had a reason to remain in Naples, you were asked to come back to your homeland at once, but when you entered the Castilian court, it felt anything but home. The death of both your parents a few years prior had much to do with that. The fact that you didn't recognise any face, too.

One, at least, you did, however long it had been since you’d seen it last.

"Sister!" Your brother stood up from the throne before you had even bowed to him and embraced you in a hug. He was a year younger than you but as a male, the crown was his before yours. You smiled and he pulled back. “I wish it had been under better circumstances... but I'm overjoyed you're back."

You looked down for a moment. "I'm happy to be back as well. But oh, how you've grown! The last time I saw you, I was taller than you."

"And the last time I saw you, you didn't have a Neapolitan accent!" 

Nobles laughed across the throne room and you suddenly remembered that you weren't alone. Indeed, the king had ordered festivities to be made in your name and the whole court was present. You were grateful for all the effort everyone had put in receiving you properly but at the same time, you couldn't help but be sad. Your betrothed was dead and your bringing up at Naples had been for naught. Your future was uncertain. Whom would you be married off to, now? How long would it even be before you left again? Should you even unpack?

"Come, let's begin the night already," your brother told you before holding your hand and guiding you to the feast hall, where enough food to feed an army awaited you. 

As strange as everything felt for you, you were able to enjoy dinner. You and your brother talked about your childhood, your parents, your lives at different courts... Music and the chatter of the nobles livened up the hall until you saw him. Then, everything became a background noise in your mind. 

If your eyes weren’t deceiving you, the boy that stood near one of the entrances to the feast hall was Jungkook, the guard whose company you'd enjoyed so much as a child. You remembered those days dimly, but you couldn't forget the way he’d chase you around the castle and later let himself be captured so you could win the game. He'd been practically afraid of you for the first few days, given that you were a princess and he was only a castle guard, but he soon let go of those fears and even had his share of fun, you liked to think. Playing with a little girl might have not been the excitement he'd been after, but it definitely was a lot more entertaining than standing outside a chamber all day. 

The memory of both of your laughter echoed inside your mind as, without even processing your actions, you asked the king about him. It wasn't like you to be led by your heart anymore, you'd been taught to behave as a woman should in Naples, but being back home awoke feelings within you that you deemed dead. Your eyes followed Jungkook as he left the feast hall, and you excused yourself to your brother before rushing out after him. Fortunately, he hadn’t left, seemingly just in need of a break from the party as his back was rested against the hallway’s wall, just like the day you’d met him. It wasn’t long until he noticed your presence and once he recognised you, he stood straight and bowed to you.

"You're Jungkook, aren't you?" you asked somewhat bluntly, drinking in his appearance. The boy... wasn't a boy anymore. The man that stood in front of you was still taller than you, but his hair was now long enough to be tucked behind his ear, and a small scar across his cheek told you he'd faced death and survived. He didn't look much different from your memories, though. Buffer, perhaps.

"I am, Your Highness." He raised his head to meet your eyes and you immediately understood why you had taken a liking to him at first sight as a child. Jungkook was insanely handsome.

As though bewitched, you unconsciously took a step closer and he tilted his head in surprise. "Do you... Do you remember me? We used to play together in these very same hallways when I was younger."

Jungkook smiled to himself, finding the innocence of your tone endearing. "Of course I remember you, Your Highness."

You suddenly felt the urge to put your arms around his neck and hold tightly onto him as you would do when you were four. But you weren't a child anymore, and you must behave deservingly of your rank. "Will you walk me to my bedchamber?"

Jungkook was taken aback by your request, but it only took him a second to remember that you feared the dark more than anything when you were a child, and so he’d have to accompany you to your bedchamber through the poorly lit castle hallways hand in hand. How your lady mother had allowed you to become so attached to him, he still had no idea. "Of course, Your Highness.”

As you made your way through the castle, you realised you were still staring at Jungkook. You just couldn’t help but notice he carried himself confidently now, as opposed to how shy he was when you’d met him, and you almost scoffed at the fact that you, the princess, were now the one tense around him. Probably seeing you out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head in your direction, but you looked down to your feet almost at the speed of light, avoiding his gaze as your cheeks burned crimson. God, what was the matter with you? "My brother tells me you're a knight now, that you saved his life."

"That's right, Your Highness," Jungkook smiled. You joined your hands behind your back and he recognised that as one of the late queen's mannerisms, "before the late king passed, Portuguese mercenaries broke in the castle and tried to harm the prince, but I was fortunately able to stop them. It was luck, more than anything, since I was young and unexperienced. Shortly thereafter, the late king graced me with a knighthood."

You and Sir Jungkook reached the unguarded door to your bedchamber faster than you would’ve liked, and after a moment of hesitation, you finally found the courage to hold his gaze. "I must thank you for saving my brother's life, then."

Before he could say that it was his duty to protect the royal family, you leaned in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

It was an innocent gesture, the both of you knew, but nonetheless inappropriate for an unmarried princess to do, as you remembered once you separated from him. His starlit eyes followed yours and for a second, you wished you could forget who either of you were and allow your lips meet his.

But you weren’t raised to ever forget such things. "Goodnight, Sir Jungkook."

After a week at court, the place still felt foreign to you. The castle was the one from your memories but the people were all new, and there was no warmth to them. Lords and ladies alike seemed to approach you only because it was expected of them, conversations would end as soon as you entered a chamber, everything you said was answered with fake smiles… You soon learned you were better off on your own, as had been the case in Naples. You had at least hoped your brother would enjoy your presence, but you hardly ever spent time with him because his kingly duties kept him busy. That sunny morning, though, you did get to see him in a council meeting where your marriage was to be discussed. 

You couldn't really partake in the conversation since you were a woman and didn't even know which kingdoms Castile needed to strengthen its ties with, but you were glad that your brother had requested your presence, as it was your future that was being decided. Even so, nothing had been agreed yet, and when the meeting was over, you went outside.

While walking the castle gardens accompanied by two serving girls, you spotted Sir Jungkook, who was talking to another man whom you recognised to be a friend of his. Taehyung... Yes, that was his name. Charmed by the familiar sound of Sir Jungkook's laughter, you asked your servants to stay behind and approached the men, an idea in mind.

Once they saw you, they immediately bowed to you. "Your Highness."

"Sir Jungkook, might we play?" you blurted out, the two men staring back at you speechless. Aware as though you were that it was a strange request, you knew nothing else rather than to be around him would make you feel less lonely.

"Play, Your Highness?" he repeated to make sure he'd heard you well, and you nodded. Sir Jungkook knew you were young, but surely you were old enough to have left your playing days behind. Besides, he was a knight now. Couldn't you make use of the court's fool to entertain yourself?

A glancing look was enough for Taehyung to understand that you wanted to be alone with his friend. Once he’d left, you smiled shyly to Sir Jungkook. "Yes, tag, like when we used to play before I left... If it's no trouble for you, of course."

"I'm honoured, Your Highness, but wouldn't you prefer the company of your servants than that of mine?" he asked and your smile began to fade, the enthusiasm you had felt at the sight of him dying down inside your chest. As you had been taught, allowing your heart to run you was a mistake. Your reaction did not escape the knight, "but I will gladly join you."

"It's alright, I do not wish to trouble you," you assured him and turned around to leave, but his next words made you stop in your tracks. 

"Five... four... three..." Sir Jungkook counted down, and excitement ran through your veins when you realised he remembered the rules, where the tagger would give the chased five seconds of head-start. Running away from the gardens, your servants were left behind gaping, "two... one!"

The fact that you were older now didn't mean Sir Jungkook would play any differently than he had in the past. Certainly, he would still let you escape right after sprinting towards you, making you scream and laugh at the same time, and even though most people you ran by stared at you in shock, you didn't care. You even felt you might faint because of how much fun you were having and for the first time since you'd returned to Castile, you felt at home. 

Getting to an empty hallway, you heard Sir Jungkook's slowly approaching steps behind you. You twirled to face him and started walking backwards, holding up the skirt of your dress a little so you wouldn't trip on it. "I remembered you to be faster. You would catch me within minutes and tickle me before lifting me up above your shoulders so that I could fly."

Sir Jungkook scoffed. "That was when you were half the height you are now, Your Highness." In need of a break, you rested your back on the wall to your left and the knight positioned himself in front of you. The sunlight that the windows behind him allowed in the hallway gave him the likeness of an angel, and your heart fluttered at the sight. Sir Jungkook took a step forward and touched your shoulder lightly, the contact between you making shivers dance down your spine. He whispered, "tag, you're it."

You didn't move, continuing to stare at him as though he wasn't real, as though he was an illusion. Many years had passed but being around Sir Jungkook still made you feel in a state of bliss. Possibly in a different way, now that you were older. You wondered how a mere castle guard– a knight, could make your heart beat faster than it ever could for your late betrothed—or than it ever would for any other man, perhaps. Did that mean you were destined to a life of unhappiness, since you couldn't have him?

Sir Jungkook frowned as he saw the expression on your face suddenly change to a sad one but before he could ask if you were alright, the sound of a door opening abruptly made you whip your heads to the side. Two noblemen came out of a chamber, and even though you couldn't see their faces given that they were headed the opposite direction, you recognised their voices from the council meeting.

"… You can always sneak into the princess' bedchamber at night if you so fancy her," one said, "although you might not live long to tell the tale."

The other scoffed, "I wouldn't risk my neck for a girl that's probably been shared by the whole of Naples.”

Their mocking laughter felt like the pricking of sharp daggers to you, and even seconds after they had turned to another hallway and disappeared from your sight, you still stood there in embarrassment, trying to process what you’d just heard. Why would those men think lowly of you? You were convinced you’d behaved gracefully enough all your life not to be deserving of any rumours.

Sir Jungkook suddenly reminded you of his presence when he darted in the same direction as the noblemen with his fists clenched threateningly, but you were quick enough to get a hold of his arm and stop him. He turned to you, confused, but you couldn’t meet his eyes out of shame. “There’s no need, Sir Jungkook.”

“But, Your Highness–”

“I’ve just got back home, I don’t want to make enemies,” you whispered, letting go of his arm and joining your hands in front of you. “It’s just idle gossip anyway.”

Blue as though that nobleman’s remark had made you for a while, you decided to stop paying attention to rumours. You knew there was no truth to them and that should be enough.

Sir Jungkook, who now found himself lying next to a servant he’d just bedded, didn’t share your thoughts.

“It’s humiliating,” he complained as the girl drew circles on his chest. “It was back then and it is now. I’ve saved the king’s life, risked mine on a battlefield countless of times to win a war that almost cost him the throne, made a name for myself as an honourable knight and yet, I’ve been reduced to an immature princess’ nursemaid… I’m the court’s laughingstock and she doesn’t care, I’m just good for playing games. She has no regard for me.”

“What did you expect?” the girl asked, as it was obvious to her. “She’s a princess, her greatest concern is not dying of boredom. You should be glad she’s not taken you as her lover instead of her playmate, or else you’d be seen as her whore.”

“At least that way I’d be getting something out of it,” Sir Jungkook joked, even though he’d never cross that line. A resentment towards you might be growing inside his heart, but he’d never disgrace himself by dishonouring you. He was a knight and he knew his place, just as he knew that you weren’t the scarlet woman some made you out to be. You were innocent and delicate, and whether he liked it or not, it was his duty to protect you.

“Yes, a rope around your neck,” the girl made him scoff as she sat on top of him, the moonlight that leaked through the small window beside them allowing his eyes to feast on her bare body. She smiled before whispering, “now, enough talk of princesses.”

The next day, after a long morning spent finishing an embroidery, you sat by a window in a hallway, watching the wind sway the leaves of the trees from outside as you waited for your brother to return from a hunt to have lunch with him. You didn’t mind spending so many hours alone, you’d grown used to it over the years, but you did wish you had friends in whom to confide, who could see past your station and the rumours. It was in times like these when you liked to imagine how different your life would have been had you not been sent away when you were younger.

The sound of steps interrupted your thoughts, and a soft smile replaced your pursed lips once you saw Sir Jungkook approach you.

He bowed. “You called for me, Your Highness?”

“I did.” You patted the cushion seat beside you and the knight sat down. He looked as attractive as always, his beauty too distracting for you to remember what you wanted to say for a few seconds. After forcing yourself to look away from his captivating eyes, you took a deep breath and the words finally came back to you. “I wanted to thank you for gracing me with your company these last few weeks. It means a lot to me, foolish as it may sound.”

He smiled, “It is not foolish, Your Highness. I’m at your service, always.”

“I relieve you of your service,” you said calmly, causing him to narrow his eyes in confusion. “I’m not blind, Sir Jungkook, I see your discomfort when you think I’m looking the other way. I also hear things, rumours I care nothing for, but it’d be unfair of me to expect the same from you.” He didn’t say anything, which meant you were right. You looked down at your lap. “I was really lonely in Naples, you know? Everyone dear to me, I’d left behind. I was considered an outsider by all, and I had no friends who could comfort me when Castile was at war with Portugal and I feared for my family’s safety, or… when my parents passed. My betrothed, who was five years older than me, was the only one to treat me kindly, even though there was no love between us. When he left us and I came back, nothing was as I remembered, and now that lies about my past are being spread and everyone looks down on me — including my brother, although he doesn’t say, I find myself an outsider again. You are the one reminder I have of the only time in my life where I was happy, which is why I was so pleased to see you at my welcome feast. Playing these games with you… It’s made me forget that I’m unwanted and unloved everywhere I go,” you whispered the last part before forcing yourself to smile. “I won’t forget your kindness, and I’m deeply sorry I had your good name stained with gossip.”

Sir Jungkook listened to every word silently, ashamed to have ever thought ill of you. He wasn’t one to concern himself with such matters, but even he could tell you were just a young girl deprived of affection and filled with woe. You did care about his reputation, going as far as to offer him a way out of the humiliation he was facing, even if it cost you your strange notion of happiness. As a knight, he knew a princess’ personal life should be none of his business, but what kind of a man would he be if he neglected you now, after finding out how much he meant to you?

“I care nothing for rumours either,” he broke the silence, making you look up from your lap. “If my name is ever stained, Your Highness, it won’t be because of you. I’d be honoured to remain by your side, if you’ll have me.”

Your eyes scanned his in search of uncertainty but to your surprise, there was none. “Do you really mean that?”

“I swear it.” Sir Jungkook gave you a reassuring smile, and your heart swelled with joy. “If I do so, it will be out of my own will.”

Just then, a noise outside made the both of you turn to the window, through which you could make out the king and some nobles returning from their hunt.

After a month in Castile, things had definitely improved. You still had no friends, but Sir Jungkook’s company bettered your days—even more so now that you were sure he was there because he wanted to. Together you played games, talked, went horse riding, and even danced in one feast! You made sure not to summon him too often, though, to grant him space to live his own life, as you didn’t want to pester him. At least in real life, for he was ever present in your thoughts.

One day, your brother announced that a joust in honour of your return would take place soon, and you began counting the days until you could see Sir Jungkook fight in it. Now, sat on your first-row seat, you wallowed in the sight of your knight in shining armour removing his helmet to smile and wave at the cheering crowd to the sound of trumpets. A part of you had feared that despite what he’d told you, he wouldn’t look your way even once because of all the rumours, but he’d proved you wrong by unhesitatingly laying a crown of flowers in your lap when he’d won.

He bowed to the king but while this one was saying a few words about his skill and grace, Sir Jungkook’s eyes would not leave yours. Blood rushed to your cheeks, and you prayed that moment wouldn’t end.

But alas, it did, and the knight left to a tent to have his armour removed. You brought the crown to your nose to smell the beautiful flowers, the corners of your lips curling into a smile when an idea crossed your mind. A spring in your step, you headed to the knights’ tents to wait for Sir Jungkook, thinking about how adorable he’d look with petals in his silky long hair. You were not there yet, however, when you heard your name from somewhere you couldn’t see, and so you stopped walking to eavesdrop.

“Surely, you’re wrong,” a girl’s voice said, “they seem quite fond of each other.”

“The princess is, but Sir Jungkook? He loathes her,” another girl said, and your heart sank. “It’s humiliating for a knight such as him to be reduced to an immature princess’ nursemaid, he called it.”

“I believe it,” a boy now said. “He’s the best warrior in the kingdom, I’m sure he wants to serve the king by fighting in his name rather than by babysitting his immodest sister.”

“He’s waiting for the princess to be sent away to marry but if what they say is true, I doubt any prince will have her any time soon,” the girl said, the three of them laughing.

You heard them leave next, but remained where you stood, unable to move.

It had all been a lie. Sir Jungkook hated your guts and you were so stupid that you hadn’t been able to see past his forced performance. How naive had you been to believe someone might like you, to feel something for that person.

At the feast that night, you drank more than you should have.

Sir Jungkook was there and all over him, a servant girl you’d seen him with before, whose voice you recognised all too well. There was no doubt now. He kept sending you warm looks, but you only answered with glares. You couldn’t blame him for having a reasonable opinion about you but the more wine you consumed, the angrier you got.

At some point, you decided to forget about him and join the celebration. Ladies and lords gathered in between those three long tables and danced in pairs to the musicians’ tune, and a spot for you was made in front of Sir Taehyung. He’d been knighted recently and in your inebriety, you didn’t hesitate to friendly congratulate him as the two of you joined hands mid-air. Everyone was drinking, of course, but you were a royal princess, so your rosy cheeks, slurring, and unconsciously elevated tone were considered scandalous. Especially to the king, whose reaction Sir Taehyung kept warily checking.

You ignored your brother’s displeased expression and continued complimenting Sir Taehyung about how well he’d fought in the joust, cheekily expressing he deserved to have won. By no means did you mean to flirt with him—you didn’t even know how to do that—, but you were the only one in the room who failed to see that you were being too forward. The king would stand for no more when you tripped while twirling and a laughing Sir Taehyung had to hold you against his chest to keep you up.

“Y/N!” he shouted, walking to you with a scowl. The music stopped, and silence fell in the room. He grasped your arm and whispered angrily in your ear, “what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m dancing, Your Grace,” you shrugged, as though it were obvious. “Well, not now, there’s no music now–”

“You’re embarrassing yourself and me,” he said, tightening his grip before letting go of you.

“Oh, just now I’m embarrassing?” you exclaimed sarcastically. “I thought I already was, since I’ve apparently whored my way here from Naples!”

Slap.

If there was silence before, now everyone held their breaths. You caressed your burning cheek, your lips parted in disbelief. The king’s gaze was fixed on you but you couldn’t find an ounce of regret in his expression, only disappointment.

“Sir Jungkook, take my sister to her chambers, if you please,” he ordered, the knight standing up from his seat behind him. Before you knew it, the two of you were in the empty dark hallways, and the musicians resumed playing not long after you left the feast hall.

The knight held your hand to lead the way, but you shook him off aggressively. His eyes widened but he kept quiet, even when you supported yourself on the wall with one hand, given that you were so drunk you couldn’t walk straight. You looked pathetic, but you were too upset to care.

When you reached your bedchamber, you motioned Sir Jungkook in with you.

“Come, Judas, I have something for you,” you nodded to yourself as you headed to your bed at the end of the room.

“Is something wrong, Your Highness?” he asked after closing the door behind him, and you laughed bitterly at the fake concern in his tone. Instead of answering, you threw at him the crown of flowers he’d given you earlier that day. It landed right in front of his feet and after he had kneeled to pick it up, he stared back at you disconcertedly.

“Take it and leave, and never come near me again!” you spat, trying your hardest not to stumble.

“Why?” He frowned, failing to understand what he’d done wrong.

“Because you’re a liar.” You glared at him but tears filled your eyes, since you still didn’t have the heart to hate him—then again, you wouldn’t be so sad if someone you cared nothing for had hurt you thus.

“I’ve not lied to you once,” Sir Jungkook said, “whyever would you say that?”

“That woman of yours, I heard her say how you think I’m immature and that it’s all very humiliating for you, isn’t it?” you slurred, the familiar words making the knight shut his eyes as he mentally damned his lover. Tears started running down your cheeks when he didn’t deny it. “Everyone I’ve ever loved is gone, Jungkook, everyone but you and my brother. Him, I barely know and you… You, I was wrong to trust. I freed you from me, so why did you stay? To laugh behind my back, like everyone else? You didn’t need to break my heart to do that.”

Regret filled Sir Jungkook whole. He got on one knee, head kept down, and prayed you’d believe him. “Those are indeed my words, Your Highness. It was a while ago, and I spoke out of ignorance, out of arrogance. I would never say anything like that again, you must trust me, the last thing I want is to bring you any more pain. I’ll go back to the feast right now and tell everyone how much it prides me to be around such a kind-hearted princess, if you want me to. I beg your forgiveness, and pledge never to wrong you again.”

Continuing to stagger in your spot, it took you a few seconds to judge the truth in his apology. You wanted to accept it but at the same time, you were so vulnerable that you didn’t know whether you could bear to be toyed with again. But when Sir Jungkook raised his head and his remorseful eyes met yours from behind the curly locks of hair that fell on his face, you knew the answer.

“Stand,” you ordered, your heart leading the way until you buried your face in his chest, sobbing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he hesitantly wrapped his around your back. You basked in his scent in between sobs, the same one you’d decided was your favourite as a child, and closed your eyes. Sir Jungkook held you close and after a while, every muscle in your body relaxed under his gentle touch.

You apologised to both your brother and Sir Taehyung the next day and promised not to drink that much wine ever again. You couldn’t believe you’d behaved the way you had, or that you’d said such things.

Everything went back to normal and another month went by. To your joy, Sir Jungkook proved to be honest, as he’d really addressed the whole court and all but threatened anyone who dared spread rumours about his good lady —you. That had definitely put you at ease, and you forgot about the whole mess in no time.

You were just getting used to life in Castile when your brother announced your betrothal to the king of Aragon.

He was about your age, and his kingdom a needed ally to yours, but you weren’t looking forward to the union at all. How could you marry a man you’d never met? Welcome him into your bed, bear his children? At least you’d grown up around your late betrothed. This king, you knew nothing about.

That very same night, you decided to let your heart take over one last time, and summoned Sir Jungkook to your bedchamber. He was surprised to see you in your sleeping white gown, your long hair loose and your feet bare as you sat on your bed. But then again, it was past midnight.

“Did you hear the news?” you asked, the burning wood in the fireside keeping the place from complete silence.

“About your engagement? I did.” Sir Jungkook smiled wistfully. “Congratulations, Your Highness.”

You looked down. “I wish I didn’t have to leave… I’ll miss you.”

“Castile shares a border with Aragon, I won’t be that far.” Sir Jungkook’s eyes softened. “Although once you have a family, you’ll realise I was never that important to begin with.”

“You’re everything to me.” You frowned at him, taking a deep breath before continuing. “What if the king has heard things about me and despises me? What if he mistreats me or– forces himself on me?”

“Then I’d ride to Aragon, kill him, and bring you back home.” You couldn’t help but smile at that. “A wise king doesn’t listen to gossip, Your Highness, and I have no doubt he’ll fall in love with you as soon as you meet.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“I cannot love someone I do not know,” you whispered, your voice trembling, “but I know you.”

Sir Jungkook looked you up and down, confused as to what you meant. He was aware you were fond of him but surely, it was platonic?

“Your Highness...”

“I know it’s wrong, but my feelings for you go further than how those of a princess should go for a knight,” you finally said, causing him to avoid your gaze.

“It is wrong,” he said serious, “wrong enough to risk the alliance with Aragon and have me hanged.”

“Do you hate me for it?”

Sir Jungkook sighed. “Of course not... but you know it can never be.”

You swallowed harshly. “I know you don’t feel the same, and that we could never be together anyway, but there’s something I want to ask of you. Not as a princess... but as a friend.” The knight ran his hand through his face, fearing the worst. “You’re older than me, experienced, and I know you’d never hurt me. I just want to know what it is like to lie with someone I trust with my life, with someone I love, before I have to do it coldly, with a stranger.”

“I cannot do that,” Sir Jungkook muttered, suddenly nervous. He felt sorry he couldn’t give you what you wanted, but too much was at stake. “If anyone found out merely that you asked–”

“You pledged not to wrong me and I shall do the same,” you said, extending a quivering hand that he reluctantly held. “I’ll take this night to my grave.” You drew him closer and placed his hand on your cheek, his fingers immediately caressing your skin. Then, you moved his hand lower and left it on your chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice your racing heart. “Do you not– want me at all?”

Sir Jungkook took a deep breath, his pupils growing bigger as he glanced between your face and the breast he was feeling up. You knew he was considering it now. “Swear to me you won’t tell a soul.”

“I swear it.” He sat down beside you, and you held your breath because of the proximity between your faces.

“If we do this,” he whispered, cupping your face to make sure you wouldn’t look away from his half-closed eyes. A part of him feared the consequences of bedding you, but he knew you couldn’t be in safer hands, and that you weren't lying when you said you'd keep it a secret, “it won’t be as a princess and a knight. We’ll be just Y/N and Jungkook.” You nodded, melting at the way your name sounded in his voice.

“I’m yours to do as you like,” you whispered back, and he started stroking your hair, staring at you ever so yearningly.

"I’d never looked at you in this way before,” he confessed, his gaze travelling down to your bare neck.

"And w–what do you see?"

"You."

Before you could process that, Jungkook closed the distance between you.

For a second it all seemed dreamlike, too good to be true, but your imagination could never do justice to the feeling of his soft lips clashing against yours. It was slow at first, loving, but the two of you soon let passion take over. Jungkook’s tongue was met with no resistance when it entered your mouth to deepen the kiss. He sighed through his nose, the way your inexperienced lips tried to keep up with his making him forsake every other thought. A heat started to grow between your legs, and when you felt Jungkook slip his hand under your gown and caress your inner thigh, a low moan escaped you, to which he smirked against your lips.

“I’m sorry,” you separated from him to breathe, embarrassed.

“Don’t be,” Jungkook said, kissing you again, “I like how you sound.” He took off your gown and ogled your naked body before tucking your hair behind your ear, and leaning in to whisper, “you’re so beautiful... I want to feel every inch of your body.”

You closed your eyes when he started assaulting your neck with his tongue, his hand making its way to your breast only to fondle it and draw circles around your nipple, barely brushing it to tease you. Your fast breathing caused Jungkook’s cock to grow hard under his clothes but before he could even think about touching himself, you surprised the both of you by doing it first. Separating to hiss, he watched as you timidly felt his erection, the lust in his eyes giving you the courage to tighten your grip to see if he liked it. He groaned, bucking his hips into your palm and this time, you kissed him, any shame you felt for what you were doing gone. Lying with a man outside of marriage was a sin, but you were willing to take any punishment if it meant you could feel Jungkook’s body like this.

You suddenly threw a leg over his lap and straddled him, only for your shyness to return and make you break the kiss when you remembered that you were naked and he was still fully clothed under you. “I did that without thinking, I–I don’t know what to do now.”

Instead of showing any annoyance towards you for ruining the mood, as you feared, Jungkook chuckled, pulling you closer before his hands slid down to grope your ass. He whispered, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

You almost moaned again, but managed to contain yourself. Getting hold of the end of his shirt, you stripped him off it and tossed it to the ground, your mouth falling open once you laid eyes on his chest. Jungkook was always so sweet to you that you’d almost forgotten he’d fought in a war, but tracing his faint scars with your fingertips made you imagine him in battle, hair wet with sweat, armour dirty with his enemies’ blood, gaze menacing as he fought, and instead of appalling you, it took your breath away. His abs tensed under your touch as your fingers travelled downwards, the teasing making his skin feel hot as though he had a fever. You wanted to feel that warmth against your body.

He lay back on the bed and you on him, his erection twitching once your crotches met. You looked down to see a bulge in his trousers, and started grinding against it out of instinct, harder each time. Jungkook cursed under his breath as he tightened his grip on your cheeks, but his words became low grunts in a matter of seconds. With his eyes closed and his lip between his teeth to stop himself from being loud, you thought he couldn’t look more attractive. It was hard for you to be quiet, though, when the friction between your bodies felt so good, a lust you’d never felt before urging you to keep going. Jungkook threw his head back and you took the chance to nuzzle at his neck, moaning his name between kisses.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, starting to thrust against you when he felt through his trousers how wet you already were. “To think I get to be the first to have you... All to myself, fuck.”

“I need more,” you whined, separating from his neck, “Jungkook, please.”

You stopped grinding to lie down properly on the bed and Jungkook got on his knees, towering over you from behind your own, since your legs were bent so you could cover your sex with your feet. He leaned down to lay a kiss on your knee, “Spread your legs for me.”

You obliged, your nerves returning once Jungkook started taking his trousers off. His cock sprang up and you gulped at how hard and big it looked. How was that supposed to fit inside you? You didn’t know much about sex, you’d been told your whole life it was only a means to have children, but it couldn’t be as painful as most women made it out to be, right? Lust knew no genders, after all, so why would people keep going back to something so horrible? Right?

When he saw your reaction, Jungkook crawled over you, getting close enough for you to be able to count his eyelashes. He dug an elbow into the bed for support and held your chin to make sure you wouldn’t look away from his eyes. Holding your breath, you tried to kiss him, but he didn’t let you.

“We’re still in time to stop,” he said softly, his thumb caressing your jaw. “Are you sure you want this? I won’t be mad if you don’t.”

Jungkook knew you weren’t one to make spontaneous decisions, so he didn’t want you to wake up the next morning and regret giving yourself to him—and not your future husband—out of impulse. He’d understand if you were having second thoughts and wanted to stop. But you didn’t. Even if it was going to be painful, you wouldn’t want anyone else but Jungkook to put you through it.

“I’m sure,” you said right away. “I just don’t know what to expect.”

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asked, playfulness returning to his eyes. You looked away in embarrassment.

“I was caught doing it once when I was younger and got scolded for it...” you mumbled, the traumatic memory still fresh in your mind. Jungkook failed to suppress a laugh which in turn made you smile, despite how pathetic saying it out loud made you feel. “I haven’t done it since.”

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he whispered before breathing in your neck, making your walls clench around nothing. “Do you remember what it felt like?” You shook your head, flustered, but he kissed you. It impressed you, how Jungkook seemed to read you well enough to know when you needed him to calm you down through affection—and how every move of his made you shudder. He must have had many lovers to know his way around a woman’s body, and that only made you glad you'd asked him to do this. “Let me remind you.” Eyes fixed on yours, Jungkook ran his fingers through your wet slit, kissing your cheek when your breathing sped up. “It won’t hurt,” he promised, “quite the opposite...”

You gasped loudly once Jungkook buried a finger inside you, and a grin spread across his face. Waves of pleasure flooded through your body when he began moving it, causing you to arch your back, your hard nipples brushing Jungkook’s chest. You’d been awkwardly keeping your hands on each side of you, not quite knowing what to do with them, but you couldn’t seem to keep still now, and so you used them to hold onto Jungkook, digging your nails on the arm he was using to support himself over you. He gave you a small nod, letting you know you weren’t hurting him, and licked his lips when you started moving your hips, desperate to feel more. Happy to please you, Jungkook inserted another finger, moving the two of them faster at once, your moans becoming louder. It had never crossed his mind before, how you’d sound and look when getting touched in the right way for the first time, but witnessing it somehow turned him on far more than any other woman he’d been with. He was so lost in the way you squirmed under him that he almost forgot he’d be done for if someone heard you.

“You must be quiet,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out of you sooner than you would’ve liked. You whined right away, but he shut you up with his lips, “or I’ll stop.”

“I will, I promise” You cupped his face, unashamed to beg. “But it felt so good, Jungkook... Please, don’t stop.”

He leaned back to get on his knees and used the juices in his fingers—along with his own spit—to coat his cock as he jerked himself. The action would’ve appeared lewd to anyone else, but it only aroused you more, as Jungkook’s gaze kept wandering through your naked body like he wanted to devour you. “Do you want it to feel better?”

You nodded eagerly and he bit his lip, spreading your legs wide. Getting closer, he pressed his thighs against the back of your own and rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. You bit your lip not to gasp again, and your eyes squeezed shut once Jungkook eased himself inside of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, studying your expression. You immediately nodded, opening your eyes as your walls grew used to his size.

“I am.” You smiled to reassure him, and he dug his elbows on each side of you to get closer again, interlacing his fingers with yours. He kissed you slowly, and all you could think about as he started moving was how much you loved him.

It stung for a second but pleasure quickly replaced the pain, making you throw your head back into the pillow. Jungkook’s fingers had worked wonders for you, but they were no match for his cock and the careful movements of his hips. You whimpered, trying your hardest not to moan loudly, and he sped up his pace, satisfied with the effect he was having on you. The sounds of your panting and skins clashing against each other eclipsed that of the wood burning in the fireplace, but they weren’t loud enough to wake anyone up—you hoped, at least. But what would, were your moans if Jungkook went any faster. You knew you should ask him to slow down, but he felt so good inside you that you couldn’t even speak. You could only wallow in the sinful way he looked at you.

“I wish we didn’t have to keep quiet and I could– Fuck, and I could hear you scream,” he groaned, going in deeper without a warning, making you whimper. You did regret not having proposed somewhere you could be unbound to do this. “Would you like that? For me to make you scream?”

“Yes, I would, ah..." you swallowed hard when Jungkook licked your neck, dragging his wet tongue all the way from your collarbone to your earlobe.

“I’d fuck you rough and you’d love it, wouldn’t you?” he whispered, your mouth watering. Freeing your hands from his, you brought them to the back of his head to grab a fistful of his hair, to which he chuckled between pants. “But I can’t do that here, or you’ll be too loud and we’ll get caught.”

You shook your head. “I won’t... Jungkook, please, go faster.”

“I don’t think a sweet virgin like you can take it,” he laughed teasingly.

“Cover my mouth, then,” you surprised him by saying. He was enjoying hearing you beg, but your suggestion amused him more.

As soon as your mouth was shielded, Jungkook moved in and out of you faster than you thought possible. You closed your eyes and moaned loudly against his hand, certain you’d cry of pleasure. If you’d known sex was this good, perhaps you wouldn’t have been ashamed to become the whore everyone thought you were. But you knew no other man could make you feel the way Jungkook was, no matter how experienced. You were his long before this night.

“You’re almost there, huh?” he asked when he felt your walls tighten around his cock. You nodded, all your muscles tensing. “Come for me, Y/N.”

Jungkook used his free hand to rub your clit, fast yet careful not to hurt you. Heart hammering in your ears, an indescribable heat spread from your core throughout the whole of you, making your vision blur. Switching his hand for his lips, Jungkook kissed you, thrusting into you a few more times until he too found his release, his hot seed filling you. He seemed drained of all energy, having done all the work, but instead of collapsing beside you, he kept moving his lips against yours ever so softly. You were in such a state that when he ended the kiss to look into your eyes, you thought you were seeing stars in his.

After pulling himself out of you, Jungkook lay down on the bed and you rested your head on his chest. He tangled his fingers in your hair and played with it, a comfortable silence falling in the chamber—until you chose to break it.

“Do you still not love me?” you asked quietly, voice breaking since you already knew the answer. “Even after that?”

“There is no place for anyone in my heart, I’m afraid,” Jungkook told you, a hint of sadness in his tone. You knew he wasn’t lying to you, but it still hurt so much. Tears fell from your eyes before you could stop them, and he made you look at him the second he felt them on his skin. Cupping your face, Jungkook wiped your wet face with his thumbs and gave you a long, chaste kiss. Even if he didn’t love you, you were more than a princess to him, and he hated seeing you in pain. “You alone have brought me the closest to love.”

After nodding, you rested your head on his chest again. The day would soon come when you'd have to say goodbye to him, to see him for the last time, but you now had his touch to linger on your skin, his passion to dream about. Holding tightly onto him as you would when you were a child, you promised yourself you’d never forget his service.

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