#Alfred The Great Smut

[nicole-timey-wimey-stuff]

It Was Enchanting to Meet You

Lord Debling x Fem reader

Lord Alfred Debling x female Bridgerton reader

Synopsis - You’re the second eldest Bridgerton daughter, being forced by your brother to finally debut. You believed the ordeal would be terrible, that was until you meet the handsome Lord Debling, the handsome stranger soon captivates your mind and heart.

Warnings- fluff, period drama, feelings, very small amount of angst, confessions, great sibling relationships, suggestive themes but no smut. Still 18+ though please.

Word count- 4.7K

Today was the day, the day you were coming out into society, you’d put it off long enough. Being that you were only a year younger than your elder sister Daphne, and a year older than Eloise who were both already out. But your mother hadn’t pushed you and for that you were thankful, your eldest sibling Anthony though was another story. He had all but told you enough was a enough, and even though he would not ever force you to take a husband, you needed to be out in society despite your disagreement with it.

He did not want the great Bridgerton name tarnished, with people starting to talk of the strange girl in the family who did not conform to society’s norm, who did not like social situations, a girl who spent her time fencing, reading and horseback riding. You were a free spirit, one who preferred the wind in her hair, rather than constricted dresses, dancing and polite conversation.

So now just having turned 20 you were being launched into the world around you. This brings you back to today, your mother was flapping making sure both you and Francesca looked perfect, creamy white gowns adorning your bodies, lace perfectly placed, your dress was accentuated with gold floral embroidery and tiny puff sleeves. You adjusted your long white gloves once more before exiting your room, “Ah y/n there you are my love, have you seen your sister I can’t find her anywhere, she is not in her room!” Your mother Violet frets, she’s looking pale and exhausted. “Calm down mother, I’m sure she is about, I can hear music are you sure you haven’t checked it is not her playing?” You ask.

“Oh! No I have not, come, we shall go check together.” She replies, gently grasping your wrist and tugging you down the staircase In search of your sister, you are sure she only holds onto you so she cannot loose you too.

Walking into the drawing room you find it was indeed Francesca playing the piano forte, your mother breathing a big sigh of relief, she is also dressed ready to go. “Well then my children let’s get going shall we?” She asks as she ushers us all out to the carriages, turning to you and Francesca she says “You both look so beautiful!” Voice full of emotion. “Thank you mother” you both say in unison, she nods before you all enter the carriage and head off to the queens palace.

The whole thing went by in a blur, you walked down the aisle, bowed to the queen then exited out to the side, you’d all entered out into a garden party where people were mingling happily. Your brother Colin who had just returned from travels, was boasting to the young ladies, causing them to fawn over him. Penelope Featherington sadly watching from the sidelines, you were very aware of how she felt for your brother, being the same age you had spent many moments together. Although you wouldn’t call her a close friend, it saddened you to see her aways watching him with such hopeful but sad eyes.

You decided she could do with a distraction so you made your way over to her, “Hey Pen, how are you? I haven’t seen you about the house recently?” You ask, she jumps, obviously you’d caught her very much deep in thought. “My goodness y/n you scared me” she gasps hand on her chest, “Sorry Pen, we were both on our own so I thought I’d come talk with you” you explain. Her face softens then “Of course, you can always come talk to me, I know how hard this must all be for you” she replies her face now sympathetic. “Yes, I do so hate public attention, but alas my brother thought it was necessary” you sigh, nodding Penelope gave you a look of understanding, “We must all be pushed out into society sooner or later, I was just 17 when my mother decided I needed to be out. And look over three years later and I’m still just sat here with no suitor prospects, I wish I could find a husband” she groans, “What? Why? You’ve never seemed too interested before?” You ask.

With a sigh she turns to you “In all honesty I need my privacy, and I just cannot stand living with my family any longer, at least your family is supportive and kind, mine can be just awful” she complains. You nod, you understand, her family have always been difficult especially her mother! “Well then Pen I hope you find a kind, loyal man to be your husband this season, you deserve some happiness” you tell her in earnest. “Thank you y/n, you do too, whatever that is for you, you deserve happiness too” she says as she walks off, leaving you once more to your thoughts.

Would you find happiness? What was happiness to you anyways?

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That evening you were attending your very first ball, nerves settled deep within your stomach. There would be many people attending Lady Danbury’s ball, and you were hoping to quietly blend into the crowds, not causing any reason to warrant any unwanted attention. Anthony had insisted on you being present, he had also given you a list of people he had chosen for your to converse with.

Your dress though, that you had chosen for yourself, it was a deep maroon, corseted down to your waist, it then flared out into a subtle A line ballgown. It had thick off the shoulders straps, sparkling embroidery and a skirt that swished as you moved. You wanted something that felt more freeing, compared to the tight empire line gowns that were the norm. Giving yourself a last once over you sighed, although you looked like a princess, you felt absolutely ridiculous.

Entering the party was as equally nerve wrecking as bowing to the queen this morning, walking down the steps after your brothers and sisters you felt all eyes shift to you, you held your head hire and floated down with all the grace you could muster, it must have worked because once you’d reached the bottom all eyes were still glued to you. Your mother came rushing to meet you, “You did well, you entered as gracefully as a swan” she gushed, you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm, “Well mother my plan is to not cause any unwanted attention, I don’t want them thinking I am some wild animal that cannot be tamed” you sassed back. Tutting she guided you through the crowds to meet some new people, what you hadn’t noticed though, were a pair of very entranced blue eyes belonging to the one Lord Alfred Debling watching your entrance.

“Who is she?” Lord Debling asked Lady Danbury, “That would be Miss Y/N Bridgerton, second eldest daughter of the Bridgerton family” Lady Danbury answered. “I see” he replies eyes still watching you intently, Lady Danbury smirks knowingly, “I may also add, she only debuted this morning so from what I gather she is very much on the market, so to speak” she smiled. “Is that so?” He asks eyes still enchanted by you. The pair hadn’t noticed Cressida Cowper Joining them, not until she spoke up causing them to both jump slightly, “I’ve heard she’s a strange girl” she abruptly interrupts, “And where have you heard that Miss Cowper?” Asks Lady Danbury, her voice full of exasperation.

“Well I’ve heard she prefers the outdoors over social gatherings, she rides her horse bareback at some speed I may add, I’ve seen it myself. When I’ve called on Eloise this summer she’s either sprinting through the country on her horse or she has her nose in some weird book” she explains amusedly. “I don’t see how that makes her strange, but rather it makes her unique” Lord Debling affirms, “Well also” Cressida stutters out trying to find something more vexing to say about you, “Ah she also fences, she sword fights with her brothers, isn’t it incredibly odd, incorrect even for a young lady to sword fight?” She points out. “I dare say! Does she really?” He asks Lady Danbury, “Yes I believe she does” Danbury replies, the smug look is soon wiped off Cressida’s face though when he turns back to Lady Danbury, “That is incredibly impressive, what a young lady she is! I will go introduce myself” and with that he leaves in search of you.

He finds you over by the drinks helping yourself to one before retreating to the corner, “Miss Bridgerton? Are you quite alright? You appear to be hiding in the corner” he asks. You bow quickly “Lord Debling, I’m quite well thank you, just not one for large social gathering's” you answer honestly. “Ah, no me either actually, I prefer to be outdoors” he responds. You smile up at him shyly “I do too” you agree, “Riding Percy gives me much more joy than this” you continue, choking on his drink Lord Debling gasps “I beg your pardon you what?”, “Percy, he’s my horse, a Suffolk punch, my brother Anthony bought him for me for my birthday a few years back, I most enjoy riding him through the countryside, where it’s nice and quiet” you explain,

“Oh of course, I heard from Lady Danbury that you enjoy riding, he conveys, cheeks bright red now from his misunderstanding. “Lady Danbury spoke of me? To you?” You ask confused, “Umm yes, I happened to ask after you” he admits, you offer him a smile “I see and what else did she happen to say about me?” You question teasingly causing him to smirk, “Nothing much else, just that this was your first season” he stutters out now feeling very put on the spot, “Oh yes well I put it off as long as I possibly could, but my brother is forcing me to try this year” you confirm, “Is it so very bad?” He asks, teasing smile on his lips, “Well maybe not as bad as I had made it out to be in my head” you admit.

“Well then, would you care to dance?” He offers, hand outstretched towards you. “Yeah ok, why not, in the name of trying new things of course” you smile, “Of course” he repeats, clearly amused by you. He walks you out to the dance floor as everyone lines up, ready for the dance to begin. As the music plays he spins you around the dance floor, your eyes never leaving one another’s, its almost as if there’s static energy between you, your hearts pounding in your chest, you can tell everyone is watching you both, but in that moment all you can see is him.

“Is that your daughter Violet, dancing with Lord Debling?” One of the mothers asks, “Yes” your mother laughs, “I dare say it is” her face is lit up at the way your both staring at each other, thoughts of Daphne and Simon’s first dance entering her mind. This looked very promising, she thought you’d be the hardest to convince to give this whole ordeal a try, but you were entranced by the man before you, and it was Francesca who had made a rather hastily exit home already.

Lady Danbury joins your mother, “He asked about her you know, the second she entered the room” she tells your mother, knowing smirk still plastered on her face, “Did he?” Your mother asks, “Yes, he seemed very much intrigued by her, maybe we’ve made a match already” she implies, “Maybe…….. I will speak to my daughter once we are home” you mother decides. Nodding in agreement Lady Danbury takes her leave.

Once your dance comes to an end you bow and move to walk away, thinking he would have other young ladies to dance with, a soft grip of your hand causes you to turn, coming face to face with Lord Debling once more, “May I call on your tomorrow?” He asks, “Yes you may” you give a curt nod before leaving with your family.

This night had gone much better than expected, you thought to yourself whilst laying in bed, you felt excited to see what else was to come.

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The next day you’d woken up early, to get yourself dressed for your sword fighting lesson, hoping you’d have time to freshen up before anyone had any callers, you smile to yourself at the thought of seeing Lord Debling again today. Bounding down the stairs you met your instructor Henry, “Good morning Miss Bridgerton, are you ready?” He asks, “Yes I am” you affirm, “Very good, although I don’t see how you need any more lessons now, I’ve taught you everything I know, and you have mastered it all”, you grin “Why thank you Henry, but I can tell you why I need my lessons” you reply, “And why is that Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Because I enjoy them” you laugh as you get into position.

Your two eldest brothers had joined you now, you were currently practicing against Benedict, completely loosing track of time. “Why do you encourage this Anthony?” Your mother asks, “Well dear mother I think it’s good that a lady knows how to defend herself, no one will ever mess with our little y/n now will they?” He questions playfully, rolling her eyes she waves him off as she leaves the room.

“Ha! I win again! Really Benedict are you even trying?” You goad, sweaty and exhausted he gives you the are you kidding look, “Yes dear sister unfortunately I am!” He grumbles, Anthony snorts out a laugh “Well I dare say these lessons are paying off, you have quite the talent” he praises you, “Thank you brother” you smile. Just then one of your maids enter the room, “Someone’s here to see you Miss” she announces, realisation hits you! Oh no Lord Debling has arrived and your still in your fencing clothes.

Walking in he smiles at you, you bow nervously before rambling out, “I’m very sorry I lost track of time my lord, please excuse me for a moment while I go change”, “Nonsense don’t worry about it, I’d love to see you in action” he answers, “Really!?” You ask surprised, he nods in response, you look to Anthony motioning for him to come join you, but he puts his hands up in surrender, “Oh no, watching Benedict loose all credibility was quite enough for one day, I will go find my wife, as I promised her a walk this morning.” He replies, “I’ll spar with you” Lord Debling offers, “Oh I couldn’t ask that of you my Lord” you hastily reply, “You’re not asking, I’m offering” he affirms before removing his jacket and placing on Benedict’s fencing armour.

Anthony lets out a laugh, “Perfect” he announces, before turning to Lord Debling “Don’t let her win, she will know. She is incredibly able” he confirms before leaving to find his wife. “Well are you ready then?” Debling asks you, “Yes, quite ready” you smirk back. As the two of you spar the static energy returns from last night, you fall into an effortless rhythm against one another, he fights well, there is technique and power to his moves, but you are just too quick for him, eventually knocking the sword from his hands and pointing yours to his chest in victory,

“I say! You are rather good at this aren’t you” he laughs, “Yeah I think it’s because I enjoy it so much” you agree.

“You Miss Bridgerton are an incredibly rare flower indeed” he says, “Thanks” you reply warm blush adorning your cheeks, “Will you save me a dance at tonight’s party?” He asks. “Yes of course” you reply maybe a little too hastily, “Well then, until tonight” he offers placing a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Before leaving he looks back towards you once more, giving you the most endearing smile.

You were very much looking forward to seeing him again tonight.

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Over the next few weeks the two of you became much more acquainted with one another, you danced together at every party, usually more than once, you took chaperoned strolls together in the park and your family had also invited him over a couple of times for dinner.

You’d learnt much about him, his love for animals and wildlife, the fact he didn’t eat meat, all his adventure and conservation ideas, you’d become completely enamoured with this man, It appeared he also was with you too.

Today you were both taking a stroll in the park, the sun was warm and the smell of blossoms filled the spring air. Your maid was walking a few steps behind you, keeping a watchful eye. “Beautiful day is it not?” You ask him cheerfully, enjoying the sunshine on your skin. “Yes it is, but I can see something much more beautiful” he replies watching you carefully, you turn your head to hide your reddening cheeks. “Will you be attending the garden party tomorrow? I hear there will be a new form of transport being showcased” you ask, “Yes I believe I will be attending” he responds while smiling at you, grinning up at him you offer a nod in response.

“Well I bid you farewell Lord Debling, I have promised to help my mother this afternoon, I will see you tomorrow?” You offer, “Yes I shall see you tomorrow, good afternoon Miss Bridgerton” he replies. You spare him one last glance, before you walk off with your maid.

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It was the day of the garden party and you were stood looking at the enormous ballon in awe, was that really supposed to be able to carry people through the sky? “Quite spectacular isn’t it?” Lord Deblings voice cut through your thoughts causing you to jump, “My Lord, you gave me a fright!” You gasped, “I am sorry, that was not my intention” he responds “That’s ok, it is spectacular yes, although I do worry how it’s supposed to transport people” you reply.

“Yes quite, but I suppose only time will tell, are you well Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Yes, thank you my Lord I am very well” you affirm, “Good” he nods.

As the afternoon goes on Penelope, Eloise and Cressida join in your conversation, Cressida going out of her way to try and impress Lord Debling, not even caring how desperate and contrary it makes her appear. Penelope spends the whole time staring at Colin and Eloise is pretty much rolling her eyes at everybody’s antics. Cressida continues to laugh at something he said, almost hanging off his arm, causing a pit of jealousy to stir in your stomach.

You turn your attention once again to the large ballon, which is now rocking very unstably in the wind, creaking and groaning as the ropes loosen. Just as they snap your brothers are rushing over to pull them back, using as much strength as they can muster to pull the thing back into place. All you can do is watch in terror as they lose control and the ship comes hurtling towards you, it all happens so quick, one miniute you’re watching terrified, the next you’re on the floor Lord Deblings body shielding you.

“Are you quite alright?” He asks gazing into your eyes, “Yes all thanks to you”. He carefully traces his fingertips down the side of your jaw, you watch him with wide eyes, wanting nothing more than to lean in and kiss him. Someone loudly clears their throat behind you, you both jump apart, turning to see Cressida and Eloise watching you both.

Lord Debling jumps up before offering you a hand up too, “What luck you were there to save my sister, thank you my Lord” Eloise states, “Of course, it was nothing” he replies before walking off.

“What was that y/n?” Eloise gasps, “I hardly know” you reply, completely shocked yourself.

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That very evening you arrived at the ball still very much in shock, more so by Lord Deblings behaviour than nearly being squashed by the heavy ballon. Your mother currently had you making small talk with every eligible Lord in the room, “Mother is this really necessary?” You grumbled as you made your way over to yet another man, “Yes my darling daughter it is, until Lord Debling actually proposes you must keep your options open” she insists, “But Anthony said I do not have to marry this season, only that I must be out in society” you ask confused.

“Yes I know my sweet girl, but every year you’re on the market the less desirable you become, now make haste” she commands, you roll your eyes at her as she drags you through the crowd, “Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, how nice to see you both” Lord Cambell greets, “Lord Cambell, lovely to see you again” you reply with a very forced smile. “Would you have any space left on your card to include a dance with me?” He asks, you stutter before your mother replies on your behalf, “My daughter would be delighted”, you resentfully offer your wrist and card for him to write his name on, before bowing and leaving to find some corner to hide in.

After no empty corner is found you retreat to the gardens in hope of some peace, leaning against the cold stone of the house you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Miss Bridgerton you should not be out here alone” Lord Deblings voice causes you to jump, “My goodness my Lord! Must you always startle me so.” You gasp, “Sorry I never intend too” he replies in earnest, “But you really shouldn’t be out here alone” he repeats as he steps closer, “Yes I know, but I need a minute to breathe, it’s awfully stuffy in there, and my mother is being a nuisance….” You trail off, voice stuttering as he steps closer once more, “By nuisance you mean by parading you around the room, like a prized animal?” He smirks, “Yes” you stammer, feeling more breathless than before if that was at all possible.

He carefully moves a piece of hair from your face, “Do you not wish for the attention of the Lords here tonight Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “No, not from those ones anyways” you whisper, then in a flash his mouth meets yours, it’s passionate and gentle, it’s fire but also calm. Your fingers grasp his jacket as you pull him in closer, moulding your body to his own, his fingers move from your face to your neck, tilting your face to give him better access. His other hand grasps your thigh as he pulls it over his hip, grounding down into you causing a low whimper from your lips, moving from your mouth he kisses down your neck, nipping at your sweet spot, your hands slide into his hair as you grind into his hips once more.

Your movement causes him to gasp before quickly pulling himself away from you, leaving you a breathless mess. “I shouldn’t have done that” he worries, “My Lord?” You ask confused and worried, “I shouldn’t have put you in that position I am so very sorry” he repeats and your heart sinks, was he going to reject you now? Were you about to loose all credibility? Sensing your despair he quickly comforts you, “What I mean to say is that shouldn’t have happened before I asked for your hand, I do not wish to dishonour you, if you will have me and your brother agrees to it, I would very much like to make you my wife” he confirms, “Really?” You ask.

“Yes really, I am quite enamoured with you my dearest y/n, I came here to the Ton to seek out a wife, I thought I could find a match of convenience, one where I could travel and my wife would happily stay at home managing my estate. I did not think love was in the cards for me, I believed that my work would take up too much space in my heart for that, but then I met you, and my goodness did you change everything” he explains.

“Is this a confession of love my Lord?” You ask still very much breathless.

“It is yes, I didn’t come here to seek it which makes this as much a surprise to me as it is to yourself” he replies.

“I love you too” you admit, which causes his handsome face to light up, “I too did not believe this would happen, when my brother asked me to debut this season, I admit I hated the very idea, but I’m so very glad I did as it lead me to you” You confess.

“Well then my love, I believe I have a question to ask your brother” he replies, his hand seeking to find your own, grasping his with yours you reply “I suppose you do”. He gives you one last kiss on your cheek before heading inside to seek out your brother. You are still stood against the house, breaths still racing as you trace your lips with your fingertips, the tingling of his kisses still present.

Upon entering your home that evening Anthony stops you “Y/N may I speak with you a moment?” He asks, “Yea of course brother what is it?”

“Lord Debling has asked for my permission to propose to you, he says he has the deepest of feelings for you and he wishes you to be his wife, I know him to be a very kind man, one who obviously wouldn’t ever hurt an animal or a woman, he has a great estate and great prospects, so if it’s what you want I will agree to it at once, but I told him I had to talk with my sister first” he explains.

You smile knowing how deeply your family cares for each other, this is something you will never take for granted. “Truth is brother, I love him very much, I didn’t think it were possible to find someone I could fall for so deeply, but here we are” you reply.

“Very well then I shall give him my permission” Anthony affirms. You walk over and give him a chaste kiss to the cheek, “Thank you brother” you respond, he nods giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze before wandering off.

You were going to be married! Not only that to a man you love, you felt such happiness in that moment your chest could burst.

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The next morning whilst reading your maid walked in announcing Lord Debling was here to see you, you nod at her to let him in.

“Hello my love, are you well this morning?” He asks as he enters the room.

“I am quite well my Lord thank you” you smile.

“Please call me Alfred, such formalities feel no longer necessary”

“Very well Alfred, but then you must call me y/n so we are on equal terms” you reply.

He laughs, “Of course, my dearest y/n, so I’m guessing it’s no secret to as why I am here?” He asks.

“Well I have an idea, but I will need you to clarify” you respond with wit.

“Very well Miss y/n Bridgerton” he begins before getting down on one knee, “You have bewitched my heart, and I’m asking if you will do me the extraordinary honour of becoming my wife?”

Walking towards him you kneel down in front of him, reaching out and tracing his stubbled cheek, “Yes Alfred, I will marry you” you gush before moving in and placing your lips against his, in a sweet soft kiss.

Just then all your family enter the room offering congratulations, you thank them all but your eyes never leave his, as you think to yourself yes you believe this will be a very happy marriage indeed.

[alexagirlie]

Bathhouse Rewards

A/N: uh I hope everyone can go to church (or your equivalent) after reading this :D a labour of love. a mess of self indulgent filth.

To everyone I promised 2 parts... sorry! I wrote it one single longshot instead, my WIP is breeding again... hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard by me, divider by @zaldritzosrose

Fandom: The Last Kingdom

Pairing: Reader x Finan x Osferth x Sihtric x Uhtred

Rating: E, definitely E

Words: 5k on the dot

Content Warnings: smut. filthy filthy smut. poly relationships. nudity. vaginal fingering. vaginal sex. oral sex (f receiving). multiple orgasms. masturbating/hand job (m/m). rimming. anal sex (f receiving). touch of rough sex. double penetration. cum eating. frottage (m/m). implied voyeurism. implied exhibitionism. coccham squad being their charming selves and reader is down to fuck.

taglist (pls ask to be added or removed): @foxyanon @gemini-mama @thenameswinter99 @legitalicat

It had been a hard fight but the battle was won and you traveled with your Lord, Uhtred, and a small company of his most trusted men. You rode at the back of the group, trailing behind Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric and Osferth. You traveled not back to Coccham, the village you all called home, but to Wintanchester, to report the results of Uhtred's latest victory to King Alfred. 

You arrived in Wintanchester just as the sun was setting and the fading light blanketed the sprawling city. Wintanchester was prospering, in no small part thanks to the efforts of your Lord and his warriors, and the town boasted the best Inns and amenities one could possibly ask for.

One such amenity was the newly constructed public bathhouse, fashioned after the style of baths the Romans of old had once used and was hugely popular amongst nobles and peasants alike. It was made of many rooms filled with great sunken pools built of smooth stone blocks and filled to the brim with an endless supply of simmering hot water, scented sweet and alluring. 

It was these very baths that the men you accompanied wouldn't stop talking about as they entered Wintanchester. Luckily the recent victory made Uhtred generous and he offered to pay for a private room at the bathhouse as a reward for a battle well fought.

“I must report to Alfred first but we have earned this reward.” He declared as he turned his horse towards Alfred's keep. He tossed a small leather pouch in Finan's direction, the Irishman deftly catching it. “For the Inn and the bathhouse. I will join you soon.”

You had just broken away from the group, urging your horse towards your preferred stable outside your favourite inn when Uhtred's voice called your attention back to him.

“Feel free to join us!” He called out, humour clear in his voice, “if you can stomach the stink on this lot.” 

His words were met with rolled eyes and laughter from his assembled men, clearly meant to be a jest but the idea stuck with you as you got your horse settled and fed and saw to your bed for the night.

Why not take Uhtred up on his offer? Why not offer yourself to them and see what the fates had planned for you?

All four of the men had been subtly trying to court you for weeks, assisting you with chores around Coccham, leaving you small but thoughtful gifts. Must you choose? Each man had their own appeal, with no clear winner in your heart.

Osferth was such a sweet and caring soul, who never failed to inspire you with his bravery on the field even though it was obvious that fighting was not in his nature. He was an incredibly open-minded young man, who never judged others, he treated them all with compassion whether Saxon or Dane, Christian or Pagan.

Sihtric seemed rough on the outside but his loyalty was unmatched to any other who served under Uhtred's command. Almost loyal to a fault but that was something you greatly admired about him, his willingness to do whatever was requested of him, no matter how unpleasant the task was.

Finan was the most level headed of the group, a trait which made him a fearsome warrior and a highly capable commander of Uhtred's houseguard. He was incredibly protective of those that had earned his regard and in recent months that had extended to you. You would forever be grateful to have him at your back, on or off the battlefield.

Uhtred was bold, some might even go so far as to say rash but his battle cunning had led to many victories in service to Wessex and Alfred and that made him a Lord many wished to follow. He was generous and always shared the spoils of his battles with his men and with the villagers under his care in Coccham. 

Each man could offer you something different and fulfilling but you wanted to be greedy, you didn't want to choose. You wanted them all, and why not? They were an exceptionally close group of warriors, loyal to each other and closer than brothers. Surely they would be capable of sharing you?

Decision made you left your saddlebag, your weapons and your armour in your rented room and left the Inn to find the bathhouse. You arrived in time to watch as  Finan paid the attendant for their stay and he, Osferth and Sihtric were led out of sight towards one of the private rooms. You waited in the shadows for nearly a full candle mark until Uhtred arrived, his business with Alfred concluded. 

You followed Uhtred, easily slipping past the attendant and sneaking down the hallway toward the room your men were in. You tried not to stare as Uhtred removed his tunic and trousers, revealing the muscular warrior's body hidden underneath, the only bit of softness on him the curve of his arse and the soft length of his cock hanging between his thighs. 

The thought of that cock stretching you open made your breath hitch in your throat and already you could feel the wetness between your legs. You forced yourself to turn away as your Lord walked out of sight, and you could hear the muffled sound of splashing and low voices coming from the private room. 

Your face was burning as you took several steadying breaths to try and calm your racing heart. Your stomach was fluttering, nerves and good sense warring with your decision, trying to convince you that this was a terrible idea, that they would reject you or pass it off as a jest and laugh you out of the room. 

Or worse. That when presented with your nude body they would be completely unmoved. Their actions over the recent weeks not courting attempts like you had assumed but simple friendly assistance to another warrior and friend and they didn't desire you at all.

You took another fortifying breath and pushed your worries from your mind. You had not misinterpreted their intentions or the look in their eyes when you caught them staring. The heat, the desire. You were doing this. 

You disrobed as quickly as you could and wrapped yourself in one of the provided towels, at least if this didn't go completely according to plan you wouldn't be completely bare. You steeled your resolve and entered the room. 

It took a moment for them to notice your presence and you can admit to yourself that you enjoyed how they were all shocked into silence at your appearance. You gave them a moment to speak as you walked closer to the edge of the bath but none of the men did more than just watch so you were forced to finally break the silence. 

“Thought I would take you up on your offer Lord, if it still stands?”

You see the struck dumb expression on Uhtred's face and a quick glance down showed that at least one part of the Lord did not mind you interrupting them as you get your first real glimpse of his cock. You had seen each of the men partially nude before, tending wounds and washing in the river after a battle, but never like this, never hard and aching for you. The Lord was quick to sit back in the water, hiding his arousal from you while gesturing for you to take a seat.

You bit back a grin as you stepped into the warm water. You leave your towel wrapped around you until you are fully submerged and only then did you bare yourself completely, fighting the rising heat in your face as they all watched you with darkened eyes. The water obscures some of your form but not all and it was obvious how they drank you in. 

“Well the way you all talked about this place I just had to try it out for myself. I deserve to be rewarded too.” You smiled cautiously, “and there are none I would rather share it with.”

You see the men share a look with each other, silently communicating, trying to uncover the truth and meaning behind your words. 

Finan gave voice to their thoughts, “A lady bathing alone with a group of renowned warriors … people might think you are looking to get humped.”

You gather every ounce of your self confidence and send the Irish warrior a flirtatious look. “Perhaps that is exactly what I am hoping will happen.”

You watch as your words sank in, as your meaning became clear and you know they understood perfectly when Uhtred suddenly stood and stalked towards you until he towering over you. You would have been intimidated but it was hard to be when you had seen this man so drunk he couldn't walk, and the fact that the sight of his hard cock made your mouth water.

“Well then as your Lord I demand first rights.” Uhtred managed to look a Lord in that moment as well, nude, cock rising from between his thighs, but the confidence exuding from the man could only come from nobility. 

Finan snorted and leaned back on the stone ledge, his arms spread out on either side of him, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing with the action.

“Maybe she wants a proper cock first, not that small thing you boast between your legs.” He teased, the humour clear in his voice and Uhtred playfully splashed the other man and made a jibe back about showing Finan a proper cock.

You look at the other two men present, trying to gauge their reaction to your words.

You look to Osferth first and the poor baby monk was as red as a tomato, the stain spreading over his face and even his ears were pink! He had trouble meeting your eyes but he flashed you a bashful smile below looking away again. He would be so sweet when you got to him.

Sihtric, you noticed, couldn't take his eyes off you, but he sweetly kept those eyes on your face, not on other parts of you a man might reasonably be distracted by. He had a look of mild concern on his face. 

When he saw you looking, he opened his mouth to ask another, important question “Are you sure that is what you want?”

He looked reassured when you nodded.

“I know what to expect.” You answered him with a sly look. You licked your lips before asking with a cheeky grin “How would you have worked off the energy if I did not join you?” 

It was a rhetorical question, You were both aware that you knew the answer of course, having seen Sihtric sneak into both Osferth’s and Finan's tents before or Finan slipping into Uhtreds. Had heard the sounds coming from those same tents afterward. You had even crossed paths with Sihtric after one such encounter, the disheveled state of his hair and clothing and the love marks on his neck evidence enough to confirm your suspensions. 

It was not unusual for warriors to lie with each other on the road or before battle after all and you didn't mind the idea of it. In fact you had often found yourself wondering what they would look like together, their battle hardened bodies bare and tangled together. The thought had helped you find pleasure in the dead of night, when all you had was the touch of your own hands and your imagination.

You hoped you would have the chance to learn the reality of it that night. To see if they worked as well together, here, as they did on the battlefield.

“Now,” you held a hand out toward Uhtred. “Let the Lord have his fun, Finan.”

You thought you would feel self conscious,  being kissed while another, or several others, watched. Your previous relations had always been behind closed doors or hidden away in a tent, never with an audience, but as Uhtred's lips met yours all worries were swept away. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest as your arms clung to his shoulders. He was so warm and you burrowed in even closer.

You felt Uhtred's tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you immediately granted. You moaned as his hands found their way into your hair, fingers threading through the braids, and he tilted your head to give the kiss the best angle. You opened your mouth wider and his tongue tangled together with yours. Uhtred was a good kisser, thorough and demanding and you soon found your knees weak as he stole the very breath from your lungs. 

You ran your hands down his body, fingers mapping out each dip and curve, learning the strength contained within. 

Uhtred returned the favour, his hands moving out of your hair and traveling down your body, learning you just as you learned him. His hands settled just below your arse, gripping tight and the flexing of his upper body the only warning you got before he lifted you clear out of the water, mouths never separating. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard cock trapped between you, and your core throbbed at the hot press of it against your most intimate place. You wanted it in you so badly.

Uhtred sat on the bench which lined the perimeter of the bath and settled you into his lap. The action sliding his cock against the front of your body, his length wet with a combination of your slick and his own weeping head. He slid his hands over your body, traveling up your sides, brushing against the swell of your breasts before roaming back down. 

You felt like a goddess, like Freyja made flesh and these men were here to worship you.

You were so wet for him already, for them, that when one of Uhtred's hands slipped between the press of your bodies and he worked his fingers between your thighs, they quickly became wet and slippery. The matching moans you let out as they slid between your folds, barely paying attention to your nub, barely a touch, a tease, then finding your aching core. You raised up on your knees to give him more room and he pressed two inside. You were so ready that they slid in with no resistance and you rocking down against his hand, taking them in deeper. 

You throw your head back as he twisted his fingers inside you, gasping and shuddering as he worked the two, then three into the tight grip of your body. The palm of his hands was pressed against your mound, providing the perfect pressure against your throbbing nub and already you felt the familiar heat growing in your belly. 

It had been a long time since you had last been with a man, your body responding more desperately than you were used to and all it took for you to come wailing was Uhtred's lips wrapping around one hardened nipple and sucking. 

Your voice quivered and echoed through the room, growing in volume as your Lord drew the pleasure out until you were forced to shove him away. Your inner walls were still pulsing as Uhtred pulled his fingers free and the heat was back in your face at the sight of them glistening with the evidence of your release. 

He licked them clean with a few swipes of his tongue and he moaned lowly before giving you a wink. “That was fast.”

You smacked his chest weakly at the comment. 

“Do not look so pleased with yourself Lord Uhtred,” you warned playfully, trying to hide the embarrassment running through you, ‘I haven't had a man since before joining you lot. You've scared away all other suitors.”

You pouted as Uhtred shared an amused look with the other men, a soft chuckled you recognized as Sihtric coming from behind you.

You felt a presence at your back, a wall of heat, then a familiar voice, Irish accent made even thicker with what you assumed was arousal “Apologies, we wanted you for ourselves. Couldn’t risk anyone else stealing you away.”

You lean back in Uhtred hold, your back pressed against Finan’s broad, muscled chest and felt the scrape of beard on your neck as he laid gentle kisses on your skin. His hands settled on your hips and he guided you to raise up higher as Uhtred got a hand between your bodies to line his cock up with your cunt. 

“Ready?” Uhtred asked, his piercing blues eyes meeting yours as he waited for you to nod your consent.

The sound that escaped you as you sank down on Uhtred's cock was barely a sigh, it was breathy and waivered but was filled with so much pleasure as your walls were stretched wide around his girth. 

It really had been to long since you've been humped good and proper and as you adjust and Uhtred started to fuck you in earnest you let yourself get lost in the feeling. The pleasant burn of his cock stretching you open and filling you to the hilt. The pace he set as he thrust up into you as two pairs of hands guide the rocking of your hips. 

You felt amazing being held between these two men, Uhtred playing with your breasts, cupping them firmly and his tongue paying special attention to your perk nipples before sucking them into his mouth. Finan at your back, running his hands over your body and down to rub teasing circles around your nub. It didn't take much to build you back up to the edge of another, mind shattering orgasm. A nip of Uhtred's teeth and one last clever application of Finan's fingers and you were crying out in overwhelming pleasure as you shook through your release.

You barely noticed as Uhtred pulled his cock out, slumped bonelessly against Finan's chest, and stroked himself until he spent, his seed spilling over his fingers and disappearing into the water.

You were roused from your stupor when you heard moaning coming from the other side of the bath and you looked over to see Sihtric and Osferth. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder and Osferth's head was tipped back, his eyes hooded and dark with arousal as they watched you being ravished, cheeks now red.

Sihtric’s hands were under the water, the shifting muscle of his shoulder and the blurry shadow of his arms moving told you he had both his own and Osferth's cock in hand and was stroking leisurely. 

You sighed, moved by the sight and you considered going to one of them next when Finan took the decision right out of your hands. He forced your attention back on him as he hefted you out of Uhtred's lap and you couldn't stop the squeal you let out at the unexpected action. He carried you to the edge of the bath so he could bend you over the warm stones. 

“Ready for a real cock?” he asked as he leaned over your back, gently moving one of your braids out of your face.

You laughed at the Irishman's confident attitude but the sound pittered out into a desperate moan as he slid his hard cock between your folds and the head bumped up against your nub sending a jolt of heat up your spine. 

You were swollen and a little sore already but you wanted him inside you just as desperately as you had wanted Uhtred. You arched your back and pressed your heated cheek to the stones.

“Please” you begged, looking up at the Irishman from the corner of your eye  “Please.”

The feeling of him sliding into you took your breath away, the feeling of his huge cock spearing you open made your legs tremble and tears of pleasure fill your eyes and you moaned brokenly as he bottomed out. His hips pressed flush to your arse as he let you adjust. He was bigger then Uhtred, much bigger and you needed a moment to catch your breath and relax enough for him to start fucking you, and fuck you he did. 

Finan was unrelenting, fucking you hard, making you feel each thrust as his large cock stretched you out and made you feel so full. He fucked you so hard that the edge of the stones tiles dug into the meat of your thighs and even that sharp sting felt so good and made you even wetter for him. 

He grabbed you by the hips, pulling your body back into each thrust at the perfect angle to slam against your most sensitive spot. The unrelented pounding, combined with the rough brush of the stone tiles against your sensitive nipples hurtling you towards another release.

You had never finished more than twice before so a third caught you completely by surprise. You thrashed against the stone, wailing as the pleasure crashed over you and left you quaking in its wake.

You barely noticed the splash of wet heat as Finan pulled out and finished across your lower back and the curve of your arse.

You laid there, limp and breathing hard, stunned by the strength of the orgasm you had just experienced. Briefly you wondered if you could actually handle all four men, but determination pushed the thought away. You wanted them all and so you would have them all. 

“Sihtric, help the lady get cleaned up.”

You gasped at the feeling of a wet tongue sliding across your skin, cleaning away the splatters of Finan's seed. 

He didn't stop there, his tongue wiggled its way between your folds and Sihtric moaned as your slick flooded his mouth. 

You gasped as that tongue moved up, between the cheeks of your arse and over your hole. You flinched, not sure if you liked the feeling or not.

Sihtric pulled away and nipped at the flesh of your hip. “Have you ever taken a man here before?” He asked, voice raspy and filled with arousal. His fingers teasing over your arse as you shook your head vehemently. You were far from a blushing maiden but you had never had a man take you in that way.

“Would you like to?”

His words stunned you into stillness. Would you? Why? You knew that when men lay together that was how it was done but why would you want to?

Sihtric seemed to be able to read your mind and he helped you to face him and he gathered you into his arms. He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, soft and sweet, at odds with the depravity that the five of you were in the midst of. 

“I would like to share you with Osferth. Keep you between us as we both claim you and make you ours,” he explained, pressing another sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You still weren't sure and Sihtric held you tighter. “I promise it will feel good and if it doesn't we can stop.”

You looked up into his eyes, noting how dark they had turned with his arousal.

“Have you done it before?” You asked, “with a woman I mean.”

“I have,” he answered, no hesitation in his voice. “I've shared women with Osferth before, and with Finan.”

You looked over at Osferth, the shy baby monk giving you an encouraging smile as he waded a few steps closer to where you and Sihtric stood.

You thought it over carefully and the idea of being held between them was definitely an appealing one. Having both their hands on you, being filled with both their cocks, sharing something you had never shared with anyone else before. You felt warm and your cunt throbbed.

You nodded. 

Sihtric helped turn you back over onto your front so he could press lips and tongue to your arse again, getting you slick and ready to take them both. Once he deemed you ready, Sihtric rearranged you to his liking. 

He sat on the edge of the bath with his feet on the bench in the steaming water. He had your back to his chest and your legs spread wide with Osferth kneeling on the bench between them. They had your legs hooked over the crook of Sihtric’s elbows and they both helped balanced your weight as they lowered you onto Sihtric's cock. He wasn't as thick as Finan was but he was longer and the feeling of him filling your arse was strange. It didn't hurt, you were too relaxed from three orgasms and Sihtric's ministrations to get you ready but you weren't sure if you liked it. 

At least, not until Osferth brushed teasing fingers over your nub, the surprisingly confident touch sending heat to your core and you moaned as you started to relax. it finally started to feel good as the two men lifted and lowered you with ease between them. 

Sihtric fucked you a little faster, a little harder and Osferth slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. They were long and nimble but stayed inside you only for a short while before he withdrew them so he could shift closer and pressed his cock inside you instead.

You were full to near bursting, the feeling overwhelming as they alternated thrusting inside of you. Your most sensitive spot being stimulated in a way you had never experienced before and you couldn't stop the way you went completely boneless between them, the way your lips fell open and the most lewd moans poured out. 

There was no way that the other patrons of the bathhouse couldn't hear the noises you were making but you didn't care. You didn't care about the rumours that would spread across the town, the dirty looks you would receive. All you cared about was how good it felt to finally be fucked by your men.

Your not sure how much time had past but both Sihtric and Osferth were fucking you harder and harder. Their rhythm faltered as they neared their peaks. Suddenly a truly lustful thought flooded your mind and you couldn't stop yourself from giving it voice.

“In me please!” You begged, loudly, “I want you to finish in me, both of you!”

Your words served to be the last push they needed and you moaned as your insides were flooded with heat. They filled you to the brim, seed dripping hotly from your used holes as they pulled their softening cocks from you and left a milky trail in the hot water.

You didn't peak again while pressed between them, too many sensations left you overstimulated but your cunt throbbed, and you debated reaching down to finish yourself when Sihtric moved you from his lap and settled you against the stone tiles once more. The stones felt cool on your heated flesh and you sighed as the Dane knelt on the bench at your feet and buried his face between your thighs. He lapped at you, ate at your cunt like he was starving for you. Like he hadn't just fucked you full of his seed, cleaning out the mess that both men had left behind.

He was focused on his task, focused on pushing you over into the abyss one last time and soon your legs were shaking and you were whining, breathless and desperate, so close. Two thick fingers slid into your aching cunt and his lips wrapped around your nub and it was over. Your thighs slammed shut around his head as you rode it out against his tongue, mouth open in a soundless scream as you thrashed in his hold. Your fingers clenched tightly in his hair, hard enough that your fingers ached.

Sihtric moaned against your cunt and just let you use him.

Finally you relaxed your legs from their vice grip around Sihtric's ears and you pushed his head away, pleasure giving way and the stimulation became too much. 

“Was that good lady?” Sihtric asked, a cocky grin on his face, his chin wet with the evidence of how much you had enjoyed yourself.

You laughed at his attitude but answered honestly all the same. “That was good, that was very good.”

You are distracted by the sound of splashing water and moaning. You looked over to see Uhtred and Finan locked in a passionate embrace against the opposite wall of the bath. Their hips grinding together, chasing release. They didn't seem to mind the audience, in fact when Uhtred noticed you watching he moaned even louder. 

It was over quickly and they stained each other with seed.

It was beautiful and you hoped that next time you could watch and proper enjoy the sight of your men fucking each other.

It was Osferth who helped you get cleaned up. The perfect gentleman as he ran a soapy cloth over your skin and washed away what remained of your activities. 

It took a long time for the strength to return to your limbs and the first thing you did was cup the baby monk's face between your palms and brought his mouth to yours. He let you control the kiss, the boldness you saw as he had fucked you given way to his more submissive and timid nature. You didn't mind, it was nice to press your tongue into his mouth and explore it leisurely. There was no heat, no lead up to something more.

You didn’t break apart until a cleared throat broke your daze and you saw Sihtric had brought a towel and your clothing which earned the Dane a bright smile that he returned.

Osferth helped you out of the water and dried you off, still the perfect gentleman in face of your nudity and helped you redress. 

You hissed as the rough fabric of your tunic scraped against your nipples, rubbed raw from mouths and the stone tiles.

“Next time we are doing this in a proper bed.”

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Title: Having Relations

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne x Female Reader

Warning(s): SMUT!!! MINORS DNI! 18+ only!

One of my first smuts, please don’t hate 😭

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It was quiet throughout Wayne Manor, not a single sound could be heard through the home. Damian, Tim, Dick and Jason were hanging out with friends. Alfred was out for the weekend, and that left you and Bruce all alone.

Lately, the two of you have been too busy to spend time together, let alone it being ‘alone time’. That’s why you’re upstairs doing your hair and makeup. At this point, you look like you could be on the cover of Playboy. Your hair was curled in big curls, and your makeup looked like it had been done by a professional.

You fixed the last few strands of hair, and put on a little bit of Bruce’s favorite color of lipstick. You puckered at the mirror, and looked at yourself.

You were wearing a black push-up bra and a pair of black panties. Then you put on a silk robe to cover up with, until you went down to Bruce’s study. A black pair of loubotin heels tied the entire outfit together. As you were walking out the door, you remembered how much Bruce loved Ralph Lauren’s Romance perfume on you.

Quickly you sprayed it all over and dabbed it onto your wrists and neck. After you gave one last look in the mirror, you walked down the long stair case. Before you walked into the study, you adjusted your breasts so they were perky and held up just enough.

You peered around the doorway, and Bruce was sitting at his desk with his reading glasses on. He was sipping on some bourbon, and his attention was completely devoted to whatever paperwork he was looking at.

When Bruce didn’t notice you, you walked up behind him and laid your head on his back. “Hey, doll.” He said quietly, and you breathed in his scent.

“Need a refill?” You asked, and he held up the glass. “Yes. That would be great.” He replied, and you walked over to the liquor cabinet.

Slowly, you poured the liquid into the glass with ice. You walked back behind Bruce, and handed him the glass. He mumbled a quiet: ‘thank you’, and not once did he look back.

You walked over to the front of his desk and stood there, waiting for him to notice. Once he looked up, you smiled. Bruce took his glasses off, “Already going to bed, darling?” He asked, and you shook your head.

Biting your bottom lip, you untied the silk robe, and let it slide down your *almost* naked body. Bruce smiled, “What are you doing?” He asked, and you sat down on the couch in front of him.

You spread your legs just a little bit so he could a glimpse of what he had been missing. Bruce’s cheeks turned red, “The boys and Alfred are all going to be gone for a while. So I figured we could have fun.” You said as you played with your bra strap. “We could have fun like we use to, Mr. Wayne…”

After you said that, Bruce’s eyes darkened. He sat his glasses down, and stood up from his chair. Slowly, he made his way over to you, but you stood up to meet him halfway. His eyes scanned your entire body, “You’re so sexy, Mrs.Wayne.” He whispered as his hand caressed your cheek.

Bruce titled your jaw back so he could kiss your lips. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, and he grabbed your ass. When you let out a gasp, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. He brought his hand down to your neck, and his hand gently rested there.

His other hand cupped your cheek, and his thumb ran over your bottom lip. “You’re so gorgeous.” He whispered as he looked into your eyes.

“I need you Bruce.” You whispered back and his hands slowly dragged your bra straps down your shoulders, revealing your breasts.

Bruce gently pinched your nipple, and began kissing you from your chin, to your neck, and all the way down to the middle of your chest. He made his way down to your navel, and now he was where your panties were.

You breathing was shaky, and he looked up at you. “You smell so good, Y/N. Are you wearing that perfume I got you?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Good girl.” He whispered, as he pulled down your panties, revealing your wet pussy. The cold air made you gasp, and Bruce didn’t waste a minute. He had you pushed down onto to the couch and spread your legs, and placed them over his shoulders.

His fingers ran through your wet slit, “Already so wet for me, Mrs. Wayne.” His tongue delved straight in. Bruce sucked on your clit, making you jump, but his hands held down your hips.

His tongue lapped up all of your juices; he moaned as he ate you out. “So delicious, baby.” He said before going back to work.

You were so close to coming, but you pulled him up to your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, but you were ready for him.

Next thing you knew, Bruce was on top of you. But you took control and flipped him over. He smiled at your dominance, “Are you taking control baby?” He asked.

All you could do was smile. You tore open his shirt revealing his toned abs; you sunk to your knees on the floor. You licked from his chest down to abs, leaving hickies on the way down.

Bruce began to unbuckle his pants, revealing the thick line from his cock. You were already drooling, at the outline of his cock, so you took it upon yourself to reach into his pants and pull it out.

Precum was already dripping from his tip. Before you could get your mouth around him, Bruce pulled you up, “No, I want to feel you.” He pulled you up onto his lap, and you aligned yourself with his thick cock.

You gently started to lower yourself onto him, and Bruce let out a groan. “You feel so good, baby.” After a few minutes of riding him, Bruce flipped you down on your stomach, and began to fuck you from behind.

He gave your ass a slap, leaving a red hand print. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the entire room. You moaned with every thrust, and it encouraged Bruce to keep going.

His thumb rubbed your clit, and you were a moaning mess. “I’m about to cum…” you whined and Bruce stopped.

“Not yet princess.” He said and he flipped you onto your back. “What a pretty pussy…” he said before pushing his cock back into you.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer, your juices coated his cock, and you finally released all over him. Bruce groaned as he came all inside you, coating your insides.

Bruce pulled out of you, and grabbed the blanket lying across the couch. He covered your naked body and laid down next to you. “We need to make more time for this.” He said and you laughed.

“How about every weekend?” You asked, and he looked over and smiled at you. “Do you have it in you to go another round?” He asked, and you smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We better hurry before the-”

“Mom? Father? We’re home!” You heard Damian call out and you rested your head on Bruce’s shoulder. He caressed your shoulder, “It’s not too late to jump out the window and go get in the Benz, and go rent a hotel room.” He said, and footsteps approached the study.

“Boys, don’t come in—-”

Damian flung the door open, “Mom, Dad, Jason is a complete and total— why are you guys laying like that? Why are there clothes all over the floor? Are you guys okay?”

Jason walked in after him and covered his eyes, “OH MY GOD! DAMIAN, THEY’RE HAVING RELATIONS YOU MORON!”

Damian turned pale, “Oh…oh my…” he covered his eyes, and turned to run. But he ran into the wall next to the door, knocking himself out.

“Damian!” You sat up with the blanket wrapped around your body.

Jason grabbed Damian by the arm and dragged him out of the room. The door slammed behind them, and you looked down at Bruce. “I think we scarred Damian…” you whispered and Bruce chuckled.

“He needs to learn how to knock.”

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I hope you guys enjoyed this… this was one of my first times writing smut, so please don’t hate on it too much. ☠️😂

[emo-batboy]

i'd like the chart thanks!

Also, there's another person who wants to rp Leo, can they?

Okay a few people are asking for the chart so here’s the current chart!! (I took out some characters that are still not as fleshed out. That includes Nathan, Ria, Nina, Ashley, Zoe, Ray, Maggie, and the hater and Metropolis characters, but they’re all filler characters rn)

A Wild Battinson Character Lore Continuity

- Felicity

- Oldest of the bunch, right between Millennial and Gen Z

- Works at an office, besties with everyone there. Corporate girlie (does use the term girlboss)

- Like if a Gothamite/Bruce Wayne fan was swiftie-coded?

- She has a pet pitbull, you know that kind of white girl

- Tatum

- Goth U, Comp Sci major

- Keeps everyone he knows online at arms length so we don’t know much, has a small close knit friend group irl but he’s also mutuals with everybody on twitter because he’s that kinda guy yk?

- But they’re slowly convincing him. He’s getting there

- Marzia

- Oh god poor Marzia

- Italian, born in Northern Italy, English is her second language but you wouldn’t be able to tell if it weren’t for her slight accent

- Biggest Bruce Wayne stan, will go feral, but only gets replies from him at the worst moments possible

- *snorts like cocaine* “Please don’t do cocaine” is my personal favorite

- Goth U, she gives art major vibes but tacked on a double major in psychology last minute so now she’s staying a fifth year

- Reads smut, writes smut, part of the poetry club, def on booktok, you know the type

- Alejandro

- Runs an ice cream stand in the park on the weekends when it’s warm enough

- Bi, Dating Leo (pfp is them holding hands because he’s a whipped son of a bitch)

- He’s like if that normal-looking kind of athletic guy who always wore sweatshirts and basketball shorts to class just suddenly mentioned he had a boyfriend one day.

- He’s straight-coded but more specifically “the straight guy that gay guys have crushes on against their better judgement”-coded

- Knew the whole time he was bi but never REALLY liked a guy until Leo 🥺. whenever he looks at Leo, he’s got those madly in love eyes

- Thinks Batman is hot and suffers constant torment from Leo (who has a crush on Bruce) because of it

- Ale just wants to be bench pressed is that too much to ask? But It’s his fault he’s a twunk dating a twink so—

- Goth U, Really interested in tech stuff but he’s actually a sports medicine major. He wants to be a physical therapist for athletes

- Cannot hold his liquor

- Smile Watch

- Who knows

- It’s a mystery

- Lela

- Goth Girl

- BFF’s with Nico (goth girl, e-boy solidarity)

- Also good friends with Natalie, they lined up all their gen Ed’s together

- Chill in a Morticia Addams kinda way. She is Morticia Addams actually

- Mom owns a convenience store, she helps out after classes a lot

- Studied for the MCAT, did pretty well, she wants to be a doctor (probably neurosurgeon but it depends on what internship she gets)

- Currently completing the undergrad to grad program at Goth University with a masters in public health

- Natalie

- Former intern, now ASSISTANT at Wayne Press

- Got the job because she impressed Bruce with her good reporting skills, now works mostly on organizing press releases and maintaining Bruce’s public image

- Great at her job because she knows social media and Bruce Wayne Stans the best (she is one obv)

- (Babysits Bruce when Alfred is busy, how did this happen, why is this her job now? She’s tired of his shit lol)

- Still technically working part-time because she hasn’t gotten her degree yet, but she’s set to work full time after she graduates Goth U in May

- Sometimes while sitting at her desk she just gets that perspective shift where she’s like “how did I get here” Bruce Wayne Stans’ dreams do come true

- Caleb 🤡

- Literally 18/19 but aging faster than humanly possible with the stress he’s under

- Used to work at Bat Burger, left because the babysitting gig required more time

- Lives with his aunt who’s already retired (used to live alone, she never had kids or a husband so she’s loaded) He’s staying cuz his parents are super busy and travel for work :) and guess what crime-filled alley their window overlooks? I’ll give you one guess

- Babysits Tim, used to be a less serious gig but his parents have been out of town a lot lately (just vacationing without their child 🙄) and thankfully Caleb lives right across from their swanky apartment so he’s practically a nanny now (read: older sibling/third parent)

- Took a ton of childcare courses for this job and now he’s kind of interested in working at a daycare maybe? If Tim doesn’t kill him in his sleep first

- Recently graduated Goth High, now takes online classes at Goth Community College while deciding what to do with his life

- Jarod

- Recently graduated Goth High, now taking a gap year before starting GothU in the fall. Him and Caleb were always in the same classes so they’re super close (they’re the youngest)

- Future Comp Sci/English major (he wants to be a video game writer)

- Has a younger sister, and technically the oldest child but spiritually he’s the middle child.

- His parents and Priyanka’s parents are close friends so he kind of grew up seeing Priyanka as an older sister. That’s why they’re Like That.

- Literally so fed up with Priyanka, it’s not even funny (yes it is) but the second you’re rude to Priyanka, he will deck you, watch yourself

- Katie (Sweater Thief)

- ER Nurse at Gotham General Hospital, mostly does night shifts

- Gives chronically online energy when she’s online, but everyone in real life wouldn’t suspect a thing because she’s so good at having her life together (the code switch will give you whiplash)

- Surprisingly older than most of the others despite being Like That.

- Literally graduated with a 4.2 GPA how tf?

- BFF’s with Leo then became BFF’s with Ale too after they started dating (she is slowly corrupting Ale and I think that’s beautiful)

- Creator of the Babygirl Bruce Wayne Agenda and PROUD

- Priyanka

- Works at coffee shop owned by her mom called Caffe Mood. She plans to run it one day. Currently a barista

- Goth U, business major (accounting)

- Bilingual, knows Hindi

- LESBIAN QUEEN

- Despite being gay, She is allowed to think Bruce Wayne is hot, that is her Right

- Mad fucking crush on Georgia, calls her Georgie. Intends to never tell a soul. Will fail miserably

- Dead fucking set on the idea that Batman’s a vampire

- But she thinks everyone’s a vampire so—

- Her parents and Jarod’s parents are close friends so she kind of grew up seeing Jarod as a younger brother. That’s why they’re Like That

- Jarod is constantly on her nerves, wtf Jarod (but be mean to him and she’ll kill you)

- Leo

- Works at bookstore called Gotham City Bookstore

- Gay, Dating Alejandro

- Twink (derogatory)

- Swears his gaydar is the most accurate there is (always wrong)

- Made being gay his entire personality because he had an identity crisis in middle school and proceeded to have a massive crush on some straight guy all of high school (that guy was Ale, Leo’s gaydar is so off)

- BFF’s with Katie despite being a few years younger. They were in a high school production of Sweeney Todd together and the rest was history

- Calls every single celebrity gay as a joke, Ale reigns him in if he’s getting too out of hand

- Used to have a mad celebrity crush on Bruce, still kinda (definitely) does

- Attends GothU, undecided for a while but ultimately settled on mathematics because it’s ironically his best subject

- One of those mf’s that needs to be held back at all costs, god help Ale

- Rose 🌹

- Works a tailoring job full time

- Good friends with Felicity, she’s like the black cat to Felicity’s golden retriever

- 70% super nice and chill, 30% wild card party girl

- Gets drinks with friends a lot, tweets when drunk but no one can tell the difference. It’s amazing

- Does not seem horny, is horny. But like normal about it? If that’s a thing

- Nico

- Kinda plays the straight man of the group if the straight man was emo

- BFF’s with Lela (e-boy, goth girl solidarity)

- KING of twitter roasts. He makes memes to end lives.

- Pansexual, single, and probably writing bad poetry in his diary about it but don’t tell anyone

- Goth U, actually dunno the major. Probs public health with Lela but doesn’t want to be a doctor. More like research parallel to social sciences

- Has a 8/9yo sister named Madelaine whom he would die for despite not expecting to be an older brother so late in the game (what were his parents thinking)

- Has tea parties with her and all that jazz. She steals his eyeliner and chain accessories all the time, also she’s friends with Dick and Barbie (yes, Barbara Gordon) so sometimes he watches over their play dates

- He’s a “tough emo boy” so he totally doesn’t laugh at Madelaine’s puns. He’s a bitch ass liar

- Kellyanne

- GothU, marine biology. Transferred from GCCC with an associates degree to save money but now she’s got a full ride cuz of the WE higher education fund

- More recent Bruce Stan

- Pretty poor upbringing, that’s how she met Bruce Wayne. He bought her whole family groceries one night after her card declined at the convenience store trying to buy dinner

- Now she’s in it for the long haul :)

- Lia

- GothU, fashion merchandising

- A GIRL’S GIRL

- Older sister also attends Goth U, but she’s in med school

- More recent Bruce Wayne stan, still not particularly in with the culture and jokes but getting there

- Friends with Georgia and Elizabeth irl. Elizabeth was in the same sorority before graduating first. Got to know Georgia after Lia found her dog with Bruce at the park outside GothU. They party together now

- Elizabeth

- Graduated GothU last May and worked an internship at LexCorp, immediately regretted it but snagged a job at WE (thank god)

- Now works as a research assistant at Wayne Tech in the R&D department for commercial products

- Didn’t really get the whole Bruce Wayne Stan thing until Bruce Wayne personally wished her a happy birthday?? The man is so sweet?

- Absolutely loves her job but still screams at rubber ducks over faulty code in her little cubicle, but that’s the industry she chose so it’s a give and take

- Met Natalie through Stan twitter and now they DM each other about working at Wayne Enterprises

- Doesn’t post much on twitter but follows the main Bruce Stan accounts, irl friends with Lia and Georgia

- Georgia

- Has a dog named Bean

- GothU, majoring in like three languages, polyglot (including Hindi 😏)

- Works at a retail home decor kinda store (home goods?)

- So lesbian-coded, but does not know it yet. Priyanka is her gay awakening. She is now a regular at Caffe Mood (She thinks she just likes the coffee (yeah right))

- Works at Goth U’s admissions department over the summer too

- Once got drunk and locked herself onto a roof by accident, ended up hanging out with Batman (he offered to break into her apartment for her but she said “nah”)

- Jane

- Works at Wayne Enterprises

- Runs bring your kid to work day (idk what her actual job is but she’s an Essential Worker, okay?)

- Very sweet, 10/10, looks on the bright side but never in a toxic positivity way

- Super social too, became work friends with Bruce because she’s nice but not draining to his social battery? They have lunch on occasion

- Watched the Graysons die with Bruce, call that trauma bonding

- Watched her toxic ex’s car burn to a crisp after a joker spree and took a selfie with it (she can have a little revenge, as a treat)

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons Chapter 1

Here's the new story! I hope y'all like it.

Summary: Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of.  A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has.  Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way? Viking!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut, abuse, violence, animal attack, blood

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The New Year was upon them.  The castle was bustling with maids and squires decorating and scrambling to get everything ready in time. The halls were filled up with garlands, pinecones, dried oranges, berries, and candles lit every ten feet.  A large tree had been hauled into the great hall during Christmas Time and decorated with the same oranges, berries and pinecones, as well as ornamental pieces that shone through the branches in the candlelight.  The last seasonal ball was to be held in a few days time, and the noble families from all over the Isles had traveled in to be part of the festivities.

Princess Y/N watched the chaos in boredom as her little brother Prince Alfred, or Alfie,  ran around the room with a stream of ribbon in hand, singing holiday songs at the top of his lungs.  As much as she loved and adored him their age difference was definitely apparent during these moments.  “I watched three ships come sailing in on Christmas day on Christmas day…”

“Alfie if you sing that wretched song one more time I will–”

“You will do nothing,” her mother, Queen Eugenia interrupted as she walked into the great hall to inspect the decorations.  “After all these years of training, you still resort to violence, you ridiculous child.”

“And you still call me a child when I near my thirtieth year, Mother,” Y/N spat back.  “Perhaps my penchant for violence comes from my frustration with said training and the constant degradation of my age and ability.”

“Your petulance and independence has made you unmarriable and therefore a thorn in my side,” Eugenia sighed.  

“There have been no, as you and Father called them, “suitable” suitors to marry me off to, Mother.  And this,” she held out her hand, opening her palm, wherein a green orb of light appeared, “scares you both to death.”

“Put your hand away!” Eugenia ran over and slapped Y/N’s hand down before anyone could see.  “Stop being so careless!”

Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Yes, Mother.”

Eugenia sat next to her.  “You will attend tonight’s ball, dressed appropriately, with a smile on your ungrateful face and nothing but patient, polite mannerisms escaping that mouth of yours.  And you will not play tricks,” she looked pointedly at Y/N’s hands.

Y/N glared at her.  “Yes, Mother.”

Eugenia sighed again.  “Go get ready.”

Y/N left the great hall as Alfie continued singing away.  Her lady’s maid followed her as she roamed the halls towards her room.  The only ones who knew about her ability were her family, the royal advisory court and her lady’s maid.  No one had been able to figure out what to do with it.  She didn’t have a handle on it, either.  She could manipulate objects and people’s bodies to move how she wanted, heal minor injuries, and when touching someone she was able to see their thoughts and feel their feelings.  She could feel that there was something more to it, that her power had the potential to grow, and yet she and her ability had been tamped down so heavily from the moment she first started exhibiting it that she was unable to truly hone it and see what she was capable of.  The advisors had researched their history and fairy tale books extensively and could not find a rhyme or reason as to why she had this power.  The only reason she had not been burned at the stake as a witch was because her father thought it could be useful to him and his never ending battle against the Norsemen.

Y/N had only seen one Norseman in her entire life.  Her father had captured one after a horrible battle and brought him back from the battlefield.  He was what they called a Berserker, a Norseman warrior that would lose all sense of self-preservation and run into battle like a feral animal, like they were out of their minds and drunk with bloodlust.  Her father had put them in a room together, separated by a line of thin prison bars.  The Norseman didn’t try to attack her, just watched her intently.  Her father told her to try her powers on him, see what she could make him do.  Y/N had refused, so her father flogged her to try and make her submit.  The Norseman had become so incensed by her father’s mistreatment that he had broken through the bars, bending them like they were butter, and just as he was about to lay his hands on her father she threw her hands up.  The Norseman was encircled in the green light, stopping him midair.  Her father gave the first genuine smile towards her she had seen in years.  

The guards had shackled him and took him away shortly after that.  The look in his eyes as they dragged him away was one of shock and betrayal.  Y/N couldn’t stand it, and that night snuck through the castle to the dungeon.  She had found secret passages as a child that she used regularly, and slipped through undetected.  She stole the keys and found his cell.  He was awake, and when he heard the jingle of the keys he looked up at her.  His eyes widened and he scurried towards the farthest wall from her.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” Y/N had whispered, holding her hands up.  He watched her carefully as she unlocked the door and swung it open.  She had stepped away, giving him room to leave.  He had slowly walked out of the cell, watching her constantly.  He stepped away towards the nearest exiting door.  “Run,” she whispered as she backed away from him, keeping her hands up.

He stopped for a moment.  He cleared his throat and asked in perfect English, “Are you a witch?”

Y/N had blinked at him in surprise.  “I…I don’t know,” she answered honestly.  This man could kill her in a second without making a sound, and yet he merely nodded.  “Thank you, Drottning,” he bowed his head to her then ran off towards the door.

Y/N had never seen or heard from him again.  The castle had been abuzz with confusion and fear upon finding him missing the next morning, but they ultimately decided that the barbarian had his ways and wasn’t worth pursuing. 

Y/N had never trusted her father again after that day, and had steered clear of him whenever and however she could.  He only wanted her for her power and what it could do for him.  He didn’t love her, he didn’t love Alfie.  He was a true English King, hoarding power and wealth wherever he could.

Y/N dressed in her holiday best for the ball and begrudgingly entered the great hall later that night.  The party was in full swing, nobles dancing together as the music played, the King and Queen laughing madly at the jester performing in front of them.  The wine was flowing, making the crowd more rowdy by the second.  As Y/N ascended the stage where the King and Queen sat she saw two short legs poking out and found Alfie hiding behind the Queen’s wide throne chair.  She quickly walked over and pulled him into her arms.  “What are you doing here, Alfie?  It’s late, and this is no place for a young boy,” she scolded him.

“Papa said I had to be here, because I’m to be king, and this is what kings do,” he mumbled.  Y/N glared over at her father, who was drinking himself into a stupor.  Alfie was a mere 11 years old, and already her father was trying to sink his dirty claws into the little boy’s mind and heart.

“No, Alfie, this is not how kings should act,” Y/N reassured him as she ran her fingers through his hair.  “Let’s get you to bed.”

Suddenly there was a loud bang and a whistling as wind whipped through the hall from where the front doors burst open.  A thunderous roar from what seemed like hundreds of men swarming the hall filled the room, echoing through the high ceilings and making Alfie cover his ears.  Y/N held him close as she huddled behind the throne, concealing him and herself as best as possible.  There were shouts and screams from the nobles as the men started to cut many of them down, pushing and beating others as they made their way to the stage.

The King and Queen sat in shocked silence as they watched their guards and nobles die or be captured around them.  Y/N glanced around looking for an escape and saw men standing in the higher windows, pointing arrows at the royals.  She knew they were seen and so any attempt to run would be met with death.  

Heavy footsteps walked up the stage steps, and before she could even move large hands were hefting her and Alfie from behind the chair.  They ripped Alfie from her arms and she screamed, trying to get ahold of him again as he cried and tried to grab for her.  Y/N’s body was wrenched around and she came face to face with a familiar looking man.

“Hello, Drottning, remember me?” the Norseman from years earlier smiled at her.

“You!” Y/N breathed as her eyes widened.

The Norseman chuckled as he led her to the front of the stage to stand next to her Mother and Father who sat dumbfounded on their thrones, Alfie on the other side of them being held back by another man.  Y/N looked around and even through her fear was struck by the attractive nature of these men.  Most of them were spattered in blood and sweat from fighting, and yet she had never seen so many handsome men.  The yelling started to die down as one Norseman walked forward, assumedly the leader, the rest of them parting to let him through.  The one approaching her and her family was easily one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life.  His long, dark brown hair was half tied back with braids that had ornaments of beads and metal cuffs attached to them.  His full beard was cut neatly and framed his pink lips, which were stretched into a menacing smirk.  His blue eyes shone bright like the ocean just after a storm, and she could see the mischievous glint in them as he scanned the family.  He was covered in Norse battle gear from just under his jaw to his feet, a large sheathed sword on his right side and a war hammer at his left.  His left arm was bare, and upon further inspection Y/N realized it wasn’t flesh, but some kind of metal, yet it looked and functioned like a normal arm.  He was huge, like all the other men, tall and broad.  His eyes settled on her and he appraised her, giving her a long look up and down.  Y/N straightened herself under his stare, refusing to bow or show weakness to him.  His smirk deepened at her as he looked back at her parents.

“King Henry, Queen Eugenia,” he greeted them in a deep, booming voice.  “I am James Barnes, Jarl of the Danes, or Norsemen as you like to call us.”  He nonchalantly took a half eaten pastry off the table closest to him and popped it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.  “What a lovely party.  We missed our invitation,” he said with a sly smile, making his men laugh heartily around him.

Henry just couldn’t help himself as he stood up.  “You aren’t wanted, heathens!  Leave immediately!”

“Now now, Henry, is that any way to speak to the ones who have conquered you?” James admonished him.  “I’ve come to make peace, and you want to scream insults?”

Y/N silently gasped.  Peace?  With the Norsemen?  

“Make peace?  While you murder my nobles and threaten my family?  That’s preposterous,” Henry scoffed.  Y/N glared at her father, silently wishing for him to shut up.

“Well you could either choose peace, or watch the rest of your nobles and your family die, starting with your heir,” James threatened, glancing at Alfie.  Y/N squirmed against the Norseman behind her at the threat.  “And we’ll make some stops along the way to some of your most prosperous cities and take what we need.  The choice is yours.”

“That’s no choice!” Henry yelled and then started to move towards James.  “You wretched, barbaric–”

A whistle sounded through the hall as an arrow was loosed.  It flew straight towards Alfie’s chest.  Y/N’s hand yanked out of the Norseman’s hand that was holding her and stretched toward her brother as she screamed, “NO!”

The arrow stopped, hovering right in front of Alfie’s heart, surrounded by the green light.  The men gasped, James staring at Y/N with an awestruck smile on his face.  “So it’s true,” he whispered.  Y/N flicked her wrist and the arrow went flying towards the wall and shattered.  Before she could even drop her hand James was in front of her.  He looked at the Norseman holding her back and nodded to him.  “Thor, is this the English witch of royal blood who freed you?”

The man behind her nodded and lightly shoved her into his arms.  James held her by her arms and looked down at her.  “What’s your name, Princess?”

Y/N could only stare at his bright blue eyes, her heart hammering in her chest at exposing herself and her ability.  “Y/N,” she whispered.  

“Y/N,” he repeated it like it was a prayer.  “I’ve been talking to the wrong person.”  He pulled her forward to face her family.  “Henry, you’ve been hiding something,” he chuckled as he plopped his chin on her shoulder so they were cheek to cheek and ran his fingers up and down her arms, the metal ones sending chills up her spine.  “She’s the one with power, not you.”  Henry glared at her, a hateful look on his face.  “Oh, I see,” James’ voice became sharper.  “You feel threatened by her, so you’ve hid her away, stomped on her potential to grow,” Y/N was nearly shaking as she felt the adrenaline rush through her.  “She’s a goddess among you pathetic royals,” he kissed the side of her head, “and you wanted to reduce her to a torture device.  You let the magic go to waste.”  He turned her towards him again and dipped his face to be at eye level with her.  “We have magic at home.  We can help you learn and grow,” Y/N’s eyes widened at him.  “So I ask you, Princess Y/N.  What do you choose, death or peace?”

Y/N exhaled a shaky breath as she stared at him.  As he touched her she let her ability slip into his mind.  She could find no lie in his words.  He and his people were tired, the constant war depleting their resources and wiping out families.  They won the battles more often than lost, but it had put a strain on their lives.  His mention of magic seemed real, too, with glimpses and flashes of things that were unexplainable popping up in his mind.  Y/N thought about her people and how the English had been begging for peace for years as well, all of it falling on her father’s greedy, prideful ears.  She could tell James was good, and only wanted good for his men and his people.

“I propose an allyship,” she said.  James blinked and his eyebrows furrowed at her.  “A peace treaty with a tradition as old as time,” she clarified, gulping quickly.  “We join our families in marriage.”  His eyes flicked between hers, like he was studying her.  His men around him mumbled as they considered the idea.  “If you are unmarried,” she amended, since she wasn’t sure, “or if someone in your nobility is unmarried, I will come with you as a peace offering, a marriage tribute.  You will have me, and my power, and leave my family and my people be,” she said, trying to look and sound every bit the princess her mother had always wanted her to be.  “And we will end this war and finally bring peace to our people.”

James stood straight, towering over her.  He watched her for another moment, then stepped back and looked to his men behind him.  Two of them walked up and spoke to him quietly.  Y/N waited on baited breath as they consulted with each other.  They stood back and he turned toward her again.  “Done,” he said simply, the smirk returning to his lips.  Y/N nodded and quietly sighed.  “My Drottning,” he spoke lowly, holding out his metal hand.  She put her right hand into his metal hand, admiring it.  

“What does that mean?” she asked him.

“My Queen,” he winked at her.  Y/N blushed deeply.  He turned to his men and held her hand up high in his.  “We have peace!” he yelled triumphantly.  The thunderous roar returned as they cheered, their hands and swords and axes held high as they hugged each other and drank some of the wine left on the tables around them.  James dropped their joined hands and kissed the hand he held, making her blush again.  “Say goodbye to your family, Drottning, we leave immediately.”

He let her go and she ran up the stairs towards her family.  She ignored her parents altogether, grabbing Alfie and holding him tight against her.  

“Don’t go,” Alfie cried as his fingers clutched her dress.

“I have to,” Y/N cried as she carded her fingers through his hair.  “You listen to me,” she knelt in front of him and held his face in her hands, “you remember what I’ve taught you.”  He nodded frantically.  “Do not listen to Father,” he nodded again, making her father sneer at them next to her.  “I’ve seen it in you,” she whispered, laying a hand against his heart then tapping her finger to her head.  “You will become one of the greatest kings England has ever known, as long as you don’t do as Father has done.  You will bring continued peace and prosperity, you hear me?”  She wiped his tears away.  “Because you are a good boy, and will become a great man.  My little king,” she kissed his forehead firmly before pulling away.

Alfie cried harder as she stepped away from him.  She turned to her father.  “Stay away from him,” she warned him, glancing at Alfie.  “I have procured a peace that you, and your father, and your father’s father could never have dreamed of,” she sneered back at him.  “Do good by our people, for once in your miserable life.”  She glared at him before turning back towards James who stood patiently waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.  

His men were slowly retreating out of the great hall as he held his hand out for her again.  She took it as he flashed one last glance and triumphant smile at her father before leading her out the front doors.  As they walked through the courtyard and towards the horses waiting for them he glanced at her attire.

“Hm, this won’t do while riding,” he said as he twirled her around.  Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him.  “Where’s your lady’s maid?”

Y/N looked around and saw the telltale eyes peeking from behind the stables.  “May,” she pointed.

James summoned her forward out of hiding.  She quickly ran across the courtyard and into Y/N’s arms, sobbing as Y/N pet her hair.  “Miss May, go fetch your princess’ riding clothes and some simple dresses for travel,” James instructed her.  May stared at him with wide eyes, looking at Y/N who nodded to her.  She was escorted back inside with Thor to get Y/N’s things packed.

As they stood there waiting, the snow started to fall.  Y/N looked up and sighed as the cold kissed her face, a welcome reprieve to her inflamed cheeks from the night’s tension.  She looked towards James who was already looking at her.

“What do I call you?” she asked him.  

“You can call me Bucky,” he said.

“Bucky?” she asked, a small smirk pulling her lips.

“A nickname,” he laughed at her perplexed look.  “Saved for those closest to me.  And since you’ll be my queen–”

“So it is you I’ll be marrying then?”  Y/N asked.

“Yes,” Bucky laughed harder.  “I guess I didn’t make that very clear.”

“Hm,” Y/N hummed.  “You have a very English name...James.”

“Yes,” he agreed, sighing as he looked at the falling snowflakes.  “We Norsemen and you Anglo-Saxons are not that different from each other,” he said with a twinkle in his eye as he winked at her again.  

Y/N pondered that as May came out holding Y/N’s riding clothes and boots with Thor holding a small trunk that he loaded onto one of the wagons they had waiting.  May ran back to Y/N.

“Go change, and then we’ll be off,” Bucky excused Y/N, who led May over to the stables.  They went into an empty bay and May quickly stripped Y/N out of her gown and into her riding clothes.

“My lady,” May said as she held Y/N’s crown in her hands.  Y/N looked at it and gingerly took it from her.  She stared at it for a moment before giving it back to her.  She gave May another hug.  

“Take it, my love,” she said as May sobbed in her arms again.  “Run away and marry that stable boy, Ben, and use it to live long happy lives together,” she said as she pulled away.

May nodded as she cried, gathering up the gown as she said goodbye.

Y/N came back out in her riding clothes.  She approached Bucky who was preparing his horse.  He mounted it and held his hand out to her.  She took it and he helped hoist her behind him on the saddle.  He wrapped her hands around his waist then she felt him tying her wrists together.

“What–” she started, trying to look over his shoulder.

“So you don’t run off,” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her in warning as he looked back at her.

“I won’t,” Y/N promised.

“That’s what they all say,” Bucky chuckled before he turned to his men who were all waiting.  “To Danmark!!”

“To Danmark!” they all yelled, and the pounding of hooves rang through the night as they all rode out of the courtyard and into the English countryside.

Y/N’s arms tightened around Bucky, her head tucking in between his shoulder blades as the winter wind stung her face.  She was not going to run and wanted to prove it to him.  She wanted peace, even if it meant giving up herself to get it. After about an hour they all started to slow as they reached the water’s edge where multiple ships were docked, secured by other Norsemen who waited anxiously for them.

Bucky untied the rope around her wrists then dismounted.  He held his hands up to her hips and helped her down as well.  He inspected her wrists, giving them a short rub.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to each wrist.  Y/N was surprised at his affection, but welcomed it in the moment.  He pulled her towards one of the boats.  He helped her step onto it and settled her into a corner of the stern that was covered in furs and quilts.  He pulled one of the furs up and covered her with it, securing it around her shoulders.  There was plenty of room around her as she got herself comfortable.

“It’s going to be a four day journey, Drottning,” Bucky kneeled in front of her.  “This area is for all of us to sleep, so you’ll have at least a few men next to you, but don’t fear,” he reassured her at the look on her face, “they’re harmless.  Just tired.”

Y/N looked around at the men loading themselves into the boat, many of them taking seats at the benches where the oars were sitting.  She felt worried but nodded at him.  He gave her a smile and stepped away to help load more things into the boats.  They all worked methodically together until in just a few minutes they were ready to pull off.  Bucky was stationed at one of the oars as well, giving the signal and they shoved off the shore.

Y/N watched the men in her boat and the others row in perfect unison.  She admired their strength and the way they all seemed to be of one mind as they worked together to get into a good rhythm, making the boat fly through the water.  The rhythmic rowing lulled her to sleep as she snuggled down into the furs below her.

She woke a few hours later.  It was still dark out, the rowing still going strong.  As she shifted to get more comfortable she felt a heavy weight around her waist.  She panicked until she turned and saw Bucky’s peaceful face sleeping next to her, his metal arm resting on her side.  Y/N looked down at the arm.  She admired its craftsmanship, unsure of how he was able to find or create such a thing.  Her fingers traced along the metal, the plates and divots carved like the muscles of a real arm would be.  When she reached his hand she lightly traced each finger with the tip of her pointer finger.  His hand suddenly moved to grasp her wrist.  She gasped as he gently maneuvered her to face him.  His eyes were still closed as he let go of her wrist then wound his metal arm around her back this time, holding her to his chest.  “Sleep, wife,” he mumbled, his voice coming out hoarsely as he kissed her forehead and rested his chin on top of her head.  

Y/N was stiff for a moment until the warmth enveloped her and she melted into his embrace.  She pressed her nose into his sternum and breathed deeply as her hands gripped the fur coat he was wearing.  He hummed as his breathing evened out and a soft snore rumbled in his chest.  It lulled her to sleep again, a small smile on her face.

**picture is A.I. from Pinterest, unknown original "artist" or "creator"**

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So About that Alley .3

Jason Todd x fmc

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Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up.

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, smut, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, guided masturbation?, p in v (not overly described), pain during s*x, hiding said pain, hickeys?, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss

A/N: I do not own dc booho

stop what is this gif lol^^

"Hey, Jay," she asked in a totally calm totally cool manner the next morning, completely numb thanks to the nice little combo she'd whipped up. Not floating or un-present but not in pain, even where the arm of the couch was digging into her side as Jason squished into her, laying fully on top of her.

"Yes, my beloved?"

"Don't make me take away your books you little dork. I was just wondering if your family knows about you...you know, not being dead?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Just if I happened to run into them I wouldn't wanna be like 'oh I'm dating Jason' and they'd be all 'wtf is wrong with this chick, he's dead' you know."

"I guess. Alex," he said grabbing her hand and pulling it to his mouth," I'm gonna introduce you, I'm not ashamed of you or whatever the hell else your mind is trying to say. My family is...overwhelming for most and I didn't want to scare you off."

"I get it dude, and since I just recently placed you as Robin you would have had to hire a family, or spill you deepest secrets to me. Lucky for you, I am the most understanding woman on the planet."

"I'd argue, but you're right. I'll text Alfred, the leader of the gang, and see when we can come for dinner. Be warned though, it could be tonight, they've been trying to get me to come home for a while now."

It was in fact that night. Alex scurried around for a clean pair of jeans, then after a glance in the mirror at her too large reflection she ripped them off and tossed them to the floor. A dress? No, that one has a tear. This skirt? No, it's too short. Jean short, they're clean but who the fuck wear jeans shorts to a mansion. Business slacks, no that says trying too hard. Ah ha, a superman t-shirt, and black leggings, then top it off with one of Jason's zip up hoodies.

"Is that what you're wearing," he asked with a laugh as he came into the room. In fact the laugh became a full blown fit and he doubled over nearly to the ground clutching his stomach and wheezing. With each second she got more and more self-conscious. Of course she couldn't wear what was basically pajamas to a fancy place, what was wrong with her. With a sigh she took off her boots and slid out of the leggings and switched them for her jeans, that she hated but whatever. Searching in vain for something that wasn't a graphic tee, or a business blouse she was half way through her closet when Jason recovered enough to notice what she was doing.

"No, put it back on, it's great, doll, I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing with you."

"I wasn't laughing," she said without emotion.

"Hey, come 'er." Much to her wiggling protest he pulled her tight against him and placed several loud kisses along her scalp.

"Everyone else will be in pj's I solemnly swear, in fact I was just about to change into my matching flannel set, someone amazing bought it for me, but I can't remember who," he said tapping his chin with mock thought.

"Really?"

"Cross my heart," he said, though his fingers were crossed behind his back.

"Ok," she conceded trying to get free. He held on for another minute before spinning her out away from himself and winking when she fell back onto the bed. Matching pj's in hand he headed to the bathroom, not for privacy but to send an urgant group chat explicity stating lounge clothes were to be worn.

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[imbadatwrighting]

Sneaky Cat

Requested

I was going to write this as a songfic but changed my mind last minute so it took a little longer than expected. Anyways to the person who asked for this I had to smush some things together I hope that’s alright and the smut lowkey ain’t dat great. Also just started watch future man…do what you want with that information

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Male reader

Tags: NSFW 18+ at the end, sex with plot? (Idk I’ve never read a post with that), Wayne!reader, adopted!reader, sweet!reader, fluff, smut, Bruce and reader having tension, no use of Y/n, 2nd pov, soft dom!reader, brother issues, lowkey rushed to the sex half way through, oral (reader giving), unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary , prolly a lot of spelling errors

“Selina! Have you seen my tie?” Your voice boomed across the whole second floor of the house unintentionally.

“This tie?” your girlfriend of two years asked, holding up a gold tie. She leaned against the door frame staring at you with her classic cat eyes.

A smile plastered on your face, walking towards her. “This is why I love you,” you grinned, reaching down to plant a kiss on her lips and grab the tie.

You could feel the smirk she made through the kiss before breaking it off. “No other reasons?” she asked, a devious smile on her face.

You walked back to your mirror, staring at her through it while you put your tie on. “Not any I can remember I’m afraid.”

She swayed closer to you, wrapping her hands around your waist and maneuvering her head to be beside your shoulder. “That’s too bad. Here I was thinking you loved me for my brilliant ideas,” she pouted before hiding her mouth with your shoulder so you couldn’t see her smile.

A small groan left your lips as you ran your hands through your hair. “I wouldn’t say making me go to this gala was a good idea.”

“You own the most stocks and are a co-owner of Wayne Enterprises, I’m afraid you have to go.”

You turned around to face her, slowly wrapping your arms around her waist. Her hands moved up to your chest, smoothing out a wrinkle. “You only want me to go so you can steal valuables from the guests, my dearest.”

Selina huffed before turning away towards the door. Her hips swayed as she walked away. “Let’s not leave Alfred waiting much longer mi amor,” she grinned.

You stood still for a moment, unsure of what you heard was right. You ran towards Selina, observing her eyes for any sense of sarcasm or lying.

“Do not tell me Bruce will be there too,” you spoke slowly, walking down the steps of your mansion with Selina. The sounds of heeled shoes hitting marble, echoed in the area.

“If I remember correctly, your parents gave Wayne Enterprises to both you and Bruce and he still plays apart in it,” she replied hastily, not caring enough to make eye contact.

“When he’s not playing good guy in his bat costume, sure, but all he cares about is fighting crime over and over again, he cares little about what happens to Wayne Enterprises or even me!”

“If I remember correctly you fight crime too.” Selina walked faster, reaching the first floor before you, grabbing a necklace on the marble counter.

She stared at the black diamonds shinning under the light, eventually moving her hand with the necklace towards you, gesturing you to put it on her.

You sighed, grabbing the necklace. “When I was with his all I did was stare at the computers in his little cave.”

“You still do,” Selina hummed.

“That different,” you grumbled. “When I was working with him, no one even knew my name or I was a vigilante at all. You had no idea who Umbra Mortis was after I told you. Or that I was his brother.”

“I do now. People know who Umbra Mortis is now.” Selina turned to face your towering figure after felling the necklace be latched on.

“They still don’t know I’m his brother. He refuses to tell people I’m his brother because I was adopted.”

“That’s not true,” Selina said, following you out the door.

“How’d you know? You ask him?” You smirked.

“Maybe,” Selina replied, before grabbing you arm, only being a couple feet away from the limo containing your brother and his butler. “Listen be nice to him and you might even get a special treat,” she grinned, pulling you down into a kiss.

It felt longer that it was but you savored every second of it. You observed the taste of cherries that presented itself onto your tongue.

You hummed as she broke away from the the kiss slowly. You wished you didn’t have to go to the gala, instead staying home with Selina watching her favorite movie in bed.

You opened the door of the limo, letting Selina get in before you while you held the door. You could hear pleasantries given from where you stood as you desperately wished you would have to get in the limo with you older brother.

You could feel your brothers gaze on you as you entered the limo.

“Greeting Master Wayne,” Alfred nodded, quickly driving off. You smiled at the man, he always had called you by your last name since you could remember. It wasn’t that you weren’t close to him, he just wanted to always show his upmost respect towards you.

“Brother,” Bruce greeted. It didn’t seem like the type of greeting you would give your brother, more like a greeting to a stranger.

A curt nod was given to Bruce as you intertwined your hand with Selina’s soft hands. Your fingers played with her rings that she stole from multiple museums.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bruce brought up, eyes still trained on your figure. Your eyes broke away from Selina’s perfect figure.

“Whose fault was that?” you murmured, rolling your eyes. Selina’s heeled foot quickly hit your leg in annoyance. Your eyes quickly looked over to your girlfriend before moving back to look at Bruce.

Bruce paid no mind to your comment. “I see,” he commented, not saying anything else.

A wave of awkwardness took over the limo as the two brothers or interact with each other, or at least one of them did.

“Talk to him, querido,” Selina whispered in your ear, running her nails down your suit.

You rolled your eyes not looking at your girlfriend. “What are you doing here Bruce?” you say bluntly, being forced to say something.

“I’m going to a gala, brother. It’s good for my image.”

“Alfred making you go?”

“It seems you know me too well brother.”

You hummed. “Well, after having to be around you, most of my life, it seems I have to. If not, I might have become a worse brother than you.”

Selena scoff at you as Bruce squinted his eyes. “I gave you no reason to say I am a bad brother.”

An irked expression fell on your face as you glared lightly at your brother. “You have multiple recent to being a bad brother! You left me on a mountain by myself, at fifteen!”

An annoyed expression fell on Bruce’s face. “How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident, I thought you already left,” he said, fingers massaging his temple.

“How am I supposed to believe that when just an hour before you were screaming at me and wishing I wasn’t in your life,” you glared, feeling Selena’s hands down your back and comfort and also as a warning.

“Boys, enough of this, we’re already at this gala so pretend you like each other,” Selina smirked, an obvious fake smile before elegantly getting out of the limo.

You spared Bruce no mind as you got out after your girlfriend, you hand finding the perfect resting spot on her waist.

“Just talking to me and a couple guests won’t get anything you’re hoping for tonight,” she whispered, slowly pushing your arms off her waist, a smile still on her face. “Talk to Bruce or you’re getting nothing tonight.”

With that same grinning smile she walked off, most likely towards the bar full of drunk old fish man with pockets full of money.

With a sigh you slowed your walking, letting Bruce catch up to you. “My apologies for my inappropriate acts Bruce.”

“Don’t act like that,” he said, talking in a whisper, occasionally nodding his head at a couple men and woman.

“Act like what?” you ask.

“Like we’re not brothers. You haven’t talked to me like a brother since you were fifteen.”

“You throw me in the side Bruce, you always have. I had no reason to treat you like a brother when you were too busy to acknowledge me.”

Bruce looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face before taking a deep breath.

You went to scoff before he spoke up. “I’m sorry,” he said is a hushed voice. It almost made you stop in your tracks. Not once has your brother ever apologized to you. Not when he pushed you down the stairs, or when he played a mean April fools day prank on you.

You stayed silent for a minute smiling when contractors and other business partners walked by.

You didn’t care about them at the moment, your first thought was on your brother. Then of course Selina forty feet away at the bar.

“I’m sorry as well… brother,” you spoke, slowly walking away from Bruce towards Selina.

“I talked to him and even said sorry,” you smile, hand going up to her shoulders.

She turned around staring up into your eyes. “Considering Bruce looks like a kicked puppy I would say you did it like you were supposed to.”

You frowned at her words. “Listen it’s the best you’re going to get out of me tonight, now can we just go home?”

Selina digs a gold watch out of her purse, looking at the time. “We’ve been here for no more than ten minutes so unfortunately not mi amor.”

“You’re just being mean at this point,” you groan walking to wherever Selina sways to.

“At least an hour then we can leave,” she smirks pulling you to the dance floor. “For now, we dance.” She puts one arm around your neck and the other into your hand and she waltz’s to the relaxing music.

Your eyes met her sparkling black ones as waves of emotion overflowed your body. She made you fall in love with her every day.

“I can’t stay here Selina,” you growled in her ear.

She paid no mind to you as she twirled and danced. She was enjoying this and you both knew it.

“Selina,” you growled once again. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait. I’m not going home because you’re horny.”

Your hand traveled down her waist, lightly grazing her ass. Her subtly eyed you, eyes narrowing down. “Relax my love, no one is watching,” you whispered, softly biting her ear as you leaned down.

You could feel Selina get hotter as you continued to dance on the dance floor. Your thoughts were not on Bruce nor anyone else but Selina. You didn’t care about anything except Selina.

“You’re playing a dirty game baby,” Selina murmured in your ear, hands gripping your body.

“I wouldn’t have to if we left.”

Selina stayed silent once more, like she was contemplating the answer she would choose. “…fine,” she murmured.

A grin fell on your face before you dragged her out of the gala, you opened the door of a rentable limo. You didn’t have to say any words to the man. Almost everyone in Gotham knew where you lived. It was hard to miss it.

Selina sat down close to you, kissing your neck. You exhaled a breath, holding her waist. “If you keep it up, I’m going to get a boner before we get home,” you groan.

She seemed to only hum and that, keeping up with the original pace.

The drive home seemed longer than anything before. It felt like the limo driver was going slower on purpose. Selina didn’t let it stop her as she spread hickeys all over your neck.

The white limo stopped at the entrance to your mansion. Selina and you quickly rushed out, leaving behind cash for the driver. Poor man must have been a little traumatized.

You pushed Selina through the door into your room. Her hot breath could be felt on your face.

You unzipped her black dress before she reach for her necklace. “No,” you breathed out. “Keep it on.”

You could feel her lightly moan against your neck as you removed your tie and shirt.

You hoisted Selina up before gently throwing her on the bed.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. Crawling on the bed to be face to face with your girlfriend. “You’re so hot baby.”

Her hands reached up to your neck, pulling you down into her. The kiss was sloppy; full of lust. Her legs wrapped around your unclothed waist.

You head traveled down kisses her neck towards her tits. She grabbed onto your hair as you left a trail of kisses to her clit.

Your hot breath only made her wetter. You licked her clit slowly before making eye contact with her. She let out a breathy moan as you stared her down. Your mouth latched onto her clit sucking and licking like a mad man.

“Fuck,” she moaned, gripping your hair harder. You let out a quick sound before resuming your task.

“God I love your pussy,” you rasped, sticking two fingers into her drenched hole. Her shaky legs wrapped around your head.

Your fingers thrusted in and out of her as your teeth lightly grazed her clit. She could feel her orgasm already coming. “Baby,” she groaned, quickly tapping your head. You removed your mouth from her wet clit as you looked up at her.

“I need it in me,” she whispered, almost like she was embarrassed. She could hear you undoing your zipper as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

Her legs released you from her grip as she pulled you up to be face to face with her. She could feel your hard cock rubbing against her clit. A soft moan came out of her as her arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” you groan, lips attacking her own as you slowly entered her wet pussy.

“I know,” she smirked out before moaning loudly as you thrusted in and out of her. “God, I forgot how big you were.”

Your arm traveled down to her waist giving you a better angle to thrust into her. “You’re so tight, honey,” you breath out, hair falling down on your eyes.

Nails grazed down your back as you thrusted harder into your girlfriend. Her girlfriend arched your back letting out a whimper. “I’m close baby,” she whimpered feeling her orgasm about to come.

“Just a little more. You can hold out baby,” you grunted, pounding into her at an inhuman pace. Your cock overwhelming her senses.

Her legs shook as her head turned to the side, giving you a better view of her neck. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” she panted.

Your hand gripped her waist tighter, feeling her slowly get tighter. “Let go baby,” you muttered, feeling your release about to come.

A high pitched moan left your girlfriend as her pussy tightened around you and legs vibrated rapidly. You gave a few more quick thrusts before coming inside her.

Your moved you hand to move your girlfriend face towards you. Her fucked out eyes looked at you as she panted hard.

You slowly pulled out of her before kissing the top of her head. “I love you,” you sighed, getting up to clean her up.

“Bath or no bath?” you asked, grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom.

“No bath,” she grinned weakly, pulling you towards her. “Just want you.”

“You got me baby,” you smirked, handing her one of your comfy shirts after cleaning her up the best you could.

She slipped on your shirt, it draped over her figure as she huddled towards your figure getting in bed.

You looked at the shirt, too big for your girlfriend. “God just looking at you turns me on.” You kissed your smiling girlfriend.

“You’re handling that issue yourself.”

You smiled harder at her. You didn’t care about Bruce in the moment or fighting crime, just caring about marrying the girl laying next to you.

[eddiemadmunson]

Saving the Baby Monk

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @hamatoanne​​ 🎉🎈🥂🍰 I love you, my dear sunshine 🌻💕💕💕 I am so happy that you are my best friend, you make me smile every day and you make my grey days much more colorful 💞💞 This is my first gift for you for this special occasion 😊😊💕🌻

Paring: Osferth x reader Word count: 4930 Warnings: this is a fluffy smut... so there is nothing triggering I think. 

You were Y/N Ragnarsdóttir. You were daughter of great Ragnar the Fearless and sister of Thyra, Young Ragnar and Uthred, but unlike your brother Ragnar or your sister Thyra, you stayed with your brother and best friend Uthred in good and bad. You were his most trusted warrior even though you were a woman. You always fought fiercely and with more courage than many men. That was the reason why you were trusted with an assignment to travel to the nearby village to stop their upcoming rebellion. It took you two weeks to settle everything down, but you were satisfied with your work. The traitors were hanging from the fortress’ walls and the rest of the villagers sworn an oath to serve Uthred as their only Lord.

You came back to Coccham only to find that your brother was gone along with his men. Surprise, surprise, Alfred needed his help and Uthred once again went to save his ungrateful ass.  You were so pissed that you missed the opportunity to go with him into a battle and get more glory for yourself. You walked into the main hall and realized that something else wasn’t right because your brother’s men were avoiding looking at you. “What is going on, what are you not telling me?” you asked but they just murmured and shifted their legs nervously. “Someone better tell me what is going on!” you shouted and looked around the room. You grabbed the nearest Dane and shouted into his face. “What the fuck are you not telling me!!!” you were furious at this point. “It’s about Osferth, my lady,” he finally said. “What is with baby monk?” you asked, anger quickly left your veins and it was replaced with fear. You became very fond of the cute religious boy. “Is he dead?” you gulped.  “No, my lady. But he was captured by the Saxons who happens to camp across the river,” he said and trembled when the anger crawled back into your eyes. “How is that possible? Why is he not with my brother and Finan and Sihtric?” you demanded answers. “He was injured in the battle and lord Uthred insisted that he stays here to recover. He went to the river to clean himself up and he was ambushed and taken to their camp,” he explained. “And when did this happen?”you growled. “Two days ago,” he whimpered when you grabbed him by the collar of his tunic. “Two days ago? And you are just sitting here doing nothing? They can be torturing him or he could be already dead! And you are sitting here on your fat asses and doing nothing?” you shouted at them in disbelieve. Sure Osferth wasn’t Dane, but he was one of Uthred’s most trusted men. “Lord Uthred told us to stay away from any trouble,” he objected and you slammed his head against the dining table. “Trouble? You call Osferth a trouble? He is Uthred’s friend, he would want you to go and save him! So get up your sorry asses and let’s go and save him!!” you shouted but they kept sitting. “I am so sorry, lady Y/N. But Lord Uthred’s final words were stay out of trouble. And there are too many men in their camp, we would be butchered, plus they would kill him if they knew how much you want him back,” he tried to reason with you.  “You are cowards, all of you. I am going to save him alone, if you are so afraid to get your swords bloody,” you snorted and made your way out of Coccham. You and your men walked through the woods until you found the Saxon camp. Unfortunately your brother’s men were right. There were too many people here. You had no chance to save Osferth with force. You had only 30 men, who were already tired from their last adventure in the rebellious village and this would really end up as a slaughter. “I am so sorry, lady Y/N. But without lord Uthred and his men we have no chance to rescue that boy,” one of your man told you. “You are right, Hvitserk. Lead the men back to Coccham, you all need to rest and visit your wives and families,” you ordered. “What about you, my lady?” he asked you, knowing you long enough to know that you are not giving up so easily. “I will get baby monk back on my own,” you smirked and his eyes almost popped out of his head. “But my lady, that’s a suicide mission, I can’t let you do that!!” he protested in low whisper.  “That’s an order, Hvitserk. Take my men and return home. If I won’t come back with Osferth in two days, assume me dead. Just tell Uthred that this was my decision and I don’t regret it,” you said firmly and Hvitserk knew better than argue with you. “As you wish my lady, but if I can say what I think about it...” “No, Hvitserk, you can’t, just go!” you said firmly and he sighed and led your man back to Coccham, already mourning you, because there was no way that you could get out of this alive. You watched your men disappear behind the horizon and watched the camp for few hours to learn how it works there. They had many men, but they didn’t seem very organized. You suddenly heard something, you noticed a Saxon woman walking alone from the camp. You acted quickly, you captured her, took off her clothes, tied her hands and legs and hide her in the woods. You quickly changed your clothes and slowly walked inside the camp. You walked slowly, with your head low but no one was giving you any attention. You quickly made it to the heart of the camp. You looked around yourself, trying to figure out where they keep their prisoners, when you heard sharp voice from one of the nearby tents. “I will ask you one more time, boy! Where the secret passages into Coccham are, how many men resides inside and is Lord Uthred present?” the man asked and you quietly walked closer to the tent.  “I won’t tell you anything, I am loyal to my lord Uthred,” Osferth said bravely, but his voice was shaking with pain and fear. You heard a loud smack and your blood boiled in your veins. “You make me sick, monk. You are God’s man but you are associating with Danes. I bet you are fucking their whorish women, our God is disgusted by you,” the man hissed and the grip on your sword tightened. “I have never been with a woman, Saxon or Dane,” Osferth protested and you raised your eyebrow. So Finan was right when he was saying that Osferth is a virgin. “Hmmm, I think you a lying, monk. Or maybe not, which woman would want you with this ugly face,” he laughed cruelly and you had enough. They were obviously alone in the tent, so you quickly sneaked inside. “Women are fighting over him, you piece of shit!” you said and hold the point of your sharp sword to his throat. “Lady Y/N,” Osferth gasped in shock and relief. “Hello, baby monk,” you grinned at him. “You can’t stay out of trouble, do you?” you smirked and focused on the man in front of you again. “What are you doing here, Heathen bitch?” he growled at you. “You are surrounded by our men, my brother Uthred offers you a deal. Give Osferth back and he will let you and your men leave unharmed,” you said firmly without hesitation. “And if I refuse?” he asked slyly. “If you refuse there will be a battle. And believe me, you will lose many men before you will run away from here screaming! I think you heard a lot of stories about Uthred and his power, you can’t beat him,” you threatened him and he was thinking for a while.  “My brother is under protection of King Alfred, do you really want to mess up with him?” you pressured him and you noticed fear in the man’s eyes. “Yes, it would be considered treason, is you attack Alfred’s most trusted warrior,” you continued and the man finally gave up. “All right bitch, you can take the useless monk and leave unharmed. You have my word,” he said and you kept your neutral face, but inside you were screaming happily. “Let’s go, baby monk,” you helped him get up and you made your way through the camp. “We need to walk quickly, Osferth. But not too quickly, that would be suspicious,” you rushed him. “I don’t understand this, my lady. I thought that lord Uthred is gone. Is he already back?” Osferth asked you confused. “No, he is not back. It’s only me and you baby monk. So move your cute ass, we will be both dead if they find out about my little lie”. His eyes almost popped out of his head. “You shouldn’t have risk your life like this for me, my lady,” he protested. “This is not really the right time or place to discuss this,” you dragged him behind you. You were almost at the end of the camp when you heard someone shouting. “There is no army in the woods, that bitch was lying!”  “Oh shit, we need to run, Osferth,” you started running, Osferth close behind you, but his injury and weariness were slowing him down. You made it to the spot where you watched the camp with Hvitserk and your men. Two horses were waiting there for you. You smiled gratefully, Hvitserk obviously believed that you will somehow manage to escape with Osferth. You quickly helped him into the saddle and you two raced towards Coccham, you got rid of your pursuers after a while since you knew the woods like a palm of your own hand and they didn’t. “We need a healer,” you yelled as soon as you were safe inside the Coccham walls. Hvitserk quickly ran for the healer and you helped Osferth dismount his horse.   “How do you feel, baby monk?” you asked him worriedly. He was paler than usually and he was shaking from all the exertion. “I am good, my lady. Thank to you. You saved me today. You risked your life for me. You shouldn’t have to do it. You shouldn’t risk your life for someone as unimportant as me,” he said sincerely with worry and adoration in his blue eyes. “Hey, listen to me, baby monk. I am in control of my own destiny. I saved you because I wanted to do it. And you are very important to me,” you said hotly and his eyes went wide. “I mean to all of us! Finan or Sihtric would never admit it but they like you a lot and they would mourn your death. And Uthred would be devastated. You are in our hearts, baby monk. And now rest, and stop this silly talk about you not being important to us!” you mumbled and left stunned Osferth alone in the hands of the healer.  One week later he was feeling much better. His wound was almost healed and he was well rested and fed. You received a letter from your brother that they are coming back very soon. He helped Alfred win the battle and he was coming back to you. You were sitting by the fireplace at your home, when Osferth visited you. “Are you all right, my lady?”  he asked you softly and sit carefully next to you. “Yes, I am happy that my brother is coming home. I don’t like it when we are parted like this,” you admitted softly. “Did I do something to upset you, my lady?” he asked you carefully and watched the flames dancing in the fire. “No, why do you think so?” you asked him confused. “You seem to avoid me lately, my lady,” he said shyly. Oh, he was right, you felt like you revealed too much of your true feelings for him and you rather avoided him. He was always talking about his God and celibacy that you assumed that he was not interested in any woman. “No, I was just really busy,” you lied and avoided looking into his sincere eyes. “I understand, my lady. Sorry to bother you, I will leave you alone,” he wanted to leave you but you caught the hem of his cloak. “Stay, Osferth. You never bother me,” you smiled kindly at him and he sat back down next to you. “I wanted to ask you for something,” he started hesitantly after few moments of peaceful quietness. “Sure, Osferth, anything,” you encouraged him. “I know that you heard that I admitted to that man in the camp, that I have never been with a woman,” he stuttered and his cheeks turned red. You simply nodded waiting for the reason why is he telling you this. “Can I ask you to not mention it in front of Finan, Sihtric or Uthred? They would tease me mercilessly for it,” he blushed even more and looked so cute that you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks.   “Don’t worry, your “secret” is safe with me, Osferth,” you answered. “But I am afraid that they already know, no matter how many times you try to deny it,” you chuckled. “But they don’t know it for sure,” he protested weakly and a very ungodly idea crossed your mind. “Maybe you don’t have to lie to them anymore,” you suggested slowly, biting your bottom lip. “What do you mean, my lady?” he raised his eyebrow in confusion. “Lie with a woman and your problem is solved,” you winked at him and he blushed even harder. “I can’t, my lady. That’s a sin. Plus I don’t think that I would find a fine lady who would like to do it with me,” he stuttered and started sweating. “Come on Osferth, there were two ladies fighting over you just few weeks ago. You are a very good looking young man, you are a warrior now, and you are monk that makes you very exotic for ladies around here,” you smirked and watched him squirming in his seat. “And maybe this is a sin in your God’s eyes. But come on, you are killing men with your sword, I think that one more sin won’t hurt anyone,” you smiled at him slyly. “I can help you, if you let me,” you finally suggested and his mouth opened in shock. “I can’t take advantage of you, my lady,” he gulped loudly and you laughed. “Oh, baby monk, trust me, you won’t,” you licked your lips and he watched your tongue with mix of fear and fascination. You gently took his face into your hands and leaned into him. “Do you trust me, Osferth?” you asked him softly. “With my life, my lady Y/N,” he said shakily. “So, don’t run away from me,” you said and closed the gap between your lips. You kissed him softly. You gently pressed your lips against his. You could feel that he was trembling. “That’s okay, Osferth, I got you,” you whispered against his lips as you scoot closer to him. You pressed your lips against his again and you felt his large hand on your cheeks. You were afraid that he wants to push you away but he kept them there as he wanted to be sure that you won’t leave him like this. But it was not your intension. You slowly started moving your lips, urging him to do the same. He quickly followed your lead. You tongue licked his lips, silently asking him to open them for you. He hesitantly opened his mouth and you slid your tongue in, gently stroking it against his. He let out a tiny whine and you felt the wetness between your legs already forming. You playfully ended the kiss with a gentle bite into his lower lip and you enjoyed the little whimper leaving his lips. “What do you say, baby monk. Do you want me to show you more?” you asked him as you started kissing the side of his neck. “Yes, my lady,” he whispered and you smirked against his neck. “Take your clothes off,” you commanded and he gulped. “We can do it with our clothes on, but I assure you that it’s much better without it,” you teased him. “Do you want me to help you?” you smiled seductively at him and he nodded. “All right, come here!” you urged him as you started getting rid of the many layers of his clothes. You stopped when he was standing in front of you only in his undergarments. “Ok, sit on the bed,” you softly nudged him. “I think I should take this off too,” he said and took off his cross, he turned away to place it gently on the chair next to your bed. You found it silly but you didn’t comment on it. You took the opportunity and quickly slipped out of your dress. He turned around and almost passed out when you were standing there completely naked before him. He quickly averted his eyes. “Hey, it’s OK, look at me,” you gently touched his chin and made him look at your nakedness. “You are beautiful, my lady,” he said lowly, fighting with his own conscience. He wanted to look at you and at the same time he felt like he is doing something wrong. “Osferth, please, call me Y/N, just Y/N,” you begged him. “I am not sure, if I am able to do that, my lady,” he stuttered. You sighed and took his hand and led him to your bed. You pushed him down. “Please, Osferth, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you,” you assured him when you noticed his terrified look. “I know, my lady. I trust you, my lady,” he said and you slowly sit on his lap. He gulped and he obviously didn’t know what to do with you on his lap. You gently took his face in your hands and kissed him slowly.  “I will take care of you, baby monk, don’t be afraid,” you whispered between kisses. You kept kissing him and took his hands and placed them on your body. He quickly pulled away, but you patiently repeated your action and this time his big hands stayed on your hips. “Use your hands Osferth, start exploring,” you encouraged him and he hesitantly moved his calloused palms and fingers started moving across your scarred skin. He touched your sides and when you happily sighed into the kiss, he got bolder and lightly brushed the underside of your boobs. You moaned against his lips and he almost pulled away, surprised by that sound coming from your lips. You held his hands in place and bite his bottom lip playfully as you ended the kiss. “Breasts are very sensitive part of female body, Osferth, we love to be touched there, please don’t shy away now, you are doing great,” you praised him and he smiled at you like if you were an angel speaking to him from heaven. He hesitantly covered your right breast with his large palm, and you sighed happily. “Yes, that’s it, baby monk,” driven by your praise, his next move was purely instinctive, he flipped his thumb across your nipple and you moaned loudly. “Osferth,” you rubbed yourself against him and he whined when you brushed against his cock.  “Did I hurt you, my lady?” he asked, scared that he messed up something. “No, you are doing great, keep doing that move with your thumb,” you encouraged him. He focused on his task, his fingers started playing with your hard nipples experimentally. His touches were inexperienced but it only made you more aroused. “You know, Osferth, your lips can replace your fingers,” you suggested and his blue eyes almost popped out of his head. “Excuse me, my lady?” he couldn’t believe his ears. “You heard me, just do it, it will make me very happy,” you smiled at him and he hesitantly lowered his head to your chest. “Go for it, baby monk. Lick my nipple first,” you instructed and he hesitated for a second but then his tongue licked your nipple teasingly lightly. You cursed under your breath. You knew that he wasn’t doing this intentionally, but he was killing you with this. You cradled the back of his head, keeping him close to your chest. “You are doing amazing, Osferth,” you continued with your praises. “Now take my nipple into your mouth and suck it gently, like a child when is drinking milk from its mother,” this time he obeyed you without complaints and you moaned loudly as his lips covered your nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth. Your moans filled the room and judging by his hardness you felt under you, he enjoyed it as well. He let go off your breast with wet pop and gave his attention to the other one.  “You are natural talent, baby monk,” you grinned when he started playing with your abandoned nipple with his long fingers, rolling it between them. You enjoyed his mouth and fingers for some time. “But, enough about me, this night is mainly about you,” you winked at him and rolled you over so he was on his back now. You kissed him deeply before you started kissing your way down his lean and slightly muscular body. You scratched the muscles on his chest and abdomen and he let out quiet whimpers. You stopped at his underwear as he took a sharp inhale. “I will take this off, are you still comfortable, Osferth?” you asked him and he nodded, fascinated by your every move. “I need your words!” you insisted. “Yes, my lady,” he said and you slowly slid his undergarments down his long legs, tossing them somewhere behind you without a care. His cock was already standing and begging for your attention, his tip red and dripping with pre-cum. “Oh, and you were hiding this under your cloak the whole, time? Bad boy, Osferth, very bad boy,” you groaned and watched his thick, long, beautiful cock hungrily and he didn’t know what to say to it. “I am going to touch you, Osferth, OK?” you asked him and he nodded while blushing wildly. You gently wrapped your hand around him and he jerked his hips in response. “Shhh, it’s OK, Osferth. Stay still,” you commanded and he watched you with almost painful expression as you started stroking his hard cock slowly, not putting too much pressure, afraid that he wouldn’t last very long. “Is this pleasurable?” you asked him with sly grin. “I have never felt anything like this, lady Y/N,” he said and let out aloud moan, when you played with the tip of his cock. “Oh God,” he whimpered and you chuckled. “I am afraid, that God has nothing to do with this,” you smirked and decided that you won't suck him off tonight because he wouldn't last for more than few seconds and would cum in your mouth. And you wanted him inside you. I think you are ready, baby monk,” you winked at him and straddled his hips. “What about you, my lady,” he protested and you raised your eyebrow. “I… you know… I’ve heard Finan and Sihtric talking about ladies on many occasions,” he stuttered and you waited what he means by this. “They said that woman must be… wet, so this could be pleasurable for her,” he finished his thought and bit his lip nervously. “Oh, Osferth, trust me, I am so wet for you right now, that you don’t have to do anything else to help me with it,” you winked at him. “But don’t worry, I will teach you how to make woman wet with your fingers, mouth or even words next time,” you promised and he shivered at the promise of a next time with you. You stroked his cock couple times before you slowly sank into his hard length. You moaned at the feeling of fullness and Osferth let out the sexiest whimper you have ever heard in your life. “Y/N,” he moaned you name and you smirked. “I knew you will stop calling me lady at some point,” you giggled and started gently rocking against him. You almost cum when you saw the expression of pure bliss on his pale face. “How are you feeling so far, Osferth?” you asked him and he grunted. You leaned forward and captured his lips in bruising kiss. He started acting instinctively and his hands gripped your hips, helping you moving up and down his cock. You nipples were brushing against his chest and it only added to your own pleasure. “Give me your hand,” you ordered and you sucked his long fingers into your mouth. You went back to your sitting position and you lead his fingers to your clit. “This is clitoris, Osferth, or simply a clit, if you touch me here, you will make me feel extremely good,” you continued your lesson and he eagerly did what you have suggested. “Osferth!” you moaned his name loudly when he rubbed your clit. Encouraged by your reaction he started moving his fingers more firmly against your bundle of nerves and you felt your orgasm coming quickly. You clenched around him and you smirked when he opened his mouth into perfect O. “Are you close, baby monk?” you asked him teasingly and clenched your pussy around him again. “I don’t know what you mean, but something is happening,” he panted and you smirked.  “It’s OK, Osferth, let it go?” you encouraged him. He cum inside you, his hips twitched and you could feel him throbbing inside you, his eyelids fluttered shut as he pulled you close to hold onto you, chasing that high with an almost feral sound escaping him. You cum shouting his name and fell onto his chest, breathing heavily. “You are no longer a virgin, baby monk, congratulations,” you grinned at him and he looked at you like if you were the most wonderful creature on earth. “Did you liked it?” you asked him and rolled off him and cuddled to his side. “It felt like nothing I have ever experienced, my lady,” he said shyly. “Oh, come on Osferth, stop calling me lady,” you pouted your lips at him. “I shouldn’t have stop calling you that earlier, my lady,” he blushed and you smirked. “I guess I need to do this with you more often, so you will learn how to call me just Y/N,” you teased him again. “Would you like to do this with me again?” you asked him, suddenly you were the one who was uncertain. “I would love to, lady Y/N,” he smiled shyly and pulled you into a soft, slow kiss. You made out for few moments and you felt him getting hard against your leg again. This young man needed a lot of training and you were more than willing to help him with that.  When you woke up the next morning you were snuggled beneath warm furs and Osferth was softly snoring next to you. He was usually a morning person, but you probably exhausted him. You closed your eyes, cuddled closer to him and drifted back to sleep again. “Can you believe it, Sihtric?? We ran back here, rode on our horses day and night, to save her and baby monk, and the lazy bitch is sleeping until noon,” Finan’s loud voice woke you up from your slumber. “Stop shouting, you asshole,” you groaned and noticed that he is right and you overslept. You glanced at Osferth who was still covered by the furs, scared that his friends could find him in your bed. “Oh, I am sorry, are you hangover?” he mocked you. “This place reeks of sex, Finan, not alcohol. She had a very interesting night, I would say,” Sihtric smirked and Finan laughed. But his laughter died in his throat when he noticed the cross hanging on your chair. “No, way!!” he gasped. “What is it?” Sihtric who was almost out of the door asked. “Do you see what I see?” Finan pointed at the cross and they both shared a shocked expression. “Baby monk?” Finan shouted and Osferth trembled under the furs. “Are you hiding under the furs?” Finan teased him. “I am not hiding,” Osferth defended himself. “Oh Gods, it’s really him,” Finan laughed and Osferth finally faced his friends. “You took his virginity, Y/N?” Sihtric chuckled. “No, I didn’t. He wasn’t a virgin, you two assholes. He was a very skilled lover and satisfied me perfectly. So now I would appreciate if you two would leave us alone, I wish to dress myself and go welcome my dear brother,” you kicked them out and they left with stunned faces. “Thank you for helping me, my lady Y/N,” Osferth said politely and kissed your hand lovingly making you blush. “I know that your God don’t like liars, Osferth,” you said and he nodded in confusion. “So we need to train a lot so my words about you being the skilled lover become true,” you grinned at him disappeared under the furs. Osferth’s moans filled the morning air as you gave him his first but definitely not his last blowjob. 

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Supe!Female!Reader)

Chapter 3: Barbary Coast

Chapter 1/ Next Chapter

(A/N: Smut incoming)

Flashback

Ben and I were sitting in his living room, enjoying some drinks. It had been almost ten years since I got the divorce from Adam and it’s been the best feeling I’ve felt in a long time. After the confrontation between Ben and Adam, it did take a couple of days before Ben talked to me again and he told me what happened before Adam ambushed him.

When he told me what his father said to him, it made me feel bad for him and we had some drinks and talked for sometime after that. Ever since that day, we basically became friends as well as being teammates.

After Adam and I got a divorce, I hadn’t really been with any man. Maybe a couple or three, and they were just normal men I met from some annual dinners Vought would host. There are still some people that think Ben and I were a couple but we said no, that the kiss we had when we got back from war was just a caught up in the moment type of kiss.

But it didn’t stop me from having this attraction to Ben. There have been times where I’ve wanted to tell him but he would always have these beautiful woman just hanging onto him and he would go home with them. 

“You should've gone to the theater with me. That film was fantastic.” I tell Ben. “Well, why don’t you tell me about it?” He asked me with a smile and I chuckle. “I don’t want to ruin the film for you. You should go see it. It was pretty suspenseful and James Stewart was amazing!” I said. “Well, of course, it’s James Fuckin’ Stewart! And Alfred Hitchcock is a fuckin’ fantastic director.” Ben said and I laugh a little.

”Maybe some other time.” Ben said and I shake my head and take a drink of the whiskey. “So, I was wondering…” Ben said and I lower my glass to look at him. “You doing anything this weekend?” He asked me. I think for a moment then shake my head. “I don’t believe so…” I said.

”Well, you know, Herogasm is this weekend and I thought maybe…” Ben said and I roll my eyes at this. Couple years ago Ben and this other hero, Liberty, created this event for other Supes to get together and just have a big sex party, either they sleep with each other or these sex workers. Ever since then, Ben has been trying to get me to go but I decline.

”Ben, how many times do I have to tell you, that is not my kind of thing.” I said. “Oh c’mon! I think you’ll have a great time. I mean, when was the last time you’ve fucked a man?” Ben asked me. “Uh…about a few months ago, when Vought had that dinner trying to get sponsors again. There was a man in a nice suit that caught my eye…” I said and start to smile to myself as I see Ben giving me this look that I could’ve sworn was jealousy.

”Really? Nice suit?” He asked. “What can I say? I have a thing for a man in a suit.” I said, giving a flirty smile towards him as I take a sip of my drink again. “Man in a suit? Duly noted.” Ben said as he takes another sip of his drink. I giggled as I shake my head and sip on my whiskey again. “What else are you interested in a man?” Ben asked me and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Why do you ask?” I asked him. “Just indulge me for a bit.” He said and I rolled my eyes and start to think. “I’m gonna sound like any girl out there but I’d like a man that is kind, caring, can make me laugh, strong and I would say make me feel safe but I can already do that…” I said then I hold up my free hand and made a small shield appear on my hand then disappeared. “He also needs strong broad shoulders.” I said, in a joking manner, and Ben scoffs out a laugh.

“Seriously, Ben, why are you asking me this? You trying to get an idea on how to impress someone?” I asked him. “You could say that.” Ben said and he roams his eyes over me and I start to feel my face heat up. Could he be talking about me? But he couldn’t be, he is Soldier Boy! America’s Son! He could have any woman he wants, hell I’ve seen him take two or three beautiful women home with him.

“See, there is this woman that I’ve been interested in ever since I laid my eyes on her. Unfortunately, she was already taken. But her marriage was falling apart and I felt sorry for her as she seemed very upset with what her bastard of a husband did to her.” He said and I let out a small gasp as he starts scoot closer to me on the couch. “Then we started to work together and I started to like her more and more.”

He then got right next to me as he gives me this look I’ve never seen a man give to me, not even my ex-husband gave to me. My heart raced as I stare into his green eyes and he continues. “And thanks to me, she was able to get away from her husband and we kept working together. I’ve been wanting to make a move on her but I knew that it was too soon. So I would get with other women but this particular woman is the only one on my mind.” Ben said and I couldn’t help but feel excited at his confession.

”Well, maybe this woman can’t stop thinking about you too.” I said as I scoot a little closer. “Really? You think so?” He asked me and I smiled at him. We were now sitting shoulder to shoulder when I leaned into him and kissed him.

This kiss was just as amazing as the one he gave me when we returned from the war. But this time I didn’t have anything holding me back and I wanted more of it, more of him. 

I feel his tongue running along my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I opened my mouth to let him explore. I moaned as the kiss got more heated and intense. Ben breaks the kiss and I actually let out a whimper as his lips left mine, I slowly open my eyes and he smiles. “So needy.” He said in a low voice which made me shudder.

Then he grabs my waist and pulls me to his lap, having me straddle him. I go and kiss him again and he places a hand on the back of my head to hold me in place and his other hand was on my back until he lowered it to my ass.

I placed one of my hand on his neck and the other hand was buried into Ben’s hair. We continue to make-out and I start to move my hips against him, earning a grunt from him and I feel something growing underneath me. "You're driving me crazy, sweetheart.” He mutters once he pulls back and I smirk. "Likewise." I whispered then he goes to attack my neck and goes to remove my blouse.

I let out a moan and move my hips faster against him as he bites my neck then runs his tongue over the spot he bit. He groans as he starts to run his lips down my chest then he grabs my hips, stopping me. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” He asked me and I smiled. 

Next thing I knew, we entered his bedroom and we started to make-out again, running our hands all over each other as well as removing each other’s clothing. Once our clothes were removed, I couldn’t help but admire Ben’s body, it was like he was perfectly sculpted by God himself. Strong toned chest, broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted abs…I just couldn’t help but stare at him.

Then I noticed that he had his eyes roaming down my body and I felt a bit bashful as I lower my head down and started to cross my arms. “Don’t.” He said and I look up at him as he places his hands on my shoulders. “You have an amazing body, don’t hide it from me.” He tells me and I smiled, feeling a bit confident.

He pulls me to his chest and leans down to kiss me, passionately. He places a hand behind my head and buries his fingers in my hair then starts to kiss my neck, I lean my head back and close my eyes as I enjoy the feeling of his lips. My right hand goes up into his short hair and my left arm was around his shoulder, I then leave a trail of kisses on his shoulder then to his neck for a moment before I lean up to his ear and, gently, bite it.

He growls and pulls back to look at me, his eyes darken with lust, then he pushes me back towards his bed and I fall back on the bed. He gets on top of me then opens my legs wider as he starts to settle himself in between them. My breathing gets heavy and I let out a small whimper as I feel him rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance.

”Ben…” I whispered and he looks me in the eyes. “You sure you want this?” He asked me and I nodded. “Yes, please, I need you.” I plead, softly, and he smiles. “If that’s what my girl wants…” Ben said then he sheaths himself in me with just one powerful thrust.

I let out a loud scream that quickly changes to a pleasurable moan once he started moving his hips, slamming into me over and over again. Just from the feeling, I could tell he was much bigger than any man I had been with. And I just knew from this moment, other men were ruined for me because I knew there was no other men that could compete with Ben.

“God, you feel so good.” Ben moans in my ear as he continues with his thrusts, making me moan. My eyes were closed but I could feel them rolling back as he continued slamming himself into me. Then I feel his lips on mine and he kisses me, hungrily, while I dig my nails in his back and leave my own mark on him as I run my nails down his back.

About a half an hour later, both Ben and I were laying on our backs on the bed, Ben had lit up a cigarette and takes in a puff of smoke before slowly letting it out through his mouth then passes the cigarette to me and I take in a drag of the lite cigarette. 

“I gotta admit, sweetheart, that was better than I could ever imagine.” Ben said as I blow out the smoke. I giggled as I hand back the cigarette to him. “Really?” I asked as he takes another drag then blows it out. “Yeah. Actually, I’ll say probably the best sex I’ve ever had.” Ben said and I turn on my side to look at him.

”Seriously? After all the women you’ve had, including people you’ve had during Herogasm?” I asked him and he gives me that damn cheeky smile. “Well, most of the women I’ve been with weren’t Supes themselves. And I had to kinda hold back, sure it still felt good but it wasn’t completely satisfying. But with you…” Ben said then he whistles. “I’m starting to take back what I said that you should go to Herogasm. I wanna keep you all to myself.” He said and I smiled as he reaches over to his bedside and stamps the cigarette out on the ashtray.

”Well, that’s a relief.” I said as I bring my right arm under me, helping me rise up as I look down at him. “Because after that, I don’t think I could go back to any man, Supe or not.” I said then I climb on top of him. “Whoa!” He said, surprised, but he had this excited gleam in his eyes. 

I run my hands over his chest and I start to slowly move my hips against his. He hissed and groaned at this as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them, and I let out a small moan at this. “Already up for more?” He asked then lets out a groan as I rub my entrance against his growing erection. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Soldier Boy.” I said, in a sultry voice, and he gives me a lustful look. “I was actually thinking the same thing, sweetheart.” He growls and I smile, lean down and capture his lips in mine.

And for the rest of the night, we had gone a few more rounds after that and I’m gonna be truthful, we weren’t exactly quiet. I’m sure that night, everyone in Vought Tower could hear us and I did not care if they did.

Present Day

I wake up from my sleep and just lay in bed for a moment before getting up and get ready for the day. After getting showered and dressed, I go over to the jewelry box on my dresser and found a silver chain necklace that had a beautiful white pearl as the pendant.

I smile at it as it was one of the gifts Ben gave me. We had broken up for the first time after being together for about six or seven years and almost a year later, he came back to me and presented me with this gift as his way to say sorry. Which I did accept as I did miss our times together. After that we were together for a few more years before we broke up again. And so on and so forth.

The reason we kept breaking up was because of how Ben would treat me like a child during our missions, like I didn’t know what I was doing. I was so sick of it that I had to break it off with him and just step back from our relationship. But Ben would always find ways to get me to come back, which it honestly didn’t take much as I still loved him.

He never did anything malicious to me and never was abusive towards me, it was just sometimes we drove each other crazy to the point we needed a break from one another. And once we realized other people didn’t satisfy us, we always got back together.

I shake my head, pulling myself out of my thoughts in the past when I look at my watch and realized I was running a little late for work. “Shit!” I grumbled as I put the necklace on, put my shoes on then head out of the house.

Later, I was walking around the aisle of the bookstore and placed the new books that got shipped in on the shelves. Yeah, I know, working at a bookstore is a far cry from being a Supe but it is very relaxing and quiet…just how I like it.

Just then, I hear footsteps coming up next to me and I hear a voice behind me. “Excuse me…” a male voice said and I turn to him to see a man about in his forties standing behind me. “Yes, sir, how can I help you?” I asked and I noticed his eyes had widen and a look of recognition flashed on his face.

”Wait! Aren’t you Mystic Shade?” He asked me and I bite the inside of my cheek at this. “I was…” I muttered and the man smiled. “Oh, man, I-I-I hope I don’t sound too crazy but…I use to have a massive crush on you when I was younger.” He said and I give a small smile at this. “It’s alright, I get that a lot. But I am flattered.” I said, nicely, and the man smiles.

”Um, can I get a picture?” He asked me and it was like old instincts kicked in and I nodded. “Yeah, sure, anything for a fan.” I replied, instinctively, which was weird as I haven’t been ask for a picture in years. But I guess old habits die hard.

The guy smiles and pulls out his phone as I start to stand up straight. Then the man places his left arm around my shoulder and I place my right hand on his back as he holds up his phone with his right hand and angles it to get both of us in the camera.

We smiled and he takes the picture then he pulls away from me. “Perfect! Thank you, Mystic! I honestly was afraid the rumors about you were true.” He said and I furrowed my brow. “Rumors?” I asked. “Oh, there’s been a rumor going around saying you’re dead.” He said and I shake my head. “Nope, just retired.” I said. “I had a feeling what with what happened to Soldier Boy…” the man said and my smile falters as I look down.

”Oh, shit! I’m sorry…” he stammers and I shake my head. “It’s okay…” I said and the man bites his lips, embarrassed. “I’m, I’m sorry, what was your name, sir?” I asked him. “Jimmy.” He replied. “Well, Jimmy, I appreciate this visit and talk but…I have to get back to work.” I said and he nods.

”Oh, yeah, I was gonna ask where you keep the fantasy books.” Jimmy asked me. “Oh, yeah, it’s down the hall and to the left.” I instructed and he nods. “Thanks!” He said and he goes down the hall and even though I always hated taking pictures, bringing a smile to that guy made me feel a little better.

I sigh, happily, and get back to work.

*3rd Person POV*

“Neuman's head of the bureau because I said so. I tried to save her from the attack on Congress that she fսcking caused.” Mallory tells Butcher, Hughie and M.M. after they arrived at her hideout home. “Well, at least you didn't spend the last year getting her oat milk lattes and every piece of intel she asked for.” Hughie said to her and Mallory stares at him.

”I would very much like to know the plan to eliminate her.” She said to the men. “Well, that depends on what you can tell us about your little holiday down in Nicaragua.” Butcher said. “I've never been to Nicaragua.” Mallory said after a moment of silence. “Really? 'Cause a little birdie told me you were Payback's case officer down there, on a classified job that Soldier Boy never come back from.” Butcher said and Mallory scoffs then turns her back to the men as she looks out the window.

“Colonel?” M.M. asked her then she turns to the men. “Whatever it is William thinks he may have heard, he's mistaken.” Mallory said and she turns away from them and looks out her window. “Is he?” Butcher asked her but she doesn’t answer. “You know that safe you got in your home office? The one behind the picture of Bush number one? Well, I borrowed a ledger from it, the one with all your assets around the world. How long do you think them and their families will last when I put every one of their fսcking names on Facebook?” Butcher asked her, threateningly.

”You'd sign the death warrants of dozens of innocent people who had nothing to do with this?” Mallory asked. “I'm embarrassed for the both of us that you're asking.” Butcher growls. “Nicaragua's ancient history. Not to mention I could be killed just for telling you.” Mallory said. “And all your agents will get killed if you don't. Blimey. What a pickle.” said Butcher and Mallory glares at him before she lets out a sigh.

”It was part of Operation Charly.” Mallory said and Hughie furrows his brow while M.M. and Butcher share a look. “Operation...Charly?” He asked, confused. “Reagan's pet project, off the books. Help the Contra rebels fight the Russian-backed Sandinistas, but we needed a way to pay for it. Some of the cash came from selling arms to Iran, Oliver North's epic fսck up. But the rest? If there's one thing that the Contras had plenty of, it was cоcɑіnе. I was in charge of trafficking the coke into the U.S. and then using the profits to buy more weapons. In the fight against the Reds, whatever it took.” Mallory explains. 

“That's some self-justifying bullshit. Were you part of that other thing, too?” M.M. asked her. “What other thing?” Hughie asked him. ”She knows.” M.M. replied then looks at Mallory. “Tell him.”

”The unwritten policy was to sell the cоcɑіnе strictly to minority neighborhoods. Destabilize, demoralize, while staying out of white ones. Late in '84, we were gearing up for a major offensive, so the higher-ups, in their infinite wisdom, decided it was the perfect time to throw a wrench in the works.” Mallory explains, an annoyed tone in her voice.

Flashback

Malloy was in her tent when she hears cheering outside. She runs outside to see the team Payback had arrived. Swatto, Crimson Countess, Mindstorm, Black Noir and The TNT Twins were all posing and showing off in front of people. Mallory was beyond pissed to seeing this then she noticed Mystic Shade, who was in a dark blue body suit, with matching boots, a chest armor and wrist gauntlets and a short cape draped over her shoulder and a dark blue eye mask, standing off to the side with her arms crossed as she watches her teammates act like fools. Then Mallory sees Soldier Boy holding a rocket launcher and Gunpowder was behind him, holding the end of the launcher.

“What do you say, Gunpowder? Give them the Fourth of July?” Soldier Boy asked and the soldiers begin to cheer. “Let's light them up, Soldier Boy.” Gunpowder said, excitedly.

“Please put that down.” Mallory demanded him and Soldier Boy looks at her then smiles. “Ah, well, didn't realize they made case officers as pretty as you. We're just having some fun.” Soldier Boy said. “Our munitions dump is in that direction. You're about to blow up half the camp. Put it down.” Mallory demanded and Soldier Boy pushes the launcher off of his shoulder, Gunpowder catches it, as Soldier Boy saunters over to Mallory. “I do like the assertive type. You know, with a figure like yours, you are wasted down here.” Soldier Boy flirts as he walks up to Mallory, who didn’t look at all impressed.

Mystic Shade was watching Soldier Boy, rolling her eyes at him, while Crimson Countess looks over at her with a gloating smile. “My humblest apologies.” A voice said behind Mallory and she turns to see a young black man. “I'm sure this is...disorienting. Let's start over. Officer Grace Mallory, isn't it? Stanford Edgar. I'm an associate with Vought American.” Edgar introduced.

”Do you want to explain what the fսck this freak show's all about?” Mallory asked him, angrily, as she walks past him and he follows him. “Vought American has entered into a partnership with the U.S. government in the global war against communism. Payback will embed themselves and fight alongside the Contra rebels. Think of it as a trial run.” Edgar said to her as they walk off. “A trial run for what?” Mallory asked. “Superheroes in the military, of course. For the first time in over 30 years. Just imagine how dominant we'd be.” Edgar said as they hear buzzing above them.

Mallory looks up and sees Swatto flying around. “Jesus Christ. Get down!” Mallory shouts and Swatto lands. “What's the problem?” He asked and Mallory furrows her brow in anger. “The...problem is that the enemy might spot a fսcking flying man above the tree line and find our position.” Mallory shouts. “She's right, Swatto. No flights without Officer Mallory's clearance.” Edgar said, calmly, and Swatto walks away and Mallory turns, sharply, to Edgar.

”Is this a joke? Supes aren't soldiers. They're undisciplined dip shits. Untrained and untested. They do not belong in a war zone. They belong on That's Incredible!” Mallory argues with Edgar. “Tell that to Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade. They are living, breathing American heroes.” Edgar said and Mallory huffs at this. “I'm not allowing this.” She growls but then Edgar holds out an envelope to her. “I'm sure Director Casey will address any concerns you may have.” He said as Mallory takes the envelope.

”Oh, and, uh, we need a couple of your men to fetch water for our tents. Thank you so much.” He calls out and Mallory sighs in frustration.

Afterwhile, Mallory was walking around the camp and see the other heroes all just relaxing like they were on vacation. Mallory scoffs but then sees Mystic Shade actually looking like she was working as she uses her telekinetic power to throw knives at a board some feet away from her.

The knife hit the middle of the board and Mallory was surprised then looks over at Mystic Shade, who looked over at her. Mallory gave her an approval nod and Mystic Shade smiled as she goes back to throwing knives at the board and Mallory walks away from her.

”I do love a working girl.” Soldier Boy said as he comes up to Mystic Shade once Mallory left. “Really? Thought you said you like the assertive type.” Mystic Shade said, in a bit of a sassy voice, as she looks over at her boyfriend. “Oh, c’mon, sweetheart, you know I wasn’t serious about that, right?” He asked her as he walks up to her.

Mystic Shade plays with her knife before she looks back at him. “Oh, I know. Because if you take it further than harmless flirting…” she said then she, quickly, turns to Soldier Boy and placed the tip of her knife under his chin. “…then I’ll turn you from a rooster to a hen in one quick motion.” She threatens with a smirk and Soldier Boy grins at her.

”See? This is why you’re my favorite girl. Hard working, assertive and sexy as hell.” He said as he gives her serious bedroom eyes. Her smile widens and she moves the knife away from him and puts the knives away in a box. He then comes up behind her and places his hands on her hips and pulls her to him.

”I love you, you know that, right?” He asked her and she turns in his arms. “I love you too.” she said as she places her hands on his chest then she leans up and the two share a kiss. “I just can’t wait to get this shit done and get back home.” Mystic Shade said once they break the kiss and Soldier Boy leans his forehead against hers. “I just don’t understand why it couldn’t just be us dealing with this.” She continued.

”Cause we’re a team…” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade scoffs. “Please, you know as well as I do that these fuckers don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.” Mystic Shade said as she gestures to Countess, the Twins, Swatto and Mindstorm. Soldier Boy chuckles and nods a little. “Can’t argue with that. But you know how Vought is.” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade sighs.

”But I do agree about wanting to go back home. Mainly, you and me have a special day coming.” He said and she turns to look at him, confused. “What are you talking about?” She asked. “Well, it’s about to be the anniversary of the day we met.” He said and she chuckles. “And they say you’re a cocky asshole. I should go and tell the news stations that you’re just a big old softie.” She teased. “Hey, you’re the only one that gets to see this side of me.” He said. “Oh? And what about Crimson? Or those other girls when you and I were on our many breaks?” Mystic asked him and he shakes his head.

”Only you.” He said and she gives a smile at this then she leans up and kisses him. She pulls back, smiles at him again then goes over to the box that held the knives. “I’m gonna put these away and maybe help these guys out some since these lazy ass fuckers won’t.” She said as she nods towards the team. “Okay, I’ll talk with you later.” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade winks at him then walks away and his eyes roams her body as she walks off.

He lets out a heavy sigh then digs in one of his belt pockets and pulls out a small ring. He still was in shock that he was seriously thinking of asking Mystic Shade to marry him but the thought of her being his wife and having kids with her kept growing and growing. He was still trying to figure out how he’d do it, he just knew he wanted to do it on the anniversary of their first meeting. He puts away the ring and goes off to look around.

“Claudio. Mets don't stand a chance in hell this year.” Mallory calls out to one of her men as they walk past each other. “Señorita, fսck the Yankees.” Claudio said and they laugh as Mallory continues walking off until she gets to an area that had a stone wall around it and hears voices. She stops and hides as she hears two men talking.

“Will the others go along?” Edgar asked Black Noir, who has his mask removed. “Everyone but Gunpowder and Mystic Shade.” Noir tells him. “Good luck, Earving.” Edgar said as he eats on his bag of peanuts. “Can you please stop eating those in front of me. I'm allergic.” Noir pleads to him and Edgar stares at him before he puts another peanut in his mouth and Noir sighs. “I have to ask, why couldn’t they also take…” Noir started to ask but Edgar speaks over him.

”I know what you’re going to ask and I’ll say they wanted her as well but we think she is an important asset to Vought.” Edgar said and Noir sighs again. “So, listen, if I'm gonna take a more central role on the team, then I want to lose the mask.” Noir said. “Silent ninjas score extremely high with boys seven to ten years old. The mask lends a certain mystique.” Edgar tells him.

”Well, fսck mystique. People don't even know it's me under this thing. I got to wear it just to get a cab.” Noir argued. “Payback is the country's premier superhero team. The whole country. Sadly, a Black member's still a nonstarter below the Mason-Dixon.” Edgar informs. “Well, I could be bigger than that. I could be Eddie Murphy.” Noir said as Edgar crunches on his peanuts again the Noir looks over at his mask then shakes his head.

“I'm not wearing the mask.” Noir said, firmly. “Your choice. Though, once you're farmed out to Minneapolis-St. Paul, you'll want the mask simply for...warmth.” Edgar said and Noir just glares at him while Mallory, quietly, walks away.

“You should smile more.” A voice said to her and she turns to see Soldier Boy leaning against the stone fence with a smile. “I bet it's a beautiful smile.” He compliments as he walks up to her. “Okay, look, as an ambassador from Planet Actual Woman, I just...I got to tell you, I know that you think these lines work, but...” Mallory said until Soldier speaks over her. “Oh, they do. Just ask Loni Anderson.” He said, with a cocky smile.

”They don't, and they never have.” Mallory sneered and Soldier Boy rolls his eyes. “The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.” Mallory said and Soldier Boy was taken aback by this, his lips quivered for a second, before he feels a bit offended and angry. “You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.” Soldier Boy spat at her and Mallory rolls her eyes and then walks off.

Mystic Shade was walking around the grounds, keeping track of the team until she noticed that Swatto was nowhere to be found. “Has anyone seen Swatto?” She asked around just as Soldier Boy comes up to her. “Hey, have you…” She asked but he grabs her arm and takes her over to a private area. “Ben? What are you doing?” She asked him, confused, as he takes her over behind a large military truck.

“Ben?” She asked as Soldier Boy pushed her up against the truck. He bores his eyes into her but she noticed that he had this look like he wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. “What’s wrong?” She asked him and he sighs. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” He asked her and she gives him a confused look. “What? No, why the hell would you think…” Mystic started to said but stops when she started to realize something.

”Oh, did your new girlfriend say something to you?” She asked, a bit teasingly. He stares at her and was about to say something until they heard an explosion nearby. They jumped, slightly, then they run out and see some of Mallory’s men shooting and fighting at some Russian soldiers. Mystic and Solider Boy get determined face and Mystic turns to him. “We’ll talk about this later.” She said and he nods then she places a hand on his cheek, leans up and kisses his lips. Once they break the kiss, he smirks a little before they head off to fight.

Turns out that Swatto went flying again and the Russians had found their location and launched their attack with their special forces. All of Mallory’s men went to fight and some of the members of Payback tried to fight back.

Crimson, at one point, issues her powers on a couple of men and exploded them. Those are my men!” Mallory shouts at her and Crimson looks at her, confused, then runs off. Gunfire continues and Mallory ducks down then runs off and fires at some of the Russian soldiers. She ducks down as Edgar and a few other men run then Noir comes up and slices at the Russian soldiers.

Mallory then runs over behind a truck as Swatto runs past her. “Fuck, fսck, fսck!” Swatto exclaimed, panicking, then he flies up in the air but a missile fires and hits him, killing Swatto.

Mallory turns around and sees a man getting thrown out of a small shed and she raised her gun, only to see Soldier Boy fighting off a couple of soldiers on his own. Then another Russian soldier tried to sneak up on Soldier Boy but Mallory shoots him. Soldier Boy turns around and sees her then gestures a thank you to her then uppercuts a man with his shield, making the Russian soldier fly into the air then falls and gets impaled on a pole some hundred yards away.

Soldier Boy runs off and Mallory turns another way just as four Russian soldiers come upon her. She goes to raise her gun but then four knives fly through the back of their heads. The fall to their knees then their side and Mallory sees Mystic Shade was standing behind them. She smiles and gives a two finger salute to Mallory before she heads into another direction, the knives flying over to her and hover over her shoulder as she runs.

Then Mallory hears a Gatling gun and she looks over to see Gunpowder at the gun and he kept shooting at people. “Oh, yeah!” Gunpowder said, excitedly, as he kills the Russians and some of Mallory’s men. “Gunpowder! Will you please fսcking stop?” Thomas, one of the TNT Twins, shouts as he, Mindstorm and Tessa cowered behind Gunpowder

Mallory runs but then missiles were fired and she dodges them as best as she could until one hit very close to her and the blast hurls her in the air and she hits one of the stone building and gets knocked out.

Eventually, Mallory wakes up and hears fire crackling, smoke billowing around her. She gets up and saw that it looked like slaughter house. She starts to walk around, shell shocked, when she heard someone cough then grunting and gasping.

She follows the noise and sees it is Black Noir, with a long, deep gash on the top of his head. Mallory looked at this horrified, then she goes to stand in front of him and saw that half of his face was burnt. He looks up at her then he goes to reach for his helmet then he grunts at Mallory as she turns away when she hears a woman crying.

Off to the side, she sees Tessa was crying as she leans against a wall while her brother tends to her wound. Mindstorm was helping Gunpowder to sit up and give him some water as Crimson Countess comes up to Mallory, crying. “Oh, God. They killed Soldier Boy.” She cries and Mallory furrows her brow, confused.

”What? Who?” She asked. “The Russians. They had some kind of gun or-or weapon or something.” Crimson cries. “That's impossible.” Mallory said, disbelieving. “No! We saw it. We saw it. They took his body.” Crimson cries and she points up just as they hear helicopter blades.

Mallory turns around and sees a helicopter fly off then she turns to Crimson. “Where’s Mystic Shade?” She asked. Before Crimson could reply, Thomas shouts. “Here! Got her!” 

They all look and see Thomas and Mindstorm carrying Mystic Shade, Thomas had his hands under arms and Mindstorm was carrying her feet. Then they set her down on the ground as she groans. Mallory noticed that she had a gash on her forehead but not as deep as Noir’s wound.

”Oh, Misty! Are you okay?” Crimson asked as she kneels next to Mystic Shade, who slowly opens her eyes. “Wh-W-What h-h-happen…?” Mystic Shade groans out. “What do you remember?” Thomas asked her and Mystic places her hand over her face. “I-I remember…fighting some…soldiers with…” she stops then she goes to sit up but everyone tells her to take it easy.

”Where’s Ben? Is he okay?” She asked, worriedly. The others give a look then back at Mystic. “He’s gone, Misty. The Russians killed him.” Crimson said and Mystic’s eyes widen at this, then she shakes her head. “No…No! You’re lying!” She shouts and she looks around at everyone, who all looked sullen.

Mystic Shade looks down then she hyperventilates as she felt her heart break into a million pieces. She places her hands over her face then begins to cry and Gunpowder comes up to her and hugs her as does Crimson, who also cries with Mystic Shade.

Present Day

“I lost 116 men. And Vought got full immunity. That was the day I decided to make them pay.” Mallory tells the boys. “Well, ain't that a wonderful story. Tell me, Grace, where did the Ivans take this...Supe Gun?” Butcher asked her as she turns to look at her. “The trail went cold behind the iron curtain. It's the truth. My reach only goes so far.” Mallory said.

”You knew what Soldier Boy did to my family, but you didn't think I needed to know the truth?” M.M. asked her, with a growl. “It wasn't that simple.” Mallory said but M.M. wasn’t buying it while Butcher stands up, an angry look on his face.

”Marvin, Hugh, give us the room.” Mallory asked them and Butcher turns to them and nods at them, then they leave. Butcher looks over at Mallory and walks up to her. “You came to me after Becca disappeared and promised me Homelander's head. And all this time, you knew there was something that could do the job, and you never said a fսcking word.” Butcher growls at her, angrily. “Whatever this weapon is, it probably won't work on Homelander.” Mallory said.

”And what if it does?” Butcher asked. “Even worse. Because it wouldn't end with him. You'd go after another Supe, then another, then all of them.” Mallory said. “If you'd have told me about this sooner, Homelander might already be dead. Ryan wouldn't be running from one safe house to the next, wondering when his nutter dad's gonna drop out of the sky. And Becca...Becca might still be alive. And for that...I'll never fսcking forgive you.” Butcher yells then he starts to walk away.

”This was never about Ryan or Becca. It was always selfish. Always and only for you. For the hate inside that you want to let loose on the world.” Mallory said and Butcher stops and turns to her. “I thought maybe you changed, but I was wrong. You are your father. Always have been.” Mallory said, her voice shaking, then Butcher walks off and outside.

”What happened?” Hughie asked Butcher as he walks out. “We're off.” Butcher said as he walks to his car and Ryan runs to him. “Butcher, wait up. Where-where are you going?” Ryan asked him. “The city.” Butcher said. “When will I see you again?” Ryan asked him. “You won't. Ain't safe for you.” Butcher said but then Ryan gets in front of him and stops him.

”Wait! What are you talking about?” Ryan asked him. “I got to go.” Butcher said but Ryan grabs his arm. “Ryan, let go.” Butcher growls. “No. You said you'd always watch out for me. You promised!” Ryan exclaims. “Ryan, let go.” Butcher demanded. “I won't let you!” Ryan shouts, upset. “Well, maybe I don't want to look at you. After what you done to my Becca. Did you ever think about that?” Butcher asked and Ryan lets go of his arm and stares at him, shocked and hurt. 

His eyes turn red and his breathing trembles, everyone watches in fear as does Mallory. Then his eyes go back to normal and he digs into his shirt and pulls off the necklace Butcher gave him, which was from Becca. Then Ryan tosses it down in the ground, glaring at Butcher. “I hate you.” He growls as he continues to glare at Butcher and he runs off back to the house and slams the door behind him.

Butcher looks down, feeling a little guilty, then turns as Mallory shakes her head and scoffs then heads inside after Ryan.

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[my-little-delusions]

To the Ends of the Universe Pt. 1 - Dick Grayson x Reader

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader (Romantic), Bruce Wayne x Assistant!Pennyworth!Reader, Donna x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Death, cursing, violence, talk of self harm, talk of domestic abuse, talk of terminal illness and hospitals, experiments, smut (skippable)

(It's a long summary I know I'm sorry. Read it or don't.)

Summary: When you were 6 years old, you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. The doctors said there was nothing they could do, and your health would rapidly decline. You wouldn't live past 8 years old. Your parents refused to take that answer and decided to make their own cure for you. However, they couldn't stop there, they didn't just want to make you healthy, they wanted to make you super. Make sure nothing could put you in harms way ever again. After a faulty experiment when you were 10 years old, the lab they worked out of, killed your parents and left you a sole survivor.

When reports of a "super kid" loose on the streets reached Wayne Manor, Bruce picked you up. Alfred ended up adopting you legally, but when Bruce realized you had no control of your powers, he decided to train you. Teach you how to use your powers and keep them under control.

A year later Bruce adopted Dick. Growing up and Training side by side you and Dick were inseparable. Your crush on Dick, the cute guy you would with a year older than you, only got worse. As well as his protectiveness over you. Your relationship flourished and you two seemed unstoppable. But what happens when Dick convinces you to leave Gotham? Make a new life for yourselves all on your own.

Disclaimer: I am fully aware my timeline/numbers are screwy, don't think about it. This is based solely on the Titans show, it is definitely not comic accurate lol.

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"I wish we could stay like this forever" Dick says, his hand brushing my hair gently behind my ears. The night breeze blowing wisps of it back into my face. He leans in ever so slightly, his eyes locked in with mine. Looking at me full of love and admiration. Causing my heart to swell.

He's never failed to make me feel the way he did when we were kids.

I smile at him softly, tilting my head to lean my face into his gloved hand. Slowly, my hand reaches up to grasp around his wrist, pulling his hand away from my face.

I can tell through his mask that his face falls slightly. I cup his hand between both of mine in my lap. His gaze falls down.

"Dick," I sigh, squeezing his hand, watching as he casts his eyes away to look at the city lights below us, "Look at me... please" His eyes dart up to look at mine, flickering away slightly, "Stop stalling. You have to tell me eventually,"

He takes a deep breath. Eyes hardening.

"I am going to quit Robin, quit Batman. The whole thing."

My grip on his hand loosens a bit, the shock settling in, "W-what?"

"I can't do it anymore Y/n, I-I mean you've seen what it's done to me," His voice wavers a bit but his tone is harsh.

"Are you sure?"

"I can't be here anymore. This... place. It's making me a person I never wanna be. I'm becoming just like Bruce. A violent, paranoid, detached person."

"But-"

"No buts! I need to do this." He says, sounding completely serious.

My breath hitches a bit before I go to speak, letting go of his hand and shifting to sit an inch further from him, "Dick. I love you. I will always love you. Bruce saved us. Both of us. We'd be dead without him. But he's also done us some damage. I will miss you, with every part of my being but I think it's a good idea for you to go. Y-you should get out of here. You're right, G-gotham is eating you alive and I-I can see it. I am so sorry I let it happen without saying anything. B-but you are going to do great things out in the world."

My lips wobble as tears prick my eyes but I try to contain myself. Not wanting to make Dick feel guilty.

"Woahwoahwoah. Y/n. Baby. No. I want you to come with me. I need you with me." He says, almost launching himself, this time grabbing both my hands in his, forcing me to look up at him and his hopeful eyes.

"What? Dick... I.. I don't know. I mean, I don't want to lose you but Bruce needs me. I can't just abandon him. After everything he has done for me. Now that Alfred is gone... Batman can be Batman without a Robin. Bruce can't be Bruce without a Pennyworth. I owe it to him. I'm sorry Dick."

It is silent for a moment. The wheels in Dick's head churning away.

"Then I won't go."

"But-"

"No."

"Dick-"

"Y/n I can't leave you! I won't!"

"Dick that's crazy!" I yell, standing up on the ledge we were sitting on, throwing my hands up,

"What do you mean it's crazy?!"

"We have known each other all our lives. It's always been just the two of us. When is the last time you got close with anyone remotely close to our age since Bruce took us in? I mean seriously Dick!" Exasperated, I pause to catch my breath, "... I love you. You mean everything to me, but I refuse to hold you back! You've only ever known me, what if your true soulmate, the person you're really supposed to be with is out there! I mean, hell, Donna? Dawn? Someone new? If you go out there I know you will find someone. I mean, you're a catch Dick," I say, trying to pass it off as a joke with a forced laugh, however the softness of my tone does little to hide quiver in my voice, "I can't let you ruin yourself. I can't let you stay in Gotham and fall apart right in front of my eyes just for me." I say solemnly, looking down at my feet.

Dick gets up as well, chasing after me to the spot I stormed over to in my rant, "Are you kidding me Y/n? I love you! I don't want anyone else! Donna was a crush I had for a month and you know damn well Dawn and I didn't work out because I couldn't forget about you! I've always wanted you! I will always want you! No one out there is meant for me but you! You are my end game. Don't you understand that?" He shouted, his voice growing hoarse and cracking, the veins in his neck protruding slightly as he strained, "I will just work harder. Get stronger. If that's what it takes to stay with you it's what I'm gonna do."

There Dick stood, right in front of me, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The air in front of his face fogging up.

My eyes filled with water as I fiddled with my fingers, "I'm sorry Dick," I barely whisper.

Without missing a beat Dick wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug and burying my face in his chest.

"Don't be sorry, just let me do this," His says, kissing the top of my head, "I'm not leaving you, okay?"

"Okay."

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"Thank you, Y/n." Bruce said, walking into the batcave.

"Always," I sigh, a smile on my face, spinning around in the chair at my console.

"I don't know what I would do without you," He says.

I pause, shocked that Bruce would say something so kind casually.

"I don't know either," I snicker. Standing up from my chair and pulling together all of my stuff, "Is there anything else you would like me to do before I tuck in for the night?"

"No thank you, you have done plenty tonight,"

"Okay," I sigh, "Please, Bruce... Get some sleep."

"No promises... but I'll try,"

With a smile I make my way out of the batcave and up the steps. My steps speeding up as I excitedly head up to Dick's room.

"Dick?" I call softly, poking my head around the doorframe.

Then I pause.

I hear something.

It sounds like... sniffling?

That can't be Dick.

Dick has cried in Wayne Manor since we were kids.

I hear a rushed shuffling followed by a hoarse, "Come in,"

Walking in wearily I see Dick, seated at the end of the bed, his cheeks stained with tears and his eyes painfully red.

"Oh.. babe," I say dropping, my stuff on the floor and finding myself at his side. Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders the best I can. Rubbing his back and his shoulder gently.

He tries to shrug my arms off ever so slightly, "It's nothing, don't worry about it,"

Without saying anything I just continue to hold him, pulling him in a little tighter. Waiting patiently in silence.

After a little while, the sound of sniffling returns, his shoulders shaking. Dick leans over, resting his head on my chest, letting me wrap my arms around him fully. Only then does he release his tears fully. Allowing himself to sob in my arms.

"I-I almost b-beat somebody to d-death. Y/n I-I almost k-killed him," He struggles put in between his shaky breathes, "I-I don't like who I'm becoming," He says quietly to himself.

After that, I let him cry in my arms for hours. Until finally he had exhausted himself of all his tears and passed out. Tucking him into our shared bed, I admire him, looking more peaceful than I realize he has in a long time.

Shedding a few silent tears of my own, I climb into bed next to him. Finding myself exhausted but unable to let myself sleep. Not after this.

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"Hey" A voice whispers to me, disturbing me from my sleep, "Y/n"

Sitting up a bit, I rub my eyes, letting them adjust to the light. Turning my head, I see dick, already dressed and ready for the day.

Weird.

He usually wakes me up right away.

"Good morning baby," He says smiling and kissing my cheek, pretending like nothing happened the night before.

I just sit there, shocked, stunned, eyes wide.

"Did you sleep okay? I was thinking for breakfast I could-"

"Let's leave Gotham."

"-maybe make some..thing... wait, what did you say?"

"Let's quit. I'll go with you Dick,"

"But you said-"

"I changed my mind."

"But Bruce-"

"I care about you more."

He pauses for a minute, just starting at me, "Are you sure about this?"

"Dick...I want this, for you, and for me. I want to go with you."

My heart feels a bit heavy at just how much his face lights up when I say that. The guilt of ever making him stay here eating away at me.

"I love you," He says breathly and quickly before connecting our lips.

*Gets a little steamy here, skip if needed to the next red*

Gently, Dick pushes me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

He pulls away for a second, eyes filled with lust and love as he looks me over, "god I can't wait to start a new life with you,"

Without hesitating, he attaches his lips to my neck and slides his hand down the front of my pants, his fingers immediately find my clit.

"Fuck, Dick," I moan, throwing my head back.

"Your so fucking beautiful,"

His other free hand slips under the bottom of my shirt. Chills run down my spine at the feeling of his calloused hands grazing the skin of my waist.

Lifting his head from the crook of my neck, he begins to pepper kisses all over my face.

All of a sudden, the loud alarms of our phones go off. It's Bruce. Calling us down.

"Fuck." We both say.

I whine as Dick removes his hand from my pants.

Both of us panting slightly, looking each other before I finally say, "we have to actually go see what he needs, you know."

"I know," He says smirking, "I just need a minute to get rid of this hard-on you gave me,"

I roll my eyes, pushing him off me slightly, "You know... we have to tell him as well," I say, a little solemnly.

"Leave that me, don't worry," He says, reassuring me.

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*Time Skip*

"Here we go," I say, a wide smile plastered on my face that I can't contain.

Dick turns his head smiling back at me, one hand on the wheel of our truck and the other one rested on my thigh, "I'm so glad you came with me,"

"I'd follow you to the ends of the universe," I say to him, "I know you would too."

Pt. 2

[steddieunderdogfics]

rec for hurt/comfort theme weekend: “The Love Song of Edward E. Munson” by peachesandpears. i really love the writing and the nod to t.s. eliot. it’s a great read!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53439286/chapters/135258733

The Love Song of Edward E. Munson by peachesandpears

@pearynice

Rating: Explicit

3,195 words, 2/2 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Getting Together, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Insecure Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eddie Munson Whump, this is exactly what T. S. Eliot wanted for his legacy

Summary:

"Through it all, though, through mornings and evenings and afternoons, there’s Steve. There’s Steve, who smiles at Eddie’s scarred face, his matted hair, who drinks his coffee and eats his meals by Eddie’s bedside like there is nowhere else he would rather be. He hovers, with Eddie, in this in-between, these moments of frozen time where machines help Eddie breathe, where doctors check his wounds, where nurses prick his arms— Steve stays."

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[vampire-exgirlfriend]

Hello, hello! First I wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing. So thank you for sharing it with us common folk! Second regarding your open asks if possible and whenever: Bare and/or copper for Osferth? Pretty please? :) but only if you feel like it! xx

After Dark

I decided to play around with some season five Osferth for this one and really like how it came out. I've started to realize I always make baby monk a lil closet freak lol

Pairing: Osferth x reader (first person)

Rating: E

Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of blood

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Word that Rumcofa was to have a new Lord spread like wildfire, making its way through the church gossips to the tavern drunks and every home in between. 

When he finally arrived, I found Lord Uhtred to be a decent enough sort, though maybe too pretty for his own good. Eyes followed him everywhere, raking over the hair that gave him away as a fellow Dane, to his charming smile and down his lean body. The men he traveled with respected him, and he in turn treated them with great affection. The Irishman, Finan, was quickly entangled with Ingrith, and Sithric Kjartansson brought with him a wife from Wessex. That left Alfred and Edward's bastards for the women of Rumcofa to fight over, one barely out of boyhood and the other an utter contradiction, wearing the cross of his god and the armor of a warrior. 

They went for the handsome contradiction in droves.

For months the group would take up residence in the tavern. They were polite enough, rowdy on occasion, and happy to drink like they'd just survived a drought. Osferth, the elder bastard boy, would send shy eyes across the room, darting away when I looked back at him. It was hard not to preen under his sweet attention, even when other women dragged him from his table and out into the dark. 

He spoke softly, never really saying much at all, but when he did speak, I found myself listening, hoping to catch the sound of his voice as I wiped down tables and cleaned up the discarded cups. 

After enough push and pull, eyes meeting over crowded rooms, Osferth reached out, his fingers wrapping around the bones of my wrist as I attempted to scoot by with hands full of cups.

Shock bled over his face, as if he couldn't believe he'd actually gone through with the action, as opposed to just imagining it. But he recovered quickly, smiling up at me. My own mouth curled up at the corners. "Yes, monk?" I asked with a raised brow. If his friends noticed, they said nothing, keeping their eyes averted.

"Lady, not to insinuate anything or assume," he cleared his throat, "but might I walk you home tonight?"

My other brow rose, the two pinching in confusion. "You want to…walk me home?"

He nodded.

I glanced around the room, at his friends, at the other women I knew would jump at the opportunity. But when I looked back he still had that earnest expression on his face. "You don't seem to hurt for company. Why are you asking me?"

"It is your company I've sought for months now, I've only just worked up the nerve to say so." His hand was warm on my forearm where his fingers grasped. My eyes darted between his hand and his reddening face. It became obvious that any experience the barely-not-a-boy had was recently gained. He released me and I was surprised to find I missed the heat of his skin against mine. 

"I suppose you could walk me home." My eyes fell on his friends, loud in a good natured sense and nearing drunk, their laughter carrying through the room. "If your friends decide they're ready to wrap up, that is.

Osferth turned to the Irishman, his blue eyes pleading. "Finen, if I've come to mean anything to you, you and Sihtric will go home."

"What? Now?" Finen's gaze slid between his friend and myself, narrowing and then widening again in realization. He slapped the skinny Dane on the back. "Finish up, Sihtric. Our baby monk has plans of the carnal variety."

Osferth looked as if he prayed the ground would open and swallow him whole, his mouth opening and closing like a beached fish. I just rolled my eyes and set to the task of cleaning the now sticky tables.

Half an hour crawled by and when I made my way to the door, the room was empty. Disappointment settled heavy in my gut when I realized Osferth had left with his friends. But I supposed it was for the best. There wasn't much point in getting tangled up with him anyway, even if it promised to be a good time. I had learned through my time in Rumcofa that Danes and christians were like oil and water. 

I stepped out into the drizzle, the moon obscured by heavy clouds, the torches that lit the way sputtering as raindrops hit the flames. Pulling the heavy door closed behind me, I jumped when a throat cleared in the dark.

"Hel take you," I snapped, my heart thundering, my hand coming to rest over my chest as if to keep it from bursting open.

Osferth looked at the ground, biting back a grin before he glanced back up at me. His hands were clasped behind his back and for a moment he looked younger than his years, a little unsure of where we went from here. I took no mercy on him, sidestepping him as I found the path that would lead me home. When he didn't move to follow me, I looked over my shoulder before jerking my chin forward. He smiled again and jogged to meet me, his steps falling in time with mine.

The earth was damp, wet seeping into the hem of my dress as we walked up the gently rolling hill toward my home. After being so insistent on my company, Osferth was quiet, his eyes darting between me and the road ahead, his face pensive.

“You are thinking so hard I can hear it,” I teased, nudging his shoulder with my own. My house loomed before us, our walk coming to an end.

“I was just wondering…,” he trailed off.

“Wondering what?”

“If it would be alright if I came inside.” Even in the dark, with just the pale light of the moon peeking out from behind the clouds, I could see the blush that stained his cheeks.

“Are you sure you would not rather spend your evening with Gudrun?” I asked, not entirely joking. I wasn’t interested in being forgotten as soon as the sun rose, like the rumors said Osferth had a tendency to do. But there was something about this monk, this fighter, that had pulled me in since I first laid eyes on him. “She lives just over there.” I pointed to a house on our right, candlelight flickering through the window. “Or Elfreda? Her husband is still gone to Mercia. She speaks of you fondly.”

“Fond is not necessarily the word I would use, Lady.” His eyes found mine as we stopped outside my door. "I have no idea how she speaks of me. In truth, we’ve had one conversation…about her goats."

Something small and warm lit up in my chest. “You have never…?”

“Not with Gudrun or Elfreda.”

“Well that’s something, I suppose,” I said, a fragile smile curling at the edges of my mouth. “You can come in, but I will hear nothing about my heathen ways, monk.”

He grinned and it went to my head, leaving my fingertips tingling with the desire to touch him, to make him grin again. “Osferth will do, Lady. And after spending so much time with Lord Uhtred, I would never think to say a word about your ‘heathen ways’.”

I smiled back and shouldered open the door, gesturing for him to enter first. It was strange to see Osferth in my space, which was really just a large room I'd done my best to make comfortable. It held a hearth with a pot for cooking, a bed in the corner piled with furs and blankets, and a small table in the center of the room for meals. I made quick work of a fire, the sound of logs crackling filling the silence. For a man who had a tendency to blend in most places, Osferth stood out stark in the doorway. His sharp blue eyes darted around the room, taking in each detail, snagging on Frejya’s rune carved into the doorframe.

“What is this?” He asked, running a long finger over the lines. I was mesmerized by the grace of his hand, large and scarred and still so gentle as he traced over the carving.

“Fehu,” I answered, stepping up behind him, nearly close enough to touch. “Freyja is the goddess of love, but also of death and battle. She instructs us to have strength, to know our own worth. It is a reminder for me.”

He turned and it was impossible not to lean into the heat of him. A shy smile pulled at his lips and suddenly all I could think of was kissing him. I wondered if he would be any good at it or if he was as well practiced as rumors would have me believe. He cleared his throat. "It's good to believe in oneself." He raised a hand, trailing his thumb over my cheek. "What else do you believe in, Lady?" His eyes were dark, like a storm over the sea, and for a moment I forgot how to speak.

"Odin tells us to always seek knowledge."

"And Odin is like God?" He asked, his gaze falling to my mouth.

I grinned. "Yes and no. He is king of the gods, for a time. We make sacrifices to him, but also Frig, to look after our fate, and Freyr to bless our harvests, and Thor for protection. And one day Ragnarok will come and the world will be washed away to start anew."

"Like the great flood," he murmured, stepping closer. "A man was told by God to build a boat, to gather his family and two of every animal and prepare for a long journey. Then he flooded the world to give them a fresh start."

My hands rose to his chest, fingers pressing into the leather armor he wore, embossed with the shape of a cross. "I wonder how lonely it would be to be the last two people on earth. It seems like quite a responsibility."

Osferth made a low noise in the back of his throat, as if he was considering me. He stepped forward, backing me up until my legs met the table. "Lady?" 

My gaze danced between his eyes and his lips, parted softly around a breath. "Yes?"

"I would like to kiss you now."

A heat rose up in me, from my fingertips and toes, melting inward, and I thought for a moment I might be glowing with it. "I think you should."

"Oh, thank Christ," he muttered, his large hands coming to cup my jaw, his lips crushing against mine. He wasn't as gentle as I had anticipated, as if he knew I wasn't gentle either and hoped to meet me in the middle. 

His hands abandoned my face to grasp at my waist and heave me up onto the table before he stepped between my knees. He tasted sweeter than I imagined as I curled my hands in the blond hair at the nape of his neck, holding him to me. Wrapping me in his arms, wiry and lean, he stepped closer, pressing me back and holding me to him. If he let go I would fall.

I prayed he wouldn’t let go.

Osferth took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down, his fingers digging into the meat of my waist and pulling himself forward into the cradle of my pelvis. I could feel him beneath the thick fabric of his robes, straining toward me. Without thought, I reached between us and cupped him, flexing my fingers around the outline of his cock, stroking and getting a feel for him. He moaned, breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against mine.

“Lady.” His voice was rough in his mouth, his breath warm against my face. “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to help myself from laying you over this table.”

I nuzzled at the cut of his jawline. “Lay me down then, monk.”

His eyes were dark when he pulled back, his lips pulled into a thin line as he regarded me. He nodded, more to himself than to me, before tugging at the laces at the back of my dress. I gasped at his hidden strength, lurching forward and catching myself against his chest. He pulled the laces loose and let the sleeves fall slack, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the skin of my shoulder. I attempted to make quick work of the clasps that held his armor on, rejoicing in the thud as it hit the floor. He tore the robe he wore over his head, dropping it beside the breast plate before helping me to wriggle out of my dress. When I was bare before him, he loomed over me, and my mouth watered at the fine cut of his body. He was tall and lean, all sharp angles and hard planes, and I ached to touch every inch of him.

Osferth tugged me to the edge of the table before falling to his knees. His eyes met mine for a split second before he leaned forward and licked a stripe up the center of me. The flat pass of his tongue left me reeling and I was torn between the desire to drop back and enjoy the sensation and the need to watch him, to memorize the way he looked as he tasted me.

Rough hands spread my thighs farther apart before reaching higher, holding the very center of me open, leaving me vulnerable. Osferth groaned at the sight, a small pained sound, before leaning forward and devouring me. He was messy, spreading the slick that had gathered, moaning when his nose dragged over that tight bundle of nerves and my back bowed off the table. He slid two fingers in easily, and I dropped my head back, my hands finding his hair and tangling in the sandy strands.

"More," I gasped, biting the word out from between clenched teeth. I felt him smile against me, a slow wicked curve of his mouth, as he pressed a third finger inside and stretched me open. His lips latched on to that spot that had me crying out and it took nothing else for me to find my release, my hips bucking against his face for more even as the feeling became too much, too sharp. I twitchted and shuddered as sparks danced over my skin and still he licked and sucked at me. 

My stomach tumbled over itself when Osferth rose to stand over me, my slick glistening on his chin, the light from the fire painting him beautifully.

"I think I'd like to take you to bed now, Lady," he said and held out a hand. I accepted and let him pull me to standing, his hands capturing my face as soon as my feet were steady on the floor, his mouth catching mine in a feverish kiss that I could taste myself on. "You taste divine," he murmured against my lips. 

I walked backward toward the bed, pulling him with me before turning and pushing him gently back against the furs. He dropped, resting his weight on his elbows. "I think I'd like to return the favor," I mused, my eyes unable to settle, too distracted by each ripple of lean muscle as he unlaced his trousers, lifting his ass to slide them down his thighs. Light hair was dusted over his legs, shining in the glow from the hearth. He was more lovely than any of the paintings the little church in town boasted as he watched me with hooded eyes. The mattress dipped beneath my added weight as I settled between his knees, taking his cock in hand and stroking. Osferth groaned when I tightened my grip.

I took him between my lips and he moaned, his hands finding the back of my head. Our eyes met and he licked his lips, sucking in a sharp breath as I took as much of his length as I could. He tasted like salt and skin, tangy against my tongue as I twisted it around the tip of him. His hips bucked and he slid down my throat. I couldn't stop the gag the motion triggered and he groaned again at the feeling. I let him hold my head still, sliding in and out of my mouth at a languishing pace, as if he were using my body to tease himself, to take himself to that edge only to pull back at the last moment.

"God above, Lady," he grunted, trying to pull back. He caught me under the arms and dragged me up his body, his hands finding the soft flesh of my hips and belly as he kissed me deep and slow. It was an easy kiss to melt into. Osferth laid me back against the furs and settled between my thighs, the hard ridge of his cock sliding through my slit. I angled my hips upward, hoping to catch him, to pull him inside. He pushed forward just an inch, the very tip of him barely breaching me. I thought I would scream. I thought I would break apart and scatter to the winds if he didn't fill me, if he didn't move. 

"Don't be cruel," I whined. Reaching up, I grabbed the cross that he wore around his neck, using the cord to pull him closer.

His hand came down on my hip as I tried to shift, to take him deeper. "Hush, Lady," he murmured. "We have all the time in the world." He pulled back, only to tease me again with the barest hitch forward.

"Osferth, please. Please, I'll do whatever you want just - gods, please, fuck me." 

I didn't know if it was the whimper of his name or the begging, but without warning, he buried himself in me and I thought I would break open around him. "Christ, you're so tight," he moaned, his breath coming in pants against my temple. "Feels like I'll split you in half." 

His words woke something within me, something dark and hungry. "Do it," I whispered. "Break me. Do whatever you want." 

Osferth growled, the sound like some great beast, as he bent his body around mine and began to fuck me in earnest. His teeth found my shoulder and he bit down, pain blooming hot and sudden as I felt the skin split beneath his teeth. He rutted into me and I was sure I would feel him for days, sore and aching and needy for more of him. 

"Lady." The word was so close to a whimper that I couldn't help the moan it pulled from my chest, the way my nails raked over the freckled skin of his back. He kissed the wound left behind by his teeth before dragging his lips over my collarbone, one large hand clutching at my breast, bringing it to his mouth to pull my nipple between parted lips. This time he bit down more gently, just a scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh.

I was close, too close to warn him, to say anything. My back arched as I clenched around him, attempting to pull him deeper, to lock him within my body and never let him part from me. "Osferth," I panted, color bursting behind my eyelids. "Osferth."

"Christ, Lady, you'll be the end of me." His hips had lost their rhythm, grinding now, searching out his own release. "I want to fill you up, to feel myself spill in you."

The idea was delicious. I twisted my legs around his slim hips, unwilling to let him go. "Yes," I whispered, meeting his darkened gaze, his mouth falling open as his brows bunched in pleasure. I would make a tea in the morning to ensure there were no consequences, but I needed this, needed him. He kissed me, his tongue tangling around mine as he came, throbbing inside me as I clutched at him. "My Lady," he whispered against my mouth and I swallowed the words to keep forever inside me.  

For a moment, we just laid there, our eyes meeting, darting away, and meeting again. Osferth dragged himself from the hold of my thighs and walked to the table, grabbing the clay pitcher I'd filled with water earlier in the day. He made his way back to the bed, dribbling some water over a cloth I tossed him and gently cleaning up the mess he'd made of me. After he set the pitcher back down and dropped the ruined rag beside it, he climbed back into bed beside me, dropping a kiss against my shoulder. 

"I'm sorry for this." His voice was quiet as he traced a gentle fingertip over the wound in the shape of his mouth. "It's unlike me."

"I am happy to have a reminder of what we did tonight." 

His blue eyes were soft, unsure, as they met mine. He swallowed, his hand coming to cradle the curve of my jaw. "Forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, Lady, but I don't want just tonight with you."

"Forgive you?" My heart thundered in my chest, so loud I was sure he could hear it. "The whores of Rumcofa will mourn for weeks if I choose to keep you," I teased, grinning up at him.

"I think my involvement with the 'whore's of Rumcofa' has been greatly overstated," he pouted, rolling his eyes. 

"Is that so?"

Osferth nodded, leaning forward to press his lips to mine. "It is."

I sighed. "I suppose you can stay then." He smiled against my mouth and something warm took root in my belly at the feeling. 

He rolled on top of me fully, peppering kisses to my cheeks and neck and chest, settling his weight between my thighs as I laughed. "On my honor, Lady, you won't regret it."

[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 10

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 10

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. Implied Smut. Some Angst. Fluff.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy the FINAL chapter! :) But don’t worry. I have two extra chapters - epilogues as such xoxo

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Dick immediately knew something was wrong the second he stepped into the penthouse apartment. The place stank strongly of whiskey and smoke. It wasn’t often Jason invited him round for poker, just the two of them but Dick didn’t want to refuse his brother. Jason had sounded hollow over the call making him worry. Dick looked across at his brother and frowned, it was clear Jason hadn’t shaved in over a week. The dark fuzz clearly irritated him as he clawed at it during their third game.

“You know”, Dick drawled, unable to hold back any longer, “The last time I checked you weren't being investigated by the GCPD”.

“Shut up and deal”, Jason snapped, downing the last of his drink. The bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. Since the argument he hadn’t slept well. The look on your face haunting him when he told you it didn’t mean anything.

Dick sighed and slid several cards across the table, “So I noticed you didn't bring Y/N to the gala that Bruce hosted last week”.

Jason cast his eyes up quickly, squinting at Dick, “Just say what you're going to say, Grayson. Don't bother with the preamble”.

“Did Y/N finally realise she's too good for you?”.

“Not exactly”, Jason sighed, carding his fingers through his messy hair.

“Why do I feel like what your about to say next is going to be really fucking stupid?”, Dick groaned and slapped his cards face down onto the table, huffing out a puff of air irritably. 

“I did the right thing”, Jason muttered, not quite believing himself. If it was the right thing, why did he feel so lousy? Why did he want to call you every minute of the day and beg for your forgiveness?

Dick rolled his eyes, “You and the rest of us have a very different view on things”.

“We ended things - ok?! - Jesus leave it alone”, Jason spat poisonously, the words replaying in his mind. The unshed tears in the corners of your eyes you wouldn’t let fall in front of him. Not wanting to give him that victory. 

“Why the fuck would you do that? Seriously?”, Dick slammed his palm down on the table harder than he intended, startling Jason for a second.

Jason scoffed, “Not all of us can afford to be sentimental, Grayson”.

“No one is going to think less of you if you just admit you’re scared”, Dick looked at his brother sympathetically. Jason hadn’t always been great with his emotions, often letting them get the better of him.

“I am NOT scared!!”, Jason growled and swept everything off the table in a fit of rage, chest heavy with deep breaths.

Dick looked up at him unphased, having seen these kinds of outbursts before, “Really?”, he laughed softly and leaned down to pick up half of the shattered glass from the floor, “You know what, she is too good for you, maybe I was wrong”.

Jason felt the flare of anger explode through him, the truth scorching his insides, “Stay out of it Grayson”.

Not allowing his volatile temper to bother him, Dick shrugged, “I’m your brother Jason and I’m not going to sugar coat anything for you...the truth hurts…Alfred would tell you the same thing”.

The words stung Jason harder than Dick probably intended. Especially mentioning Alfred. God, Alfred, he’d absolutely adored you. Jason cracked and buried his face in his hands realising he missed you. He missed every little thing about you. And now, now he didn’t have you. Fuck it hurt.

“You've got more money than sense”, Dick patted Jason on the back.

“I’m not really used to this sort of thing”.

Dick had to laugh at that, “I can tell”.

Jason glared embarrassed as Dick tried to hold back the laughter, “I don’t really know what to do…I kind of, well, I fucked it all up”.

“Promise me after this you’ll stop making me the sensible one…I don’t like it, it gives Bruce ideas”, Dick sighed before throwing the broken glass into the nearby bin, “Look…just talk to her, she’s a smart woman, she’s probably hoping you’ll call her”.

“You make it sound so easy!”.

“Look, take it from someone who’s lost some really special people…talk to her, don’t waste anymore of your time, or you’ll regret everything you never said”, Dick’s own face twisted with an unspoken sadness. Jason nodded slowly and dug his hands into his trouser pockets.

Dick sighed, rolling a poker chip between his fingers, “If you leave it any longer she’ll be gone for good. She’ll either find another firm to work for or she’ll leave the city. Plenty of companies would double her wage to have her”, he glanced over at his brother and rolled his shoulders, “Hell Jason, plenty of guys would jump to date her, she’s the full package, even I’m considering asking her on a date”.

“Don’t you dare”, Jason growled before looking sullen again, “And I know…Don’t you think I already fucking know all of this? I’ve been expecting her notice every damn day…”.

He didn’t want to admit that as each day passed and he didn’t receive it, he was thankful.

“So why are you still sitting here like a moron? You know what you have to do…do it, before I go do it for you”.

——

Four weeks had passed since that morning in his apartment. Four long weeks. You’d thrown yourself into your work completely, immersing yourself with more high pressured projects. It kept your mind busy. Whenever your thoughts strayed, they would linger on him. You couldn’t keep torturing yourself by thinking about him. The pain was still raw. Making your way up the steps in your apartment complex, the wine bottles clinked against each other. You must have sounded, and looked, like an alcoholic but your favourite wine had a ‘buy one get one free offer’ and you couldn’t turn that down.

Making your way up the last flight, you pushed through your front door, dropping your bag next to it with a heavy sigh. You could finally drop the fake smile. It was just you. You kicked your heels off and padded through into the kitchen, both bottles of wine in hand. You’d just placed them onto the counter when you heard the raspy cough behind you.

You screamed, spinning round with the corkscrew in your hands. It was the only weapon you had to hand and it seemed like a damn good option against your reasonably polite house intruder who had the decency to alert you to his presence before he tried to kidnap you, or worse.

“It’s just me!”. 

That voice. That fucking, deep drawl. The one you’d pictured strangling numerous times during the long tedious business meetings.

“Jason?!”.

“Hi”.

Was that all he had to say?! You fumed silently, glaring at him.

“I nearly fucking stabbed you!!”, you shouted, dropping the corkscrew onto the counter, “Are you fucking mad?!”.

He shifted uncomfortably in the kitchen doorway before leaning against it, hands burying themselves deep into the front pockets of his sweatpants. He cast his eyes down to your flooring, mumbling something to himself.

“What are you doing here?”, you rested your hand on the granite top, “Actually, more interestingly, how the hell did you get in here?”.

“I still have your spare key…and the doorman remembered me”.

You didn’t know what to say. What do you say to the man who you’d given so much of yourself to, only to have it returned in tiny fragments.

Jason pushed himself off the frame, edging towards you, “I-errr, I know I should have done this sooner”.

Scowling, you turned away from him and grabbed one of the bottles of wine, carrying it across to the cupboard above the sink.

He sighed and followed after you, your silence deafening him, “Can we at least talk Y/N? Please? I know this is a bit late”.

You grabbed an empty glass from the cupboard, “We can...I just don't think I'll like being sober while we do it”.

“What makes you think that?”.

“It’s you!”, you growled irritated, “You just show up at my apartment without a word of warning and expect a fucking welcome party! Not to mention the fact you’re trespassing! I could have you arrested!”.

You popped the cork from the bottle, throwing it into the bin violently before pouring yourself a liberal glass. After the day you’d had and now he was here, you fucking needed it.

“There's also the fact that this has been stewing for over a month Jason...Do you want me to keep going?”.

“Princess-”.

Jason rested his hand on your lower back, the heat of it made you want to sink straight into him but memories flashed from the morning of your argument. You flinched away from him, snapping angrily, “Don't princess me, asshole!”.

He sighed deeply, trying to step back towards you, “I didn’t come here to argue with you, I came to talk to you”.

“Hence why I need the alcohol”, you brushed past him again and grabbed a second glass from the cupboard, “Go on”.

You poured a second helping of wine and passed it to him, “You'll probably need this too”.

Jason took a large gulp before leaning against your kitchen side, his eyes drinking you in, “I’m not good at this kind of shit you know”.

Grabbing the second bottle of wine, you gave him a small smile, “Alcohol makes everything easier, plus, I have two bottles of this to get through”.

He scoffed, “You sound like an alcoholic”.

“One therapy problem at a time”.

The laugh that left his mouth made you chuckle too. His lips quirked. He’d missed your wit.

“I've been thinking-”.

“You and thinking…together? Wow. You must have had a lonely four weeks”.

Jason grunted, “Are you going to let me finish or keep being snarky?”.

You smiled slyly over the rim of your wine glass, “You've never complained before, but go on”.

He ignored your comment, “As I said, I've been thinking about us and-”, he shook his head slightly and took a large swig of his wine, “Fuck me”, he grunted, “I have no idea how people can talk about this stuff”.

“Over email I'm told”.

Jason grinned slightly, “Yeah, I probably should have done that”.

“I would have deleted it”, you smiled innocently, taking another large sip of your wine. You started to feel the little buzz warming your insides.

“Fair point”, he conceded before taking one of your hands in his, squeezing gently, “What I'm saying is, if you let me, I-I want to try again”.

The world stopped spinning. Your breath caught in your throat whilst you processed his words.

“In what way?”, your voice was barely above a whisper, worried this was just a dream. You’d wake up from your wine induced sleep, alone again.

Jason brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it delicately, whispering back, “I mean, just me and you…together. A real team…official”.

You stared at him, a little dumbfounded. You hadn’t expected that. No matter how much you’d wanted to hear it, you didn’t imagine Jason would ever say it. Even in his own, business like fashion.

“Princess?”, his voice seemed unsure when you hadn’t said a thing.

“Sorry”, you murmured, “I just didn’t expect you to say that…”, his face twisted with panic and you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “It’s a pleasant surprise…even if you did make it sound like a business transaction”, you added teasingly with the hint of a smile. He returned it, clasping your hand.

“I need you to be patient with me”, Jason took another mouthful of the wine, “This is…it’s new territory for me Y/N, I need you to understand that”.

“How do I know you won't go back on your word?”, your eyes glossed with a vulnerability Jason had never seen before. He was used to you being so full of fire and fight. There was a sharp sensation spreading across his chest. Realisation hitting him like a gale force storm. He’d really hurt you.

“I’ve- Y/N, I’ve never felt like this about anyone else”.

You set your glass down. The shock was hard to wipe from your face. Jason had finally admitted it. He stared at you, dark eyes brimming. You reached up, your palms resting on his cheeks. The stubble was rough under your skin as your thumb stroked over his cheek.

“Jay…”.

You felt his hand slip behind your neck, closing the distance between you both to brush his lips over yours. You hummed, deepening the kiss, enjoying the way your bodies fit together as he pressed you into the kitchen counter. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting your hands wrap around the back of his neck.

He pulled back from the kiss reluctantly, dotting more kisses over your cheeks, working down to your neck, “Princess…”.

The shivers spread across your skin, the prickle of his stubble felt perfectly familiar. You purred his name, tilting your head backwards before pushing on his chest, “I'll give you a chance..one chance, but if you cut me off or try to push me away like that again, I will burn your club to the ground”.

Jason barked out a laugh, the vibration rumbling deep from his chest, “Drop me off the top of The Iceberg if it makes you happy”. He continued his kisses along your shoulder, nipping gently. Reaching the strap of your top he slipped it down slowly, stroking the skin as it was revealed to him.

“Too messy”, you breathed.

His fingers traced up the front of your blouse, unbuttoning each one agonisingly slow. On instinct you shuddered when his fingers came into contact with your skin. You sighed softly, having missed the way he touched you.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook that easily Mr Todd”.

“Oh I know I’m not”, he kissed you again, smirking subtly, “I know I have a lot of making up to do…if you’ll let me”.

——

You waved at Bernice, a bright smile on your face as you pushed open Jason’s office door. She returned the smile with her own, waving briefly before digging back into the mountain of paperwork beside her. After the first month of your weekly visits and frequent lunch dates, she no longer questioned why it was you were visiting Mr Todd so often.

Jason looked up from his computer and grinned seeing you. He leaned back in his chair, edging away from his desk slightly, “You’re a little earlier than usual. Have you come to give me a birthday treat?”.

You rolled your eyes at him, working your way around his desk before dropping into his lap slowly, “How does it feel to be another day closer to death?”. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, smirking when he huffed.

“You’re so optimistic”, he rolled his eyes sarcastically before nudging his cheek against yours, a silent gesture of intimacy, “Why don’t you try flattering me instead princess?”.

“Your ego is big enough”.

Jason turned his face and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear, “That’s not the only thing big enough”, he growled playfully before nipping earlobe.

“You are terrible”, you laughed softly but your cheeks felt hot at the thought of him. He shuffled slightly, adjusting you to sit more comfortably.

“Are you excited for your birthday dinner party tonight? Alfred’s coming too”.

“I am, thank you for arranging it”, his arms wrapped around your middle pulling you into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder.

You nestled closer, playing with his tie, “Are you looking forward to all the presents you're gonna get?”.

“Like what?”.

Your lips curved upwards innocently and you tugged the fabric gently between your fingers, “Oh you know, golf clubs, Viagra, whiskey, the works”.

Jason slipped his hands down to your thighs and stroked up your stocking clad leg, “As if I need Viagra when I’ve got you”.

You went to say something but Jason cut over you, his hands peeling away from the lace trimming on your hold ups. He pulled open the top drawer of his desk pulling out a slim black box with a crimson bow, “I have a gift for you actually”.

“A present?”, you took the box from him and frowned softly, “But it’s your birthday. I’m supposed to give you something”.

“I think you’ll like this though, open it”, Jason nudged the box in your hands and watched you intently. You noticed the corner of his eye twitching. Why was he so nervous?

“Are you sure?”.

“I’m 90% sure you’ll like it…”, he gave you a small smile trying to mask the panic building behind his eyes, “Maybe 80%…”.

A key to his apartment sat in that box. Something he’d never shared with anyone else in his life. It’d been an obvious choice for him, you barely left his home since you’d made things official. Half your stuff was littered around his place and, well, he liked it. He didn’t want it any other way.

Tugging the red ribbon, you looked into his eyes, “As long as it isn't a cheap purse, we're good”.

Jason scoffed, clearly unamused, “What have I ever bought you that’s cheap?”.

You grinned, “True…Though you tear my underwear off like it's cheap”.

He smirked cheekily before nodding back down to the box, “Just open the present princess”.

You opened the box slowly, a little unnerved with Jason’s own jittery behaviour. When you slipped the lid off, a soft gasp left your lips. There, sat neatly in black tissue paper was a key card to his apartment with your own personalised silver key-ring attached to it; the first letter of your name. Your breath hitched and you felt a burst of warmth rushing through you. It was obvious what this was. It wasn’t just a key to his home. It was an unspoken phrase.

Jason watched as you opened it, swallowing thickly at your silence, “Err, surprise?”. The worry started to curdle deep in his stomach. Maybe he’d read this all wrong. Maybe this was a step too far. The spiralling thoughts stopped when you spoke again, voice laced with joy.

“Are you certain this is what you want?”.

The question was serious but the bright smile on your face told Jason all he needed to know.

His hands stroked along your waist softly, “Of course, you practically live there anyways, you might as well have a key”.

Your fingers traced over the silver initial attached to the key card, a diamond dangled down behind it, “And whose fault is that?”.

“What can I say? I’ve got used to having you in my bed permanently…as well as waking up to you cooking for me”, he smirked, eyes sparkling with implicit love.

“Chauvinistic pig”, you laughed and jabbed his chest.

Jason swiped your hand quickly, pressing a kiss to the back of it smoothly, “Ah, ah, ah! You can’t talk to the birthday boy like that”.

You pressed your lips to his lightly, clutching the key-card tightly in your other hand. When you pulled back, you gave him a genuine smile, “Thank you”.

“Welcome home”, he murmured.

———

Standing in the en-suite bathroom, you swiped the deep rouge lipstick over your lips, puckering them to ensure even coverage. Your black dress hung loose on your frame, still waiting to be zipped at the back. Leaning forward, you eyed your make up closely, checking there weren't any smudges in sight.

Jason let his eyes rake over your body for a long second, before clearing his throat. The cough behind you made your eyes dart in the mirror, catching his gaze.

“You nearly done?”, he leisurely rested against the door frame, his tie hanging loose around his neck. You let your own gaze run over him in his dark grey suit. It did little to hide his large frame and muscles.

“Nearly, can you zip me up please?”, you shimmied your ass at him.

“Keep that up and we won’t get out the door”, he smirked, slapping your ass playfully before zipping your dress up slowly, ensuring his fingers grazed your bare skin.

You felt the dress become tight around your body and you turned around when he finished, slinking your arms around his neck, “Thanks”.

“You look beautiful”, he complimented, hands settling on your lower back, teasing the curve of your ass.

You flushed at his words. He always managed to catch you off guard. You’d been expecting something sexual, maybe a little explicit. But he swayed in with an honest compliment. Your hands found his tie and you tutted under your breath, fixing it up before tightening it.

“My mother always says loose ties signal when men are going to start misbehaving”.

“She isn’t wrong”, he chuckled huskily and let his hands travel south, groping you.

“Well there will be a bunch of other men to keep an eye on tonight, not including you”, you kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled, “I’m going to be exhausted keeping you all in check”.

Jason grinned, “When the others start loosening their ties, that's your cue to leave with the other women”.

“What if you start loosening your tie?”.

He growled quietly, gripping onto your waist, “Then it's our cue”.

You raised your eyebrow, “Our cue?”, you smirked stroking your hands over his chest, the heat pouring from him made you shiver.

He groaned under his breath, enjoying the way your hands travelled his body. He couldn’t get enough of you. The familiar coil started to tighten in his stomach.

Leaning up, you breathed quietly into his ear, purring softly, “And…What if I loosen your tie for you…Sir?”.

The sparks fired up his spine and he edged you back against the bathroom sink, lifting you up easily, “Then princess, you're just asking for it”.

Your fingers found their familiar place, wound through his dark locks sending waves of bliss through him. His kisses worked down your neck, stubble grazing over your weak spot. You tipped your head back against the mirror, whispering airily, “Jason…we’re going to be late…you know Bruce will only complain”. 

“Fuck it”, he grunted, “It’s my birthday”.

——

[mrslevicisbisexual]

I don't love you! 3

Parinigs: yandere!Jeremiah valeska x reader wayne, one shot!zaklina tankosic x reader wayne,

Series: rape/non-con, forced marriage, obsession, forced kiss, jealousy, smut, forced pregnancy, reader wayne is lesbian,

Summary: there are many villains and bullies in gotham, such as jeremiah valeska who gets what he wants and succeeds in it, he likes one girl a lot, and that is bruce's sister y/n wayne, he tried to seduce her but she refused she said that she fell in love with another person, jeremiah felt jealousy for the first time, did the person replace him, he decided to marry her so that I would be his and that forever, will Wayne girl get out of that mess?

part 1 part 2

They drove Bruce and Alfred to the hospital and zaklina is very worried about Bruce and Alfred.

The young woman went to wayne castle to get y/n's diary. She always wrote her secrets in a diary and she knew it wasn't right to read someone else's diary but at least she had the only clue to pass her dear y/n.

Zaklina went to her room and was looking for her girlfriend's diary and she opened the door where the diary was and started reading it.

Dear Daily.

Today I went together with my brother and let's see why he called us jim. "He said it was very important and that he had escaped jerome from prison to kill his brother jeremiah." I honestly didn't know that Jerome had a twin brother. But honestly,

Zaklina was reading the third place it said something interesting what her girlfriend thought.

I liked hanging out with Jerome more than Jeremiah. Jerome looked at me as his sister and I looked at him as a brother. and for Jeremiah, he didn't stop looking at me because he thought I had something with his brother.

When my friend Jerome died the second time and I went to tell Jeremiah that I was sorry for the death of his brother but he didn't care about it, did he say that he tortured him when we were little.

When I got home, my phone rang and it was an unknown number. Weird?

"hello?" i said.

"hey hello i'm Jeremiah valeska" Jeremiah says.

"WHAT! Where did you get my phone number from!" she says very confused and angry.

"oh sorry but I asked your brother to give me your phone number did you go home quickly so I didn't reach you" he says.

What if my brother never gave me his phone number? Is this guy really weird? But I have to be nice to him.

"So why do you call me Jeremiah?" I asked.

"So I want to talk privately at my bunker if that's okay?" Says.

"Yes of course why not" I answer with a fake smile.

"Great" he replies happily.

I installed my phone and quickly went to the bunker to see what Jeremiah wanted from me and why?

I knocked on the door and it opens immediately if they are waiting for me at the door. I saw Jeremiah give me a warm smile.

"Hello Y/n let's go in" He says and took my hand to lead me to the chair.

"So jeremiah what did you call me for ?" I answer.

Jeremiah sat down next to me and he put his hand on mine and it gave me chills to my core "well the reason I called you is very serious and I know it very quickly but I'm in love with you Ever since I saw you first appear on the TV show when Jerome died the first time. I can't forget you and I like you very much!"

How come he stalked me or what? Jerome didn't tell me that he had a twin brother? He loves me, but I didn't love him. I loved girls more than boys.

"Oh look Jeremiah I don't even know you that much but I don't love you do I have someone else so I'm sorry but the answer is no"

I saw his smile fall and turn to anger and start yelling at me.

"WHO IS THAT!" jeremiah shouted and he pushed me into the wall so I couldn't move.

"Hey let me go jeremiah" I start to fight him but nothing helps. I yelled at him.

"But you have to love me and want to. Please give me a chance my darling and you and I appreciate being together for the rest of our lives" he says desperately.

I hit him so hard in the stomach that he fell to the floor when I ran fast before I heard jeremiah "you can't run away from me forever my love. I will always have you no matter what"

I quickly went home because no one was there, Bruce texted me that he was at his girlfriend's house. And Alfred went to his lady.

I went to my room because I didn't notice that someone sat on my bed, it was none other than zaklina. Who smiled sweetly and got off the bed and started kissing me gently and passionately.

"I miss you babygirl" she whispered

"I missed you too, Honey" I say

"I see no one is there so I thought I'd keep you company if you wanted" Says zaklina.

"That would be nice of you zaklina" I say shyly.

"Am I good only for you my angel" she says and pushes me on the bed and then kisses me and I kiss back. My God loves this woman so much.

Zaklina read everything her girlfriend wrote, what happened to her, and she has to find her quickly or it will be too late.

She quickly put the diary where she found it and quickly went to find every bunker she knew of in gotham.

"I will find you soon my love" zaklina said and quickly went to find every bunker in gotham city.

POV Y/N.

I hope my zaklina has a plan to get me out of this mess. I hope Bruce and Alfred are ok, I don't want to lose my only family.

I didn't even notice that the door opened And when I noticed it was jeremiah. I hate him so much, he killed my brother and Alfred.

"Have you finally calmed down dear?" He says as he kneels down to my height.

"Please let me go" I say almost crying.

"I can't let you go. my love, Is there something between you and my brother?" Jeremiah says.

"There is nothing between me and your brother are we like brother and sister" I answer his question.

"if not him then who is?" He replied angrily.

"I'll never tell you" I answer in the same tone of voice.

He slapped her face hard "if you don't tell me then I will find out who it is myself and I promise you that!" He says and he left.

If he finds out about zaklina. he was going to kill her and I couldn't bear to lose another person I love.

"Please take care zaklina" Think to yourself.

[icarusignite]

Hey! I don't know if this is the proper format (still kind of new here) but I'm sending in this prompt for an Alfred × Reader fic. There's this idea for him that was stuck in my head a couple months ago. So…

It's set either S2 or S3 but it fits better in S3 or the break between 2 and 3. Alfred is really ill which isn't unusual for him, but this time he's taking a lot longer for him to heal and he's deteriorating more seriously than he normally would.

People in court start looking around for new healers and remedies. Alfred is also kind of desperate because he doesn't want to die before England is complete or Edward is ready to take over.

Reader, who is a healer, comes to court with the intention of helping Alfred. She's neither Dane nor Saxon, if you're comfortable with it she could be of Asian or African origin/descent (eg Father Benedict in S5). She's either Muslim or Christian, either way she's well read and a bit of a scholar (if you've seen Vikings: Valhalla S2, there's a female character that might ring a bell). She's also able to reassure him, like Iseult, that she's treating him with nature's bounty and nothing sinister.

Because she's a scholar (also maybe a Christian), Alfred is comfortable that she's not practicing witchcraft so this helps him accept her more easily. It also helps them bond and they become really close friends over the course of the months she spends treating him. They have fun banter and he's able to feel like Alfred, the man around her instead of King Alfred. Then he realizes that he has feelings for her.

At this point it could go any way really. Does Aelswith factor into it much or not? Does reader reciprocate his feelings or not? If she does, would she be comfortable giving into them and being a mistress? Is Aelswith even in the picture or is this a slight AU? Do they have a sad, happy or bittersweet ending? Idk

For extra spice, Reader could also be good friends with Uhtred or Finan which makes Alfred a little jealous but also sad because he thinks that she'd probably prefer the charming, handsome, potentially single, strapping man to whatever measly affection he could offer her.

Ideally, it would be fluff or smut but whatever you're comfortable writing is fine! Sorry if this is too long but I wanted to be as clear as possible 😅. I also understand if this is too much for a oneshot and you forego the idea entirely

Alfred the great x POC! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: Heyy, so sorry this took literally eons to finally write. Thank you for your lovely request and also thank u for your patience <3 Hope you enjoy what I've done with your idea, and dw this will have another part where I'll explore their chemistry more. I watched a bunch of Alfred edits to get in the mood and ngl I'm lowkey in love with him now lmfao. 

Disclaimer: there might be some (a lot) historical discrepancies because I didn't line up the dates exactly but I did find out that the Golden Age of Islam overlapped significantly with the dates that the last kingdom spans so the reader is a prominent scholar from Baghdad. Also, Aelswith is dead (I'm sorry T_T) cuz I don't love a cheating trope even when it is sort of historically accurate. So we have single dad Alfred lol. 

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

Entering King Alfred's throne room, your senses were immediately awakened by the unfamiliar sights, sounds, and scents of Wessex. The room itself was a stark contrast to the opulent palaces and grand courts of Baghdad that you were accustomed to. The room was spacious, yet its decoration was surprisingly humble and simple, adorned with rough-hewn wooden beams and modest tapestries that depicted various scenes of English myths and prominent events. With a flash of triumph, you found that you recognized some of them from your studies of the English culture. A faint scent of burning wood from the hearth permeated the air with an earthy aroma.

You observed the nobles in attendance, or the ealdormen as they were called here, their attire markedly different from the splendid silks and jewels of Baghdad's court. Here, the people wore simpler garments made of sturdy wool and linen, in the dark colours of the earth as opposed to the the vibrant clothing the people of your home favoured.

Your gaze then turned to the throne itself. It was a robust wooden chair, its design austere yet imposing, lacking the grandeur of the magnificent thrones you had imagined English kings liked to occupy. King Alfred's regal figure atop the throne created a dignified presence. His clothing, matched the style of his ealdormen, long simple robes of a dull grey. The seat next to him was empty and you briefly wondered about his family. The chronicles you had read stated that a king's wife usually took her place beside him when he held court, but you did not know much of Alfred's wife.

Your fingers itched for your writing instruments, yearning to document all your observations and the happenings of the court. You seldom went anywhere without them, but now they remained tucked away in your satchel as you waited for the king to acknowledge your presence. You knew he had seen you enter, his eyes briefly meeting yours, even as he conversed with his ealdormen. Eventually, your thoughts began to wander and you couldn't help but reflect on the stark contrast between the scorching heat of Baghdad and the chilly bite of autumn in Wessex. your flowing linen tunic and trousers, so comfortable in the sweltering desert of your homeland, felt inadequate against the cold English air that seeped through the cracks in the stone walls.

You discreetly rubbed your tingling fingertips together, trying to generate some warmth, as the fire blazing at the hearth did little to banish the chill that had settled in your bones. Your longing for the warmth of the caliphate's sun was keenly felt in this unfamiliar and frigid environment.

Impatience welled up within you as you glanced around the chamber, noting the courtiers' stoic expressions and hushed conversations. The king's deliberations seemed to stretch on endlessly, and you found yourself yearning for the moment when you could finally present your credentials and seek the audience you had travelled so far to obtain.

King Alfred's voice finally called out your name, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"Esteemed lady, I welcome you to the court of Wessex."

The ealdormen, accustomed to the formalities of their court, were taken aback when you did not bow or curtsy as was expected. Instead, you offered a polite smile and tipped your head in a gesture of respect.

A murmur of surprise and disapproval rippled through the assembled courtiers. Some whispered that your behaviour was disrespectful, a breach of protocol. They exchanged curious glances, wondering how their king would react to this departure from tradition.

However, King Alfred took no offence. With a gracious nod, he signalled for you to speak.

"Thank you, your grace. It is an honour to be here."

Your accent was soft, lending your words a foreign intonation, and each syllable was carefully enunciated. You had spent months learning the language, and you weren't about to embarrass yourself now by messing up your pronunciation.

"I extend my deepest gratitude to you for undertaking such a long and arduous journey at my request. I hope the discomfort of the voyage did not prove too taxing."

"Your Majesty," you replied, "it was a journey of great honour for me, and I hope to make myself useful here."

King Alfred nodded appreciatively and then turned to a servant standing nearby.

"Please, ensure that the lady is provided with comfortable quarters and all the amenities she may require during your stay in Wessex."

The servant bowed in acknowledgment and stepped forward to escort you to your residence within the royal palace. You thanked the king once more for his hospitality and assistance before following the servant out of the chamber.

As you left the throne room, your observant nature couldn't help but take note of King Alfred's condition. Despite his attempt to appear at ease in his chair, you had perceived the subtle signs of discomfort. His favouring of his left side, indicating pain or injury to his right, and the unusually pallid complexion for an Englishman raised concerns in your scholarly mind. That was your purpose, after all, to try to diagnose and hopefully cure the ailing monarch.

Just when you were gone, the noblemen of King Alfred's court wasted no time in flocking around him, their curiosity piqued by the arrival of the enigmatic woman. They bombarded the king with questions and voiced their concerns about the unfamiliar customs you had displayed.

One nobleman, his voice dripping with skepticism, remarked, "Your Majesty, did you see that? She didn't bow or curtsy as she should have! It's as if she has no respect for you."

Another, eyeing your unusual attire and complexion, chimed in, "And her clothing, Your Grace! It's unlike anything I've ever seen in Wessex. She's clearly not from anywhere near England. What could she possibly want here?"

The murmurs of disapproval and suspicion spread among the courtiers, as they exchanged perplexed glances. To them, your arrival was an anomaly, and your behaviour had raised eyebrows and questions.

King Alfred, his countenance calm and measured, raised a hand to quell the growing unease.

"I understand your concerns, but there is nothing to worry about" he began, addressing their concerns. "The lady you have just met is a prominent figure from Baghdad. She has travelled from a distant land to be here and she is not here to defy our traditions or customs. She is a scholar seeking to further her studies in Wessex. Her journey to our land is a great honour, as it reflects the recognition of the importance of our own intellectual pursuits."

His tone left no room for further skepticism. He also did not mention the other reason you were there, as he did not wish to reveal the truth of his declining health. As the nobles filtered out of the room, somewhat still unsatisfied by his answer, Alfred couldn't help but remain still, his mind going over the recent developments. When he had first written to the Abbasid Caliphate to request that he be allowed to host a medical scholar at his court, he had to admit he was not expecting a woman, and certainly not one so beautiful.

The next day, Alfred summoned you to his private chambers for a consultation regarding his health. As you entered the room, he couldn't help but notice the change in your attire. Gone was the flowing linen tunic and trousers, replaced by a sturdier, more practical woollen English dress. The deep blue gauzy veil, however, was still draped around your head and flowed down your back.

The English clothing seemed to complement you, accentuating your elegance in a way that was both unexpected and captivating. The king, not for the first time, found himself admiring you, though he kept such thoughts to himself, mindful of the formal context of your meeting.

You, ever the professional scholar, maintained a polite and formal distance as you began your examination of the king. You inquired about his symptoms, listening attentively to his description of the pain and discomfort he had been experiencing. Your deep knowledge and keen medical insight were evident as you asked probing questions and conducted a thorough assessment.

After a careful evaluation, you began to discuss your observations and your initial diagnosis with the king. You explained your thoughts on the potential causes of his discomfort and suggested a course of treatment. King Alfred was grateful for your expertise, and couldn't help but be struck by your intellect. He had a thirst for knowledge himself and he appreciated the quality in others when he saw it. In you he recognized a passion for learning and documentation, one he held himself as well. After the medical examination, he extended an invitation to you to remain in his chambers and share a cup of tea. Initially hesitant, you eventually agreed, recognizing the value of the opportunity to engage in conversation with the English monarch.

Seated in the warmth of the chamber, Alfred began to share with you the rich history of England, its struggles, its triumphs, and its cultural tapestry. He spoke of the challenges of the Anglo-Saxon period, the battles against the Danes, and the enduring spirit of the English people. As he narrated the history of his land, Alfred couldn't help but notice how your eyes lit up with a deep fascination, even though you attempted to contain your enthusiasm. Your questions flowed naturally as you probed deeper into the history and culture of Wessex. You asked about the Anglo-Saxon kings, the legends and folklore, and the development of the English language.

You kept diligent notes in your little notebook, your hand swiftly capturing every detail of the conversation. Your keen intellect and insatiable thirst for knowledge were evident, and your genuine interest in Alfred's words warmed his heart. It had been quite a while since anyone had paid such rapt attention to what he was saying, and he found himself rejuvenated by your exchange.

As a lull settled over your conversation, Alfred's curiosity got the better of him. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned forward and said, "My lady, I must admit, I'm quite curious about the contents of that notebook of yours. What sort of information have you been documenting to take back to your homeland?"

You smiled, your demeanour more relaxed than when you had first come in, "Your Majesty, you need not worry. I promise you, I haven't written that the English are fire-breathing trolls."

Alfred felt a grin tug at his lips, but he suppressed the urge, keeping his hands folded placidly over his stomach.

"Well, you know, if we English could breathe fire, we might have an easier time dealing with our enemies!"

"There is a trick that performers back home use, to give the illusion of breathing fire. The science behind it is quite fascinating. Perhaps I shall explain it to you sometime."

"Ah yes my lady, you have filled your book with our tales, but have yet to share yours. Do you have any secrets from the East that you'd like to share with us humble English folk?"

You couldn't help but smirk at his words, "I'm afraid some secrets are best left in the lands where they belong, your grace. We wouldn't want you to start brewing Persian tea incorrectly, now would we?"

"I doubt it can compete with our tried and trusted English tea."

"You only think that way because you haven't tried Persian tea yet. Trust me, once you have, there's no going back."

"I suppose you make a fair point! Although, I must admit, the thought of trying to decipher the intricacies of Arabic calligraphy is rather tempting."

You paused, your light-hearted nature urging you to make another joke but you strictly reminded yourself that you were in the presence of a king. It would do you no good to offend him with an ill-timed statement. You were already apprehensive about your earlier comment about the Persian tea, although you were grateful that he chose not to see it as a slight. As if sensing your hesitation, Alfred sat up in bed and leaned forward.

"You are free to speak my lady, do not hold yourself back on my account," he reassured with a wave of his hand.

Still, you settled for a polite smile, "I was just going to remark on the difficulty of calligraphy but I am certain that if anyone would be able to master it, it'd be you, Your Majesty."

A small furrow appeared between Alfred's brows as if that wasn't the answer he expected from you. He could see you pulling away, going back to your polite, almost cold professionalism. Eventually, he nodded thoughtfully at you.

"I would be ever so grateful if you could perhaps show me the technique someday, my lady."

You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a small smile.

"Now, about that notebook, if you would allow me to take a look?"

"Ah yes, of course," you handed over the small leatherbound journal to him quickly without further complaints. "But I must warn you, my handwriting isn't at its most legible."

Alfred accepted the notebook with a nod of appreciation. As he leafed through its pages, his eyes quickly fell upon your meticulously written notes. Your thoughts were inscribed in your native language and although he did not understand the words, your elegant looping script impressed him.

He raised an eyebrow and turned toward you expectantly, pointing toward a specific passage, "And what does this say right here?"

"It is a description of the English weather, your grace."

Alfred leaned closer, his finger tracing the inked lines on the page.

"Ah yes, English weather. It was raining when you first arrived, wasn't it? What do you think of our English rain then, my lady? I've heard it has a certain charm."

"Well, I believe your rain can be quite persuasive. It insists that one should stay indoors and read a good book."

Alfred's lips twitched again, fighting back a smile. It seemed that the new scholar shared his interests as well.

"A wise perspective, indeed. Perhaps our English rain is simply encouraging a literary lifestyle."

"Yes, your grace."

"My lady" he continued, a note of genuine admiration in his voice, "I must tell you, your handwriting is truly exquisite. Tell me, just how many languages have you learned."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his compliment. There was something sincere in his eyes as he waited for your answer, looking at you like your accomplishments were the greatest thing in the world. You opened your mouth to respond but then a loud knock sounded on the door and a priest entered.

"Yes, Father Beocca," Alfred seemed irritated at the interruption.

Father Beocca's eyes glanced from you to the king, and despite the fact that you were sitting in a chair quite some distance away from him, you felt a strange flash of awkward embarrassment run through you.

"My king, Uhtred is here to see you," the priest finally stated.

Alfred sighed and turned toward you with an apologetic smile, "Shall we continue our conversation another time then, my lady? It seems that I am needed elsewhere."

"Yes, of course, your grace."

You quickly took your leave then, choosing to take one of your books and go read in the garden. You had just settled yourself into a comfortable nook when loud boisterous laughter caught your attention. Turning your gaze towards the source of the commotion, you spotted three men, two of whom were dressed in the attire of warriors. Their boisterous behaviour was evident as they playfully teased and shoved the third man, who was clad in robes that resembled those of Father Beocca. However, a leather breastplate adorned his monk's attire, hinting at a surprising duality of roles – priest and fighter.

The two warriors were engaged in a lively exchange with the monk, their laughter echoing through the garden. You couldn't help but smile as you watched the scene unfold. Their camaraderie and jesting reminded you of the Caliph's sons back home, when your father would take you to visit the palace.

One of the warriors, a bearded man with broad shoulders and a hearty laugh, clapped the monk on the back.

"Come now, Osferth," he said between chuckles, "surely your devotion to the Lord could use a bit of levity now and then."

The monk, Osferth, grinned in response, "Aye Finan, it is said that laughter is the best medicine, is it not?"

The other warrior, a lean and quick-witted fellow, joined in with a jest, "Well, if that's the case, Osferth, then Finan here will live to be a hundred and you shall die tomorrow!"

Osferth elbowed the tall man in the ribs, "Not before I knock some sense into you Sihtric."

Their jovial banter and good-natured teasing continued, creating a lively atmosphere in the serene garden. You couldn't help but be amused by their antics and the familiarity of their interactions, watching them for quite some time.

The trio of men eventually noticed your presence, and with their laughter dying down, they made their way over to you. As they approached, their expressions revealed a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

The broad-shouldered warrior, Finan, whose eyes twinkled with mischief, was the first to speak. "Well, what have we here?" he said with a grin. "A traveller from foreign shores, I presume?"

"Yes, I am from Baghdad, my lord."

The warrior, clearly taken with you, couldn't resist a flirtatious remark.

"Lady, I must say, you are a wondrous addition to our English garden."

You snorted at his attempt at flirtation.

Meanwhile, the monk with the leather breastplate maintained a more respectful demeanour.

"Greetings, lady, I am Osferth," he said with a nod. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I ask what brings you to our humble Wessex?"

You found the monk's polite curiosity quite refreshing.

"Greetings to you too, Osferth. I've come to further my studies here. Wessex has much to offer in terms of knowledge and history, and I hope to make the most of it."

"Well, my lady, if ever you wish to explore our English shores, I'd be delighted to be your guide," it was Finan who spoke again and you could not help but laugh at his words.

"Thank you, kind sir. Your offer is most gracious."

“Call me Finan, my lady.”

Your change continued as they asked more about you and your hometown and you asked about theirs. You found out that they were a band of warriors who followed some fellow named Uhtred, the very same Uhtred who was currently speaking to King Alfred. As the conversation flowed, you discovered that you enjoyed speaking with these men. Their witty banter and friendly demeanour made you feel at ease, despite the foreignness of your surroundings. You shared stories of your travels, your scholarly pursuits, and the cultural nuances of your homeland. The men, in turn, regaled you with tales of their own adventures.

As you continued to engage in playful banter with the warriors, you remained oblivious to the presence of King Alfred and Uhtred, who had ventured outside and were observing the lively exchange.

Eventually, with a confident stride, Uhtred made his way toward your group to make his introduction and Father Beocca approached the king with his concerns.

"Your Majesty," he began cautiously, "I must admit, I have reservations about entrusting your treatment to a foreigner, especially one from so distant a land. We must be cautious of witchcraft and unfamiliar practices."

King Alfred turned to Father Beocca, his expression thoughtful but resolute, "Father Beocca, I understand your concerns, but the lady is no ordinary foreigner. She hails from Baghdad, a city known for its innovative medical advancements and a center of learning in the Islamic world. She comes as one of their finest scholars, sent by the Caliph himself."

"I see, your grace."

"I have read extensively about the great Islamic civilization, and its contributions to science, medicine, and philosophy. I believe we have much to learn from her, not only about medicine but also about fostering understanding and collaboration between our cultures. They have succeeded in uniting several lands under one caliphate, so perhaps we might learn how we may unite England as well."

Father Beocca, though still cautious, nodded in understanding, "Your Majesty, I trust your judgment. It is my fervent hope that the lady's presence here will indeed lead to beneficial knowledge and that she will uphold the values of wisdom and compassion."

"Thank you, Father Beocca. Let us have faith in this unique opportunity for cultural exchange and enlightenment. Her presence is a bridge between worlds, and I believe it is a path toward a brighter future for Wessex."

Over the course of the next few months, you became familiar with the routines of the Wessex palace. King Alfred allowed you to shadow him throughout his day, believing that you could provide valuable insights into his own activities. It was a decision that would lead to a profound connection between the two of you.

Every day, you diligently prepared poultices and medications for the king’s ailments, and often you’d recite the recipe to him and explain the purpose of each herb and plant that went into it. He found that he trusted you completely but he was still comforted by your transparency and the efforts you took to explain things to him. Sometimes he would insist on accompanying you on walks and you would point out the various native English plants and their counterparts back home. You also documented the king's activities and observations in your notebook. At times, he would request to see your notebook, often just to admire the beauty of your script. He marvelled at the graceful lines of your writing, and the intricate calligraphy that adorned the pages.

Your interactions went beyond the formalities of your initial meeting. King Alfred, always eager to learn, would occasionally ask you to translate certain passages from your native language and over time, your bond grew stronger. King Alfred began to look forward to each day, eager to see your bright and colourful veil, a striking contrast to your plain English gowns. He would wonder which hue you would choose, and it became a delightful anticipation in his daily routine.

Your conversations transcended the realm of duty and scholarly pursuits. The two of you shared your favourite books, discussing the nuances of various works and debating the merits of different translations. Your insights challenged Alfred's own understanding, and he cherished these moments of intellectual stimulation.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, Alfred realized that you had become an important fixture in his life. your presence was a source of inspiration, a reminder of the power of knowledge, and a testament to the potential for understanding and collaboration between different cultures.

He found himself thinking of you when he was apart from you, reminiscing about how your eyes would dance with mirth as you argued with him about the inaccuracies of translated works, or how your laughter would fill the palace corridors. You had not only enriched his pursuit of knowledge but had also touched his heart, becoming a cherished friend and confidante in the process.

Alfred could still vividly recall the way you had looked at him with genuine wonder and appreciation when he had shown you his humble library. He knew that compared to the great libraries of Alexandria and Baghdad, his collection was modest, but you had delighted in it all the same. Your eyes, filled with curiosity and admiration, had swept over the numerous scrolls and manuscripts, taking in the wealth of knowledge contained within those walls.

In that moment, as you softly murmured your thanks, Alfred felt his breath catch. He was struck not only by the beauty of your physical presence but also by the grace with which you carried yourself and the genuine enthusiasm you displayed for learning. Your voice had a melodic quality that lingered in his memory. It was a voice that seemed to breathe life into the ancient texts that surrounded you and the king found himself quite enamoured with you. The two of you spent many a late night pouring over scrolls together, and although he always kept a respectful distance, Alfred found himself wanting to brush away the stray strands of hair that fell across your forehead, having escaped the tightly bound coil you usually kept your hair in.

Tonight was one such night as the dim light of the candle burned low, and after a lively discussion on herbal medicine, you had fallen asleep on one of the ancient manuscripts. Alfred, his mind still buzzing with the echoes of your conversation, fought against the pull of sleep. Instead, he watched you slumber, his heart filled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness.

In the soft candlelight of the library, you appeared even more enchanting. Your thick eyelashes brushed against your cheeks as you slept peacefully, your features serene. Your form rose and fell with each gentle breath, a rhythmic reminder of the tranquil cadence of sleep. Alfred couldn't help but be captivated by your beauty in this unburdened state. The play of shadows and light highlighted the delicate contours of your face, and the soft glow of the manuscripts around you lent an almost ethereal quality to the scene. You looked like a vision from a dream.

As he watched your slumber, a sudden, unexpected urge welled up within him. He was struck by the temptation to lean in and kiss you, but he quickly banished the traitorous thought. What an absurd thing for a king to do, to force his affections on a guest in his home. Especially when he had no way of knowing if you returned his feelings. He would have to content himself with the simple act of watching you sleep, his heart filled with a deep and unspoken longing.

He also found himself wondering if you were betrothed, for you couldn’t possibly be married and still be here. What man would not accompany you or let you out of his sight if you were his wife? Although you had discussed many things, you did not stray close to personal topics such as family. You were only a few years younger than him and surely you had to have someone in your life. And even if you didn’t, what could you possibly want with an ailing man like him when a woman as accomplished as you could have anyone in the world?

Such melancholy things plagued him as he eventually drifted asleep on the table across from you, his final thoughts fixating on what it might feel like to have your lips against his. 

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Table of Contents

Historical Countryhumans Books

Secrecy and Deception: The Cold War. Over 50 years of battles fought between two ideologies, sponsored by the two most powerful countries in the world. On one side, the United States of America and capitalism. On the other side, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. And in this standoff of nations, war is not an option. But still, only one can remain. (Countryhumans Cold War)

The Consequence of Loyalty: When Kentucky was sent to the Philippines to prepare for a possible Japanese invasion, he did not expect to enjoy it. However, as he got closer to the Phillippines and when he was eventually ordered to flee, Kentucky was forced to decide between following orders and staying behind to defend the Phillippines for as long as possible. (Countryhumans World War 2 in the Philippines)

The Occupation [On Hiatus, will be uploaded when Hiatus ends]

The Shot Heard Around the World: Thirteen Colonies loved his Father, but after the Seven Year's War, he wasn't sure if his father felt the same way. His Father just needed to listen to him. If he didn't, well, Thirteen and his Father weren't going to be on the same page. Or be a part of the same empire. Because Thirteen could only take so much before he would take drastic action himself. (Countryhumans American Revolution)

A Civil Disagreement: North v South. Free State v Slave State. States Governments v Federal Government. For being a country holding the name of United, America was anything but united. The states still stuck together though. That is until December 20, 1860. The bloodiest fight the Union has ever had is about to begin. (Countryhumans American Civil War)

Dominion of New England: In 1686, Britain decided it was time to unite some of the colonies in New England into a dominion under his control. This is the story of that dominion, the Dominion of New England. (Countryhumans History of the Dominion of New England)

Forget Them Not: The Great Countryhumans Archive: In a world where countries are personified, an organization called the Myosotis Project has dedicated itself to recording the stories and histories of these countryhumans. (AKA an archive of fake newspapers and such that canonically exists inside my countryhumans universe. Just a little fun project to explore different angles of things)

Regular Countryhumans Books

Secret States [Under Editing, Will Be Uploaded when Done]

Wrong Reflection: For about 400 years, Alfred F Jones believed he was the only personification of the United States of America. That is, until his counterpart from another dimension appeared in New York City—cue chaos. (Or my kind of crack Countryhumans x Hetalia fanfic)

Countryhumans Oneshots

Historical Oneshots

Other Oneshots

British Michigan AU Collection

Countryhumans Hispanic Heritage Month 2024

Ninjago Books and Oneshots