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F**k your fav pt.9 - Bondage

Smut: Bondage, sex toys, overstimulation

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Your boyfriend's fingers rubbed your temple as you lay on his thigh with your eyes closed. Whether you want to sleep or not, it is still a comfortable pillow that you do not despise. You love those warm, completely soft thigh muscles he has.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked while reading a mysterious 'book' on his phone.

"Yeah." you purred with a smile, snuggling closer to him, showing that you were very comfortable and.

You could forget about when your days are to complete the items on the list. But he will never forget.

That's why he has to change something. Or add something. And you don't even know what it is, so that adds a bit of fun to it. You never expect what he will come up with. He might as well put something weird in there and you would only find out it was on the list when he started fucking you in the most unrelenting way...

This is your biggest mistake. You don't take his phone and check that list.

But well, the fact that you are unaware of what he wants to do with you now is his game.

He smirked at your calm, unsuspecting face.

You lay so politely on his thigh, feeling his fingers.

Oh yes, it was the calm before the storm.

He preferred you to relax now. Before what is about to happen.

This is going to be wild. Because even if he likes something like that, you've never tried many things like that.

Bondage... How beautiful it sounded now.

He was thinking about typical BDSM. However, he didn't want things like waxes and other painful things. He didn't want to see you hurt. This was supposed to be fun for you.

And by the way, is this still a test to see what exactly he likes? Or is this just his game?

He likes oral, anal. He likes to fuck your pussy. He likes to tie your hands sometimes. Well, he likes to dominate you.

If you ever agreed to anything more than your wrists tied, he would run for it.

But well, by agreeing to these tests, you agreed to help him. And with all this, you gave your consent to do whatever he wanted.

He ignored his biggest demon in his dick that told him to do unspeakable things to you.

There is no sex in his domain and there is no sex that will only hurt you. These are the rules.

Overstimulation, cum play, choking, dom/sub, bondage. That's all. All the things like pain for you and fun for him are out of the question.

And as he now looked at your body dressed in light clothes, he knew he hadn't made a mistake putting Bondage on the list.

You will look so beautiful naked, with your nipples erect as he takes care of you, your pussy dripping and the red ropes all over your body.

You will look beautiful and defenseless while he plays with your body with his cock.

And this 'book' on his phone is nothing other than bondage positions during this type of sex.

The best way for you to tie yourself up would be to have your legs close to your chest.

This will enable him to have the deep penetration you love so much.

And how does he know this?

Because when he bends you in half to fuck you deep, your eyes start to roll back in his head and water. And you moan louder and squeeze what you're holding onto tighter.

He read that most women hate it when something touches the cervix during sex. Because it's a strange feeling and discomfort, and even sometimes pain.

But he could only giggle through it. Because you had no choice but to get used to it.

There's no way you can avoid this with his cock.

He specifically measured the length and thickness of his cock. Just to show you his results. (Over 10 inches. More than 25cm I guess?)

(He couldn't measure everything precisely because the only ruler he had at home was a 20 cm ruler. The ruler was too short and the dick was too long)

And unfortunately these results are death to your pussy that has to endure this greatness.

And I wonder how your pussy will cope with taking him constantly spread to the deepest part.

When you tried to open your eyes, all you saw was black. Is that why you felt something in your eyes?

Did he just... Did he blindfold you?!

"Let me please..." he stopped and suddenly jumped out from under your head, making you no longer have a pillow under your head.

You don't know why you have such a (perverted) strong boyfriend when he ripped your clothes off in one move, tearing them into shreds and scattering them all around. Showing the wildness of his mind now.

What would he like to see today... Everything you can offer him!

You felt cold air on your body and he disappeared somewhere.

You heard the closet opening.

And when you went to take off the blindfold, you felt him quickly grab your hands and pull them above your head.

"Be a good girl and let me get you into position." You felt him kneel between your legs, draping your knees over his shoulders.

"Satoru –."

"Bondage. Baby. I have to tie you up. I want to tie you up." You heard him chuckle under his breath as he said those words. A quite soft rope wrapped around your wrists. They tied it like that for a while and suddenly he smiled when he saw the carefully tied knot which he had learned to make thanks to videos on the Internet. Special knot. "Don't be scared." he said, rubbing your thigh to get you to relax a little.

Only then did he use the rope that was tied to your wrists to pull your arms forward, wrapping them around your knees and bending you the way you were supposed to be.

"Don't be so tense. It will hurt to hold it in one place if it is tied too tight. So stop being so tense. Relax your body."

You didn't feel completely reassured, but you managed to heed his request.

On your lap he created the same knot as on your wrists, but you could have your thighs open.

(Correction: you had to have your thighs flared because you had no choice.)

He tied your wrists to the rope that was taut between your knees, making your body a crooked cradle.

"I almost forgot."

His hands reached somewhere else.

You heard the bottle open and then click as it closed.

And he spat on your open pussy, and smeared his saliva and something else cold on you.

It wasn't his finger. It had a rounded and quite wide tip....

Whether it is...

"Don't be tense." he repeated again and began to push the purple and pink toy into you with a large drop of lube on the tip.

Writhing at the sudden intrusion, you let out a few gasps.

When the base reached the end, the round, protruding part pressed against your clit.

"Here you are. Honey, you love this butterfly, don't you? This has always been my favorite and yours. "And now I need you to be wet and ready for me before I finish tying you up."

Wait, a butterfly?

That's what he said about that hellish vibrator with...

You let out a surprised moan when another, quite twisted tip of the toy found its way to your ass, pushing the wet ball inside.

This is the hellish vibrator that made your legs shake all damn day! NO! You don't want that now either!

(When he's not home, yes, you can use it. But when he uses it on you, it's different! He's using all the options on this shitty toy!)

"T-Toru!" You moaned to show him that you didn't want that thing inside him right now.

But he had already turned on the vibration, and you felt how it was destroying your unprepared nerves...

"Sorry, baby~. This was supposed to be BDSM~. But I chose the easier version for you ~. But that doesn't change the fact that you'll be like a good girl and take what I give you, right?" His humming voice echoed in your ears as he continued to bind your thighs and arms.

Sometimes he moved his hands under your body, near your ass. Laughing at the wetness that began to drip from the toy.

And you couldn't make any strong sounds. Because there was a little red ball on a strip in your mouth.

"And~..." He paused and then you felt his fingers grab the blindfold on your face. "Tadah!"

With your eyes watering from the stimulation you were feeling, you could see the red ropes connecting all over your body, especially showing off your tits.

"Don't you think it looks beautiful? And it took me so little time! You haven't even come yet!" He laughed.

He started to take off his clothes, but the first thing he did was release his rock hard cock, which looked like it was releasing drops of precum right onto your clit when he saw you, as he stood so close to you.

His red tip seemed to salivate at the sight of you and the knowledge that it was about to find its way into your hot, tight pussy.

As your body was bent, you could see the handle of the toy that was working inside you sticking out of your pussy. And the strong vibrations made wet sounds as they worked on your insides.

"Are you focusing more on the toy than on me?"

You saw and felt his fingers lightly pressing the toy as a punishment for you.

Yep, he was already naked. He searched for your eyes. And you looked more at the toy that made wet drops fall from you.

"I think I have enough punishment for you." He hummed and positioned himself next to you, squeezing a drop of precum onto your clit again.

His thighs pressed against you as he prepared to attack.

And at a breakneck pace, he replaced the toy in your pussy with his cock, moaning loudly in relief.

When you received different stimulation than before, you felt like the stronger and deeper stretching gave you something new.

And his small push forward caused the coil in your stomach to burst and your thighs to tremble as your eyes closed.

When he realized what had just happened, he smiled demonically.

"Keheh! Are you really cumming now?! I should feel honored that you cum just on my cock!”

As he pushed inside through your orgasm, he had no intention of waiting for your body to calm down. By agreeing to something like that, you were agreeing to excessive stimulation and really rough sex.

Your muffled moans were perfect to end the day.

Your trembling thighs rested against his chest as he moved his hips at a fast pace, feeling your pussy just suck him in. As if you wished he would never leave you.

The heavy sound of his ass slapping against your wet buttocks filled the room along with your muffled screams and moans.

Is there anything more beautiful than seeing and listening to you? No, there isn't. He sees in this image the most beautiful thing in the world.

Too hypnotized by the sight of your bouncing tits and the sight of your wet, fucked-out face, he didn't even pay attention to the small movement that was forming under your belly button as he pushed his cock so deep to you.

His movements never seemed to slow down.

He loved this sight and this feeling.

And the fact that you were lying defenseless and tied up underneath him only fueled the fire inside him that told him to fuck you until he exploded.

But at this moment, rather than cumming inside you, he preferred to cover your body in his cum and watch you lie there marked as his. With a fucked up brain as you shiver from the wild ride he gave you.

Maybe you'll want to do it again sometime?

Because he would love to see you lying there tied up while two cocks fuck you.

Maybe Suguru would agree to something like that?

Besides, this was probably the first time he started wondering why you blushed when you heard about him. Of course you like him. Also, why did Suguru agree so quickly?

Could it be that you both like each other?!

He was a little jealous, so his pace became a little more intense. But he also thought that his fantasy of seeing you kneeling in front of two big cocks could actually come true!

He may not have sounded normal when he proposed to his girlfriend that she had a threesome with another guy, but Suguru isn't exactly a normal guy.

He is also someone important to you!

His imagination, and the hellish yet angelic grip of your pussy, sent him over the edge.

He placed his cock on your stomach and squeezed your thighs together, fucking the softness of your skin.

For thick drops of cum to shoot out, covering your belly before he even decided to pour over the rest of your body. Thighs, and of course pussy.

He reached down, pulling the soft gag from your mouth. Letting you breathe deeply.

At this time, he pushed into you to warm his length for a while.

And he decided to say some very brave words.

"Maybe I like bondage and fun like that. If that's too much for you, prepare to be shocked, mochi." he chuckled, watching his cum drip down your stomach and crotch. "From what I know, Suguru sometimes likes to clearly show who is dominant and who is submissive. I can't wait to see this~.

Only to feel your pussy tighten slightly.

A/n: The relationship between Gojo, the reader, and Geto is a little different than it may seem. Gojo decided to invite him not only because he had fantasies about a threesome. As he was thinking about the question at work, he remembered an interesting incident from their future when they were still at school.

#jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo #gojo smut #f**k your fav

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years ago

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this is us ~ jjk | drabble

jungkook sees the photos you took with hyunie.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad ✨ a/n 2 : thank you to the one and only @cherrysoulth for helping me write the smut scene ;) ily

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 7 ~ party of three

drabble ~ the reveal | wc: 4.0k warnings: jungkook is hopelessly in love with reader and lets her know, language, kissing, touching, groping, unprotected sex, blindfolding kink, dirty talk, light light cockwarming, reader tries to be dom but ultimately fails, sub jk for like a split second, they play a game during sex, masturbation (f), 69, oral (m,f), jungkook begs (a little), light choking, jungkook is a brat

A week passed when Hyunie texted, letting you know she left your "present" for Jungkook outside your door. There were two packages outside your door when you arrived at your apartment. One packaged in black wrapping paper with a white bow, you assumed which was for Jungkook, and when you picked up the other package, it was addressed to you.

The note read:

- Because you need a photo album for yourself too ;)

xo, Hyunie Bunnie

You shook your head at the note, setting Jungkook's package on the counter. Curious about how the photos turned out, you'd only seen what Hyunie showed you at the hotel but to see your pictures in the flesh...

Well...shit.

Were there times when you scrolled through Pinterest wanting to look like the women in the photos? Well, here you were, looking like one of them. Hyunie had some magic touch with the camera. You were in awe of how she captured a side of you that you didn't know existed. Hyunie hyping you up the entire time also helped boost your confidence level.

"Babe, you're sexy and hot. Just think about the look on Jungkook's face when he sees these. Let that be your motivation," Hyunie encouraged.

Flipping through the rest of the album, her continual pep talk throughout the photoshoot was evident; you could see the shift in your attitude and body language. Honestly, you didn't know who that person was in the photos before you.

The time was nearly eight o'clock when Jungkook came home from work and the gym, announcing his arrival with the usual, "Honey, I'm home." You found it amusing every time either one of you said that. It was getting to that point in your relationship - the comfortable stage.

"I got you a little something," you immediately blurted out once you saw him turn the corner from the hallway. And he looked fucking sexy, sweat still glistening on his neck, pieces of his curls glued to his temple. Why would he leave the gym without showering? Also, his stupid linen pants weren't helping because they left nothing to one's imagination - even soft, Jungkook's dick was...ample. You wondered how many women gawked at him as he left - but regardless, it was you he was coming home to, not them.

"Ouu," Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows in delight, his body doing a little dance, swaying from left to right. "What's the special occasion? I didn't miss an anniversary or something, did I?" He asked, setting his backpack down next to the couch, then he walked over, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. He pulled away, gazing lovingly into your eyes, whispering, "Hi."

You chuckled, "No, you didn't forget anything. You'll just have to open it and find out yourself. Here, sit," gesturing for him to do so on the dining chair as you stood up, walking towards the hallway closet, pulling out the package Hyunie so neatly wrapped.

Jungkook knitted his eyebrows together, narrowing his eyes, intrigued by the box you pulled out. You handed the box to him, and he quietly tapped on it. It was beautifully wrapped until he tore it open like the boy he was. You stared blankly, watching your boyfriend trash the wrapping paper that Hyunie spent so much time on. Well...note to self, don't wrap anything nice for him.

When he took off the top of the lid, he let out a small huh. "A photo album?" He guessed they were pictures of you dating, and he didn't think they would be of anything else. Why would he?

"I'll, um, give you some alone time." You pressed a kiss on his cheek, seemingly now warming up at your comment. You couldn't wait for him to scream his head off.

His ears perked up, and he choked when you mentioned the last part. "Alone time?" What could be in this box to warrant him needing alone time? You snickered, leaving him to his demise.

You entered your bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Wait for it...

A beat passed.

All you could hear was, "No. No. NO! NO! NO!" Jungkook shook his head while opening the photo album to reveal your photos. There's no way you took sexy boudoir photos for him. NO FUCKING WAY! Right? This was a fever dream. He must be dreaming.

"What the actual fuck? Shit--baby!" Jungkook cried out. You could hear the screech of the dining chair as he ran into the bedroom with the album in his hands. The stunned look on his face made you giggle. "Who took these?"

"Hyunie." Your eyes wandered to his, gauging his reaction to his gift. "So...whaddya think?" You asked with a confident hair flip.

He sprinted towards you, throwing the album on the bed. He cupped your face, frantically pressing kisses all over, causing shrieks and giggles from you. When Jungkook finally stepped back, he peered down at you, staring intensely into your eyes, "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

Your hands gripped his tiny waist, "The feeling's mutual." His hands still restrained your face, then he leaned down and pressed another kiss on your lips.

Jungkook inhaled and exhaled deeply, "I'm the luckiest man in the world, and I'm wondering what I did to deserve this." He sat down next to you, grabbed the album, and revealed the photos that were taken of you. You were proud of how these came out, considering how awkward you felt taking them.

"Good god, baby...." He grunted before continuing to twist and turn the album to explore every detail of your body in every photo - details that he grew to learn about and love. Then he turned to your favorite photo that Hyunie took.

You asked Hyunie if she could also bring a film camera because you loved that grainy film look. The photo was simple: you in the oversized white dress shirt, black lacey lingerie underneath, standing in front of a window, looking outside, hands laced into your tousled hair. The photo revealed a silhouette of your curves, relatively tame but alluring. You wanted the exact feeling from it, and Hyunie captured it beautifully.

"That one's my favorite," you explained with a coy smile.

"Every one of these is my favorite. Honestly, I can't pick," he snapped his head in your direction. "You're so beautiful, baby. I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for these."

Jungkook has been a fever dream for the past seven months. He's done so much for you; this gift was nothing compared to the love he's shown you. You often wished for a better way to show your love to him, but this could be a small way to start. "You said you wanted nudes, so..."

He let out a hearty laugh, "This is so much better than nudes. Don't get me wrong, nudes are nice, but these are a fucking masterpiece." Jungkook continued flipping through the album, gasping, groaning, and clutching his heart as he discovered your new photos in naughty poses.

You took it to yourself to move closer to him, letting your hand linger on top of his, the pad of your thumb caressing his veiny hand. "I take it you like your present?"

"Like it? Fucking love it! I'm gonna jerk off to these all the time," he explained with excitement like a young teenager who found his first dirty magazine.

You giggled, figuring he would say something like that. You peered down at his pants; it was evident how much he loved them. "Can I help you with that?"

Jungkook was still smiling like an idiot, zoned into the photos and unaware of the erection between his legs. "Huh?" He glanced over at you, wondering what you were referring to. His eyes followed your hands, stroking his hardened length. "Oh--" he cleared his throat, "yes...please, be my guest."

How polite, you thought. You did your job. You caught Jungkook off guard with your little...present. When you reached over, the photo album was still in his hands, beginning to stroke him over his pants. Small moans and whimpers escaped his mouth as you continued.

He set aside the photo album before coming back into contact with you. Jungkook wanted to rip off your camisole and shorts and ravage your pussy with his mouth and cock until you begged him to stop. But he wanted to savor every inch of you right now. He was over the moon with your present and couldn't wait to see more of it, but it would have to wait.

He needed you right now.

Most of the time, he made you crumble under his touch, but not today. Today, it was his turn to crumble under yours.

You stood up, standing between his legs while he was at the edge of the bed. You gazed into those doe eyes you loved so much, twirling the hair growing longer at the nape of his neck. Jungkook brushed up and down your thighs with his fingers, coming dangerously close to your already wet core, making you shiver underneath his touch.

Shaking your head, you tugged on his hair, making him whimper and smile, telling him not yet. "You first," clarifying as you straddled his thunderous thighs, feeling his erection throb against you.

You leaned down to kiss him, and he met you halfway. Lips entwined and entangled, never wanting to let go. Compared to the devilish tongue dancing with yours, his heavenly plush pink lips made you grow desperate for more of him. Kisses grew more intense and heated, hands exploring familiar dips and valleys. You abruptly pulled away, making Jungkook whine. "I have another present for you."

"You're killing me," he groaned.

You reached across your bed, sprawled out, and Jungkook couldn't resist smacking your ass, causing you to yelp. You pulled the drawer in your nightstand, revealing a familiar silk black tie.

Crawling back towards Jungkook, you straddled yourself on top of his thighs. "Since I'm normally the one blindfolded, it's only fair that it's your turn now," you teased, waving it in front of him.

Jungkook nodded. "Mm, I like where this is going. I'm up for anything, baby," he smirked, fingers grazing up and down your thighs.

"Anything?" Your voice laced with curiosity and a twinkle in your eye.

"Any-thing," he emphasized, darting his tongue to lick his lips. The photos turned him on, but this - you, in dominant form, drove him crazy. He was ready for whatever you had up your sleeve.

"Shirt. Off," you commanded. He didn't hesitate, crossing his hands over his body, tugging at his sweat-soaked shirt. Your eyes admired his toned chest and rock-hard abs, your hand reaching to pinch the pierced nipple, causing him to mewl.

"Pants," you ordered, pulling yourself off of him, so he could do as you asked. He didn't take his eyes off you as he kicked off his pants, his sinful expression matching yours. The thought of a submissive Jungkook made you wet.

With the silk tie in hand, you brought it up to fasten it around his eyes. His hands began to wander for you, making you slap them to stop.

"My turn," you smirked.

"You're gonna strip, and I can't see it? That's not fair," Jungkook groaned incessantly.

"You said you were up for anything, so torture falls under that category."

He groaned again, now realizing his mistake. It was torture not being able to see you.

Quickly, you removed your camisole and shorts, leaving only your panties on. You sat in your desk chair in front of Jungkook, waving your hands before him to ensure he couldn't see a thing.

Jungkook sat impatiently, waiting for your next move; then he heard a soft whimper familiar to him, the first whimper of when he would touch you after a while. He cleared his throat, "Wha--what are you doing, baby?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" You yelped after letting your fingers slide between your folds. You wished they were Jungkook's fingers, but you had to remember it was his turn to crumble. "I gotta get myself ready for you."

Jungkook shifted in his seat, squirming in place at that the fact you were touching yourself, and he couldn't watch it. He imagined your head lolled back, tits out, fingers rubbing your clit, pumping in and out of your pussy. "Fuck baby--I shouldn't have agreed to a blindfold."

You giggled at his words—torture for him and torture for you. Letting your fingers slide down further to your entrance, you imagined it was Jungkook's fingers. Your whimpers and moans drove Jungkook insane as if the photos weren't enough. Now, this. Your legs now spread, fingers inserted into your pussy, making lewd noises as it pumped in and out.

As much as you were enjoying yourself, it was much more fun seeing Jungkook suffer, his strained cock trapped in his boxers. You could see the inner struggle of him wanting to stroke himself after hearing the noises coming from your mouth and pussy. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.

You didn't want to make yourself come, not yet. Jungkook would do that for you.

After an abrupt silence, Jungkook peered left and right, trying to figure out what was happening. His hands again reached out to feel for you, but you had already gotten on the bed, kneeling behind him.

"Hi," you growled into his ear, wrapping your arms around him, letting your hands wander down his shoulders and taut chest. "Fuck baby, you're so sexy." Tiny beads of sweat still stuck to his body from the gym; it drove you crazy.

"Wha--what are you doing now?"

"Gonna help you out a little," you said, chuckling lowly into his ear. "While you help me too, missed that tongue of yours."

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back as best you could, laying flat on the bed. Jungkook had a goofy smile, loving every moment of this and helping him remove his boxers and kicking them off onto the ground.

He was so cute, waiting so patiently for your next move, and before he knew it, a tiny kitten lick lapped at his reddened tip, which was already leaking with pre-cum.

You placed yourself facing away from him, ass and pussy near his face, your mouth inches from his thick, girthy cock. "Wanna help me out, baby?" you asked sweetly, positioning your pussy near his mouth.

Jungkook hummed, "What do you need?"

"Stick out your tongue for me?"

He did as you asked, his tongue barely grazing your clit. "Fuck--" you moaned.

Jungkook finally realized your position, which made him even harder. "Can I touch you?"

"Please," you mewled. Everything in you wanted to give him and have him fuck you into oblivion, but no, you had to be strong and keep going.

His large hands traveled to grab your fleshy ass, pulling you towards him, thoroughly sucking on your clit, your tongue tracing around the plump tip. So slow, it made him dig his digits into you and stop for a moment, his composure on a thread.

"Keep going, baby," you ordered, and he obeyed, tongue circling mercilessly as you returned to your previous spot.

Filling your mouth with him suddenly and pulling off, you felt him shiver and repeatedly suck his head. Only his head. Until his moans turned into groans against your slick, although he hadn't stopped in his task, body so tense you could have sworn you heard his muscles pop.

You let him in thoroughly and sucked him, bobbing your head, making him stop in his tracks to groan.

"Jungkook, don't stop," you said, pulling off again, and this time he groaned in frustration, pulling you impossibly close to his face, tongue dragging as if you were his last meal: making you moan right before you took him in your mouth again.

You pressed your tongue flat against his shaft to help yourself with sucking but mainly to feel his response to your ministrations, moaning over his velvety skin, causing him to shiver again.

You didn't stop even when you felt it; the swell, marking his end, was near, his moans turning lewd against your pussy. You knew you would already be a mewling mess, cumming against his mouth if it weren't for your focus.

Pulling off as he reached his peak, your hands on his hips as you rode his tongue while a groan of frustration escaped him. "Tongue out, baby." He groaned to your command, the edging stinging him but obeyed nonetheless.

You rode him messy; the power beholds in what you did to him, affecting your arousal. His tongue was so perfect against your nub that the orgasm hit you wild and unexpectedly. You stopped after a few leaps into it, feeling it reap through you like thunder, making you let out a high-pitched moan that made Jungkook lose his cool.

Panting heavily, trying to catch your breath, you pulled yourself away from Jungkook's frame.

Jungkook lifted his head, blindfold barely covering his eyes. "Baby, where'd you go? Don't tell me you're going to leave me hanging."

The thought had crossed your mind, but there was no way you'd go without riding him tonight. "Wanna play another game with you," you said with a devilish grin, wrapping your hand around his length again.

"Ah--" Jungkook whimpered as his head fell back at your touch.

"You ready for me?"

"Been ready. Please, just fucking sit on me already," he begged, and you did as he asked. He groaned as your pussy swallowed up his length.

Fuck.

You glanced at the connection between your bodies; you were never one to take a moment to appreciate how his cock would disappear into your body. It was a beautiful sight.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, referring that you had been sitting with his dick in you but weren't bouncing on it.

Leaning down, tits pressed against his chest, you whispered in his ear, "I call this game 'Red Light, Green Light.'"

He inhaled sharply, "Fuuuuck--you're driving me insane. Don't do this, baby, please." Jungkook was insanely close to ripping off his blindfold and flipping you onto your back to fuck you like a madman. You already worked him up, so close to blowing his load before you pulled away.

"You know how to play, right? But this is a little different; when I say 'green,' you can fuck me as fast or slow as you want. When I say 'red,' you have to stop."

Simple enough, Jungkook thought to himself. He wanted to fuck you like bunny rabbits in heat.

"If you don't stop when I say 'red,' I won't let you cum. Okay?" You stated, pushing yourself off his chest. He visibly gulped at your proposal, making you suppress a giggle. At this rate, he'd have blue balls if he didn't adhere to your rules.

You connected your lips with him again, feeling the need to taste yourself on him, breathing in your scent that lingered, his tongue fervently urging to find yours. You withdrew from his mouth, kissing his jawline, before whispering, "Green."

This was Jungkook's chance to fuck you like a madman, but since he had some control, he thought two could play this game. While grabbing your ass, he thrust into you at an insanely slow, languid pace, only getting in a few thrusts before you said 'red.'

"Mm...my Jungkookie knows how to play too, hmm?" You suspected he'd try to toy with your rules.

Unexpectedly, his eyes found yours as you took off his blindfold. He bit into his lower lip, satisfied with the fact that you already looked fucked out.

Leaning in, slightly pushing yourself down on his length, you uttered, "Green," hoping he'd pound into you as hard as he could.

His hands were now digging into your fleshy ass, and you could see his eyes darken, overcome with lust, as he started harshly thrusting from below, pushing himself further and further into you. Making you whimper endlessly like the slut you were for his dick. Stupid of you to even think you could play this Dom role. You were too weak for Jungkook. You melted at the slightest touch from him.

The skin on skin, slapping against each other, obscene sounds echoing before you said, "Red," you cried.

The two of you panting heavily, you found rest in the crook of his neck. One of his hands traveled up, grappling the nape of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair. Jungkook pressed a kiss into your shoulder, his other hand still on your ass, leaving his mark as he tightened his grip.

Nibbling on his ear, you whispered, "Green." Once you gave him the go-ahead, he smirked, flipping you on your back, stretching your legs, and his cock inside you again in one quick thrust. His hips thrusting erratically, breath hitched in your throat, watching your sweaty boyfriend chasing his climax.

Grinning, you watched him getting lost in the moment. Jungkook's gaze lingered on your mouth. You were tempted to say 'red,' your lips even forming the word, but he sharply stopped, leaned down, hand on your navel, traveling between your breasts, making its way to your throat.

So this is what happens when you torture your boyfriend.

His tattooed hand lingered around the column of your throat--guessing he didn't want you to utter that word, which would cause him to stop. He slipped his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue like it was his cock. Jungkook abruptly withdrew his hand, pulling himself out of you, causing you to whine at the loss.

You were not cut out for this.

Reaching out to bring him back to you, he swatted your hand away. "Green," you said, wanting him to keep going. He didn't say anything. Instead, he cocked his eyebrow, smirking while you were caught between his thunderous thighs and legs, stroking his length. "Green," you repeated.

Jungkook was relentless; he had had enough of your games - he loved it but hated it even more. "Can't hear you, baby. What do you want?"

"I want your fat cock inside my dripping cunt, right--" you sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed in fervently, "Fuck," you mewled, shaking as his hips struck your ass. Soft yelps continued to escape your lips at each thrust.

Jungkook gripped tightly onto your thighs, continuing his frantic pace, his heart beating faster and faster, matching his stride as he fucks into you. "Shit, baby--gonna cum so hard," he moaned, lolling his head back.

You hummed, walls clenching around him, ready to milk him for all he has.

His abs tightened, veins pulsing, heart beating out of his chest, reaching his peak. Suddenly, he pulled out of you, groaning while dropping into the crook of your neck. His cum covered your sheets instead of you. He slumped on top of you, but not before you could feel his cheek against yours, turning into a smile. He began chuckling.

"I hate you," you said, scowling at him. You couldn't believe he came on your sheets instead of inside you.

"You fucking love me."

"You're such a little--"

He rolled off to your side with one hand on his stomach. "Oh--that was so fun to watch you so disappointed."

Jungkook couldn't see it, but you glared at the ceiling, sulking a little bit because it didn't go the way you wanted. He turned in your direction, "What? Are you upset?"

Your arms crossed, head turned away.

"Baby--" Jungkook whined, pulling you towards him, forgetting that his cum was seeping through your sheets.

"Kook--it's sticky!" He lifted you on top of him again. "You're all sticky and gross!"

He laughed at your complaint. "I love you," he said, wrapping his arms around you and reaching for a kiss.

Reluctantly, you kissed him and muttered those three words before pushing yourself off him, and he followed. The two of you continued bickering while walking to take a shower. Stupid of you to think you could be in control of Jeon Jungkook.

✨ next - 7 ~ party of three

#jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook noona #jungkook drama #jungkook angst #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader #fic: this is us

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4getfulimaginator2022 · 5 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I haven't been tagged, but I saw @fandomsbyladymelodrama do one of these a few months back - so of course, I wanted to give it a try. 🙃 Also, I haven't done any personal posts on here in forever. Time for a change!

How many works do you have on AO3? I have 18 works so far. And when it comes to ships, it looks like I have a "type." 😉

What's your total AO3 word count? Oh boy. 660K+ right now and growing all the time because when stories speak, I write.

What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Once Upon a Time (starting in 2013), followed by Game of Thrones (2024, baby!) and then that 1 Greek myth collection thingy. I was a die-hard Once fan back in the day and watched episodes religiously, so all the canon lore was seared into my brain until season 6 (when I dropped the show because the writing was so off the rails). Surprise, surprise - I haven't watched GoT in its entirety. Everything I know is through my own research, watching videos, reading, reading, reading, and the contributions of the wonderful Jorleesi fandom.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? All Captain Swan fics, in order from the most to the least: 1) Heart Bound 2) Only the Beginning 3) A Cobbler's Life For Me 4) Be My Angel, Be My Demon 5) Nevermore

Do you respond to comments? I try! I used to be less strict about replying to comments, but with my resurgence in fanfic after years of absence, I have replied to each and every one. Currently, I am behind on replies, but I will get around to it again. Soon.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oof. I don't do angsty endings because I will die on the hill that is Jane Austen: “My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire.�� Probably my angstiest ending is in Trader of Hearts, which is a really dark fic. I do have a one-shot that is semi-angsty, though: Thinking of You.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? *deer in headlights look* I make it my business to give my beloved characters the happiest endings I can. Seriously. I don't know how to rank endings against each other, since the characters always end up together. I currently think my happiest ending is for The Old Curiosity Shop, my Jorleesi fic.

Do you get hate on fics? I have, but these were readers telling me how I should write my stories "the right way." I also have gotten spam comments. Overall, people are pretty nice.

Do you write smut? Hoo-hah! 😏 Let's count: I have 3 fics rated Mature and 5 fics rated Explicit. That's half of my fic repertoire. And when I do Explicit, it's ❤️‍🔥. Enough said.

Do you write crossovers? No. Not happening, cannot do, end of discussion.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Well... There was a scandal back on FF.net in 2014 or 2015? Websites were copying all fanfics to scammy websites or selling fanfics as ebooks. Not cool. I used to have all my content on FF.net, but now only my in-progress fics are there. All my fics are up on AO3.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hey, if someone is offering... But again, no. No one ever wanted to co-write with me. 🥺 But maybe it's because I'm sooooooooo bossy!

What's your all-time favorite ship? Oh crap. All-time favorite?! WHAT. I have to cheat here and say there's a tie: Captain Swan and Jorleesi. Emma Swan and Killian Jones had a long journey to love and happiness, both in terms of their individual character growth and their relationship as a couple. The more I learned about them, the harder I fell in love with them. It helped that the CS fandom was HUGE as the ship became canon, and Tumblr was so active then that #captainswan was all over the place. We were one of the largest canon ships for that show. Now, as for Jorleesi... Jorah Mormont's loyalty and devotion earned my attention and respect from the first, and then when I found out about his love for Daenerys and her repressed love affection for him, I was a goner. My 2 OTPs: both women are BAMFs who are survivors and warriors, while their guys value love above all and are willing to die to protect them (*sobbing for Jorah because noooooooo* 😭)

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Heart Bound. This fic... I love this fic. This is my Jane Eyre/Jane Austen fix. It's my 2nd period piece and I adore some of my prose in this one. It. Needs. 4. Chapters. To. Be. Complete. Can I do it? Yes. Do I want to do it? *cries* Of course I do but it's hard...

What are your writing strengths? Hmm. Some would say it's my prose, while others would say that I know how to channel emotion into my writing. I like to incorporate literature and historical references into my fics (historical AUs or not), so I think I've done well with that. I've also been told that my characterizations are fantastic and unique. You do notice that I'm not claiming credit for any of these observations, right? Usually, I believe my writing is awful and I could have done so much better. I have a hard time acknowledging my strengths. You could hand me an Olympic gold medal for Writing and I would still insist that it's all lies. My self-belief and confidence have not improved over the years.

What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue. It's always dialogue. I want it to be realistic but my vocab gets in the way and it starts sounding like prose. Not good. But I am getting better! No way to go but up.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Maybe I'd do it, but it would have to be necessary for me to put in the effort. I don't purposely bamboozle my readers. 🤣

First fandom you wrote for? Once Upon a Time (of course *rolls eyes*). One Against the Wind is my ultimate period fic - pirates, the Caribbean, my tribute to PotC and pirate novels I've read. I created character backstory when there was no canon backstory. It's also my longest fic at 147K words. So proud of it and it still holds a special place in my heart. 😍

Favorite fic you've written? Ugh, no no no! I always, always say I cannot have one favorite because that is BORING. But okay, I will say that at the moment, it's The Old Curiosity Shop. I just did a full read of the entire fic and my heart absolutely melted. Adorable, heartbreaking, angsty, and so romantic. Jorleesi, I love you and I will die for you. You own my heart a thousand times over. ❤️

Fineeeee, I'll tag 5 people (no worries if you don't want to do this - completely voluntary fun and games here 💕): @ser-jorah-the-andal, @rileypotter17, @houseofthebear, @clarasimone, @thank-god-and-you

#jorleesi #captain swan #writer ask game #writing questions #my writing

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evilwickedme · 2 years ago

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Geraskier 👀👀👀👀👀

Ok so basically this is about these tags:

And I have sooo many geraskier thoughts like am I over my Witcher phase? Yes. Did the brainworms LEAVE? Fucking no they did not they just borrowed deeper and went to sleep but occasionally they wiggle and then this comes out

Anyway basically you can read my many, many geraskier fics for the actual smut portion of this but have you seen the women that geralt is attracted to in canon. He wants to be told what to do you KNOW he wants to be told what to do and he wants to be really good for his partner. Geralt being called good boy is a major factor in my extreme enjoyment of several otherwise mediocre fics I read in 2020

People fucking love to write geraskier with geralt being this big brute who's in control and Jaskier is this wilting lily who does whatever he's told or at best is a bratty sub and I just like. No. Did we even watch the same show? (I only read the first book and didn't vibe with it and my computer can't run the games don't @ me anyway) like Jaskier is sooooooo fucking bossy, he just happened to have become best friends with a guy who's entire thing is to be solid and reliable and not get bossed around but that's like, his professional thing, his worksona if you will. I know deep in my heart that Geralt melts in the bedroom

We also must acknowledge that while the wardrobe department did an amazing job making Jaskier SEEM small in comparison to geralt actually joey batey is fuckin huge. I'm just. Season 2 when he took that impromptu bath in the little lake or whatever you wanna call it?? Y'all saw. He's beefy. He's got it. Is he as strong as geralt? No. If geralt didn't want to move he wouldn't. But he LIKES when jask manhandles him, likes when jask positions him, tells him to stay right there, ties him up and has his wicked way with him. I mean PLEASE like it's sooo obvious

In an ot3 scenario this is true also. Obviously we're talking geraskiefer where yen just does the fucking most to geralt - she definitely pushes boundaries, the little we know of their sex life sounds like it's just sort of fun, you know? Stuffed unicorns etc - and I like to think of yen and jask teaming up to low-key torture geralt but then they reward him so it's all good. Or, and I didn't write anything for this ship but I read so fucking much of it, gentle top!eskel with geraskier is also fucking amazing. We're obviously not talking about what they did to my boy in the show, we're talking game eskel who I've seen many clips of and love

But yeah basically geralt deserves to get taken care of and told he's pretty and a good boy and just. I have a lot of feelings on how that works for him and jask. And yeah that's it you can read my bdsm fic for them if you like fucked up relationships and pre-s2 geraskier

#geraskier #the witcher #gail speaks #shay #random-fandork #ask

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dreams-of-valeria · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER NINE

Atticus still wore his watch in bed that night. I could feel the cold metal against my back as he held me.

Our breaths had settled, dinner was digested and the thin layer of sweat on our skin had evaporated, making the air around us cooler. We’d done nothing different this time around, yet he felt different. Closer.

After we left his office together, eventually interrupted by a knock on the door followed by frantic cover ups, he suggested we stop by one of the art galleries we frequented on weekends but only to make fun of. This time however, Atticus said he wanted to show me a painting he said reminded him of me. For some reason, I expected a portrait of a woman made from legos or cheerios or whatever passed as art media (We once saw a sculpture of the whole clitoris made from used tampons that women from the community had donated to the cause. Mercifully, it was in a glass case but it still made me queasy but for some reason turned Atticus on a lot. The clit can’t be that big, right? So naturally, I owed him an education and follow up practicals).

His hand didn’t leave my waist as we walked past the doors we knew so well past a sign that read Androgynous in a complicated font.

“It better not be penises,” I commented as we signed in, pulling a chuckle from him.

“Is it a marble nude of some Greek nymph? I can’t compete with that.”

“Will you calm down?” he chuckled again, squeezing my waist. I hadn’t realised I was being neurotic. Well, in my defence I’d had quite the day. I knew he had a right to know, but I was equally intrigued by the whole family emergency thing too. So I wouldn’t budge until he did.

“And if it’s not obvious enough, I like your body the way it is.”

“Farts and all?” I asked, my mouth twisting.

“Farts and all,” Atticus repeated steadfastly and finally stopped us in front of it.

It was not what I had expected. It was no portrait of a woman, or sunflowers, or penises, thank God. It was a spatula painting of a spoon. No, I was not kidding.

“Well, the resemblance is uncanny,” I commented, and he tittered, wrapping his hands around me and resting his chin on my shoulder. He was holding me in public? Granted, the gallery was barely populated but still, this was a big leap for him.

“I know it’s odd, but you see the hint of gold along the cusp?” He said, pointing to it. Credit where credit was due, the oil on canvas had layers upon layers of colour and subtleties that a trained eye may marvel over, but on the surface, I knew this was special.

“Yeah?”

“That’s you,” he said and held me again. I couldn’t grasp exactly where he was coming from, what with comparing me to inanimate objects, but I could appreciate the sentiment. This was a huge gesture.

“Quicksilver,” I read the title, running the word over my tongue. Wasn’t that mercury? Cutlery was famously made of steel.

“I mean, I don’t expect you to like it, it just reminded me of you.”

“Yeah, no, I get it.” I smiled. “And it looks like someone else has a fetish for assorted cutlery too,” I said, pointing to the sold sign with my head.

“Oh, that would be yours, truly.”

I turned around in his arms and stared at him.

“You bought it?”

“Uh huh.”

“For how much?”

Doesn’t he remember our little game at art galleries of Guess the price, be the ride and how many times he fell short? And ended up on the bottom?

“$10,000, but, but,” Atticus pacified me before I could blow my top. “Since it’s a ridiculous amount of money for paint and paper, I offered to update the gallery’s security system for free and they let me have it.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah, plus I only have to wear a tight full body black latex suit and model every Friday, so win-win,” he shrugged.

“I’ll admit, that would be hot,” I nodded, before we both broke into laughter. I caught his eyes for a moment. “Thank you,” I said, and kissed him.

“So where are you gonna hang that up? In your office or at the brothel?”

“Brothel?” He asked as we got into my car.

“Yeah, the longer you don’t take me to your place, the worse my perception of it gets.”

Atticus chuckled, getting his phone out.

“So you think I moonlight as a pimp?”

“Never said pimp, gorgeous,” I said as I pulled onto the road, and that made him laugh hard.

“I’m curious, what have you pictured my house as so far?”

“Uh, going back we have coven, warehouse turned into sex dungeon, animal skin furnishings, samurai furnishings, batcave, rock and roll hall of fame and the colour beige.”

I think he had tears coming out of his eyes. He was truly a sight to behold. “And these are the things you think I’d be embarrassed by?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“It’s funny how wrong you are,” he said, resting his hand on my thigh.

“Not even close?”

“Nope.” he moved his hand further. That little trick was enough to drench me. “But I guess you’ll know this Friday.”

“I will?”

“I’ll send you the address, you can come over after work and we’ll stay in over the weekend.”

And that was just about the most intriguing thing he’d ever said to me. Ever since we got back to my place, the thrill of it all remained in the back of my mind. I’ve found it was easier to get through the week when you had something to look forward to.

“I’m curious,” Atticus said now, back in my apartment, touching my cheek. “I told you in no unclear terms that I had the fantasy of bending you over my desk and yet you did . . . that. How did you know?”

“That you’d like it?”

He nodded.

“Because you didn’t ask for it.”

He frowned.

“I can’t speak for other people, but most of the fantasies I have, sexual or otherwise end up being a lot better in my head than in reality. I think the whole ordeal of thinking about it puts too much pressure on it and we often find it underwhelming.”

“We milk it for all it’s worth in our heads.”

“Exactly. I think you and I just crave novelty.”

“Hm,” Atticus said, and fell asleep like that a minute later, his arm still around me.

***

Right on brand for him, his house turned out to be the last thing I expected.

It was close to the financial district amongst other manicured lawns, but it was barely furnished. Everything was neat, almost too neat. Is this what it was always like, or did he clean up for me? I took everything in as he walked me on the tour of his townhouse, but seemed nervous for some reason. I wouldn’t know why until the next morning.

Atticus did the whole nine yards that Friday night, tour, cook dinner for us, christen his bed–which he swore he’d never done before. As it turns out, he never brought women home.

“But why?” I asked, rubbing moisturiser on my legs. Atticus shrugged, righting the hand towel on the hanger. He was never this nit picky at my place.

“I want my house to be a world different from the one I go out into everyday. I don’t like mixing the two. I just need to know it’s separate.” He said, stripping down to his boxers. Things started to make sense. He just wanted a safe space for himself.

“Tell you what,” I went up to him and looked at him in the bathroom mirror. “How about we stay here just for tonight, and we can go back to my place tomorrow morning.”

Atticus considered it for a moment. “But if I can’t share this place at least with the people I like, then what’s the point?”

His face looked broken, and so vulnerable. I got that inkling again, the one that said I didn’t really know him enough.

“You don’t have to rush into anything, ok?” I said, running my hand through his hair. His eyes closed reflexively and he sighed in contentment.

“Thank you.”

That night, he lay his head on my chest as I read to him.

“. . . That's how the madness of the world tries to colonise you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality–”

“What were you gonna tell me that day at the office?”

I closed the book and glanced down at him, eyes closed and nuzzling his nose into my chest as he settled into his slumber.

“Like I said before, quid pro quo. Are you ready to talk about who you thought you were calling down that day?”

I waited long for a reply that never came. Eventually, I resumed reading, but stopped promptly when he yawned for the second time. Atticus didn’t complain as I pressed his back to my chest and held him as he slept.

I could feel him hesitate with what to say for a while, but he just wished me a good night and sunk into my embrace.

***

I woke up alone.

My arm tried to seek him out from some recently gained reflex, but all it felt was silken sheets that were cold and had been for quite a while. I called his name in the direction of the bathroom but got no reply.

Typing my hair up with the tie around my wrist, I stumbled to the kitchen with one eye closed.

“Atticus?” I called into the air, glancing at the clock. 7:27 am. How long had he been up? I was usually the first to wake. Idly rubbing at my wrist where the hair tie had left a mark and yawning, I headed for the living room upon finding the kitchen empty. The coffee was on. I paused for a sip of water from a futuristic bottle. After wrestling with it for a minute, I must have accidentally pressed the hose option because it sprayed water all over me. I was so tired, it didn't even bother me, although the damp coldness was a thorn in my tits.

I yawned again. That was some bed. I don’t think I’ve slept like that in ages. What was it about a good sleep that made you feel more dead and less refreshed? The mind always wants more.

“Kit?” I called, but got no reply. I couldn’t remember exactly when I’d started calling him that either. It just happened one day when I picked him up outside work and he had grinned so huge. So it stuck.

It was 7:32 now and I was still Atticus-less. I tittered. Once I could get my thoughts to calm or atleast dull, I heard the muffled beats coming from beneath my feet. He’d never given me a tour of the basement.

Surpassing the ominous vibe that arose, I headed for the garage. No secret staircase. So far so good. The bass got louder as I descended.

Again, not what I expected.

It was upscaled to be a den, with comfortable furnishings, a mini fridge, a TV on the far wall and a home gym. The only thing was, it wasn’t an open gym like you would expect, but was enclosed, Atticus included, in a large glass room.

A 12x12 foot glass cube smack dab in the middle of the basement with gym equipment. I didn’t say anything until I let him see me. He was bench pressing. Shirtless.

“Hey,” he flashed a smile at me and turned the music down with the remote. His hair was damp and dark, gym shorts drenched and chest glistened with sweat.

“H-Hey,” I played along like there was nothing out of the ordinary. He certainly didn’t seem to think so. Ah, the things we do for–

“Nice man cave,” I commented, heading towards him. The glass walls had a string of holes at the top and my mind went straight to Hannibal Lecter.

“Thanks,” Atticus said as he wiped the sweat off his neck with a towel, out of breath.

“Yep, looks like a typical LA bachelor’s basement. TV, couch, minifridge, gym . . . Hey, what the fuck is that?” I said in the same pleasant intonation, pointing a lazy finger at his glass cell.

He was giggling. “Told you, you’d never guess.”

“Okay, you win. Well?” I asked, taking a seat at the couch in front of him. Atticus let a couple of sighs weigh down as he thought. The house safe space thing I could forgive. But this?

“I know I don’t look it, but I don’t like working out. Or maybe I do, but don’t find the motivation to do it everyday.”

I sat up straight, not expecting him to start off that way.

“But I have to keep healthy so I had this built to make sure I exercise.”

I chewed on that for a minute.

“Make sure?”

He stepped closer to the glass and tapped a display with a keypad on my side of the glass. It was locked?

“Time limit. It only opens after an hour.”

“Okay, Patrick Bateman. What if there was an emergency and you couldn’t get out!”

“Panic button,” he pointed to the other wall, where a large red button sat.

“What if you couldn’t get to it in time?” I probably sounded furious because he attempted to pacify me with a calm voice and hands in the air.

“Relax, babe, Steve usually sits right there until I’m done. I gave him the day off ‘cuz you’re here.”

I crossed my arms and stared at the floor. How was he so calm? Anything could happen, he could faint, he could get injured, everything inside that cell was an accident waiting to happen.

“Cleo?” he drawled sweetly, making me look at him. “Relax. Nothing has gone wrong and nothing will.”

“I don’t know, Kit, it just seems like a huge leap just to ensure you work out everyday. I mean, you can be healthy without forcing yourself to-to–Are you listening to me?”

“Did you spill water on your shirt?”

“Yeah,” I snapped, still pissed. “Your stupid space water bottle confused me.”

“You know I can see everything, right?” he licked his lips and blatantly stared. I glanced down and well, he wasn’t wrong.

“Too bad you can’t do anything about it because you still have–” I glanced at the timer. “7 minutes and 42 seconds left.”

He dropped the towel on the seat, but it did nothing for the sweat. Was it the glistening sheen? The damp hair that seemed to give him a new hair colour? The grey gym shorts that sat so low on his hips? I could almost see everything too.

“Or I guess you could just push the panic button,” I shrugged, stepping closer to the glass. He copied me and pressed his forearm against the wall above his head, heavy pants fogging up the glass

“Do you think you can make me?”

Was that a taunt? The thrill of novelty flooded me, spreading along my nerves like wildfire. I’d had no formal training as a stripper, but I was going to try my best, even if it was something we would laugh about later.

I went to his iPod and played the only song I thought was worth stripping to. You don’t own me by Leslie Gore.

I teased him with the hem of my shirt, my shorts, wiggled my butt in his face as I chuckled, but he wouldn’t break even once. He was in the zone, and by the time I saw him again, he was helping himself, one hand against the glass and the other moving swiftly inside his gym shorts, his lips apart.

Holy shit.

That sight ignited something in me. I shrugged off my tank top entirely and touched myself, pushing away the wayward thoughts that said this didn’t seem like me. Like us. But holy fuck was it fun.

His mouth popped open as he paced up, when my own hand slipped into my panties.

“Fuck, I’m calling it. Punch in 1-9-6-6.” He headed for the door and tapped the display. It read 1:45. I smirked.

It took him a moment to understand. With a scoff and a smile, Atticus pushed the button on the other side of the wall and I was on him instantly, tackling him to the ground. The floor was carpeted so it would do. All he had to do was lower his shorts. We were both more than ready.

Our mouths popped open in unison as I lowered myself onto him, and by the time we were finished, the timer had announced its climax too.

***

Despite Atticus declaring his townhouse as a safe space, we went back to it more often than not. For starters, his bed was unbelievably comfy, and there was a TV in the bedroom and when we both had raging headaches and couldn’t read another sentence, we snuggled and watched brain dead romcoms. I didn’t understand exactly his obsession with them; only because they were so off brand for a man of his stature, but oh did he enjoy them.

For the duration of our stay, Atticus always cooked, often making it a spectacle. He’d get me warmed up with some appetisers at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, and let me watch him go through his process. It was nothing out of the ordinary and his food didn’t particularly stand out, but I loved watching him. It was something about him having me there in his space and just being so comfortable with it.

I remember one noon in the second week of January, I was watching him boil spaghetti with my chin resting in my hand, and we were talking animatedly about this one artist at the gallery who claimed to have Tourette’s to seem more authentic about his art, but Atticus swore he was faking it.

“There is a devastating press meeting coming up in that man’s life soon, mark my words.”

I chuckled, presently more intrigued by the bulging veins on his arms. I thought about tracing them from their origin on the back of his hand right till his arm over and over again. I liked how squishy they felt under my fingers. It was probably the only squishy thing about him.

“Do you wanna go to Paris with me?”

I blinked and looked at him. Had I missed something?

“What?”

“I have a business trip next week and I would like it if you came along. It’s only for two days and the company will provide accommodation and everything. I thought you could leave Ava in charge of the bakery, or close it if you want, but again, it’s only for three days–”

“Kit.”

“I realise I’m asking for a lot and I know I shouldn’t spring this on you so suddenly, but I only found out myself a week ago and I didn’t wanna go, but Brendan tore his ballsack and I remember you said something about a convention that same week–”

“Kit,” I grinned, coming up to him and holding his face. That seemed to calm him down. Why was he so nervous? Didn’t he know?

“Of course I’ll go with you.”

A wave of relief passed over him and he sighed into my shoulder as he embraced me.

“But I just need to know something first,” I said gravely, eyeing him from a distance. Atticus swallowed, but I got the feeling he’d answer it no matter what.

“How’d he tear his ballsack?”

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I Did Something Bad

It was supposed to be a very-short one short but I got carried away... Anyway here's 6K words of smut, enjoy!

Also, it’s 1am and i don’t have the energy to proof read so don’t expect an amazing english!

“I can’t believe you just said that!” Elide said with a disgusted face. It made Aelin burst out laughing, her head falling on Rowan’s shoulder. She looked up and saw him hiding a smile by taking a sip of his drink. His arm rested on the back of the couch just behind her. Not touching her but just close enough so she could feel it near her.

“Well, you asked!” Lysandra said and the woman didn’t show a single sign of embarrassment even if she just shared a very detailed story about her sex life. Fenrys was next to her, proud of his woman. Or maybe proud of himself.

“We didn’t need the details,” Aelin said but Lysandra knew it was bullshit. The three of them, with Elide, shared every detail about their life. Aelin wasn’t sure every group of friends were like that, but hers definitely were.

“But I thought we loved details.”

“She’s right, we do,” Fenrys said and the three women looked at him, wondering why he felt included in the conversation. The blonde man raised his hands in defense and the three friends looked at each other again.

“Please, you’ve heard worse,” Lysandra told Aelin and it was true.

“Unfortunately,” Aelin complained and threw her head back as she sighed, her head hit Rowan’s arm and the man chuckled at her abruptness before his arm bent slightly so that his hand was brushing Aelin's shoulder. Aelin refrained from biting her lip, when she looked back at her two friends she could see their attention was on Rowan’s hand.

“What about you Elide, have some details to share?” Aelin asked before Lysandra or Elide could say anything.

“I guess you’ll have to wait for the next time I pick truth.” The petite woman said as she bent over to take some snacks on the table in front of them, and of course, Lorcan’s eyes were on her ass. These two were disgusting. Aelin wouldn’t be surprised if Elide got ‘too tired’ in less than an hour and would need to rest in Lorcan’s bedroom. Aelin fought the smile threatening to appear on her lips.

“Who’s next?” Fenrys asked, he had been the one to start the game. As much as Aelin's liked to pretend she was more mature now that she was an adult, it would be a lie. Truth or Dare games always thrilled her. It was Lorcan’s turn and he chose truth. Aelin wanted to hear what the others would make him do but she was interrupted by her phone vibrating.

She knew before she opened it who would be calling her. She wasn’t wrong, Chaol’s name and a picture of him and Aelin, hugging each other with big smiles, appeared on her phone. Dorian had taken that picture ten months ago, the day Chaol proposed. Aelin closed her eyes and sighed, leaning more into the couch as if it would help her disappear. Before she could think more about it, Aelin rejected the phone call and found Rowan’s green eyes looking at her.

“What is it about?” He asked silently enough so only she could hear. Everyone else was laughing so there was no risk of them joining this conversation.

“Nothing. He probably wanted to know if I left him food before I left.” The lie rolled easily from her mouth, Chaol was probably calling to spy on her or making sure she only was with Lysandra and Elide. Aelin hadn’t meant to lie to Chaol, it would just have caused too many problems if he knew her friends’ boyfriends and Rowan would be here too.

“Can’t he cook himself?” Her best friend asked and she shot him an annoyed look. He had never approved of her choices in boyfriend and Chaol was probably the one he disliked the most, but he was supportive. Most of the time. At least Rowan kept his thoughts for himself, she wished Aedion, Lysandra, Elide and the rest of her friends did the same. She was gonna answer when Chaol called her again. If she didn’t answer he would keep calling all night, and she wanted to enjoy time with her friends without worrying about him. Without thinking about it, she turned off her phone and put it face down on the table, probably a little too abruptly since everyone looked toward her. It was sure to make them fight tomorrow, better than ruining her first night out in months.

“What got you so angry?” Lysandra asked as she took a shot. Aelin made a sign to her best friend to pour her a shot, too. Aelin drank it down, cringing at the bitter taste of the alcohol. The liquid was a welcome burn in her throat.

“Nothing.”

“Chaol keeps calling,” Rowan said at the same time. Aelin looked at him, betrayal on her face. The man just shrugged and took a sip of his beer. Not in a supportive mood tonight, then.

“Can’t he leave you alone for a night?” Lorcan asked.

“Pour me another drink,” was the only thing Aelin said and Lysandra obeyed.

“You’re gonna be drunk, Ace.”

“I’d need that. Gods, I’ve been so stressed lately.” She sighed and thought about a third shot.

“Why?” Elide asked, it was rare for her not to know every detail of Aelin’s life. Aelin just had been so distant lately, she didn’t remember the last time she hung out with her friend like tonight.

“Chaol’s mom is always at our place. I’m not joking when I say I spend more time with her than with Chaol.” Not that she complained about that fact alone, but if she could spend her time with someone that wasn’t the feminine version of Chaol her life would probably be better. “Every damn decision I take about this stupid wedding isn’t good enough. I don’t choose the right flowers, the right meal, or even the right people to invite. Hell, she even disapproves of my fucking dress. And of course, Chaol is always on mommy’s side.” Aelin hadn’t realized she was so angry but letting it out was making her feel slightly better.

“It’s your wedding, you are the one who should decide,” Fenrys said matter of factly.

“Not when his parents are paying everything.” Aelin gave up on the shots, took the bottle of vodka, and drank from it. It was true, no matter what she would choose, his mom would be the one to make the real decision.

“You need to fuck everything out, you’ll feel better,” Fenrys said and Aelin snorted. Of course, Fenrys’s solution would be sex.

“Not sure it would work for her,” Lysandra said with a smirk and Aelin lost her smile as she turned her head toward her friend. Lysandra had that look on her face that usually meant trouble. Aelin shook her head.

“Don’t you dare,” Aelin warned, and Lysandra’s grin turned feral

“What do you mean?” Fenrys asked.

“Ask me,” Lysandra said and Aelin debated killing her best friend before she could tell her biggest secret.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s Aelin’s secret?”

“Lysandra, I swear on Hellas himself if you open your-”

“Chaol never made her cum.” Lysandra said with a proud smile and the only sound in the room was Rowan choking on his beer. Lysandra always made fun of Chaol whenever she could about that. Only Lysandra and Elide knew about this little fact, she never thought of talking about it with her other friends. It would only be one more reason for them to dislike him.

Rowan’s wide eyes were on her and weirdly, the weight of his gaze was too much. Her breath caught when she met his eyes and she quickly turned her head to her other friends.

“Ace, you cannot marry a man that never made you come,” Fenrys said and Aelin cringed.

“Can we not talk about my orgasms?”

“We can’t talk about something that doesn’t exist,” Lorcan added, Aelin wanted to die of embarrassment, Elide smacked the back of his head. Fenrys busted out laughing, soon to be followed by Lysandra. It wasn’t that Lysandra was a bad friend, it was just her way to change Aelin’s mind.

“Fuck you, the woman doesn’t come every time. That’s normal.” Aelin insisted, trying to convince herself more than her friends.

“You’re wrong,” Fenrys started, “but let’s pretend you’re not. You should have come at least once in two years of sex, Aelin. Fuck there’s no way I let a person leave my bed without them coming at least once.” He winked at Lysandra and Aelin had enough. She rolled her eyes.

“I don’t wanna hear that,” Aelin said and got up, walking toward the kitchen. She needed two minutes of peace so she wouldn’t kill Lysandra on the spot. The kitchen was elegant, it was a mix of brown wood and black. A moment alone is exactly what Aelin needed.

Sex with Chaol was good. Not amazing but she liked it, just never enough to fall over the edge of pleasure. She had told that to Lysandra and Elide after too many drinks a few months ago and her friends didn’t believe her at first.

Aelin was sure many women were in the same situation as her. From what Elide and Lysandra told her, their sex life was amazing, but just because they were lucky doesn’t mean everyone was. Aelin took a bottle of beer in the fridge and took two long sips, she’d need alcohol to stop being so embarrassed.

“You okay?” She turned around abruptly, spilling some of the beer from her t-shirt. She swore weakly, at least it wasn't a white shirt. Rowan winced, handing her one of the towels that were on the countertop.

"I didn't mean to startle you." He said, as close to an apology as he could manage.

"I just needed some quiet," she replied simply. It wasn't a way to get him to leave, just an explanation.

"That was shitty of Lysandra."

"I think she's using her last cards to get me to call off the wedding." She took another swig of beer as Rowan stood in front of Aelin, his back resting on the fridge. The dim light was working wonders on his tanned skin. She couldn't help but admire the curves of his lips, then those of his entire face. Rowan was the most beautiful man Aelin had ever seen, and with each passing year, he became more and more handsome.

"Are you secretly judging me?"

"You? No, never." He said with a little edge in his voice.

“But you’re judging him.” Not a question, she could read it on his face. He shrugged, not even trying to deny it. It took everything in her not to sigh. “It’s not his fault, Rowan.”

“Like hell, it isn’t.” He said, voice hard. “Even if he finishes too fast or if his dick is too small he should give you the same amount of pleasure as you’re giving him. Fingers and tongues are here for that.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” She wanted to stop that conversation. When she walked out of her small house earlier this evening she imagined that by now she would be singing on tables, too drunk to remember something in the morning. Instead, she was talking about how Aelin cannot orgasm with her best friend.

“Aelin, if a woman had been in my bed for two years her pleasure would be first and mine second,” Rowan said and Aelin couldn’t fight the chill in her bones at his words.

“Well, maybe I’m just-’

“You’re not.” He cut her off and she started getting very annoyed at him.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“You’re not broken.” Well, apparently he did know what she had in mind. She wanted to hate him for knowing her so well.

“You don’t know that.” She said quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Here’s what has been on her mind for years now, that she was broken. She hated this, hated how it made her feel not to be able to do like everyone else.

Before she could say anything else, Rowan was in front of her, close enough for them to share a breath. His hands rested on the counter on either side of Aelin's body. She could feel his body brush against hers in several places and she had to fight against herself not to lean into him. “When you touch yourself, Aelin, do you come?” He asked, his voice was rough but quiet. She was thankful for the dim light, maybe it was hiding the way her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“What?”

“When your hand is between your pretty little thighs, do you come?” He asked again and Aelin could have sworn his eyes lingered a second too long on her lips. Her breathing was frantic but she nodded slowly. A small smirk appeared on his face and his green eyes darkened.

“See, you’re not broken.”

“It is not the same alone and with someone.” Aelin was proud her voice didn’t shake like everything else in her did.

“Yes it is, everything is just in that pretty head on yours.” He said as he lifted his right hand to gently tap the side of her head. Aelin swallowed and tried very hard not to look at Rowan’s mouth and from the look in his eyes, he knew it. “You just need the right person,” He let his fingers caress her face and they slipped through her hair to tuck a strand behind her ear, letting his fingers slide on the sensitive skin of her neck. Oh gods, what was she doing? She should be repulsed at the touch of another man but she couldn’t. “I could make you feel so good, Fireheart.” He said, getting his face even closer than before.

Surely he didn’t mean that. Aelin made a mental list of everything he had to drink tonight and it wasn’t enough to make him drunk. He was messing with her, there was no other way.

“Rowan,” She whispered his name. She didn’t know if it was a plea for him to stop or keep going.

“Let me show you what true pleasure feels like.” She shouldn’t allow that, it was bad. She had a fiance, she was to be married in two months. No matter that Chaol and Aelin had their problems, she was with him. But it would be lying to deny that every time she laid on her bed, legs open with her hand between them, her mind didn’t conjure an image that looked a little too much like Rowan. Rowan got closer to Aelin and murmured on her neck, “Let me show you how it feels to come when you lose all control, let me worship you the way you deserve.”

It took everything in her not to moan, but she didn’t resist the temptation of arching her neck farther, a silent invitation. He groaned and his soft lips brushed her throat. Why did it feel so good if it was so bad? The hand resting on her collarbone cupped her face and his thumb slowly caressed her lips. She couldn’t hold back her silent moan when he kissed that spot behind her ear, he kissed it again and she could feel the smile on his lips. She was going to combust. “It’s wrong, Rowan. I don’t think we sh-” She let out a loud moan when she took her lobe between his teeth and pulled it lightly. Her whole body tensed at that sound, and not for the good reason. She should be tense because she is letting another man make her moan, but instead, she tensed because maybe her friends in the other room heard her.

“Keep quiet, baby.” Before she could let out another moan at that nickname, she took his thumb in her mouth and closed her lips around it. It was his turn to let out a small groan. She had made her mind, she would let Rowan do whatever he wanted to her. No matter if it made her an asshole or the worst fiance in the world. She felt like she had waited her entire life for Rowan to be near her, to touch her.

He looked back at her and she was sure this time that his eyes were focused on her pulped lips wrapped around his finger. When he looked at her eyes she flicked the tip of his finger with her tongue, she played with her tongue the way she would do if it was something else, something bigger, in her mouth. She tried to look as innocent as she could, she kept looking at him as she let her teeth scrape his thumb. After a few licks, she let it out of her mouth with a pop.

“I’m going to ruin you, Aelin Galathynius.” He said, his voice deeper than she ever heard, she felt heat polling down her core at the sound.

“What are you waiting for, Rowan Whitethorn?” It was her confirmation. Confirmation that she wanted it as much as he did, confirmation that she didn’t care about the consequences. She needed him more than she had ever needed anything.

Rowan’s lips crashed on her, Aelin wrapped her arms around his neck as he grabbed her hips and pressed her as close to his body as he could. Aelin let out a breathy moan when one of Rowan’s hands grasped her ass. Kissing Rowan was like nothing she had ever felt. It felt like life, while she had done nothing but survive these past few months, right now in Rowan’s arms, she felt like she was living.

He took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue in her mouth. Aelin needed more, she needed him to take her in his bedroom right now, to get her naked, and to show her what true pleasure felt like. She gasped when she felt his hardening cock pressing against her, she didn’t need Rowan’s hand on her ass to make her rock her hips, desperate for anything.

“Please,” She murmured on his lips, she didn’t care how pathetic she must sound.

Aelin and Rowan were both breathless when they pulled apart. Immediately Aelin missed the feeling of his lips but he stopped her when she went for another kiss. “Tell me what you like, Aelin.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

He let out a low laugh and avoided another one of her kisses. “I’m here for your pleasure tonight, baby.” He placed a kiss on the spot behind her ear, “Tell me what you like and I’ll do it.” A kiss behind the other ear.

“Why don’t you get me in your bedroom and find out by yourself?”

“No,” He let out a dark chuckle and he let the tip of his tongue trail up the length of her neck. She needed that tongue somewhere else. “I think we’re going to stay here a little.”

“What do you mean?” She asked but he didn’t answer, instead, he smirked and let his hand slip under her skirt. Aelin stilled when she felt his fingers wander on the top of her thighs. Very quickly he found her panties and instead of pulling them to the side like she expected him to, he didn’t touch her center. He started playing with the hem of her laced undergarment and pulled at it. Before she could do anything, her panties were on the floor. Rowan’s look turned absolutely feral when he looked down at the red lace.

“You’re gonna have to be very quiet for me, can you do that?” Rowan asked in her ear but didn’t wait for an answer before falling to his knees. Aelin’s eyes widened, she tried to close her eyes to control her breath but she failed miserably. Rowan motioned for her to lift her right foot and then her left foot so he could retrieve her panties, and instead of throwing them to the side he put them in his pocket and winked at Aelin. “I’ll keep that as a memory.” Her core clenched around nothing.

Stupidly she thought he would get up after pocketing her undergarment, but when he started kissing her thigh she knew it had been a fool’s hope. He cupped the back of her right knee and guided it so it would rest on his shoulder. If he lifted her skirt she would be totally exposed to him, the mere thought of it turned her on.

And Rowan did just that, cursing at the sight of her wet folds. At the first touch of his tongue, Aelin threw her head back and bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Rowan knew what he was doing, gods he really did. His tongue circled her clit and flicked it. Both his hands gripped her ass to bring her pussy closer to his face, she had no chance to escape, not that she wanted to. Aelin had never been loud in bed but right now it was very hard not to scream. One of her hands held her on the counter while the other found Rowan’s hair.

A hand drifted from her ass to her soaked cunt, he started teasing her entrance with a finger as he scraped his teeth on her bundle of nerves. She bit harder on her lips when he pushed one finger in her and then a second one. There was nothing gentle about the way he fingered her, hitting that spot deep in her every time. Rowan sucked on her clit and when she looked down to find his eyes fixed on her face it was too hard not to moan.

“Aelin?”

Aelin tensed, her eyes widening. Rowan stopped the movement of his fingers and tongue but stayed on his knees, too close from her most sensitive part. Aelin turned her head to the door to find Fenrys looking at her, she couldn’t see his face in detail but his brows looked furrowed. Did he hear her moan? Oh gods, did he know what she and Rowan were doing? Rowan’s free hand caressed her thigh, not to turn her one more but to reassure her. As long as Fenrys didn’t say anything she would assume he didn’t see what’s really happening.

“You okay?” Fenrys asked and Aelin nodded, too fast. Rowan’s fingers started moving inside her again, Aelin looked at him and the bastard was only smirking. Play pretend, princess. His mouth went back to her clit and flicked it before sucking on it. She was going to kill him.

“Yeah, why?” She asked, breathless, looking back at Fenrys. Rowan’s fingers weren’t going hard or fast, just hitting that spot that made her want to scream.

“You’ve been here for a while.”

“I just-” She had to hold back a moan, gods she was getting close. She swallowed. “I needed some beer.”

“Lysandra didn’t want to make you mad.”

“I know.” She was clenching around Rowan’s fingers as they worked her higher.

“Where’s Rowan?” Fenrys asked and Aelin felt Rowan’s low chuckle on her cunt. She kicked his back with the leg he held on his shoulder.

“I was cold, he went to his room…” She coughed to hide her moan, pulling hard at Rowan’s hair. He had to stop or she could come right now. “He went to get me a sweater.”

Fenrys nodded. She prayed to every gods in the world he wouldn’t try to get closer. “You’re coming back after?”

“Sure.” She eagerly nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. Thank the gods, he smiled and left.

“Fuck,” Aelin swore, as low as she could. Rowan gave her clit one last lick and stood up, holding Aelin by her hips, helping her not to fall. She was so close to coming but she knew it wasn’t the place. She looked at Rowan and the mood changed quickly. Both of them burst out laughing, as quietly as they could. Aelin’s hands were blocking sounds to come out of her mouth and Rowan bit his lip. Never had she had public sex before, and she almost got caught on her first time. The light in Rowan’s eyes made her heart beat faster for another reason than arousal.

After a few moments, they both stopped to laugh but Aelin kept smiling at the silliness of what just happened.

“I love seeing you like that. You look happier than you’ve been these past few years.” Rowan said before he kissed her, not as passionately as he did before, no, this kiss was soft and tender. When she opened her mouth for him, she could taste herself on his tongue. She groaned, changing the tone of the kiss. It was so good.

“Let’s go to my room, baby,” He said as he took her hand. She followed him as they took the stairs and entered his bedroom. Aelin had helped him to decorate his room, Rowan firmly believed a bed and a dresser was enough, so Aelin printed pictures, made him buy pillows and a rug, and a television. She loved this room.

She didn’t have time to see the picture Lysandra took of both of them when Rowan made everyone go to a theme park for Aelin’s eighteen’s birthday because Rowan pushed Aelin’s back on the bed, got on her quickly, and started kissing her again. Their hands wandered on their body without any limits, she wanted to touch every single inch of his body.

She laid in bed with a man that wasn’t her fiance and let him kiss her as she had never been kissed before. Wrong. It was so wrong. She didn’t care. Rowan let go of her long enough to take off her top and his eyes darkened when he saw her breast. “You look so good, Aelin.”

Before he could touch her she unbuttoned his shirt and got rid of it, clenching around nothing at the sight of his arm tattoo. She kissed his neck but got pushed against the mattress so he could do whatever he wanted with her.

He grabbed her left breast and circled his thumb about her nipple. His mouth quickly found the other one, sucking, licking, and teasing with his teeth. His god-damned teeth were going to kill her.

Aelin was overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth and hand on her breast and by the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her thighs. He bit on the peaked end of her breast hard enough to hurt, and instead of wincing because of the pain, Aelin let out a loud moan, her hand finding Rowan’s hair to keep him right where he was. Rowan chuckled and look at her in a way that meant I told you I would find what you like, Fireheart.

Her hips bucked, trying to grind onto something. Rowan slightly bent his knee and it’s all Aelin needed. She rolled her hips as he switched which breast he was attacking with his mouth but it wasn’t enough. She pushed his shoulder to make them roll. When she was on top she straddled one of his legs to grind against it. Rowan sat, one of his hands helping her to roll her hips and the other on a breast. He kissed her everywhere he could, her breast, throat, cheeks, lips, or even ear.

The friction of his jeans on her clit was so good, better than what she felt in months.

“Rowan,” She moaned quietly, he seemed to like it if the way he tightened his grip on her was any indication.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” He asked as he took her chin in between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. It was more real, whose tight she was riding, who she was going to come for. She nodded, letting her head fall in the crook of his neck. “You’re doing so good for me.” She nibbed at the skin of his throat and he let his other hand fall to help her grind faster. She kept repeating his name, it was the only word she had in hand. How with almost nothing he was making her feel so good.

She felt her orgasm right there, she could taste it, but for some reason, she couldn’t fall over the edge. “Please,” she begged, but she didn’t know what she was begging for. “Please, Rowan.”

“What do you need, Fireheart?” He forced her to look at him again. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” She didn’t know. She was about to cry, it was frustrating. She felt humiliated. But Rowan seemed to sense that, as he seemed to sense everything about her, and laid on his back. “Ride my face, baby.” Her core clenched again at the idea. She didn’t take the time to think how the position could embarrass her, no, right now she just had pleasure in her mind.

She took off her skirt and straddled his face shamelessly. She never had ridden someone’s face before but tonight seemed like a night of firsts. “Shit,” she moaned loudly and she didn’t care, let them hear. Let them hear how good he made her feel. She looked down at Rowan and the view was erotic. She rocked her hips to chase her pleasure, the wet sounds were more than obscene.

Come for me, Fireheart, she could read in his eyes. Be a good girl and come for me.

She threw her dead back and kept rocking her hips until she felt his teeth nibbling at her clit. Her vision went black and she would have collapsed on him if it wasn’t for Rowan’s hands holding her. Every muscle in her body tensed and relaxed as her cunt clenched. Rowan was right, it was better than the orgasms she gave herself. Rowan kept nipping and sucking at her as she rode the end of her orgasm.

After a few seconds, she became over-sensitive and her hips jerked away from his mouth. She tried to get her breath back to normal as she fell on her back next to him. Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. She needed more, she would always need more.

“Will you admit I was right?” Rowan asked, he rolled on his side, holding his head in his hand and looking down at her body. She felt powerful when he looked at her that way. His free hand came on her stomach, tracing designs on her skin.

“Never,” she smirked at him and he huffed a laugh. “Rowan?” He raised a brow and hummed, waiting for her to speak. “What are you waiting for to fuck me?”

His hand stilled on her stomach, “I wasn’t sure you wanted to.”

“I never wanted something more in my life.” It was the truth. Lately, she doubted everything she did, but not this. Not her need for Rowan. His lips crashed against hers and she held onto him as if he was the only source of air in the world. Her hands quickly found his belt and undid it as fast as she could.

Rowan broke the kiss to take off his pants and she couldn’t hold back her moan when she saw him. The asshole had a satisfied smirk on his face, she wanted to playfully punch his shoulder but before she could he took her wrists in his hands and pinned them above her head. He held them with one hand and used the other one to hold himself above her, between her thighs.

He kissed her again, slowly and languorously. “You look so good with your legs wide open for me,” he whispered on her lips. She bucked her hips up, begging silently for Rowan to get inside her. “Are you on the pill?” He asked her and she nodded. “Tell me how much you want it and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

It should anger her, Aelin wasn’t the begging type, but it didn’t. Instead, it turned her on more, if it’s possible. “Fuck me, Rowan. I need you inside me, please, Rowan.” She cried out, still trying to seek friction, the friction that he denied her. “Please, Rowan. I need you.”

It seemed to convince him, he sat back on his heels, took his cock in his hand, and stroked himself. She clenched at the view, without breaking eyes contact, he teased her entrance with the tip of his member. He came back on top of her, kept her hands above her head. Their faces were so close they were almost kissing. Slowly, he thrust into her and paused, letting her adjust.

“Fuck.”

“Shit” They swore at the same time. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, baby.” It was the first time she had sex without a condom, even with being on the pill, Aelin insisted he still wore a condom. But with Rowan she didn’t care, she didn’t want anything between them. She trusted him.

He was stretching her so much it hurt, but the best kind of pain. She was panting, wrapping her legs around his waist to let him slide deeper in her. She was so full, fuller than she had ever felt. She moaned loudly and he captured her lips.

When her walls stopped spasming against him he started moving, and Aelin couldn’t help but think it was the best sensation in the entire world. His thrusts were slow and deep, every time he hit that spot deep in her she cried out.

She wanted to touch him and he seemed to understand it because he let her hands go. They directly found his back, her nails scratching his skin. Rowan seemed to love it because his thurst became erratic and hard. “Tell me who’s fucking you Aelin.” He asked her in her ear, breathless. Who knew the quiet Rowan Whitethorn had such a dirty mouth? She loved it. “Tell me whose dick you’re taking so well.”

“Yours,” She managed to say between moans, “You’re fucking me so good, Rowan.”

She was going to come again, she could feel it coming. Rowan did too because his hand slipped between their body and pinched her clit. She broke, he kissed her, trying to keep her quiet as Rowan kept thrusting in her, chasing for his own orgasm.

“Come in me, baby,” she begged him when she rode out her orgasm. Rowan swore, thursts becoming desperate. “I want to feel you cum in me, Rowan. Please.” She begged and it was his turn to break. She came for the third time of the night when she felt the warmth of his cum spilling inside of her.

“Fuck, that was-” He pulled out of her and laid beside her, a hand on her stomach and his forehead resting against her shoulder. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Likewise, buzzard.” She managed to say. He kissed her shoulder and walked to the bathroom, letting Aelin staring at his ass. He came back with a wet warm towel and cleaned her up and kissed her belly, she smiled at the sweet gesture.

He took one of his shirts from his wardrobe and helped her get in it and helped her to get under the covers. “You’re sleeping here tonight.” He said and she nodded, already falling asleep. A few minutes later he joined her and took her in his arms.

Aelin fell asleep that night more at peace than she had ever felt.

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thebeebi · 4 years ago

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your little games pt. 2

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings: smut, fluff in later chapters, non-con, mention of r*pe attempt, implied murder and many more! Read only if you are okay with these topics!

genre: historical AU, 18th century?

word count: 2.5k+ [part 2]

a/n: I am not really sure if you wanted the part 2 but I for sure did!!! Enjooooy! ♥

You ran away from the man who tried to take an advantage of you. You stabbed him and escaped. Escaped to the arms of the handsome captain who was even worse than the man you just killed.

Part 1

Jungkook did not understand what was the reason for you being like this. Your behaviour and manners were ones of an easy woman, but your hands that are pale and untouched showed that you were a lady who had never lifted a finger. He shook his head and wore a white shirt that he took off last just an hour ago. He walked towards the table and poured himself a glass of wine. When he was about to reach for it, he changed his mind and took into his hands bottle of brandy that was often his best companion. He gulped some of the leftover alcohol in the bottle while looking out of the window. He wasn’t from this little town. He was there just to ship some furniture that was ordered by a wealthy man. His parents used to love this town and often took him there considering it as a family vacation. But Jungkook never came back after their death. It was his first time back in 10 years. Jungkook’s father was an adventurer who raised his child strictly. On the other hand, Jungkook’s mother was his supporting pillar that mended Jungkook’s and his father’s relationship. Jungkook knew about the tough unfair world. Since he was a child, he preferred studying, but his father wanted him to be able to sail around so he sent him to an old captain – his friend, who taught Jungkook things that he knows now. Even though Jungkook loved sailing, he knew this was the last one of his adventures. His parents left him a huge mansion with a huge wine orchard. Jungkook knew he wanted to work with wine and that was the reason he did not sail that often. The winery was the centre of his attention. He was 25 years old man, who was already eligible for marrying. He wished he would be happy for the rest of his life. He smiled and shook his head, thinking that love for his mansion and the winery will make him do foolish things, that his heart did not approve. He wanted to get married to Elisabeth Buck who he did not love but had to marry in order to get back land that belonged to his family years ago.

Jungkook frowned at the thought of his possible future wife. His family was always known to be possessive of their loved ones. He knew how jealous his father would get if his mother shown even a tiny bit of interest in someone else than his father. He was weirded out by that because he was exactly the same copy of his father and the woman he wanted to marry had in the bed new man every night. But Jungkook somehow did not care. He wished there would be at least a tiny bit of jealousy, that would show him he had any feelings for the Elisabeth, but nothing. He knew her since childhood and was well aware that his feelings for her will not change. His friends called him crazy once they knew Jungkook asked her to marry him. Even if the jealousy was not inherited, Jungkook was sure he was stubborn just like his father. He was ready to get married just for the wealth and his family’s name.

Captain looked at his bed and walked closer to you. The sobs were getting quieter until they stopped completely. He knew you fell asleep, but it was no calm sleep. It reminded him of the sleep of an exhausted person. He bowed down and took blanket into his hands to cover you properly, uncovering your face, letting the fresh air getting to you. The last thing he was expecting in his cabin was a virgin. He knew they were problematic and that was the reason why he tried to avoid them all his life. He preferred spending time with skilled ones who were enjoying their life to the fullest without any worries. They could have been from a brothel or not, cheap or expensive. Jungkook did not care. This was his first night in the docks after a long time spent on the ocean. From the crew, only his servant Jimin and Taehyung stayed aboard that night. He felt horny after many nights without a companion, so he asked Jimin to find him someone for a quickie who was not filthy and very charming. Jungkook wasn’t expecting a virgin who was more beautiful than any other woman he had seen before. It was a miracle that they found you. A young innocent girl who was just turning into a woman. Normally women like that think about the marriage and with their innocence are trying to lure some a man into the trap with their beauty. How else would Jungkook be still single, if he did not try to avoid them as a devil avoids the holy water? But now, when he had to get married to the woman who slept with half of the male population of his town, he wanted to try something else. To refresh his tastes in women but he still could not understand what were your reasons for doing this job. He shook his head and took of the white shit again. He walked closer towards the table and blew out the candle. Jungkook once again looked at your body and then slowly laid down next to you. The last thing he thought about before he fell asleep was the gentle fragrance of your body and the warmth which was radiating from it.

When the first sun rays reached into the cabin, you felt them on your face and sat up straight away, waking up from the slumber. You looked around and then you got reminded of the events of the last night. Jungkook who was sleeping next to you had his arm over your bust, but as you sat up, his arm slid down on your thighs. You could feel the weight of something on your legs and when you looked down, you saw his left leg being crossed over your small body. You tried to squirm away without being noticed, but your movement woke Jungkook up. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet, so you took it as a cue to lay down again, pretending to be asleep. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he decided to look at was your face. To him, it was a beautiful sight. He loved the way you looked now, but even more when you were laying beneath him last night. Jungkook softly caressed your cheekbones with his thumbs and realised that his fiancé would be really jealous of your beauty. He laughed at the possibility of you two meeting. Elisabeth is proud of her beauty, and Jungkook knew she would despite standing next to even more beautiful woman than she was. His fiancé was proclaimed as the most beautiful woman in the town, even though there were many beauties. Jungkook never noticed it though, but people were probably right. Her face and hair were pretty, and her tall body was indeed attractive. Jungkook thought about the woman who he promised he would marry but then again looked at you sleeping next to him. If you were to come to his hometown, then they would for sure forget about Elisabeth’s beauty.

Jungkook bowed down a little to kiss your ear and nibbled it a little. You widened your eyes quicky before you could realise what was Jungkok doing. “Good morning, little one,” he whispered softly and tried to reach for your lips with his own. You were still, not trying to make any movement, being scared that if you would do anything, it would only provoke him. But Jungkook did not need it, the memories of last night were still raw and he was ready for another round. He was kissing your lips softly, but then moved to your eyes, the neck and headed towards the shoulder, where he stayed for a bitting you softly. The shiver ran down your spine as you saw Jungkook looking for the nipple and started licking it slowly, making small kitten but very passionate licks. “Don’t!“ you silently shouted, “Don’t do that!” Jungkook looked at you and the lust in his eyes was evident. “You will have to get used to this, little one.” You wanted to run away from his amused look, so the only thing you could do was turn your head to the side and beg. “No. Please, not. Don’t do that. Don’t hurt me again. Let me go.”

“I will not hurt you this time, little one.” He exhaled near your ear, which he was kissing softly. He covered you with his body as you were trying to push him away. You tried to press your legs together and to scratch him, just to make sure he would stop. Jungkook laughed as he loved the way you protested. “You have more strength now than you had last night,” he grabbed both of your arms pulling them up and then locking them in his grasp above your head. He managed to keep your arms above with one hand and slid the other down to your left breast to play with it. You kept on resisting, trying to push him away, but it was all in vain. With a swift move of his knee, he separated your pressed legs and you could feel him once again deep inside.

This time you did not cry, you had no tears left. Instead the hate and fear appeared within you. When he finished, he pulled away from you and you took that as a cue to clew up yourself by hugging your legs close to your chest. When Jungkook looked into your eyes, he frowned and sat next to you. He reached in to caress your cheek because he was feeling that he had to calm you down, but when you moved to the side, to avoid his touch, Jungkook was confused and stopped. His eyes widened as he realised that you were not pretending and were actually scared of him. He frowned even more and instead of your face, he reached for your hair, to entangle a fallen strand in his finger. “You are really something, little one.” He whispered softly. “You could have gotten a large sum of money for what you lost with me tonight. Anyone would be willing to pay you a lot for that but you still chose to be a prostitute and as I have heard, you came with my men willingly, not even trying to talk about the price or anything. You never told me that you were a virgin and did not try to ask for more.” He let go or your trembling body and continued: “The dress that you wore was expensive, some woman from the street would have to work for a year to get them. I am sure you are of high status, but I cannot explain why would you offer your virginity on the street. Someone could have raped you and you would lose it just like that.” You sit up a little and looked at him, not understanding what he was trying to say.“It looks like you are coming from a good family. You are beautiful, you have an expensive dress but still…” Jungkook grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to him. “ But you still chose to do this.” He softly caressed your palm and then lightly pressed kiss on the place he just touched. “When you came in yesterday, you were calm and willing, but now you were trying to push me away, not letting me be gentle to you.” It was only then when you realised, that he was not one of the men from yesterday.

Oh Gosh! You gasped as you thought about the price you paid for your fear. You then realised you should have waited for the judgement right at that place where you killed the man or just stayed in the poverty where you were trying to run away from. At least you would have not lost your virginity. “It is okay, Y/N. Don’t be afraid. I will take care of you and you will live in comfort. I arrived just yesterday and I will stay for a while. While I will be here, you will be my companion. I will take care of you and will make sure that you have your own house while I’ll-“

He was interrupted by your sudden burst of laughter. It was hysterical laughter that came out of nowhere when you realised what was the situation you were in. The huge smile on your face soon changed into sobs and tears started running down your cheeks. You looked down but suddenly shot your head up to look at the confused Jungkook. “ I wasn’t selling myself on the streets. I just got lost.“ The captain frowned being silenced by the confession. “But you went with my men willingly,” he interrupted you and you just shook your head to sides. “I thought they were sent to look for me.” When Jungkook did not continue, you realised he does not know about your sin. He does not know about what you committed yesterday and why you were running away. “Aren’t your parents worried?“ You shook your head once again. “No, they died a long time ago. I am living with my aunt. But she does not care about me much.” You whispered the last sentence and whipped your tears away. “Then I do not see the reason, Y/N, why you could not stay with me and become my lover. I will find you a house where you could live happily and when I come here, I will spend time with you there. I will give you a large amount of money so you would not have to look for other men, than myself. Well, I would not let you do that anyways and once if I decide to come back here and will need woman companion, I will just go to you. It is a win-win for both of us.”

You silently stood up and got dressed in the clothes he met you in yesterday. For almost a second, you did not feel the hatred towards him but once he finished his monologue, it was back. You never thought you could hate someone so much as you hated Jungkook. His carefree nature drove you crazy and you were ready to jump at him and scratch his handsome face. Jungkook stood up and walked toward the window, you took it as your free pass to leave. Even though you were wearing the dress that brought back memories, you were willing to take all of them if it meant to flee from the man who wasn’t looking at you. You bit your lower lip and swiftly but silently reached for the backpack you brought yesterday and started backing away towards the door. Your plan disappeared once you heard him shout your name. “Y/N!” you looked up at the man and let go of the backpack surprised. His dark eyes were staring into yours and he noticed that you started breathing faster. With fast steps, Jungkook walked towards you and grabbed your arm. “Did you think, I would let you run away from me? You are beautiful and I haven’t found a replacement yet. And let me be honest, I have no desire to let you go.”

Part 3

a/n: do you want part 3? let me knowwww :) also, I might make a tag list for this series, so let me know if you want to be part of it. 💜

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theanonymouswriterb · 4 years ago

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Dusk til’ Dawn

Prologue: The Queen saved the King

Paring: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Mafia Au Series

Warning: SMUT, literally porn on paper 😗, lots of fluff, violence, gang, bratty!reader, dom!tae, daddy!tae, daddy kink, babygirl kink, punishment, bigdick!tae, rough sex, make up sex, lots of after care, pregnancy kink, oral!sex, deep throating and everything in between🤧

Warning in this chapter: just blood, wounds and guns, well a gun

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary:

Kim Taehyung, Now a feared and well known crimes boss but not was he always the man that he is today, searching for the women that saved him on the day that changed his life forever. Willing to sacrifice everything to find the women that could tame him.

One day after 5 years she shows up in his night club, will he be able to hold himself back from taking her and claiming her as his queen or will he do what he do everything in his power to make her his?

A/N: Hi, this is the first chapter that I’m releasing and it’s basically the prologue of how they met, hope you guys like it, if you want to be tagged please tell me and don’t forget to leave some feedback. Also I might be releasing chapter 1 tonight or early tmr, I just need to read though it for mistakes. Much love 💕😗 -B

Next chapter

Five Years Ago

The sound of police sirens roams the city, as darkness and fog rain down on Seoul city. Helicopters roaring the skies and the bad guy trying to hide. Kim Taehyung, A man being tracked down by polices and rival gangs from a exchange gone wrong, blood spewing from his stomach and bruises on his face as he runs through the alley. The only thing in his mind right now is to survive the night and make it make it back home alive, or at least die trying.

He keeps running and running for his life as he hears footsteps behind him like the devil is chasing me to take away his life and drag him to hell but he isn’t ready to die yet! Not just yet. He still has a lot more things to accomplish and until he does that not even the devil himself can drag him to hell.

The cut in his stomach is deep and the pain his unbearable but he has to keep it up and there’s no stopping cause if he’s stops he’ll get caught like a mouse in a trap. But he is no mouse, no fucking mouse at all. He’s a fucking mighty lion, no a fucking Dragon that’s roaring and will get his revenge on the people that played him, the ones he thought were family and sold him out. He will kill who ever gets in his way but he’ll just have to survive the deadly night as it calls out to him .

The pain keeps worsening and worsening but he doesn’t know what to do but clutch onto the stomach and hope for the best. A dragon doesn’t die easily, it’s gonna take more than a pack of Hyenas to take down this mighty Dragon.

But the Dragon wasn’t always like this, he had a family, that until he was left in front of an adoption center with no note no fucking idea of where he came from or who his parent were, he spent all his life trying to find out what happened that night that someone decided to leave him, was he not worth the love that a baby deserved? Was he that worthless that his parents gave him up for adoption? Was he not enough. These sentences rang through his mad all his life up til now, the day he’s praying to what every god is listening to him to not let him die, he will keep fight on and on until he’s on top of the food chain.

Kim Taehyung grew up to do bad things, very bad bad things, join gangs at a very young age, was made into the leaders puppet and rose up slowly to be the right hand man of the Cobra gang.

The cobra gang was well known gang of youths in their 20s doing wilds shits like shootouts with the police and drug dealing and selling girls, the reason Kim Taehyung joined the gang at such a young age was to survive, he didn’t like the idea of selling people, doing drugs or anything as such but he had to survive, in a world full of

Cobras and Hyenas he had to survive. He mad a living out of this and he rose to be the right hand man of the Cobras but oh man, that didn’t didn’t go down well.

Did it!?

The thing that burns him was that he was never a Cobra, never was and never will be.

A few miles away at Seoul estate town houses ~

Walking into her house Y/N sighed, “can this day get any worse” she flopped down in the sofa and looked at her phone, hoping for a call from a certain someone, but what was she hoping for?

She got up from the sofa and strutted up to her master bedroom. From the ceiling hung a huge diamond chandelier, to the side floor to ceiling widows, fine famous artwork hung on the walls and in the middle room, her queen sized bed made for the queen herself. Her room was every girls dream, a large space with with many expensive things, a humongous walk in wardrobe filled with designer clothings, shoes, purses and more. Y/N could get anything she wanted, whether it’s cars, houses, clothes, she could get anything she wanted, but she was no brat. Well maybe sometimes.

Walking into the closet, she took her suit attire off, she was promoted to the creative designer of Givenchy and got everything she wanted on her way up the ladder but the pressure on her shoulders were too real. She looked at the mirror in mirror in front of her and saw her figure, she was a beautiful girl no doubt about that, she was fine as hell, the only thing that could fault her was her mind, the mind that thinks she could be a failure to her family.

After changing into a white tank top and joggers she walked back out into her bedroom and down towards the living room that Intertwined with the kitchen.

Y/n turned the kettle as she walked from the kitchen to the living room, she sat down on her sofa and smiled as she turned in the tv “ finally, I get to sit the fuck down” she groaned. As she scrolls through Netflix a call comes through a phone. She looked at her phone screen and smiled at the name of no one else but her best friend E, short for EziKia, a girl she has known since she was a baby, their fathers grew up together and were very close with each other and that’s how they greet up to know each other. “Hey bitch” her best friend spoke “ how was work?!” She continued. As Y\N looked at the TV she replied “girl it was a disaster, you know how I get when I have to present my work”. “I know” her best friend laughed “But I’m sure you did fine and I’m sure they loved every bit of your design for the new collection” her best friend smirked as she spoke, “I’m already proud of you, I’m fucking excited for the new collection to drop”

Y/n’s a young girl, she always grew up with her parents love and affection but couldn’t find her place in the world, alright she had everything she wanted from her parents, finding love within her self was hard. Yes she has confidence, yes she’s amazingly breathtaking and beautiful, she doesn’t need anyone to tell her then cause she knows that and she knows she bad and she can get everything she wants in this world. She knows she worth all that. But why is it so hard for her to find love, not with any man but within herself, it is almost as if she hides behind this facade of confidence. Her insecurity’s ushers to come out of her but she builds this facade to hide it front he world. And the one thing she is most scared of is losing her family if she doesn’t make them proud. She feels as if it’s hard to love herself and make everyone else proud of her.

Y/N groaned as we moved on the sofa and said “I hope so, enough about me and my day, how was yours?” Ester sighed “ my day was amazing until I got home and got into an argument with my Khai” Y/N rolled her eyes and asked “what was the argument about this time?!” “ He dreamt that I cheated on him and he got mad at me!” Y/N couldn’t hold I get laughter and laughed out loud “ what the hell, now that is too funny”

“ well now he’s still mad at me for no reason and I won’t be the first person to apologize cause it wasn’t me fault to begin with”. EziKia replied

“Well it was your fault” Y/N began “ you cheated on him” “In his dream”they both said at the same time.

Ezikia and her boyfriend Khai have been dating for a while now and they’re hopelessly in love but they argue about the summery things in the world, which is why Y/N think they’re a perfect match cause they’re literally dumb and dumber.

The kettle hissed and Y/N spoke “ what’re you up to now anyways” as she Stirred her tea waiting for ester to reply. “ nothing if I’m honestly just playing games at the moment” she laughed out,”what about you”. “ just made some tea and about to watch haunted on Netflix” Y/N replied and she sat down on the sofa and pressed play.

A moment of silence filled the room.

“Have you spoken to J yet?” The voice of her friend E rang through the phone

“Who?” she replied

Sighing out in frustration her friend spoke “ You know who Y/N, you can’t stay mad it him forever he’s also your friend”

“I’m not mad at him E” she hushed out looking at her phone.

J short for Jungkook was Y/N other friend, they were very close, they loved each other but they both didn’t have the guts to tell each other that, it could fuck up the friendship but it was only friendship right?, they would always fight and instantly make up but this was different, they weren’t speaking but it’s not like it’s her fault....right? J was always a nice guy, treating her the best, they would always flirt with each other but it wasn’t anything serious, it was always just games but when she saw him kissing another person, her heart felt like it exploded and she felt like she had been betrayed and betrayal was too real to bear.

But how could this be a betrayal if they aren’t in love? That’s what they both keep telling themselves right?

He’s not her responsibility and she doesn’t love him like that, but she keeps lying to herself and he betrayed her and so she can’t let it go. Not just yet, she just needs to stay mad at him just a little longer.

The rain began to fall as she spoke to her friend, they laughed and continued speaking, hours has passed and the clock struck midnight and they said their goodnight and they both hung up. As she continued watching the tv, the rain outside came worse, Turning into a thunder storm. The wind whistled outside and lighting struck and she could hear the Thunder roaring. She began to shiver at the should and the flashes outside her windows “ why the fuck am I sacred of thunder” she whispered to herself as she continued to watch the series, it still came as a shock to her at how she was some what scared of the sound of thunder and lighting but she’s able to sit through and watch a full series of horror stories by herself at night.

Hours and hours had passed as she watched the series and she felt her eyes beginning to fall close and she then drifts of to sleep on her cloud like sofa and feels like dreams.

She dreams about her future, what it would be like if she followed what her parents told her to become, maybe then she would think she wasn’t such a Failure to her family.

Although her parents were always supportive, Y/N felt that she wasn’t enough, she saw the look on their face of disapproval when she said she wanted to become a fashion designer, it was like she disappointed her parents saying what she said and wanting to become a designer instead of a doctor. But her parents were always proud of what a women she had become and loves her deeply. However she felt that just In case her fashion career doesn’t workout, she learnt a few tricks from her older sister who was obviously a doctor about how to deal with someone is had been wounded.

The man still on the run 10 minutes away~

Kim Taehyung on the other hand was also having the worst fucking day of his entire life! How could this get any worse, first the drug and money exchange gone wrong with the rival gang, obviously he was set up to fail by you know who and now he’s not just running from the gang who are out to kill him for more money and truce between the gangs as Kim Taehyung’s boss thought he was out to take his place on the Cobras throne.

Now with the police are after him too, since he was like the “ right hand man to the king “cobra” he knew a lot about him and the police where out to shut all the bullshit down but Taehyung had his loyalty, but how loyal can a ‘dog’ be if he’s been abandoned but he never snitches. Running from the gangs, Taehyung has a run in with the police and they saw him at his venerable place, bruised up and cut deep, so they decided to take him out to show the “king cobra” what they could do with his “people”.

But obviously that was fucking useless cause they used him and played him hard.

And Taehyung was no longer a cobra at this moment of betrayal, Kim Taehyung knew where his loyalty lies and that was with himself, he will get his revenge on everyone that played him, the cobra, the police & his family.

He continued running as his life depended on it, but he never looked back to see if he was being followed he kept his eyes straight forward and went on. The rain kept pouring on him as he ran and ran and ran like there was no end to the road, he suddenly slowed down as he crouched down in pain and held his stomach, “fuuuck” he groaned. He wasn’t going to let today be the day that he died, he had a lot to live for if he wanted his revenge. He got up again clinging to stomach and continued walking. As he approached a few blocks of town houses, he had to get out of the rain and get some help of else he might die, he walked up the stairs to bang in the door but there was no response. He then continued to the next few houses but there was still no response. He groaned in frustration as there was no one to help him. He then saw a light at the end of the block of houses and walks towards the light, walked up the stairs and banged on the door as if trying to break down the door.

He continued banging on the door as if it was his last resort which it was, he whispered out all his might but the only thing that came out was a soft breath “please help” he never thought he would have to resort to begging but here he was outside a strangers door, hair and clothes drenched from the storm asking for help not knowing if the person inside would be kind enough to help a poor stranger in need.

As if he gave up, he leaned against the door and shut his eyes closed, but then he heard foot steps coming from the other side other door and the locks clicked and the door Swung open. He looked up slowly from down at the strangers feet to the face and he saw the stranger in front of him, “wow she’s beautiful” he thought to himself,

“Thank you” he sighed out of relief as his vision became blurry and everything went black.

At Y/N House ~

Y/N woke up from her sleep hearing banging on the front of her door, she lifted herself up from her sofa that was way to comfortable to leave the room and groaned out “ who the fuck is banging on my door at the hour”.

As she got up she realised that she fell asleep on the sofa and left the lamp on.

She looked at her clock and it was almost 3 am, she then whispered “ why do I always either get waken up or wake up at around 3am” as if she was scared and her suspicions came creeping in the back of her mind. And she thought ghost always wonder around at 3 AM. She then was pulled from her thoughts by the loud bang at the door again and she slowly made her way to the front of the house and she saw a figure standing outside, she thought to herself thinking she shouldn’t open up the door to strangers at this hour, as she slowly turned to leave she suddenly hears a cry of help “please help” the stranger whispered silently.

As she heard the cry of help, she thought to herself “ I should probably help this person” “ but what if the pardon is a Pedophile or someone really dangerous” as if her demon and angel thoughts were fighting each other she huffed out a breath and walk towards the door turned the lock opened the door. There stood a tall man twice her size, built like a Greek GOD, dressed in a suit that was drenched from the rain droplets of water falling from his fringe a hand holding onto his stomach that was bleeding, bruises on his face and the other hand holding onto the doorframe. The man then looked from down at her feet, then his eyes lifted up to her face, she then saw him smile for a second then his eyes suddenly shut closed and he fell forwards towards her.

Her eyes grew wide was she was trying to hold her balance and trying to hold a man twice her size that just fainted at her door step. Not knowing what to do as the man’s head laid on her shoulder, she then whispered “ fuck it” then leaned sideways and the man dropped to the floor. Sighing she looked down at the stranger that passed out on her, who she then dropped to the door, frustration and guilt overpowering her mind and she closed her eyes and thought for a moment.

She then crouched down, grabbed him from under his armpits and dragged him a little further into the house and closed the door. She then began to slowly drag him through her house to the living room, “ damn he’s fucking heaving” she choked out. After a though 20 minutes grafting him through her house, She then was able to lay him on her couch that she adored very much and said “ well maybe that wasn’t the best idea” as her white couch began to turn red form blood stain that fell form the stranger. Then her eyes turned to the gun that sat perfecting in the holster wrapped around the mans body. “Shit”. Her face was stoned cold from shock, asking herself why this man had a gun on him and why he was bleeding and she palmed then slapped her forehead, sighing out loud in frustration and anger at herself for helping this possibly dangerous handsome man.

She looked at him and for a few seconds fought with her self, asking herself if she should still help this stranger for all she knows he could be really dangerous. She shook off her thought and went into her bathroom to the her first AID kit to help this poor, passed out man on her couch. She ran back into the living room, crouched down lifted his shirt to tend to his wounds and bruises.

As she opened up his shirt she saw how beautiful he was built, the tone muscles that covered him and the tattoos that bloomed on his chest. She also noticed that he had many scars in his body, the ones where it shows be fought for his life.

As time passes, she stared at the beautiful but bruised up stranger and couldn’t help but feel bad for him, she thought of many things that he must have gone trough and couldn’t help but wonder who this man is.

Time deciding to go really fast~

The clocked struck 7:30 am and very loud pound bang came though the house from the door at the front. Y/N opened her eyes slowly and saw the stranger lying into of her, she hadn’t know that she fell asleep looking at the stranger and she drifted into her thoughts. Then the loud bang pulled her from her thought and she hurried to her feet and went to the door. The door opens and she saw a group on men in uniform. The mother-fucking police. “ Hi miss, sorry to disturb you this fine morning, We just wanted to ask you a few questions if that is ok” she nods her head and the police proceeded to ask the questions. “ Did a man came knocking on you door last night?” She hesitated for a moment and shook her head no and the made some notes in their notebooks and proceeded to ask another. “ Did you see or hear anything suspicious last night” she shook her head again said “ no officer” and the officer furrowed their eyebrows and said “Miss your are not lying to us are you?” she then replied “ no “ and they ushered “ Miss you need to tell us if you saw anything cause this man is a very dangerous man and he killed a lot of people and we need your help” The silence loomed around them but Y/N didn’t say a word. Although she just heard of how dangerous this man was, she helped him and already lied and there was no going back.

She could be arrested for helping a criminal and lying about it. The shock on her face was clear but she payed it off well and shook her head in disagreement and said “no officer, i didn’t see anything or any man of any sort” and smiled softly hoping to get them off her back.

The police stared at her as if they knew she was lying carried on saying,

“ Then miss what is this blood stain that is here on your door step?” She was surprised as she didn’t realize there would be blood at her door step even though a bleeding man was just at her foot steps a few hours ago. She then huffed out trying to sound as smooth as possible, then lied “ You see officer, last night I came home late From my boyfriend house and I forgot my underwear at his house, you know what happened there” she winked “ I came on my period and bled on the floor and I forgot to clean it up” she then thought “what the fuck was I thinking lying to the police like that, this is embarrassing” They’re not gonna believe that are they?

As she opened her mouth to speak again she stopped her herself as she saw the flustered faces on the officers, they then said “ oh, sorry miss, s-sorry to bother you and thank you for your help” then then bowed and turned and walked back to their car.

Y/n shocked at her own words hurriedly shut the door and leaned against it and spoke” fuck that was embarrassing”. As she turned she was greeted with a shirtless man with patched of wounds that SHE patched up holding a gun towards her head. Her eyes then widened in shock but not fear, “ so this is how your gonna treat your saviour?!” She spoke, the silent that came after could Pierce through someone like a knife, he then softly growled in a low husky voice “ thank you “ and lowered his gun. “You’re welcome “ she said as she rolled her eyes, bumped his shoulders and walked past him back towards the kitchen.

He then turned to follow the small girl that helped him last night. As they entered the kitchen he spoke lowly “ so YOU were the one that was bleeding in front of your own door” he asked, she then said with confidence “YES, the reason I said that was to save your ass and I don’t even know you” she turned to look at him and met his ice cold gaze, if looks could kill she would be dead right now. “ that’s right, you don’t know me” he hushed out “ so why would you help me” he raised his gun again. “ Will you stop raising your gun at me” she shouted, he then touched his stomach in pain. She then asked with worry in her voice “ are you ok”.. nothing, there was silence as she watched him crouch in pain. “Yea....I’m fine for now” he whispered, y/n furrowed her eyes brows and looked at him with sympathy and said “ do you want some pain killers?” He nodded and she turned on her feet to search trough her drawers for pain killers and sprung back into the kitchen to give home the medicine. She watched as he gulped down the pain killer with a glass of water and smiled, relieved that she was able to help him. She then broke the silence, “ since I don’t know you, want to tell me who you are?”

“No” he bluntly said he got up to pick his shirt up from the side of the sofa and put it on. “Also, who gave you permission to take my clothes off” he said glaring at her. She then scoffed “ dude, you seriously need to get you anger and manners in check, I helped you and this is how your repaying me!” His gaze soften at her words but then he frowned again saying “you don’t have to tell me every minute that you saved me”

Y/n couldn’t believe what the hell was going on, this man she just saved from DEATH itself never mind the police, DEATH! was treating her like this. But maybe he was right she thought, maybe she didn’t have to shove it in his face every minute that she saved him, “sorry” she said Turning from him as he was finally dressed in his bloodied clothes.

As she walked away, he slowly turned his head and leave into the kitchen, he thought to himself that he should be great full that this beautifully kind stranger helped him when no one else would. He then followed her into the kitchen and watch her make food for them. He watched as she busied herself in the kitchen with her task and a smile crept of his face. There was literally and angel right in front of him but he couldn’t give her the satisfaction of that and so his smile disappeared as she turn to look at him.

They then stared at each other for a few minutes and as if time slowed down he couldn’t believe his eyes, it was like love at first sight, he couldn’t believe he was falling in love with this stranger at their first meet but it couldn’t be love could it? He’s just great full for her helping him...isn’t he?

“What are you staring at” she broke the silence

“Obviously not you” he replied harshly

He has to be rude and he can’t fall in love with her not now and not ever, because of who he is, if he falls in love with her she could be a target to the gangs and it’s not like she’s in love with him anyway, she’s probably so scared for him and wouldn’t want anything to do with him after he leaves. He thought and sighed.

Y/n watched him as he lowered his gaze and thought to her self what this stager has gotten himself into that he’s running from the police, he’s such a beautiful and muscular man with tattoos that covered his body and instantly she almost fell in love. ALMOST. She was just glad she was able to help him and continued looking at him in pity.

A few moments had passed and she continued making the breakfast and he gazed up at her and watch her work.

She could literally be the light of his world but his world is to damn dangerous.

A few minutes later she had made breakfast, she turned and shoved the plate towards him “ Eat . You’ll need the energy” “thanks” he whispered and they both ate in silence. “I’m Taehyung” she looked up towards him as he broke the silence “I’m Y/N” “nice to meet you” he countered and then said softly “thank you for saving my life Y/N”.

Then awkward silence filled the room.

She shyly looked up from her plate and broke the silence again saying “ Why were the police looking for you?”

“ That’s none of your business” he said harshly and glared at her with his Piercing eyes

“Well it’s now my business since I helped you, why the were the police chasing you?” She shouted back

“ I don’t give a fuck that you helped me, I can literally kill you right now” laughing as he spoke out.

“ You really have a rude temper you know that?” She glared

Gazing back at her slowly, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I know” he spoke softly as if she just tamed him.

He watched as she got back to eating, and he watched the way she ate her food and how her lips moved as she continued speaking..as if he couldn’t like her more than he already does, everything she does changes him and makes him weaker than he currently is.

She was a girl full of sassiness and confidence but was also very kind and warm hearted and he couldn’t help but fall hard.

Was it wrong?

He got up as her gaze came up to meet his face,

He then leaned in over the small table and pecked her lips with his.

SMACK!

Out of shock her hand landed in his beautiful bruised face and he groaned out in pain “fuck, I deserved that” as he leaned back in his chair.

“ yes you deserved that!” She shouted back and he rose from his seat, rounded the table and approached her, grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips , flames rose up Y/N face and she shoved him backwards and slapped him hard again “ the fuck is wrong with you” she screamed. Taehyung held his face and smirked saying “ thank you for saving me princess”, he turned, put on his blazer then left, Y/N still shocked from what just happen lifted her hands to her lips and touched her lips softly with her fingers as she heard the door closed.

That was the first and last time last time they both saw each other.

The King just met his queen.

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lucky-catttt · 3 years ago

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Maxwell Lord’s Aphrodite - Pt 1

Summary: When Maxwell Lord’s world comes crashing down, you, his personal assistant bring him back from the pits of despair.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x Reader (female), Maxwell Lord x You

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY - I’ve also put a smut alert ahead in bold if you want to skip straight to the good bits ;)

Word Count: 7,381

Warnings: Sexual intercourse, foreplay, mentions of domestic abuse, trauma, drug/alcohol abuse.

A/N: This is my first fan-fic, so the writing might not be fantastic, but if you have any pointers/advice please tell me! I always read stories about Maxwell being a domineering guy and never stories about how he can be romantic and soft. When I watched WW84 especially at the end I saw how emotional and vulnerable he was with Alistair and wanted to write a story that portrayed him as a big cuddly teddy bear under all that masculine exterior. Enjoy!

You’ve worked for black and gold corporation for the better part of 7 years. You were hired as an intern assistant at just 21, soon after the company jettisoned from its humble beginnings inside a matchbox office suite on the corner of a strip mall, to a stock market listed company leasing the top floor in the tallest high rise office building in Los Angeles. Soon after moving in, the top floor office was packed with young, vibrant men and women who helped profits soar. But even at its busiest, Maxwell always made time for his staff. No matter what he was going through, he would give his staff his undivided attention and empathy. If they were having personal or professional problems, he would do everything he could to help. It aligned with his company motto, “life is good, but it can be better”.

He believed it was important to be as personable and helpful to others as possible, he felt that it was imperative to his own success. Only you knew this really stemmed from his less than favourable upbringing, being abused by his father, bullied by his peers and having to work hard for his achievements. He could be having the worst day, but he would never make it known to his team, all except you of course, being his personal assistant. As you spent a large amount of time together, Maxwell confided in and involved you in many personal areas of his life. 6 months after you started working for Max, he invited you and your then boyfriend to his wedding, stealing a waltz from you at the Reception. A year later, when his son, Alistair was born, he would show you picture after picture of baby photos, gushing about how proud he was to be a father. 3 years later when the company had its first day on the US stock exchange, you and Max stayed up all night at the office running through press releases, interviews and planning the next 6 months of his now very hectic schedule. When Alistair would come to the office to visit, you would babysit and play with him, change him, feed him, read him stories and sing him to sleep.

As he started to grow up, you soon rivaled Max in Alistair’s favourite person to spend time with at the office. Two years ago when you ended up in a very bad car accident and broke your arm, Max showed up personally to the hospital looking frantically worried about you. He even brought along Alistair who was helping carry a giant bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear and balloons. He stayed overnight after your surgery, sleeping in the most awkward positions on the single armchair next to your hospital bed. While you were in surgery, he made sure your work health insurance covered every cent and even provided company paid physiotherapy so you could get better properly. You knew you were in love with him since that dance at his wedding, but you had too much respect and adoration for him to be a homewrecker. Plus, you just assumed as he was so involved with all of his staff, that it didn’t mean he would be into you romantically.

As you were required to attend many of the shareholder and CCO/CEO/CFO meetings to take minutes, you became intrigued with the world of business and economics. So you enrolled in a Bachelor’s degree part time through a local University. At the time, women in business was largely unheard of, and to avoid sexist comments and discrimination, you told no one. When the Global Financial Crisis hit, it slammed into Maxwell’s dreams like a meteoroid. Overtime was required at the office and you spent most of your time in Max’s office doing paperwork for staff that had been laid off due to the budget cuts. Each day he would be on the phone, yelling at other business men on the other side of the world. You watched his positive energetic demeanor slowly chip away, as his drinks cart full of spirits and liqueurs dwindled alongside. Not long after, Black and Gold’s Chief Financial Officer and advisors within the company were arrested for Insider Trading and other shady business dealings.

Throughout all of this, you had given Max as much support, personally and professionally as you could, while still being respectful and platonic as he was a married man. With most of the staff gone and the company’s finances in disarray from the GFC and mismanagement, the universe dealt Max the final blow, his divorce. His wife, who was clearly only interested in him for his money and how it could provide her a cushy lifestyle, filed for divorce as the company was failing. She tried to take him to the cleaners financially, but Max was smart enough to have a prenuptial agreement and keep what was left of his dwindling fortune. So she used their son, Alistair, as a pawn in her game. The courts granted Max shared custody, but only one visit per fortnight. This devastated him as his son was his whole world.

He didn’t want to become destitute by giving up his fortune to his wife, but he didn’t want to lose his son, either. It started to tear him apart, leading to drunken nights in his office, alone. Except, he wasn’t totally alone. Every night, after everyone had gone home, you would stay back late each night to check on him and make sure he hadn’t done anything stupid. You would sit in one of the barren office cubicles with a vantage point to his office, but invisible to see from his desk. With tears sitting at the edges of your eyes, you silently watch him drink enough alcohol to chill out a bull, take some pills, flip through photo books of Alistair and start to sob. This went on for months. Overdue bills and foreclosure notices started to pile up on his desk. Egregiously inflated child support payment requests from his ex-wife littered the coffee table in his office.

Today was an exceptionally hard day, Max had received a resignation letter from his second last employee, leaving just you and him in the office. He slept on the futon in his office the night before, waking up looking disheveled, his tie pulled loose, shirt half tucked, suit jacket on the floor and his shoes god knows where. He looked awful.

Night falls, shrouding the office in darkness. Apart from a few desk lights, the floor is cold & dark. As you start packing boxes with office paperwork and belongings, you glance over to see the outline of Max at his desk, with his back turned, silently smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of whiskey on ice. He reaches back for a brief moment, to press the answering machine, illuminated by his desk lamp. *beep* Message received, Wednesday, 4:33 pm “Hello Maxwell this is Brittany from AMP investments, your lease agreement with us has been defaulted for 6 months now with $150,000 in rent arrears. If it is not paid by the 30th of this month, building management will deactivate access to the floor and repossess any remaining belongings on the property. *beep* End Message. Message received Thursday, 5:43 pm “Max it’s Barb, I’m cancelling Alistair’s visit this weekend, seeing as you don’t want to pay me any extra child support.” *beep* End Message. Message received today, 7:02 pm “Hey Daddy, it’s Alistair, Mommy said I can’t come over because you’re working too much to see me. I wish you weren’t working all the time so we could play together and go to the movies and-“ you hear Barb, Max’s ex wife cut him off with “Alistair? What are you doing on the phone?! Who are you talking to?” Alistair whines, “I wanted to talk to Daddy” suddenly the sound of the receiver slams into the phone. *beep* End Message. You have no new messages.

The office is dead silent, but you can audibly hear the sound of Max’s heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He begins to cry, slowly shrinking in his chair, slumping down with his forearms on his knees and his head bowed. The cries slowly become more intense, with Max gasping for air between the long loud shrieks as his whole body shakes. “Alistair! My Alistair! My boy! I’ve failed you! Your Daddy failed you!” He wails, tears freely flooding down his face and snot dripping out of his nose, both like endless waterfalls. He drops to his knees and collapses onto the carpet, like he’s been shot right through the chest. He continues to sob & wail, forgetting that he isn’t alone in the office. You walk to the doorway of his office, frozen with indecision. Your heart was pounding and eyes on the verge of tears from what you just heard. On one hand you feel like you’re intruding on something extremely personal and maybe somewhat embarrassing for Maxwell, but you’ve never seen him like this and he looked like he was physically dying.

“Mr Lord, is everything okay?” Your soft voice quietly called out from the doorway of his office. Your medicated voice jolts Max out of his catatonic state and into a sitting upright position, as he quickly wipes his face and fixes his hair. “Oh, Ug-I’m so sorry for you to see me like this, it’s quite unbecoming of me” Maxwell apologises, trying to play it off with a light hearted chuckle between quiet heaved sobs. You catch a frozen stare, peering straight into his soul past the bloodshot, weepy but warm, brown irises.

Your heart is thumping hard, as if to try and break out of your ribcage and fly over to him. Max had been there for all of his staff, especially you. You couldn’t walk away after everyone else in his life had abandoned or given up on him. “You don’t need to apologise, Mr Lord.” You slowly reply, stepping over the booze bottles littering his office floor as you walk over to him. He’s frantically adjusting his outfit and hair, to look as put together as possible before you sit down beside him on the floor. You both sit there in silence, with the odd sniffle coming from Max’s nose. You finally pucker up the courage and say “I didn’t want to intrude but I heard the voice messages, I’m so sorry all of this has happened to you, Max”.

He had never heard you say his name before, it was always “Mr Lord”. It felt like honey soothing his dry strained throat as it rolled off your tongue. You continued, “You’ve always been there for me”, you paused to redirect attention, “for all of us. What can I do to help?”. You reach out and place your hand on his. Your warm, soft touch sends a shock wave of emotion through his body. No one has cared about him like this before, let alone touched him in such a gentle way. Max stares at your now teary eyes, realising he can be vulnerable and trust his longest and closest friend.

He collapses by your side, crying into your shoulder “I’m a failure” he sobs “My business, my marriage and most importantly I’ve failed my son. I just hope one day that he can forgive me and love me and be proud of me. He is my whole life, I just want him back”. You start to choke up but you have to remain composed. You look up and away, silently biting your knuckle and blinking tears back into your eyes before responding. “Max, you are not a failure, you are an exceptional human being. You built this company from nothing and you changed peoples lives. And don’t even get me started with Alistair, you’re the best father a kid could ask for, it’s not your fault your ex wife is being abusive”. He continues to sob, so you wrap your arm around his side and let him cry for a few minutes. The smell of his chemically lightened & straightened dark blonde hair filled your nostrils as his forehead pressed against your chin.

His large fingers and palms grip your free hand. They’re surprisingly soft & very warm. You freeze as his touch sends zaps of electricity up your arm and down your body. As Maxwell leans against you, your perfume overloads his senses, bringing him back to a conscious state. What was he doing? He thought to himself. I’m a failure, and everything I get close to fails or leaves. He looks down at your hands. I can’t hurt such an amazing person. I have to rip off the metaphorical bandaid and be cruel to be kind. “Thank you” he sighs, catching his breath after minutes of sobbing “You can go home now. In fact, I want you to take a redundancy payout so you can find another job. There’s nothing left for you here. I’m a failure and I don’t want you drowning with the ship” he says, in a clinically professional voice. Max hands you a company envelope with your name on it. He sits up to take a sip on the remaining whiskey left in his glass.

Your ears begin to burn and your cheeks redden with anger. Tears prick at the edges of your eyes, begging for them to flow. “Alfred will take you home in the company car, or wherever you want to go”. He continues, now smoking a cigarette.

“But what If I don’t want to go?” You whisper, trying to hide the sobs that are trying to break through your voice. “Please, I just want you to be happy” Max replies. You take great offence at his ignorant statements, as if he knows what makes you truly happy. “How do you know what makes me happy, Max?” You huff, standing up abruptly and folding your arms. “Well, I don’t know, but I can’t exactly see how you would be happy staying here while my company fails” he answers, shrugging. You feel your heart begin to break, realising that even being single and having such a close professional relationship with you, Max seemed to hold no deeper feelings for you and was almost starting to turn on you. You stand there wanting to run for the door but trying to think logically. Men are dim, maybe he doesn’t realise your true feelings? Maybe he’s preoccupied with his own and too overwhelmed to face them?

Max’s embarrassment from being caught in such a vulnerable state compounded with offending you takes its toll and he starts to get frustrated and impatient. “I think I just want to be alone now”. He sighs, looking away. The words cut deep, slicing you apart like ribbons. You begin to feel yourself fall apart, your emotions and thoughts spilling out with force. “I can’t leave” you sob, hanging your head in shame. Hearing you start to cry, he starts to hate himself more as he's clearly made you upset. With emotions bubbling over, he stands up, looking at you with tears in his eyes. “Why? Why can’t you leave!?” He shouts, a pained look of frustration and confusion on his face as he puts his hands on your arms, gently shaking you to get you to speak.

The last of the ribbons tying up your words from coming out fall down around you. You look deep into his crazed brown eyes, longing for an answer. “Because I love you!” You blurt out, sobbing. The tension in the room is now thick enough to cut with a knife. “I’ve loved you since the night we danced at your wedding. I fell in love with one of the most empathic, intelligent, hard working and compassionate men I know. You changed my life and every day I wish I could’ve shown you the love & kindness you deserve. That you need”. You step back from his grip, straightening your pantsuit as you compose yourself. “But I guess if I’m not needed anymore, I’ll leave you alone, Mr Lord”. The duality of your emotive declaration of love against the rigid clinical final words lurched his heart forward like a freight train and then slammed against his rib cage with the force of 100Gs.

You start to stride towards the door, but Maxwell follows behind you quickly, grabbing your hand, where you turn around on your heels. He grabs both of your hands and brings them up between you, squeezing them gently. “Pl-please don’t, don’t leave me” he begs, “you-you’re all I have left”. His dark brown eyes shimmer with tears as he shoots you a pleading gaze. He drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around your legs and squeezing tight like he's hanging on for dear life. You stand frozen on the spot, feeling Max’s warm breath on your legs as he heaves a few more cries. As you start to run your hands through his dark blonde locks, the sensation calms your mind and you reach your hands down to cup Max’s face, tilting it up to look at you. “I won't, Max” you say with a concerned gaze. “As long as you don’t push me away”. Max nods silently as he reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out his pocket square. He stands up and starts to gently wipe your tears away. “I’m so sorry” he apologises “I lashed out because I felt like a failure and I didnt want to let you down anymore and disappoint you.” he continues while making sure he’s wiped all of the tears from your cheeks and cleaned up some of your smudged makeup. “You’re not a failure, Max” you reply, “You’re an incredible man and you should be proud of everything you have achieved”.

Max gives you a small smile, blushing slightly as he gently embraces you with his big arms, pulling you close against his chest. His strong cologne masked the slight tinge of body odour from not showering mixed into a masculine and attractive scent. You quietly inhale as much as your lungs will allow, savouring every smell. As he starts to brush through your curls with his large fingers, he plants a small kiss on your head, making you feel like you could melt out of his arms and into a puddle on the floor. “I’m sorry, too.” you whisper. “Sorry for what?” he quizzes, looking down at you, puzzled. “For telling you that I love you. It’s true, but I feel like it was not the most appropriate time to tell you with everything that’s going on with Alistar, the company, your-” Max interrupts your sentence “Come with me”. Max strides you across his office floor with his arm around your waist. You both walk over to an unassuming door, which you always thought led to a supply closet. Upon its opening, you step into the room to reveal a whole bedroom, complete with a dining table, sofa, TV and ensuite. You had been Max’s personal assistant for 7 years and had no idea such a room even existed. “Wow” you manage to blurt out in complete shock. “I had this room made so that when I was working long hours my ex-wife and Alistair could stay here” Max explained, adjusting bits and bobs around the room “Although my ex-wife never stayed. She always accused me of sleeping with other women in this bed when in fact I was actually working. I kind of live here now, having sold my estate to pay to keep the company running”

He gestures to you to sit on the timber art deco dining chair, as he picks up the phone on the coffee table. “Alfred. Can you please take a drive and bring back any decent takeout food you find. Make sure to get some for yourself, too”. Max hangs up the phone before turning on the radio and then grabs two wine glasses from the small bar by the lounge and a bottle of red wine. He places both glasses on the table and fills both half way. You pick up your glass and walk over to the floor to ceiling window, overlooking downtown LA. As Max is fussing over tidying and making the room perfect, he glances over to see you standing alone, looking out the window. Lost in your own little world, you feel Max’s large soft hand intertwine with your free hand. “I started black and gold in a shoebox office inside a strip mall, over there, in South LA” he points just in front of the hills. He pauses. “I expect that after I get evicted I won’t even be able to lease that same office”. You give his hand a small squeeze. “Maybe I could help you”. Max looks at you dubiously. “How do you mean?” He inquired.

Just as you were planning to answer, Alfred arrives with some food. Max walks over to your dining chair and pulls it out, gesturing for you to sit. You take your seat and he flaps a linen napkin into your lap, before sitting down adjacent to you. Alfred had bought some delicious Mexican food, the intoxicating smell of meats, cheeses and spices filling the room. “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll call you again if we need anything” Max smiles, patting Alfred on the back as he leaves. You both sit at the table for hours, eating, drinking and talking about the company. Max finally learns the secret that you’ve been hiding about studying at University. “I haven’t officially graduated yet, but learning what I have, I could probably help Black and Gold get out of its current predicament. I also might know some investors that I befriended in the same units as me from the University”. Max shoots you a soft smile. “You really are the best assistant and friend anyone could ask for” he beams, placing his hand on yours. Embarrassed by his compliment and burning with desire to want to kiss him, you stand up and head over to the couch to distract yourself from your intense feelings. Max realises the use of the word friend was probably a poor choice. He must be honest with you and tell you how he feels. Max joins you on the couch where your arms are crossed and you’re staring ahead. You’re trying to avoid eye contact else you’ll burst into flames.

********SMUT ALERT********

“I hope you don’t think I’m rude or ignoring the impassioned declaration you made earlier” Max smiles “I just wanted to give you a semi-decent first date”. You feel your cheeks begin to blush and you unfold your arms. “The truth is” Max continues, resting his hand on yours. “I feel the same way about you. Even before my ex-wife divorced me, I started to fall in love with you. The way you are with Alistair, how committed you are to helping me. I just didn’t think you’d wanna be with an older man like me and even more so when everything started to go downhill”.

You place your hand on top of Max’s, both now staring at each other softly yet intensely. “Max” you turn to face him, edging closer. Max nervously places his hands on your cheeks. “I’ve waited for 7 years, please kiss me”.

Max finally kisses your lips, setting your whole body alight. Dizzy from the sensation, you lay back on the couch as Max follows down on top of you. He begins peppering slow, thoughtfully placed kisses down your jaw and neck. You let out a whimper as your hands twirl through his hair. Every movement he makes is slow, as if he is trying to slow down time and make this moment last forever. Max comes back up and passionately kisses your mouth, your tongue begging his for entrance. As your tongues intertwine, he holds your head and neck with one hand, while stroking your hair with the other. Max holds you gently yet strongly in his arms, like he’s holding onto a fragile Fabergé egg. With the position you’re in on the couch and the impracticality of your work attire in non-work sitting positions, he senses that you’re uncomfortable.

“May I?” He asks, holding the zipper to your dress as he places his arms behind your back. You nod and he slowly unzips it, gently slipping it off you and carefully folding it over the armrest of the lounge. Overcome with passion and desire from Max’s romantic gestures, you blurt out “I want you to take me, Max”. Without a word, he scoops you up in his arms and walks you over to the bed, placing you down gently in the middle. Max sits at the foot of the bed, marvelling at your stunning body. You’re wearing stockings and a purple lingerie set, coincidentally Max’s favourite colour.

Max leans down and kisses the top of your foot, peppering kisses up your legs before reaching the clips of your garter belt. He unclasps them before rolling down the stockings, kissing back down your legs. Burning with desire, you unclasp your bra and garter belt, throwing them to the side of the bed. Max looks up from kissing your legs to see your breasts exposed in the moonlight, your nipples hard from his gaze.

“Y-you look absolutely beautiful” he chokes before climbing up on top of you to reach your face. You blush, feeling Max’s extremely hard cock straining in his suit trousers against your thigh. “Kiss me, Max” you moan, brushing your lips against his and moving your hand down towards his crotch. Max slowly and passionately begins to kiss you, your tongues swirling in each other’s mouths, the taste of wine and chilli making for a sensual combination. As your hand reaches Max’s crotch, you begin to grope and rub his sizeable length, causing him to let out a loud moan. You shoot him a cheeky sexual gaze, but he grabs your hand and brings it up for you to cup the side of his face. “Not just yet my little dove” he whispers. You pout but decide to put your hands to better use and unbutton his shirt, revealing his strong chiseled chest. Max starts to breathe deeper from arousal as you unbuckle his belt and throw it to the floor. “I want to take my time with you” Max whispers “You’ve waited so long and I want this moment to be everything you deserve. I want to worship and pleasure you completely”.

Your pussy is now completely soaked, the faint squelches from your juices against your panties sounds in the background of Max kissing your neck. Maxwell is more preoccupied with taking his time in a combination of making up for lost time with you, giving you the best first time with him and making this moment last as long as possible. “Guide me” Max sighs between kisses, giving you his free hand. Holding it with both hands, you guide him down your neck and to your breasts. Max traces your breasts, flicking your nipples as he watches you whine with pleasure. Slowly he leans down and begins to suck on them, gently swirling his tongue and flicking. He kisses from one breast to the other, squeezing them in his hand. “Your body is perfect. Your skin is so soft.” he moans. By this time you’re rubbing your thighs together in an effort to stimulate your clit without your hands as they’re gripping Max’s dark blonde hair.

“Max, take off your pants” you pant, becoming overstimulated from all this teasing foreplay. He stands up off the bed and unzips his trousers, pulling them down to reveal his rock hard cock. “Oh Max” you moan, reaching down under your panties to touch yourself as his cock twitches. Max hurriedly crawls onto the bed and back up to your face, pulling your hand out of your panties. He brings your fingers close to his mouth and rubs them on his lips before bringing his tongue out to swirl around them, sucking your juices off them. “Touch me Max” you immediately whimper “I need your touch”. Max moans before kissing you passionately. As you both enjoy your tender kiss, Max traces his hand down your body, over your breasts, along your stomach and reaches the edge of your panties. Max reaches into your panties and gently places a finger at the top of your pussy, gently but firmly pressing down as he traces over your clit and down to your opening. Your wetness has coated every inch of your pussy. “You’re so wet” he pants, the sensation starts to send some beads of precum out the tip of his cock. “For you” you moan, writhing in pleasure at his calculated & lingering touch.

Looking deep into your eyes, Max rubs your folds slowly before he inserts two fingers gently but deep inside you. He begins to switch between a circling and a come hither motion on your g-spot, sending sparks shooting up through your body. You arch your back and let out a moan, while Max kisses your neck. “Oh Max baby that feels so good” you moan, gripping the sheets. “You feel amazing” Max sighs, brushing your hair out of your face so he can study your facial expressions as he pleasures you. Just when you thought it couldn’t feel any more amazing, Max places his thumb onto your clitoris, bringing you closer to climax in a matter of milliseconds. “Oh my god Max, Max I’m gonna cum” you moan into his neck, biting him. Max continues fingering you, intently watching your face waiting for you to reach orgasm.

Between Max’s fingering, his kisses and eye contact it doesn’t take long for it all to send you over the edge, riding into a full body orgasm, squirting all over Max’s hand. “You’re so beautiful baby” Max coos, holding your body close with his fingers still inside you as your back arches and your body trembles while you let out a long loud moan. Despite this exquisite display and sensation happening between your legs, Max keeps eye contact with you, peering deep into your soul, completely enamoured. As you start to come down from your orgasm, Max slowly removes his fingers and sucks them clean. “You taste incredible, so sweet baby” he moans, licking the squirt off his hand. As you begin to catch your breath, Max kisses down your body and reaches your pussy, where he begins to lap up the rest of your juices. Very gently, Max parts the puffy pussy lips covering your clit. He starts to lick in between the folds, avoiding your clit as it recovers from the intense orgasm. He travels down to your entrance where he sticks his tongue inside, tasting your juices inside you.

The hum from his moan as he eats you out relaxes you like a lullaby. Max then comes back up to your face, kissing your forehead. “That was incredible Max” you pant, staring up at the ceiling. He rests his lips against your neck, cupping your breast and gently squeezing it and thumbing your nipple. “Let me pleasure you Max, please” you beg, giving him a pleading gaze. Max obliges as you change positions with him now lying on his back. You cup his face with one hand, giving him a loving smile as his hand grabs yours. He starts to kiss you as your hands both guide down his chest, stomach and reach his groin. You begin to tease him, tracing your fingertips around the base of his cock, then up the shaft. Your light touches cause his cock to twitch. “Your touch is magical'' Max groans as your hand grips his shaft and travels up to his tip. His precum has soaked the head, giving you enough lubricant to slowly jerk your hand up and down, gripping tightly.

The sensation for Max is heavenly, panting and moaning between kissing your cheeks and forehead as you concentrate your gaze on his pulsing cock. Your jerking movements become more intense as you look up to see Max with his eyes closed, like he’s dreaming and if he opens them you’ll cease to exist. You continue to jerk him as you kiss his neck, feeling his cock harden even more and begin to pulse rapidly, like he’s getting close. “W-wait” Max whimpers. “I want this night to be about pleasuring you. Your mere presence pleasures me enough.” He kisses your hand & cups your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes. “What can I do to please you? Would you like t-to make love?”. Your heart bursts with emotion as this man is so set on pleasuring you so much. “Yes Max, I would love that very much” you sigh.

You lay back down on the bed, Max lying by your side. He begins to embrace you, running his hands over your body before kissing down your neck and chest as he rubs your clit. Max stops for a moment, studying your beautiful naked body. He then moves down and pushes your legs up, exposing your pussy. As you squeeze your breasts and look at his chiseled jaw, Max nervously lines up his cock before rubbing it on your clit, soaking the tip in your wetness. Impatient with how he’s teasing you, you whisper “Fuck me Maxwell”. Slowly, he pushes his cock down your clitoris and through your folds before the tip pushes inside. Without even being all the way inside, he moans “this must be what Heaven feels like”. With one gentle thrust, he’s completely inside, shuddering as your warm, tight, wet walls squeeze his cock shaft and tip. “Oh my god Max. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment” you moan, as he starts to slowly thrust. “M-me too beautiful” he grunts, feeling pure ecstasy wash over him as your pussy tenses, massaging his twitching length. A few minutes go by of you both silently staring intensely into each other’s eyes, kissing passionately. With every thrust you begin to connect deeper to Max, your bodies intertwining on a physical, emotion and spiritual level. Max’s cock twitches inside you as he watches you moan and bite your lip, squeezing your breasts.

“I can’t believe you love a man, a man like me” Max says still in disbelief, watching your body motion up and down as he slowly strokes in and out of you. He studies your body intensely, watching the moonlight and shadows play across your curves as your breasts bounce with every thrust. “You’re so beautiful Hermosa”, his mother tongue now coming through “como una diosa, like, A-Aphrodité.” he sighs, cupping your face with both hands. You cover his hands with yours, interlocking your fingers, turning your face each way slightly to kiss his palms and stare back at him lovingly and seductively, feeling like you could float away. “Your Aphrodite” you sigh, arching back slightly in pleasure, gripping his hands to guide them down to your breasts for him to lovingly caress and fondle. In slight shock at your romantic response, he immediately leans down whilst thrusting and peppers kisses all over your lips, letting out a sniffle.

With his eyes closed, focusing on lasting to bring you pleasure and to hide his emotions, a few tears drop onto your cheeks as he continues to thrust, now grunting each time into your neck to cover up the small sobs. You kiss his cheek, to take his tears away, the saltiness turning into sweet nectar on your tongue. “It’s okay baby, you can be vulnerable with me, I will protect you. I love you”. You choke, now crying also. Both sharing a connection transcending physically, in that exact moment, without an increase in volume, the lyrics of the Bob Dylan song playing on the radio seem to stand out and ring true in this very moment;

Storm clouds are raging all around my door, I think to myself I might not take it any more. Take a woman like your kind, To find the man in me. But, oh, what a wonderful feeling, Just to know that you are near. Sets my a heart a-reeling, From my toes up to my ears...

Your foreheads now together, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, Max whimpers “I love you so much” as his whole body begins to tense, signalling he’s on the precipice of an orgasm. Feeling his cock become even harder as it thrusts into the deepest part of your pussy, slamming the extra nerves to unlock your powerful orgasm. “Oh my god Max I’m gonna cum” you moan, slamming your eyes shut as you begin to try and slow down so this moment can last forever. “Cum mi reina” Max pants, keeping the tempo of his thrusting steady as the waves of your orgasm reach its peak before crashing down & flooding your entire body. Your body arches and trembles as you scream “Oh Max!” while your pussy clamping down & releasing in pulses on Max’s cock. The sight of you orgasming tied with the sensation around his cock sends Max over the edge. “Cielo” Max groans, shuddering all over as his cock spurts thick ropes of cum against your sensitive cervix. You both share a passionate kiss as Max’s cock softens inside you. “That was amazing Max” you pant, your body weak from the two mind blowing orgasms Max gave you.

Max collapses on the bed beside you, kissing your neck and running his fingers through your hair. “I can’t wait for us to do that again” Max chuckles against your neck. You kiss Max’s forehead, sighing as your body still slightly shakes from the two powerful orgasms Max just gave you. “I think a shower is in order” He embraces you momentarily before scooping you up in his arms and carries you off the bed, walking towards the ensuite. “Are you ever gonna let me walk again?” You giggle, nestling into his neck. “I like feeling you be as close to me as possible” Max laughs, before your feet land back on the tiles inside the bathroom. Max turns on the water and you both step into the shower, the steam now filling the room. Max has an assortment of body washes and shampoos, ranging from musky to citrusy and floral scents. You step closer to Max as he takes some lavender body wash and begins to rub it down your back, his hands dancing over the rest of your body as he starts to wash you. “I know I keep saying this, but you are so beautiful” Max sighs, running his hands over your ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand. “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome” you giggle against Max’s neck.

You both spend at least an hour in the shower, washing each other, chatting and sharing a few more intimate moments. Soon, the wine from dinner, the warm shower water, the scent of lavender and your fatigue from your orgasms starts to take its toll and you feel your eyelids drooping. Max finishes washing you and grabs a towel to help you dry off with. As your eyelids close completely Max has already scooped you up and walked back to the bed, placing you in the middle before wrapping you up in blankets and placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight my love” he whispers. “Mmmm” you moan, already in a dream state. Max soon gets under the covers with you, embracing you tightly as he watches you sleep, twirling his fingers through your hair. The smell of lavender on your skin soon lulls Maxwell to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, dazed and a little hungover, but well rested. As you look around the room, you survey the many pieces of clothes, miscellaneous items and wine bottles strewn across the floor in a tornado of passion from the night before. As your eyes adjust to the sun, you see Max in an under-shirt and pyjama pants over by the dining table. Max, in his own little world, frantically setting the dining table with some breakfast Alfred had brought up while you were sound asleep. He’s making sure everything is laid out perfectly, straightening the cutlery and pouring Orange Juice and Champagne into a glass from the bar. He hears the cotton sheets move behind him, immediately turning around to see if you’re awake. “Good morning beautiful” Max hums, rushing over to the bed to pepper your cheeks and lips with hundreds of little kisses. “Morning handsome” you giggle, running your hands through Max’s hair, in an attempt to match your bed hair. “Are you hungry, mi amor?” he asks between kisses. “I’m famished” you reply, stretching to help you wake up more. As you writhe around in the sheets you notice you’re wearing a chiffon baby doll.

“I hope you don’t mind I uh, had it in the wardrobe & wasn’t sure if you liked to sleep naked so I put it on you just after you fell asleep.” Max laughs, scratching the back of his head. You blush, feeling embarrassed that you got that drunk, but Max’s reassuring smile makes you feel at ease. “I do usually sleep naked, but I like it, it makes me feel beautiful”. Max sighs “so beautiful”, wrapping you up in a tight embrace and planting a single kiss on your forehead. Max scoops you up and carries you out of bed before you lightly plant your feet onto the carpeted floor. As you glance over to the dining table, Max comes up behind you and helps you slip on a long beautiful chiffon robe, accented with feathers on the hem.

“Another little something for my beautiful mariposa” Max coos, kissing your cheek before pulling out your chair at the dining table. You feel like you’re walking on clouds as you step over to your chair and sit down, Max flapping a napkin onto your lap. “Oh my goodness Max you’re such a gentleman” you blush. “My mother taught me to show women the highest level of respect and care. She made me the man who I am today.” Max replies, looking out the window momentarily. You outstretch your arm across the table to squeeze Max’s hand “And she would be so proud of the man that you’ve become” you beam with a sweet smile. Max soon draws your attention to the diverse spread of pastries on the table, pointing out the different fillings of each and asks if you would like coffee. You nod before noticing a large bouquet of red roses in the middle of the table. As Max places a few pastries on your plate, you feel a sense of intense attraction wash over you like a wave.

Your internal monologue starts to read back to itself, reflecting on how loving, generous and respectful Max is towards you. How much he takes care of you and oh god, how handsome he looks…you start to feel aroused by this somewhat submissive gentleman, sensing a rising heat from your core. Max submitted to your every want and desire last night, raising you up and worshipping you like a goddess, now you wanted to submit to him. Knowing now that you can be vulnerable and honest around Max, you lean back in your chair, biting down on a blueberry pastry.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 years ago

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The baker’s daughter

Summary: Mydra never thought she would end up in the local brothel, but after her father died, and she was too young to take over his business as the local baker, she found herself agreeing to what was proposed to her. So she lived at the local brothel, watching the girls and boys work, observing, until one day she finally would be ready to let one man be her first. That she would form somewhat of a friendship with the Prince of Dorne was as surprising to her as it was to him.

Wordcount: 4k+

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x OFC

Warnings: soft Oberyn, mentions of prostitution, loss of virginity, smut, slight voyerism (?)

A/N: With the intention of writing the flilthiest Oberyn smut there ever was naturally my brain made me write the softest Oberyn ever (probably) sorry. Also wow, me writing for Game of Thrones (kinda) who would have thought of that? lol

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When she thought about her future when she was little, Mydra thought that she would maybe become a baker. She used to love baking with her father. He was all the family she had left after her mother had died at childbirth. Until he died only a little over a year ago and her life changed in a matter of weeks. She was too young to take over her father's profession and she didn’t know much about it.

So when she was approached by a woman one day, about to become homeless, she found herself agreeing to something she had never seen for herself:Becoming a whore.

Mydra never had even kissed a boy. Or a girl when she was brought to the brothel. Fortunately, that didn’t change right away. She was just there to observe a silent pair of eyes in the shadowy corners as she watched girls with whom Mydra had become friends please not only men but women.

The thought of selling her body for pleasure wasn’t as strange as it was in the beginning the longer she watched. She felt herself wondering how it felt to please a man. How it felt to be touched. To be so desperate for release that she begged.

She had an arrangement that all the virgin girls had with the Lady of the house. She got to choose the first client whenever she was ready. All the girls at the brothel were there of their free will, free to leave whenever they should choose. Only a small number of girls chose to do so. And the longer she watched the more she didn’t saw herself leaving.

Until the Prince walked in one night.

She had heard rumors about him. Of course, she had. He was the most handsome man she had ever laid her eyes on. And oh the way he gave himself to not only the girls but the boys. He not only was beautiful and charming, but he did also know exactly what he wanted.

It was the third time he had come in when he spotted her in her corner, watching. It was the first time someone had even acknowledged her existence.

His eyes had never left hers as he continued to hold on to the girl who was riding him and she had never felt this aroused before in her life. The moment he reached his peak would forever be burned into her memory, his groan reaching her ears. It was the first time she ever felt a sting of jealousy for only being a silent observant. She wanted to be the girl in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her untouched cunt.

“I’ve never seen you before…” he had caught her by surprise as she tended to fill the bowls with fresh berries and sweets in the common area.

“I’ve been here for a while your highness.” she smiled shyly. He was dressed in gold, his chest only barely covered by his tunics.

“Then I’d like to apologize for not noticing you earlier, my flower.” he hummed, his hand reaching for one of the big strawberries she had just gotten out. Mesmerized she watched as he brought it to his lips, his tongue daring out to catch the sweet nectar.

His lips twitched into a small grin seeing her flustered. She looked young. Maybe too young to be working in a place such as this. He wondered if it had been her choice to stay here. Her beauty was almost breathtaking and he wondered how she would blossom in a couple of years when she truly became a woman. He saw her blush and shyly look away from him.

“What is your name, my flower?” he asked.

“Mydra, but…” she stopped herself before continuing, scared of overstepping.

“But?” Oberyn asked.

“I like it when you call me my flower,” she whispered.

The prince smiled at her warmly. “Then I shall continue to do so, my flower.”

She wasn’t there in the room the next time the prince came to seek release. She had been in another room, yet he found her after, sitting on the big balcony watching the stars. She had not been able to stop thinking about the handsome prince. Mydra had only talked to him for a little while but it didn’t take more time to confirm the rumors about him. He was a gentle and kind man. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was the only person in the world. No one had ever looked at her like that.

“My prince if I may be so bold?” she asked one night. It seemed like a routine. He came into the brothel to seek a quick release only to spend hours with Mydra afterward just talking. He was fascinated by the young woman. Her mind too sharp to be working in a place like this. Not that he had anything against brothels. He was one of their best paying customers after all. But Mydra fascinated him. She was as stunning as she was intelligent. He caught himself thinking about her more often. Imagining her as he sought release in another woman. He knew the rules in this place. Mydra had to be still untouched. A virgin. And something about knowing that no man before had ever laid hands on her was as soothing as it was intriguing.

“You may, my flower.” he smiled, leaning closer. He could see that she was nervous, fiddling with her hands, not meeting his eyes. Slowly he tilted her chin up so she had to look into his eyes. He was so close. She just had to lean in to kiss him. She had been wondering if it was normal for the prince to spend this much time out in the night, not in the safety of his own chambers. But she liked him. He had always been nice to her.

On some level, he felt like a friend. Her only friend. The girls at the brothel asked her about his intentions in spending this much time for her without seeking the comfort of release in her. And frankly, she did too.

“I was wondering if it’s usual to befriend a whore without actually seeking…” she searched for the fright word “physical release?” she asked, sucking her bottom lip in. Oberyn was surprised by her boldness, yet not surprised at all at the same time. He had been with many women before to be able to read their body language. He could see her goosebumps whenever he touched her arm, her hard nipples under her silk tunic and he more than often asked himself if she would be as wet as he was aroused around her.

“My flower… You’re not a whore.” he kept his fingers on her chin, as he looked deep into her eyes. “Not yet at least. You have never been with a woman or a man before, have you?”

“I haven’t.” She whispered, confirming what he had known for weeks and months.

“So you are just a girl living in a brothel until you decide someone is worthy of showing you the wonders of physical release.” he smiled softly.

“What… Why did you never ask for me when you come in here?” she genuinely wanted to know. Because for weeks her dreams were filled with nothing but the prince.

“Because it is you who has to ask, my flower,” he whispered and she swallowed.

“And know that if you would ask, I would decline,” he added and she could practically feel her heart breaking. Of course, the Prince of Dorne wasn’t interested in a virgin wannabe whore such as herself.

“I would decline because you my flower deserve to be bedded in the most delicate of sheets. You deserve to be bathed in affection and you deserve to be loved not fucked like some whore.” She gasped at his words. He slowly leaned in and she was sure her heart stopped beating when his smooth lips brushed softly over hers.

“I would give you the world, Mydra. All you have to do is ask me for it.” he smiled.

A wave of feelings seemed to crash over her at his words. Did he mean it? Did he really mean his words? The longer she stayed here, the more she knew this wasn’t what she wanted from life. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted, but she didn’t want to be a woman of the night. Sleeping with everyone willing to pay for her.

She made the decision a while ago but hadn’t told anyone, too scared to be judged even though all she received in these walls was kindness.

And then there was Oberyn. Yes, he was a friend, but every time he came in to seek release from someone else her heart seemed to break even though she knew it would only be a little while before he would find her, to spend the next hours talking with her. She had never been in love, but the more time she spends with him, the more she thought that maybe what she felt for him was love.

A silly thought. The prince and a baker's daughter who had been thinking about becoming a whore to save her life.

“What is going on in that head of yours?” Oberyn asked, watching her closely.

“It’s silly…” she shook her head.

“Nothing you ever say will be silly, my flower,” he assured her.

“Is that a challenge?” she grinned and Oberyn chuckled.

“If you seek one, yes.”

She breathed in deep.

“My prince, I fear I will not be able to… agree to what you propose as my heart is not strong enough to share what I have no right in to be mine,” she whispered. Oberyn’s heart stuttered at her words before he smiled softly.

“Then your heart shall not have to share, my love.”

My love. She blinked at him, her heart fluttering as she registered his words.

“But you’re the Prince of Dorne. Surely there are rules. If I understand what you implied correctly… I… Oberyn I don’t think… I… You could… We could never…”

“Breathe for a moment and listen to me?” he pleaded, reaching for her hands. She nodded, concentrating on his breathing.

“I do not care if you are a princess, a whore, or a baker's daughter. I have been fascinated with you the first time my eyes found yours, hidden in the darkness, observing the passion of the moment. But it was only after we started to talk that I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep away. Do you know why it is that I come in nearly every night, seeking out other girls instead of you?” She shook her head as she listened.

“Because deep down I know I’m not worthy of you, my love.” One of his hands came up to caress her cheek as she frowned.

“I’m not a good man. I kill, I cheat, I fuck. You are so pure, my flower. You don’t know about the ruthlessness that this world can be.” he shook his head.

“But I can’t stop thinking about you. At night, when I’m alone I’m wondering if you’re happy. When I eat I question if you had something to eat. When I walk through the gardens, I wonder which flower would be your favorite. All my thoughts throughout the day are filled with you."

Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes at his words.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever met.” she smiled a little, making him laugh.

“How many men have you actually talked to yet?”

“It doesn’t matter.” she shook her head. “What if I want to ask you to be my first?” she whispered.

“Then you would have to agree with my terms as well,” he answered.

“And what terms are those?” she asked, getting closer to him.

“There’s only two. The first one is that I also intend to be your last. Don’t get me wrong, you and I would be allowed to seek out pleasure in the arms of another if wanted but only if we’re both present.” he said and she swallowed, breathing in deep. Bold she crossed her arms in his neck as he turned towards her.

“What is the second term?” She breathed.

“That you agree to become my wife,” he whispered.

The following weeks went by in a haste. Mydra had moved to the Old Palace joining Oberyn in his quarters. She really had agreed to become his wife. The Princess of Dorne. Lady Martell.

She didn’t know what to expect but Oberyn had assured her that everyone would welcome her with open arms. The only concern that has ever been voiced was by Ellaria, when she visited. Oberyn and her had still a strong bond, not only because of their daughters but because of the love they still shared. They had grown apart after many years together, yet the woman was still looking out for him. Ellaria had taken her aside one day to take a walk through the gardens.

“You’re so young. Are you sure you want to become the wife of a prince?” She had asked. Mydra had only smiled at her.

“I didn’t agree to marry him to become the wife of a prince. I agreed to marry him because he is the man I love. Deeply. That he is the Prince of Dorne is only a side note for me.”

“And what about children?” Ellaria had asked.

“I never thought about children and we didn’t talk about it yet. Though I probably wouldn’t deny him if he asked.” Mydra shrugged. “Which doesn’t mean I won’t love his daughters as if they were my own.” Even though she was only by a few years older than his oldest.

“You really love him.” Ellaria mused.

“I really do.”

It was the day before the wedding she sneaked out after dinner to go to the roof of the palace. It had quickly become her favorite place, overlooking the whole town. She still felt like she was in a dream. She prayed she would never wake up. Mydra was about to become the Princess of Dorne, marrying the man she loved more than anything.

Oberyn had made right to his terms. From the day he had taken her out of the brothel he had never set foot into this or any other brothel again. He hadn’t made love to her yet, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t shared the bed from the moment she agreed to live with him and become his.

Innocent touches grew more passionate over the weeks. Only this morning she woke up with his head nested between her thighs, just before she called out his name in a soft moan as she reached her peak. He was a master and knew exactly what to do to make her see stars. But Mydra was a quick learner. It was only a couple of days ago that she sank onto her knees in front of him as he stood outside on his balcony, looking down at his people as she wrapped her hot lips around his half hard cock, sucking until he shot his load down her throat.

She couldn’t wait to finally be his.

“There you are my flower.” She heard his deep voice behind her as she leaned over the walls of the roof, looking down at the people celebrating the night before the big wedding. Her wedding. She felt Oberyn on her back, as his arms pulled her with her back against his chest, kissing her temple as she looked down.

“They’re happy to get a new princess,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. Mydra closed her eyes, tilting her head, to give him more space as she melted against him.

“I’m just happy to marry the man that I love,” she whispered, her hands coming down over his on her stomach.

“Oh, how lucky I am. An old man stealing the most beautiful girl in the seven kingdoms and trapping her with me.” he teased and she chuckled. Turning in his arm, she crossed her arms in his neck, her hands playing with the dark curls of his hair. He loved it when her fingernails lightly scratched his scalp.

“It is me who is the lucky one. Only weeks ago I was without family and without a real home and now I have both and a man who I love. I have so much to be thankful for.” She smiled softly. Oberyn leaned down, capturing her lips in a longing kiss.

“I can’t wait to have you for myself. I’m going to make sure you feel me for days…” he whispered against her lips.

“Promises promises.” she teased, gasping when one of his hands on her ass pulled her close, rolling his hips against her.

“I’m a man of my word, my love.” he grinned, kissing her neck.

“Then why did you leave me waiting for so long, my prince?” she asked, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning as he went deeper.

“Because anticipation is a virtue,” he murmured, pushing the thin fabric over her left breast to the side before he closed his lips around her already hard nipple. She threw her head back, her hands still in his hair as he nipped on her hard nub.

“Oberyn…” she gasped.

“You, my love need to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,” he whispered against the valley of her breast before he pulled the fabric in its original setting.

“You’re not the red viper, you’re the devil.” She teased.

“Oh if only you knew….” He pecked her on the lips before he led her to her shared chambers.

The day seemed to run buy in seconds. From the moment Mydra opened her eyes in the morning, woken up by her husband-to-be with kisses all over her face to the moment they shared their vows.

Mydra was wearing a golden silk dress that made her truly feel like a princess. Oberyn’s eyes hadn’t left hers for the entire day. His hands were always connected to her body. They shared kisses throughout the whole day. Oberyn was her husband. Her prince. Her life. She still couldn’t wrap her head around how much had changed since she agreed to be his. Of course, she had also heard the whispers about her. One doesn’t just marry the Prince of Dorne knowing his reputation. But she never doubted him for once. Oberyn was everything but a liar.

“Are you tired yet, my wife?” she heard Oberyn. Turning to her side he smiled down at her. He had left her shortly to say goodnight to his daughters. He winked at her and she felt a nervous knot in her belly.

“Now that you’re asking, I do feel rather sleepy, husband.” she took his hand, helping her up with the many layers of silk she wore.

“Then we shall let the festivities continue.” he smiled, leaning in. “And have our private celebration in our chambers.” he kissed her deeply and she grinned against his lips, the cheers around them making both of them chuckle.

The way to their chambers took some time as they stole sweet kisses from each other. Oberyn couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy. Seeing his wife dressed in his colors, now fully knowing she was his, made him feel like a young stallion again. He opened the door to their chambers, pulling her into his arms as she giggled against his neck. She pushed the door closed behind them.

“What now, my love?” she asked a teasing smile on her lips. He set her down on their bed, leaning over her.

“Now…” he leaned down, both hands next to her face as she looked up. “Now I'm going to fuck you until you can’t walk, my flower.” He kissed her. “This is what you wanted for weeks, is it not?”

“Yes, my prince.” she gasped, her hands on his chest, pushing under his garments to reveal his tanned skin.

“My needy little flower.” he hummed, kissing down her body, slowly peeling the layers of the fabric of her dress away, revealing her body to him. She pushed his garments off his shoulders, leaning up herself to kiss his chest. Oberyn smiled, standing up and pulling the skirts of her dress down, leaving her completely naked laying on their bed.

“No undergarments. What a naughty girl you are.” He shook his head with a smirk. She bit her lip as she watched him.

“Maybe I should have insisted on a third term.” he pushed his pants from his hips, leaving him naked in front of her.

“What shall be the third term?” she whispered, sliding farther onto the bed as he kneeled on the bed.

“No undergarments for the rest of our lives,” he smirked, his hand bringing her ankle to his lips, as he slowly kissed up her leg.

“Maybe I’ll agree to your third term.” he heard Mydra say. He looked up at her with dark eyes.

“Name yours then.” he grinned, kissing her public bone.

“Just love me,” she whispered.

“Forever,” he promised before he settled down between her thighs. He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted her to remember this day for many years to come. Teasing her with featherlight kisses on her outer lips, she wiggled beneath him. One of his hands came up to grab hers, as he finally licked one long strip through her cunt. She squeezed his hand, a low moan coming over her lips.

“Sing for me, my love,” he murmured before his lips closed around her clit.

“Oberyn…” she gasped, her other hand in his hair, as she pushed her hips up meeting his movements.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” he flattened his tongue, flicking it until he heard the familiar whimper of his wife as she came undone. He would gladly spend the rest of his life between her thighs.

“My love…” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her cunt before he crawled up kissing her deeply. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips, her hands on both sides of his face.

“Make love to me my prince,” she whispered, her hand finding his already leaking cock pumping it slowly. He kissed her again, before he replaced her hand with his, lining himself up.

“I’ll be gentle. If you want me to stop, just say the word,” he whispered, kissing her nose, making her smile.

“I trust you, husband.” she nodded, her arms closing around his back as he slowly pushed into her tight and untouched channel. He watched her closely, her face frowning as she breathed in deeply at the intrusion.

“Keep going…” she whispered, the burn of his girth pressing into her overwhelming. She felt everything at once. Pain at the unfamiliar feeling, pleasure at what was about to come, and happiness of finally being one with Oberyn. They both moaned in union when he was settled completely inside of her. He kissed her, trying to wait for her to tell him to move.

“I love you, my flower.” he whispered.

“Move, Oberyn.” she whimpered. Slowly he thrusted into her, one of his hands entwined with her on the bed while he leaned on his elbow above her showering her face with featherlight kisses. She slowly began to meet his thrusts, the burning feeling of him inside her turning into ecstasy. Crossing her legs behind his waist, she held onto him, her nails scratching over his back.

“I shall die a happy man buried deep inside the cunt of the woman that I love.” he groaned, his thrusts getting faster.

“So big…” she cried out, throwing her head back as he snapped his hips against hers.

“Let go for me, my love.” he sucked on her neck, feeling her walls already tighten.

She cried out when she came, and he followed shortly after, spilling his seed deep inside her belly. He didn't part, staying inside of her as he kissed her deeply.

“Are you alright my flower?” he asked.

“More than alright.” She smiled up at him, her hands playing with his hair. She wiggled beneath him, making him groan.

“Already tired, old man?” she teased with a smile.

“Be careful who you call old man here, my love.” he smiled back kissing her forehead.

It was two days later they emerged from their chambers.

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illogicalpunkwrites · 4 years ago

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Diplomacy

Hello! Hope everyone is doing well! This is another McCoy fic and I’ve got one for Scotty in the works. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading!

Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: Smut, cursing, jealousy, angst, fluff, the whole works

Words: 4.3k

Tags: @bloodangelballerina @theweepingvulcan91

You groaned as you read the message from Jim, already trying to find a way out of it.

All commanding officers were to go to a Gala on the metropolitan planet of TIbbea. Meaning, you’d have to dress up and attempt to kiss ass to uphold the reputation of Star Fleet.

Fantastic.

XXXXXX

You sat next to Leonard as you sipped the brandy he’d pulled out from his cabinet, some oldies playing in the background. You and Leonard had grown close, surprising everyone by becoming good friends despite the rocky beginnings. Bickering had given way to teasing, but that wasn’t to say that the bickering ended.

“So I take it you’re not looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked and you snorted.

“Absolutely not. They also still haven’t given me a new dress uniform so I’ve got to wear the most uncomfortable thing on the planet. Thankfully, it’s just black but I prefer slacks over that thing any day.”

“Hey, I hate that monkey suit. I think I’d rather wear a dress.” You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We can always switch.”

“Nah, I don’t think I could pull it off.” He replied and you two simply listened to the music. While ancient country wasn’t your taste, you had made Leonard watch enough of your movies that you owed him some of your time. “At least you can dance, right?”

“Can you?” He made a more or less sign. “I don’t really like to. I’ll stay near the bar and appetizers. Maybe you’ll meet some nice Orion girl to dance with.”

“I’ll just stay at the bar with you, darlin;. Maybe a Ferengi will woo you off your feet.” You snickered into your drink.

“If they buy me a drink, sure.” There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, but you didn’t notice Leonard’s heart nearly beating out of his chest. You only noticed something was off when he dragged his hand over his face. “You alright?”

“Uh, yeah. I was actually wondering if any of the other officers asked you to be their...accompany them to the gala?”

“No, why?”

“How about you go with me? Seems like we both want the same thing of staying out of the way and drinking them out of the house.” He joked. You hoped he didn’t notice your cheeks heating up as you looked back down into your glass.

“Sounds great, Len.”

Stars, he loved it when he called you that.

XXXXXX

The hall was ornately decorated with white walls and gold accents, a grand staircase, and breathtaking portraits of previous rulers of the planet. It seemed like it was something out of a fairy tale or a palace from Europe. Star Fleet took you to so many places but you never thought you would be in as nice a place as this.

You squirmed a little outside of the grand hall, the straps of your heels digging into your ankles, the garter belt that held your phaser chafing against your other thigh. Nyota and Janice had a lot of fun helping you get ready, an unspoken giddiness between the two. When you probed them as to why they were so adamant about getting you ready, they simply smiled and said “no reason”. Luckily for them, Spock had chosen to take Nyota as his date and Hikaru had kindly asked Janice to be his.

You had to admit they had done a great job but you weren’t surprised. Their makeup and hair were always impeccable.

You didn’t notice Leonard standing behind you and staring at you. He was in awe of how you looked. He always thought you looked beautiful but seeing you in your onyx gown was something else. It hugged you in the right places, showed off your shoulders with the loose sleeves, and the slit up your leg made you look like a goddess.

Dear God you were going to be the death of him.

You fixed your hair a little before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun to see Leonard in his dress uniform. While you knew he hated the monkey suit, he looked so handsome. His eyes were even brighter than usual and he had run just a little bit more gel through his hair.

“Hello there.” You greeted. He looked you up and down and you ran your hands over the silky material of the skirt. “Told you it was awful.”

“What’re you talking about? You look...you look gorgeous, darlin’.” Your eyes widened and you knew he saw the blush on your chest and cheeks.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He offered you his arm and you took it, walking into the grand hall and looking out for your crewmates. You took note of the many different races that were there and the line to great the king and queen.

“Jim needs a chair like that.” You commented, looking at the throne that was decorated with the overarching symbol of the national Tibbean religion. It was imposing to say the least and you wondered if it would even fit in the transporter room.

“What? So his ego can get bigger?” You both chuckled and made your way down the stairs and towards the bar.

“I see we’re sticking to the plan?” You asked.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Old fashioned, right?” You smiled, loving how he remembered your favorite cocktail.

“Yes please.” He ordered that for you and boulevardier for him. One of the bartenders quickly made them and slid them over to the two of you, the glasses heavy and almost a little gaudy.

“To drinking them out of the house!” He toasted and you chuckled.

“To drinking them out of their palace.” You corrected. You sipped your cocktail and, though you had many before, it was the best old fashioned you’d ever had. “Damn that’s good. I gotta figure out what bourbon they used.”

“I doubt you’d be able to afford it, darlin’.”

“Hey, if I take more credits from Scotty in poker I just might.” He scooted closer to you so you were practically resting against him.

“You gotta teach me your tricks.” “What? And let you take away my credits? I don’t think so.” You responded cheekily. You watched as Jim approached the king and queen, supposedly thanking them for their invite and talking up Star Fleet.

“It isn’t even a game for you anymore! You win every time.” He complained and you laughed.

“Doctor McCoy, I don’t play games. Poker is just a means to an end to be able to get everyone’s credits.”

“Never took you for a scrooge. You can tell me something”

“I never realized you were so whiny.” You replied and his jaw dropped in feigned shock. “Oh shut it, you know it’s true. ‘Jim, I’m a doctor not a brick layer. Spock you realize this is impossible. (Y/N) you need to be more careful’. Dammit Jim can’t you-” He elbowed you a little and you laughed, his arm going around your shoulders.

“You two certainly look like you’re having fun.” Jim said as he approached with the other members of the crew that had beamed down. You both sipped on your drinks as the others talked about how beautiful the planet was. Scotty was impressed with their liquor selection just like you were, Janice couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the paintings, Nyota was in awe of the poetic music that played, and Hikaru was obsessed with the native plants that nearly glowed with color.

“Please Spock, dance with me.” Nyota begged, already a little tipsy. She was always a lightweight, ever since meeting her your first day on the Enterprise.

“Of course, ashayam.” He replied and held out his arm for her to take and lead her to the floor. You and Leonard looked at each other, hardly believing the Vulcan could be so smooth.

“Miss Rand, if I may.” Sulu offered his hand, Janice laughing as she took it. Scotty lead Lieutenant Mira, Jim grabbed Carol, which eaft you and Leonard against the bar still. You were feeling the effects of your second old fashioned and decided “to hell with it”.

“Len, come dance with me.” He sputtered into his drink and quickly wiped his chin.

“Uh, I thought you didn’t dance.”

“I never said that, I just never answered your question. So will you dance with me?” You replied, placing your glass down and reaching to grab his hands. “Well...Look darlin’-”

“I’ll dance with you.” A deep voice called. You turned to see a Daliwakan leaning against the bar near you. “I’m Ivvoid, junior ambassador to the Daliwakans.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself and your rank aboard the Enterprise.

“Dr. McCoy, CMO of the Enterprise.” He introduced and you didn’t fail to miss how his chest seemed to literally puff up.

“Come, Commander. Indulge in me a little and dance.” Before you could object, he grabbed your elbow and led you to the floor. His other hand quickly went to your waist as you stepped in time to the music.

“You have to forgive me, I’m not a talented dancer.” You told him sheepishly, keeping in mind you had to keep up a diplomatic presence. You wished Leonard was with you instead.

“To be honest, neither am I. But who ever heard of an ambassador who couldn’t dance?” You laughed softly at him as he lead the little waltz you were having. You could practically feel Leonard’s eyes on you. “Who is the CMO to you?”

“What?”

“Who is he to you? Just a crewmate?” He replied and you furrowed your brows at him.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, if I wish to get to know you better I would want to know whether you are spoken for or not.” He replied bluntly. You were a little stunned, something unusual for you. You didn’t realize that was a trait amongst the Daliwakans.

“Well, he is my date for the night.” You explained and you saw the ridges on his forehead raise.

“Just for the night then? You two aren’t together?”

“Well no, I don’t suppose we are.” You replied honestly.

“Fantastic! You know, back on my planet women-”

XXXXXX

Nyota looked over at Spock’s shoulder to see Leonard still leaning against the bar while you danced with someone else. She knew that there was something going on between the two of you, but you were both too stubborn and blind to do anything. If he wasn’t going to do anything, she would just have to push him.

“Spock, let’s move near Doctor McCoy.”

“Are you planning something?” Nyota smiled up at him and he did as she asked. “Doctor.”

“Spock, Uhura.” Leonard replied as he sipped on his third drink of the night. He saw how flustered you were getting and couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his chest.

“Leonard, why don’t you go over there? She obviously doesn’t want to be there.”

“What’re you talking about? She’s laughing at everything he says and hasn’t stopped dancing with him.” He grumbled.

“Perhaps she is merely trying to be diplomatic. It’s hard to reject an offer from an ambassador.” Spock replied and Nyota grabbed his hand in a Vulcan kiss, showing that he had done a good job.

“Nah, she likes him.” She looked over again and saw how stiff you were. Sometimes she really wanted to slap Leonard for not catching on to the obvious things.

“Really? You think so? Maybe she just needs someone else to go save her, be assertive! Go over there!” Leonard polished off his glass and moved away from the bar.

“Nah, leave her be.” She looked up at Spock and he led her back to the dance floor, hoping to lift her spirits again. Nyota looked across to Janice who sported a disappointed look on her face. XXXXXX

You looked away from the ambassador to see Leonard going back up the stairs of the grand hall. Your eyes widened and you mouth went slightly agape. You let go of the ambassador’s hand and, against his protests, quickly made your way through the crowd.

“Wait, Commander!”

“I’m sorry, I have to go!” You caught Leonard going around a corner and followed him, wondering where he could possibly be going. He went up another set of stairs and you followed, but he had gone into one of the many rooms before you could see which one. You opened each one, looking around, before you found a study. You saw his back turned towards you as he leaned with his palms against a desk. The window in front of him showing the dark purple sky with triple moons illuminating his figure.

“Dammit.” He sighed to himself and you quietly closed the door behind you.

“Hey, I thought we were going to drink the entire bar?” You joked but he didn’t laugh. You approached him and rubbed his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” He bit back. You stepped back a little but your hands didn’t leave him. “I’m sorry. Go back downstairs, have fun.”

“I was having fun with you.”

“You were having fun with the ambassador.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.

“He was cocky and dull.”

“You laughed an awful lot.” He scoffed. You pulled away from him and crossed your arms across your chest.

“Doctor McCoy, are you jealous?” You teased, but your teasing nature went away when he didn’t say anything. “Len-”

“Darlin’, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

“No you don’t.” He turned to see you. Again, he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful you looked against the purple light. “What’s going on? We were having fun, I asked you to dance with me and you didn’t want to, the ambassador didn’t even really ask just took me over, now you’re upset.”

“I never said I didn’t want to dance with you.” He said. “I just didn’t have the...”

“Balls?” He finally laughed a little at that.

“Yeah. He kinda stepped in before I could finally get some.” You heard the music lightly coming through the door and walked over to him, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist and you locked yours around his neck.

“There we go. That’s better.” You said. He rested his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. You swayed together to the faint music, breathing in his musky cologne and your warm and spicy perfume. His arms tightened around you so the tips of your noses touched. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. While he was someone who didn’t particularly like dancing, he didn’t mind it with you. “You don’t have to be jealous, y’know.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t want anyone else.” His breath hitched as one of your hands slid down to cup his jaw.

“Darlin’, don’t play games.”

“You heard me earlier. I don’t play games.” You closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him softly. One of the hands wrapped around your waist went up to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer. It didn’t take him long to start kissing you back, taking your bottom lip between his. His lips were a little chapped but damn did he know how to kiss. You felt your entire body melting into him as every nerve ending fired. You had to keep yourself from whining when he pulled away.

“I’ve been wanting that to happen a long time.”

“Me too.” He leaned down to kiss you again, fiercer this time as he lead you against the desk. His hands went up to cup your jaw as you grabbed at his back, the dress uniform’s scratchy fabric unpleasant against your fingernails. His tongue darted into your mouth and you welcomed him as he teased you. His hands started moving all over you, wanting to feel as much of you as possible. His mouth moved against your jaw, down to you neck and stopped there. Your breathing had picked up as he kissed against the juncture of your neck and collarbone. “Len-” You gasped out when he kissed, sucked the skin into his mouth. You didn’t care about the mark that would be left there as his lips pressed a soft kiss to the red spot he had created. He pulled away to look at you, his lips slightly swollen.

“Darlin’ I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted to kiss you, to taste you, to feel you.” Your breathing picked up even more as you were rendered speechless. “I just need you to tell me to stop and I will.”

“I don’t want you to. Please Len, don’t stop.” you whispered, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head. You leaned forward and pulled the collar of his shirt down and leaned to give him the same mark he had given you. His hand went to your exposed thigh, feeling the garter that held your phaser. “Always have to be prepared.” You joked, breaking some of the tension. He smiled and pulled the phaser to set it on the chair behind the desk. His hand slid up your thigh again and you jumped a little as he finally reached your panties. His fingers creeped in to find that bundle of nerves that was screaming for attention.

“Shit.” He cursed when he felt how wet you were. He started slowly circling it and your hands went to his biceps, squeezing tightly. His finger moved away from your clit and into your core, quickly joined by a second finger. You were tight around his fingers and you wondered how tight you would feel around his cock. He moved his fingers around a little until he found the spot that made you clench around him and moan into his mouth.

“Yes!” You sighed, his thumb going to rub your clit has his fingers curled inside of you. You messed with his shirt with shaky hands, trying to open it to feel at least some of his skin. When you succeeded, you ran your hands down his chest to reach for his slacks. You pressed your lips together when you felt the bit of wetness at the bulge. You unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down his hips enough to free his cock that slapped against his belly. You both moaned to each other as you ran the palm of your hand over his tip. You encircled him and started jerking him off slowly. The coil in your belly was growing tighter as he continually tapped against you while rubbing the most sensitive part of you. While you always secretly admired his hands, you had underestimated how good his fingers would be. “Shit wait, I don’t want to come yet.”

“What do you need? Whatever you want.” He replied desperately.

“I need you inside me now. I can’t wait anymore.” He cured under his breath and you bunched up your skirt so it wouldn’t get ruined. He pulled his fingers and you swore you could’ve come just from watching him smear your wetness over his cock. He wrapped one of his arms back around your waist with the other holding it, your arms going to grip at his shoulders. His cock caught at your entrance and he grasped the base of himself before slowly starting to push in. Both of your mouths dropped open as he sank into you with small rolls of his hips.

“Fuck you feel too damn good.” You mewled as his accent came out even more. He finally bottomed out inside of you and he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders. “You alright?”

“Perfect, you feel perfect.” You two stayed like that for a moment or two, basking in each other before your hips started to roll as best as they could against him. One of his hands left you to grip the edge of the desk as he pulled out to the tip to push back into you roughly. You could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold back as much as he wanted to as your body bounced against him and the desk creaked underneath you and the fact that you knew the grip he had on your hip would leave bruises. You hooked one of your legs higher around his waist and he gasped out when he sunk even deeper into you. The angle allowed for him to hit the spot that he had found earlier and if it wasn’t for him you would’ve collapsed against the desk. You muffled your cries against his shoulder, still cognisant that you were at a gala.

“Shit, darlin’ I’m not gonna last much longer.” You shook your head against him.

“Me neither.”

“Rub your clit, c’mon.” He groaned into your ear and one of you shaky hands reached down to sloppily circle your clit. He cursed and bit his lip when he felt you clench around him tighter. “C’mon honey, come for me.” Your legs started shaking around him and you felt that coil turning even tighter. “Please come for me.” He whined and you felt that resolve snap inside of you, tingling through every part of your body as your back bowed to press your breasts against him. He kissed you to swallow your cries as your body convulsed. He was soon grunting and groaning loader before you felt hotness cover your walls and his thrusts becoming shorter and deeper. His knuckles were blanched as they went to move your hair out of your face, feeling the imprints the lines of the desk made on his fingers and his breath puffing out against you. Your hands went to feel his pecs, to feel his heart beating wildly.

“See? Told ya you didn’t need to be jealous.” You panted and he chuckled against you, the sound reverberating through you. He leaned down to give you a sweet kiss against your forehead and nuzzled against you.

“We should probably get cleaned up.” He pulled up your panties and you stood up from the desk, squirming when you felt come slide out of you. “Maybe that’ll keep you from dancing with someone else.” You rolled your eyes lovingly and grabbed your phaser to put it back in your garter. You helped him look presentable again and kissed his cheek before going to the door. He grabbed your hand and pulled your back to his chest. “This wasn’t the way I thought that this would happen, but I’m glad it did.”

“How did you want it to happen?” He looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over the mark he had made on your shoulder.

“I would’ve taken you out first once I’d finally gotten the courage to ask you out. Maybe I’d take you to a nice restaurant on a planet like this to get some real food, not replicated. I might take you to a place where you could see the stars because you love ‘em so damn much even though you’re constantly surrounded by them. I was actually trying to track down an old movie you loved so that we could watch it together. I was thinking I would make my move then.” You smiled up at him and played with the medals on his shirt.

“Those things can still happen, y’know. We can still do all of that.” You said. “I would really like to.”

“Me too.” He gave you another kiss before you both left the room, hoping you didn’t leave behind too big of a mess.

XXXXXX

“Janice, I thought it would happen too.” Nyota consoled the yeoman as they wondered where the two of you had went. They had assumed you had both beamed back to the ship after realizing the other was busy either dancing or wallowing.

“But it was perfect! It was just like those sappy vids! Pretty dresses, dancing, two people who won’t admit they’re in love! I just want them to be happy.” “Plus it doesn’t help that we have a bet going.” Hikaru interjected. “If they didn’t get together tonight then she owes me fifty credits.” Nyota shook her head incredulously.

“You two are-” She stopped when she saw the two of you walk back down the stairs together again. “Oh stars-”

“Yes!” Janice celebrated. “Pay up, Hikaru!”

“Wait, that’s not proof of anything!” He whined.

“Think again, hickey at three o’clock.” Hikaru leaned against the table near him and groaned.

“What’s going on?” You asked and they didn’t miss how Leonard had his arm around your waist.

“Oh nothing, we’re just about to toast.” They grabbed some bubbly by a waiter walking by. “To new beginnings and old bets!” Your brows furrowed but you drank from the flute anyway.

You’d figure out what they meant later. For now, you relished being with your doctor and friends.

“C’mon, I owe you a dance.” He said in your ear, leading you away from your friends. Unlike before, you assumed a more formal position with your hand in his, the other on his shoulder, and his other on your hip.

“Glad to see you finally made it out!” Jim chuffed. “Must’ve had enough bourbon.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Leonard replied and you chuckled. Leonard’s eyes suddenly narrowed over your shoulder before you heard a familiar voice.

“Commander, glad to see you made it back! May I steal you for a moment?” The ambassador asked and you sighed.

“No, you may not.”

“But-”

“She said no. Go chase an asteroid.” Leonard replied and you were surprised at the way he talked.

“Excuse me?”

“Excuse us.” You replied and pushed Leonard away from the ambassador before a diplomatic incident occurred. “Y’know, we’re trying to suck up here.”

“Never was one for kissing ass.” He mused.

“Ah, always with that southern charm.”

“It got you, darlin’.”

#leonard mccoy x reader #Leonard McCoy #star trek #star trek aos #star trek TOS #Star Trek Fanfiction

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bluemusickid · 4 years ago

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𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex (do not recommend, pls be wise) Ransom's hurt ego/pride.

A/N: I love Ransom so much. I'd probably let him get away with murder, which is probs wrong since I'm a law student. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Also the writing is crap and not at all intelligent, I just needed to let off some Ransom steam. ^_^

I post my stuff here and on AO3, nowhere else.

You took a sip of your martini. Perfect. The one thing about these high end resto-bars was that they never went wrong with their martinis. Always the right balance of sweet and intoxication. If only you could always afford these places.

You didn't mean to sound bitter, oh no no. Life has worked out better than expected. Your way of life got lonely sometimes, but survival of the fittest was the way of life, right?

In your experience, doing what you did, you realised that men were very literal creatures, always thinking linearly. Most of them lacked any depth to their thoughts, their way of life. The rich ones? They were as deep as an above ground pool. Throwing money every chance they got, flaunting their first row seats at the operas, trips to their villas in the French Riviera and what not. Their wives had no idea, always doting after their perfect husbands, with their Himalayan Birkins.

Imagine the surprise these men felt when you took what was most precious to them; no, not their families or children, but their money. A woman, no less. A woman who they had considered a damsel, in need of pearls and diamonds, and their strong strapping arms and care. And they didn’t dare report this. How could they? As far as their wives were concerned, you didn’t exist. You snorted. Good riddance, and all that.

That’s why you chose him.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

He wasn’t a different one, that's for sure. A pretty boy with arrogance dripping off of him like he had just stepped out of a swanky prep school. He screamed rich kid, with his perfectly coiffed hair, right to his buffed fingernails.

This should be easy, you thought to yourself.

You walked passed him, swaying your hips ever so slightly. Your look for tonight was carefully calculated: bait for a good, prize catch. There were many men there, sure, ordering crates of champagne for their "business associates".

But this one was different. He didn't pay heed to you as you made your way towards him, placing yourself next to him at the bar, nor did he check you out like most men did. He simply took a swig of his drink, focusing hard at something in his phone. Weird. You chose to give him the benefit of the doubt, calculating his next move. Surely, he'd ask to buy you a drink. He was just playing hard to get, you were sure. His next move stunned you, however.

He got up, slid a 100 dollar bill on the counter, and walked away, his jacket slung over his arm. You blinked, not really understanding what had happened. You ordered a red wine, quite perplexed. This was perhaps the first time something like this had happened, and it quite perturbed you.

You didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, however, as the bartender slid a coaster towards you.

“Mr. Drysdale sends his regards.”

You frowned. Drysdale? The famous real estate mogul? Man oh man, this was gonna be good.

You smirked as you read the scribbles on the coaster. To think you thought that he was gonna be different. Oh well. Room 537 it is, then.

You made your way to the room, checking your makeup and spritzing on a bit of perfume on the way. Standing outside his room, you knocked three times before the door swung open to reveal a treat.

Mr. Drysdale, sans shirt and his tight dress pants. Yum.

You composed yourself and entered the room, remembering the fact that you had a job to complete.

“So, that’s your game?” you asked, setting yourself down on the settee by the minibar.

“I don’t play games.” he said, pouring an amber liquid from the crystal cut decanter.

“Then why bother giving me your room number?” you drawled, accepting the glass.

“I know you wanted me to chase you. Knew it from the moment you entered. But that’s not how I work. I get what I want, and I wanted you.”

“A real charmer, aren’t ya?” you said dryly.

“Let’s cut to the chase sweetheart. You want me, I want you. Simple.”

“How can you be so sure that I want you? I could have just come up to confront you or something.”

“Yea, right. That dress says differently. You know what you want and you were going after it. I just skipped a few steps along the way. You’re welcome.” he smirked, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow at you.

“So now that your plan has come into play, what do you suggest we do?”

He grinned and took a swig of his drink. Placing his drink on the counter, he took your hand in his and pulled you up, pulling you tightly to him.

Leaning towards your ear, he rasped, “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.”

With that, Ransom didn’t waste any more time. He picked you up bridal style and tossed you on the bed, without any preamble.

“Last chance to leave, kitten. Whaddaya want?”

You gulped. You wanted this, you needed this. You didn’t bother answering him as you pulled him down by his tie, lips melding against his as you held onto his collar. He was surprised by your sudden attack, but reciprocated equally, if not with more ferocity.

Lowering you onto the bed, he yanked the thin straps of your dress down, sucking at your pulse point, his hands caressing your body. You moaned, feeling his actions go straight to your core, lighting you up from within. He pulled the dress down with urgency, freeing your breasts from their confines.

Taking a hardened nub in his mouth, he swirled it around his tongue as his hands wandered lower. He was about to pull your dress up, when you stopped his wandering hands, pushing him off you, as he looked at you, bewildered.

“What the-!” he began but you quickly silenced him with your lips, your hands working double time to undo the buttons of his shirt. You deepened the kiss pulling him by his tie, while grinding against him ever so slightly. He broke away from the kiss, panting; his eyes wide, an unknown emotion swirling in the midst.

“Oh sweetheart.”he growled, “You’ve awoken the beast, now.”

With that, you were lost in a frenzy of movements. He nearly ripped your dress off, throwing you on the bed, caging you underneath his body. Lowering himself, he nipped and sucked at your neck, your collarbone, your breastbone, his voracious tongue leaving fire in its wake. You gasped, fingers making their way to his messy locks. What had started off as a game, a new target, was quickly becoming something more, and that thought scared you.

Eyes on the prize, sugar. Let him lead.

His tongue was drawing circles on the tattoo at your abdomen, while his fingers were at your core, his thumb lightly nudging your clit. Jesus. Your hips moved of their own accord, tugging at his hair in silent plea. Looking up, he saw your need and whispered lasciviously,

“I’m gonna make you scream till all the other floors know my name, sweetheart. Just need to get you nice and ready for me. Wouldn’t want to break my promise now, would I?”

With that, you felt your entire focus shift to your core, as his intrepid tongue drew patterns on your clit, his digits moving within your wet channel. You groaned, tugging on his hair, bringing him closer to where you wanted him. You felt your walls tightening, the coil in your belly ready to unwind. He withdrew his fingers, moving up swiftly, gazing into your indignant eyes.

“Only time you’re gonna come is on my cock, sweetheart.”

With that, he thrust himself inside you, your walls engulfing him. Luckily for you, Ransom didn’t do sweet, slow thrusts. He set up an unrelenting pace, spearing into you, his shaft reaching places which no man had been able to reach before. You groaned, closing your eyes, your head jerking to the side, unable to handle all the sensations he was invoking.

Grasping your chin, he turned you to face him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see how good you feel while I’m taking you apart.” he rasped.

Something in his voice made you break; making you almost feral. You pushed on his shoulders, catching him off-guard for a minute, enough to push him on his back and straddle him.

Leaning down and catching his lips for a kiss, you whispered, “You should have the best view for a show like that, then.”

You sunk down on him, moaning loudly as you engulfed him to the hilt. Holding onto his hands for support, you began riding him for all your worth. Ransom watched on with awe, his eyes mesmerised by the sight of you; your eyes closed, mouth slack with arousal and your breasts bouncing with each bob.

You were quickly reaching your peak and Ransom could feel that too. He planted his feet down on the mattress, thrusting upward, meeting you thrust for thrust. Your thighs started quivering, an intense pressure building up with each thrust.

“Come on, come for me, kitten.” muttered Ransom, through gritted teeth.

You threw your head back, screaming as you reached your peak, raking your fingernails across Ransom’s chest. As your walls clenched around him tightly, Ransom grasped your waist, holding onto you as he thrust upwards, chasing his end.

Leaning down, you took one of his buds into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you met his eyes.

“Come for me, tiger.” you said huskily, tugging on his lower lip.

Ransom grunted and cussed loudly as he poured himself into you, his grip on your waist tight as he held you in place till he filled you with every last drop. Rolling off him, you watched him catch his breath, slowly drifting off, his arm encircling your waist as he went deeper into slumber.

After a few minutes, you checked on him, just to be sure. He was out cold.

You smirked. Alright.

Time to start Part 2 of the Plan.

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Ransom woke up, feeling satisfied and smug. Yet another conquest down. He didn’t understand why women played these games women loved to play with him. Smirking, he looked over to look at you, but was surprised to see your side empty.

He frowned. Getting up, he checked the bathroom. Empty.

She left without even giving her name. Ahh, well, not the first time this had happened. Moving to check his phone, he noticed his wallet open, with all the cash missing.

Oh, so that’s why she left. Wow, what a surprise, he thought. Good thing she didn’t leave a name, for she was no more than a common whore, he thought, puling on his pants.

He was sorely mistaken though.

As he walked past the attached common area, he saw something which made him stop in his tracks.

The safe was wide open, with all of its contents gone. Every last thing.

He stormed into the area, his anger surging with each passing second. He couldn’t give less of a fuck about the goddamn valuables that were missing. But she had taken something which had taken him 3 fucking years to get.

She had stolen the documents; not just any documents, but the very ones which would have bought the Langleys’ silence and their company, making Ransom a very, very rich man. All gone, because of a quick fuck.

The bitch had stolen his ace of spades. And he would make sure that she would suffer.

Ransom would make her pay. By hook or by crook.

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A/N: Eeeeek, I was too nervous to put this out ughhhhh. Also, I have a taglist now, if you’re into that sort of thing. 😅 (link is also available in my bio)

Tags: @donutloverxo @ozarkthedog @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @readermia

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calliopesstories · 3 years ago

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A New Addition To His Collection - Chapter One

Relationships: Loki x Sigyn, Loki x Reader, Platonic!Sigyn x Platonic!Reader, Loki x Lorelei

Warnings: 18+, smut (I’ll try the best I can), historical inaccuracy, misogyny and belief of 18th century, mention of death and sex, arranged marriage, abusive relationship and father, mistreatment, humiliation, Loki being kind of an A-Hole for a good part of the story /!\ Not proof read and non-english speaker writter /!\

Summary: To have a father ambassador had been the best thing to ever happen to you. You always were lucky, whether it was for such things as the family you were born in or for more common thing like games, you had never lost a game in your life. But you knew your luck would run out one day, eventually, so you enjoyed it while it last. Luck was what brought you at the royal court and it was luck again that made you meet its most important figure. However you had serious doubt on the strength of your luck against the traps and deceptions of the court.

Author’s Note: None

You were so sick of travelling. A week or two was fine, but an entire month was enough! Especially in a carriage, not matter how comfortable it is. Yet you didn’t complain one bit to your parents, not a lot of people could travel like you do. You were lucky to be born within one of the wealthiest and most noble houses of Midgard, not everyone had your luck and you saw it from the palace of Valaskjalf to the one of Gardariki. Poverty was not a concept you were familiar with, maybe one day you will maybe you won’t but your mother had always told you to give just as much as you received so, whenever you had the chance, you went to orphanage or shelters to give them food, clothes and better living conditions.

Leaving the golden palace of Asgard to roam the countryside was a nice change of view, although the Asgardian court was friendly, very casual and joyful, it was too artificial with its golden walls and geometrical gardens. You had no idea what the palace of Gardariki was like but your father had told you the palace was on top of a hill, surrounded by trees, very beautiful during winter.

You head was resting on your mother’s shoulder when she woke you up. You felt sore after staying on the carriage for so long. You had arrived at Gardariki, the palace was visible from afar. Your father was right, it was breathtaking. All those trees made the castle as if it was growing from the earth just like the trees surrounding it. You had never saw something like it, not even on Jotunheim – though you had stayed a few days there, too dangerous for your father’s liking. The carriage entered within the walls of the castle main courtyard. You saw people outside looking at the carriage, surely the word must have spread that King Loki ambassador was coming back to court after years away. This had never been in your father’s plan; it was your mother that insisted on having you back home and your father had posed the condition of you going to court with him. Of course, it didn’t please your mother and she invited herself because seeing you once in a while had been too hard for her, there was no way she was letting you out of her sight once again!

“Your Grace, my ladies. I’m Skurge, the king sent me to welcome you at the palace,” the man bowed in front of your family. “If you will.”

“Actually,” said your mother. “My daughter and I have a very important meeting. Surely you must know about it.”

“Yes, Your Grace. Lady Leah will escort you there.”

The lady in question was a young girl, about twelve years-old with raven hair, light blue eyes and a snow-white skin. She looked like those paintings representing old Greek gods. Your father left with Skurge while Lady Leah asked you to follow her. Your mother had been very secretive to who was this person you absolutely had to meet. You feared it might be a suitor. Since you came back, she had this crazy idea to marry you. She thought your travels with your father would find you a man of high birth to marry and was more than disappointed when she learnt you had left each court, you’d be in without at least one proposal. Truth was, there had been many of those, you were the one to refuse them. You were not ready; you wanted to enjoy life and would only marry if the man would let you have your freedom. Contrary to what your mother thought, you had not in plan to end up an old maid, you wanted a family but not now.

Lady Leah escorted you to the fourth floor of the palace. Before pushing the white and gold double door she warned you not to say a word before you are been addressed to. The room you first entered was astonishing, the furniture, the walls, the decorations were all made of gold features and delicate paintings. You could see the greatest moment of Midgard history on the ceiling or its reflection on the marble floor. You had never seen such luxury in one place. Not even the castle you had lived in was as beautiful.

You walked in a much bigger room. In the centre of the room was a blond woman surrounded by two others, about your mother’s age, were discussing. Leah coughed to get the woman attention. As soon as she saw your mother a smile lighted her face. You realized you were in front of the queen. You kneeled in front of her.

“Y/M/N! I’m so happy to see you,” the queen hugged your mother. She was nothing like you would expect a queen to be. “Is that your daughter? Oh, please stand up.”

“Yes, Sigyn. This is Y/N, my only child and greatest pride and joy. Sweetheart, this is Queen Sigyn, her mother and I were really good friend. My condolences for her death.”

You saw sadness crossed her eyes then vanished as soon as it came. The queen offered you a seat with her lady-in-waiting. You were surprised the older women were her lady-in-waiting and so was Leah, yours were of your age – and on their way to the palace.

“Tell me, Y/N, your mother had told in a letter that you had travelled a lot, have you served as lady-in-waiting for another queen?” you shook your head. You had only enjoyed the life at court. “Well, I’m sure you’ll do fantastically with me.”

“I’m sorry?” your mother proceeded to tell you she had managed to find you a place at court as the queen’s lady-in-waiting. “I have never done that before but I assure Your Majesty, I will do my best.”

The queen cupped your hands in hers, she gave you a warm smile. She believed in your words and told you to be by her side tomorrow at 7 a.m. for her awakening. You were excited. You very first day at court and you were already meeting the queen. A beautiful woman with a kind heart you could tell. Yet the more she looked at you the more worried she become. You had no experience, it was a fact she knew but you had lady-in-waiting of your own, you knew exactly what they had to do for you and it was a great opportunity you had no intention of screwing up.

An hour later your mother and yourself found your way to your quarter. A spacious place that consisted of two bedrooms, a dining room, a living room, chambers for the servants and a boudoir hidden behind your bedroom – you were sure another one existed behind your parent’s bedroom. Except for your bedroom and boudoir that were blue and gold, the rest of the rooms were green, the king’s favourite colour.

Until your ladies arrived the queens had gifted you her very own ladies to prepare you for the day. Although you tried not to listen to their conversation you couldn’t unhear what you caught. Mainly the women spoke about how unhappy the queen was, it seemed to be a recurring theme of conversation as you heard it again the corridors leading to the queen’s apartments. The queen was already dressed when you arrive. Panic started to run through your vein, you had checked the hour twice before going and she shouldn’t have been up already. The queen reassured you right away. She had been up for an hour already and couldn’t stay in bed.

“Should I come sooner Your Majesty?” you asked her, worried that it would happen again and after some times she would grow tired of you being late.

“Oh no, my dear. Don’t worry. You see,” she lowered her voice and nearly whispered in your ears. “Sometimes I like being alone. Enjoying the quietness of my apartments without all the fuss of court. Walking from room to room in my nightgown. Truth is Y/N, I don’t have many acquaintances at court.”

You were touched by the queen’s statement. She felt comfortable enough already to tell something so personal. After everything you had heard coming here, you could understand why the queen liked being left alone time to time. Her whole life since her marriage had been nothing but showing herself, faking smiles, pretending enjoying parties and producing an heir to the crown. From what you had heard she was unable to do all those things and no one had the sympathy to try to understand her pain. She was literally locking herself in her apartments waiting for sweet death to take her. And you barely knew the woman! If you were able to understand all those things surely people who knew her longer must have seen it.

“Well,” you broke the silence. “I’m sure we will become very good friends.”

There it was: her smile. Genuine and hopeful. Similar to yours but with a dash of desperation. Her grip on your arm became stronger, as if you were an illusion, she was desperately trying to make real. You put your hand and hers and patted gently. I’m here now, you tried to tell her. Being her lady-in-waiting was a chance for you but for the queen it was an opportunity at happiness. You just had no idea how much she needed you. Finally someone close to her age, someone to talk to, to share secrets and fears. Someone, she hoped, wouldn’t judge her.

“I’d like to have a walk in the garden. Join me.”

“I thought there was no garden here.”

“Oh, there’s one. Not far from here, in the forest. There’s also a labyrinth and a cave that goes under the castle with an underground river we can sail on. But don’t worry the path to go there is secured by guards. Oh I can’t wait to show you everything the castle has to offer.”

“And I can’t wait to see them.”

You were like two little and impatient girls. You hadn’t even warned your parents you would go with the queen in the garden and the queen warned no one. Her lady-in-waiting didn’t even saw the two of you escaping the apartments. For Sigyn it was the most fun she had since she had been made queen. Your youth made her wanted to do thing the others ladies wouldn’t even consider. Not even Leah, who was young, but too young.

Surprisingly you managed to get out of the castle without no one stopping you. The guards did bow at the queen presence but none said a thing. They must have assumed the queen was on a daily walk. The garden was worth all the walk. Wild and tamed at the same times. The trees offered a natural roof to the flowers beneath and although there was a well-maintained paved path it seemed like nothing was really taken care off. Sigyn showed you the entrance of the labyrinth. She had never tried to enter it and blamed her poor orientation skills and her fear of being stuck in the labyrinth. There was a labyrinth in the garden of the Asgardian palace but the bushes were – at their highest – right at your waist line, you had always been able to see where you were going. This was not the case here. The grassy walls were taller than your father – a man known to be tall – and even if there were decorated with flowers the walls were frightening you.

The queen and you sat on the bench, enjoying the sound of nature and the view the garden offered you. You spoke a little to know each other best. The queen confessed to you she hadn’t spoke that much to someone since her last favourite. She spoke highly of the unknown woman until she mentioned some kind of betrayal she had done to the queen. The woman had been her closest friend, her confident but she had betrayed the queen like no other woman before. The tale was so heart-breaking that neither of you heard the hurried footsteps coming your way.

“Sigyn!” thundered a displeased voice. The Queen turned her head to the man whom the voice belonged to and she wasn’t very pleased either. “May I know what you’re doing here? I thought I’d been clear when I told you I want to know where you are at any given time!”

The queen was blocking your view of the man. Because you thought it was safer to take the blame you stood up in order to explain the situation. You saw your father first, which confused you because you never imagined your father chastising the queen, plus the voice wasn’t his. Then you saw the man beside him. A tall man, with long raven hair, mesmerizing green eyes matching his black and green outfit. That was the moment you realised you were in front of the king. You quickly kneeled, bowing your head and praying to any gods willing to hear to have his mercy. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! you thought. It was one thing to confront your father, it was another to confront the king.

“Who’s that?” you hear him say. Your father promptly answered his question. You couldn’t see the king’s face but you were sure it didn’t change much. “So, you’re my wife new lady-in-waiting. I guess I can excuse your ignorance.”

With his fingers he made you rose your head enough to face him. You felt like a prey under the gaze of a predator. He offered you a hand to help you get on your feet. You shot a quick look at both your father and the queen. Your heart stopped the race it was in the very second the queen smiled at you; you weren’t out of the woods yet but you had done nothing wrong that could anger the king even more.

“You see Lady Y/N, my wife has the tendency to wander in the castle and to never be where I need her to be. As your lady-in-waiting you have to tell me where she is. I don’t want my queen to get attack, or worst. Do you understand?” The king didn’t let go of your hand and you were too scared to ask for its release, so you nodded. It was perfectly unfair to the queen but you had no choice. “It’s not against you Sigyn, you know that.”

He hadn’t break eye contact with you but he had let go of your hand. The queen promptly took your arm and pushed you behind her, assuring the king she understood his motivations.

“His Majesty can rest assure; I am more than grateful for his concerned about my safety. To avoid any misunderstanding I will, for now on, go on walks with Lady Y/N. I will leave you a note on my desk to inform you of where I intend to go.”

“It’s all I ask for,” the king approached the queen to kiss her forehead. Your parents do that a lot and every times you could feel their love expressed through this simple gesture. But there was no love here. “Lady Y/N, I hope you will stay by my wife’s side for a long time. You managed to do in a day what no one had done in years.”

“I will stay with her as long as I can Your Majesty.”

Your father encouraged you to smile to the king but you couldn’t bring yourself to that. You were uncomfortable with his persistent look on you and by the way the queen was now behaving you had no problem imagining what it meant. Then the king and his flock of ministers left the garden. Unknowingly to both you and the queen, Loki gave you a last look, a grin on his face.

He liked what you father had told him, he liked what he saw and he was sure he would like you. Rare was the new blood at his court. You were young, fresh and unmarried, exactly what he was craving for. You wouldn’t be the first – or the last – of his wife companions to fall into his arms. But something told him you put a good fight before letting yourself go in his sheets. The excitement of a new conquest made his blood boiled a little more than it already was. The view you had gave him was a gift itself. He had to bless the man – or woman – that had gifted the dresses with such cleavage and made the corset pushed the breasts upward.

His wife had taken older women has companions to avoid any temptation for him but he was already tempted by you. And by the way his wife had been protective of you so quickly he knew she was fully aware of that and wouldn’t give up that easily this time. She had lost all the battles against him, yet you were a friend she intended to keep. Loki was right, in a day you had made her feel better than she had ever been since the treason of her last lady-in-waiting. She could trust you not to fall for his lies and fake promises. Sigyn would do anything to keep you away from her husband and she intended to do so the very the next. She had been taught how to be the most desirable for the king, she would teach you the exact opposite. She wouldn’t let you be new addition to his collection of women.

“Y/N?” she finally said. “Do you pray often?”

“As much as I can Your Majesty,” you weren’t a fanatic but you feared God’s judgment and avoid any sins. Your education wasn’t only about good manners and expansion of the mind, it was also religious. “Why do you ask?”

“You can call me Sigyn when it’s only the two of us you know,” she took a minute to think and turned to you. “For nothing, just out of curiosity.”

Because none of her companions had been very religious before. It was nasty of her to do that but if keeping you meant manipulating your faith, it was a risk she was willing to take. For your sake.

Taglist:

@learisa

#loki x reader #loki imagine #loki x y/n #loki x sigyn #loki x you #loki smut #mcu imagine #mcu smut #Marvel Cinematic Universe imagine

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imonthinice · 3 years ago

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 12/?

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best friend’s name)

God idk what i’m doing with this but i’m liking it lmao

next one might honestly be smut idk

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Description of Blood, Gets heated, hints at trauma, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N walked through the streets of Gotham, which were once bustling with people, but now were quiet with the occasional hooker, she had caught the city as an unlively hour, where it seemed to sleep the night away while the vigilantes of the area watched it like their lives depended on it. In some ways it did, the stories they would tell when being interviewed were horrific sometimes, but Y/N figured a decent amount of it was for dramatization, to keep the people of Gotham off of the streets to protect them all from it.

The question was always protect them from what, and they never answered. So, it never kept the people of Gotham at bay from the streets at night, and had Y/N’s car not been towed, she would have been driving home in the safe, secluded area of her car, not the vast wilderness of the streets of Gotham.

She looked up at the sky to see one of the virgate boys using a grappling hook to fly to the other building, which was such a sight to behold for someone who never witnessed a superhero beyond Superman at home. She wished and longed to know more about the vigilante, but didn’t dwell or dote on that man, because she didn’t need to.

Something told her that he was watching though, tracing every step she made to make sure she got home in one piece. She thought she was crazy, her life didnt matter more than anyone else in Gotham. He’s not following me, why would he? she thought, Even though I’m dating Jason Todd, they probably don’t know Jason, so my life doesn’t mean much more to them than any one of the hookers along this street. I’m overthinking it.

The walk home took two hours, she left Jason’s at 4am just to find herself back home at 6am, bright and early as the sun rose, ready to greet the day and all it had in store for everyone. But the things it had in store for Y/N was a class and if she was lucky, cuddling with Jason. Nothing more, nothing less.

She would open her front door, unscathed from the journey home, except maybe for a few callouses on her feet, it was the last time she wouldn't pay for more than a day of parking, that’s for sure. Heels were not the shoes you wanted for a two-hour walk home in the Autumn cold, but they were what she had.

She thought about what she was going to do next, and the first thought she had was to shower. Not because she needed to, but because she wanted to nurse the terrible headache she had and to think some things through. What she normally did in the shower.

She wanted so much more from so much of her life. the main offender of seemingly not being enough for her was Jason. Not because she didn’t want more, but because she craved more from him. He was injured, so she wouldn’t get much more rom him for the time being, and it stung a little for her. She just wanted him, maybe sexually, maybe in a more romantic setting or maybe just on her couch on a Thursday afternoon. It was all three of those options and she knew it.

She pulled out of the shower and looked at the time, 6:50am. Okay, she thought, little more time than I wanted to spend in the shower, but I guess the universe had different plans for me today. What else do you have for me, universe? And how much of you plan involves Jason?

She would open her phone after quickly getting dressed. While she still cared for her appearance, she didn’t want to dress like she owned a law firm every day, so she didn’t. Just black jeans and a black top and she felt like a million bucks.

Just some quick outfit inspo. I like doing these a lot. I think fashion is funky :))

Artemis had sent her a message asking where she was at around 4am, she wondered why the time, but she then remembered that Artemis’ boyfriend worked with Dick Grayson, who was Jason’s brother, who worked most nights until radical hours of the night. The chances that he saw her on her two-hour walk home was high, but the chances that that had also made it back to Jason was higher. She knew she was in for it.

Hey sorry, I was at Jason’s. Fell asleep in his arms the whole shebang. And yeah, that was me who screamed the yo momma joke at the press. It was super childish, I know, but I don’t care. Those fucks are sucking my life force out of me and harassing my boyfriend, even your boyfriend.

She would then look at the articles calling her a gold digger and worth-nothing childish insulter of the press. She laughed. If the press wanted a fight from her, she was more than willing to oblige and load the canons.

She didn’t know how to fight back that well, since it was a mainly verbal fight, and she barely even knew how to fight physically, hence all the running and non-confrontational arguments she had had to the press.

And like fucking clockwork, Jason texted her.

Did you walk home alone or are my brothers lying bastards?

I walked. I knew someone saw me, fuck.

Why did you walk home? I thought you drove here?

I did, but we spent more than 12 hours together Jason. I didn’t buy enough hours, suddenly my car was being towed.

You could have asked for a ride home from Alfred! He would have in a heartbeat.

I was going to! But I got distracted and it all became a blur and suddenly I was part of the way home in the dark by myself!

What if you had gotten hurt?

Well, I saw one of the vigilantes of the city on the rooftops, I’m sure if I screamed they would have seen me. They always do see that stuff.

So, your car got towed huh?

Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay it off. It’s not exactly like money my parents give me should go to my car getting towed because I got fucked over by seeing my boyfriend.

You’ll figure it out. Sorry about the car, that’s got to suck fucking ass.

You think? I’m stuck taking the fuckin’ subway till I get my car back. I hate the subway, too many people. Far too many people. Too many eyes. It gets stressful really quickly. Might just walk every where honestly, I can’t deal with the eyes of strangers.

But you’re a C-list celebrity.

Internet is different. I can just block the bad eyes and move on with my life, you should see my block list now that some people are connecting my name to the girl who flipped off the press, thank god Twitter has a fuckin block feature.

You should really just meet my family so you don’t have to run away before they get home, would probably cause you a lot less financial stress, Y/N.

I’ll think about it.

You should think a little harder about it. I don’t want you to get your car impounded ‘cause you’re seeing me, why did you even park in pay-to-park?

Did you not see the massive mob trying to get to you? It was impossible for me to even try to pull into the driveway. Hence why I’m being insulted, you know, ‘cause I yelled at the press to get them to leave me alone. I fucking hate the press, you’re stabbed, severely injured last time they got information, and they’re harassing me, asking me what I like to do on the weekends.

Fucking vultures. Yeah, I’ve seen that. I’ve read the articles. But that’s the press for you, absolute trash and spitting bullshit in everyway.

Fucking hate the press, that’s for damn sure. Despise them. I won’t ever change that, even if, knock on wood, we break up.

Praying we don’t break up so I can see you lose your shit at the press when you’re bored.

She would get up to go make some coffee, since it was closer to 7:20am and if her roommate woke up, she could just tell her to get up anyway.

The press can suck my dick. she said.

You have a dick?

Oh yeah. Massive. 20ft long. It probably won’t even fit all the vultures.

Oh my god, that’s not as big as mine.

lmfao is it now?

Oh yeah.

Nice.

Anyway, my brothers are staying home from school today, I think they’re making me play Resident Evil 8 with them? You know that game?

Of course. Everyone in that game is infinitely hot.

Are you bi?

I don’t know. Haven't thought that far ahead to actually label myself. I just like people. Sometimes it’s men, sometimes it’s women. But you have to agree when you see them all. That game came out when I was still in high school, so I’ve played the entire thing. My phone background is actually one of the characters.

Which one?

I’ll show you if I come over tonight.

My brothers might be in my room, though.

Okay, but, RE8 is an amazing game. So, worth it.

You won’t meet them normally but I pull out a game you love and you’re down?

I’m very easy to convince.

You still have notes to write when you come over though.

Oh yeah, I was probably going to have to come over both ways, just because I need those notes and you do too.

Do you not own a printer?

I barely even own a laptop, I’m waiting for my old one to come in the mail.

How do you even manage?

With a whole lot of will and spite, anything is possible.

And that’s when her discord group chat @’ed her. She was on Do Not Disturb because she was Jason, and apparently they missed her.

Y/N! C’mere. One said.

Yes? Whatduhya want nerds?

We’ve decided to hold a fake internet wedding between you and Christopher. Another said.

A what.

We’re getting married!

Sometimes I wish I never left Metropolis and then I remember you fucks live there. Why are we doing this? You do know I have a boyfriend right? She asked them.

I don’t know, we’re bored and we miss you. We can have a bachelorette party in Gotham, if you want.

I’m this close to going back on DND.

The group chat was made way back when they had all first met in grade 9 and had been active ever since. They all had stayed in the city when they graduated though, but since Y/N received a scholarship, fully paid for, she took the opportunity and jumped.

They were some of her closest friends, even if they lived in a different city to her now, even if they were all busy with school, even if she was busy with school and a boyfriend, A lot of her life wouldn’t be complete without her crack friends in her hometown.

They had all ben partying like crazy while she was gone, and if she wasn’t so hung up in her own life, she’d probably be down there with them.

Before you do, can you please explain why you’re screaming at the press, lmao.

Because fuck the press, dude. Why else?

What did they do to you?

Have you seen the recent articles?

That’s true.

She laughed and finished her coffee. Jason had not responded yet, she assumed his brothers were either checking on him or they had started the game. It was around 8am when A/N finally left her room.

“I thought you were staying with Jason?”

“I was, but then I remembered he has like 9 siblings and I’m not about to meet them all. Then I walked home.”

“You walked?”

“Car got towed.”

“Fuck, can you afford the bill? I can’t.”

“Nope.”

“Guess we’re going to take the subway for a while, huh.”

She sighed and put her cup in the sink, “At least you don’t have school to go to and your lover comes to meet you, I have shit to do and places to be,” she frowned, “Inconvenient.”

“Could you borrow money from Jason’s dad?”

“I don’t borrow money from family, it’s hard enough for me to accept the money my parents send me.”

“I know it is, when’s your class?”

“3pm, I’ll be leaving at 12pm though, because the subway is unreliable.”

“This is going to be a hard hit for us.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s fucking your credit. Mine’s tanking.”

“You’ll pull through it.”

-------------------------------------------

She got onto the subway at 12:30pm. She really hated the way it was running. The people, the faces, the staring eyes of unwanted attention. People knew who she was and she hated it. She didn’t like the attention, she just liked the fucking with people. She wanted to get off the subway the minute she got on.

She eventually couldn’t take it and got off a few stops away, there was still a substantial walk towards the college, but she knew it would be. She even brought a leather jacket with her so that she could walk if she couldn’t take it anymore.

And there she was, in the busy streets of Gotham, walking to her college. Barely aware of the people who did stare at her, because she just kept walking, lost in her thought but aware of the people in her trail, the cross walks and the lights she was waiting for occasionally. She just kept walking until Artemis met up with her,

“Hey! I didn’t know you were walking to school today,” Artemis said.

“Oh! I didn’t want to, my car got towed though.”

“Your car got towed? That sucks so much. Well, we’re going the same way, so I’ve decided I’m going to walk with you, you get no say.”

“Of course. I was going to ask if you wanted to,” she laughed, “It’s more fun with a friend anyway, Art.”

“So, how are things with you and Jason, I’m legally obliged to ask as one of his friends.”

“Well, we made it official if that’s the kind of thing you want to hear,” she laughed again, “I’m sure it’s the answer Dick will eat up.”

“You’re right about that one. Dick’s a sucker for a romantic story, you should write one, since you write. He’d probably read it all.”

“Well, that would be fun, but I still don’t have my laptop.”

“You could use Jason’s?” Artemis suggested..

“Nah. It’ll be fine,” she said, “I’ll manage.”

“Aren’t you collecting notes for him for your psychology class?”

“I am, it’s not like he can go anywhere. I actually told him he’d need to walk eventually so that it’s not a learning curve when he’s healed.”

“That’s what all of us are telling him too, he’s a stubborn man, good luck with that one,” Artemis laughed, “He’s always been the stubborn friend. Worse than Will, actually, and Will is really bad with being stubborn.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, “If you asked any of my Metropolis friends they’d say the same about me.”

“I bet you were quite the wild child in your heyday back in your city,” Artemis laughed, “I hate Metropolis.”

“Who doesn’t? It’s so crowded.”

“Uh, Clark doesn’t. He thrives there, no idea why, he grew up in Smallville. If anyone should be uncomfortable with Metropolis it should be the small-city country boy, but I guess it’s his thing.”

“I forget you know everyone.”

“We know a lot of people, are you’re slowly being let into our massive circle of very well-known people. Welcome to the group, I guess,” she laughed, “You'll either hate or love the fame that comes from this.”

“Well, if its paparazzi and press, I think I’ll hate it.”

“I can promise you right now that it’s not all paparazzi and press, we haven’t been bothered today, probably because we are on the move.”

“You shouldn’t say that, you’ll jinx it.”

“I know a lot about not jinxing it, but that’s a story for another time,” Y/N noticed that when Artemis said this her eyes glazed over and she looked upset.

“You don’t ever have to talk to me about something you’re not ready to talk about,” Y/N reassured her.

“Hey, the trauma makes me funny.”

“Two can play that game.”

They would ramble on for the rest of the walk to their college. Nothing really of substance, just getting to know each other further. She was glad she found a friend in Artemis, it would have sucked if the two of them didn’t get along, but with each word they exchanged, they had so much fun.

She even told Artemis about that time she played Katherine Howard in her school’s budget play of Six - The Musical. She was proud of the riffs she was able to do, but she didn’t talk about it often. She was never the type of brag about her achievements, no matter how amazing they were.

But Artemis and Y/N parted ways and Y/N went to her class and wrote the same, boring, scribbly and barely legible notes. She figured eventually she’d need nicer handwriting, but did she want to work on it? No.

When she finished, she saw Artemis and who she could only assume to be Wally, at Artemis’ class doors. She waved to Artemis, before Artemis called her over.

“Y/N! Hey, I would ask how class is, but this is Wally,” she gestured to the red-head boy beside her, and Y/N held out her hand to shake Wally’s.

“Hi, Wally.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you since Jason can’t shut up about you and my girlfriend likes you a lot.”

“Well that's sweet of you Artemis. You’re just so in love with me,” Y/N joked.

“Girl. You know it,” Artemis joked back.

“You two already have a close bond? That’s impressive,” Wally said, “Never seen anyone win over any of my friends this quickly,” he muttered.

They joked for a little while longer, just getting to know Wally before she had to go, she had to get to Jason’s.

The walk was a while away, so she went and sat on a park bench for a minute to check her phone, Jason had texted her.

Hey baby, are you coming over?

I am, yes. I actually just met Wally.

You met Wally and I wasn’t there to see it? C’mon.

Artemis introduced us! Go yell at her.

Oh. Never mind. I won’t do that.

Ha! Scared of her?

Maybe a little, she can be scary, okay?

You can’t tell but I’m laughing at you.

Dhmu.

That’s fine, I’ll just go hang out with Alfred and not you. He seems like he would be spiteful like me.

That’s unfair.

I thought you said don’t hit me up?

Fuck.

Checkmate.

I am upset.

No you’re not.

No I’m not.

She would walk down the street further, maybe within a couple steps to reach the Manor, when a man dragged her into an alleyway. She yelped.

“Uh, hello? Can I help you?” she asked, pretending she wasn’t terrified.

“How much would Bruce give me for you?” the attacker mumbled before he tried to knock her to the ground, but she had another plan.

He grabbed her, put his face close to hers, and she head-butted him, he would stumble back, and she started running to the Manor.

“Come here you fucking bitch!” he screamed. She could feel her nose bleeding as she ran and ran, the security saw her and pulled her into the gateway before drawing their guns and urging her to run to the steps of the Manor.

And she ran. The security at the door saw her and let her in, and yelled for Alfred.

“What is this nonsense, oh,” Alfred paused when he saw the blood running out of Y/N’s nose, “Miss Y/N, what happened to you?” he asked before grabbing her hand and pulling her into the entry-way bathroom and opening a first-aid kit.

“Okay so, what happened was I was walking to the Manor because my car got towed right? And this fucking bastard dude pops out from an alleyway and pulls me into it, asks some bullshit about how much Bruce would pay for me, when he grabbed me and tried to knock me down, when I head-butted him and started running,” she said, completely unphased.

Alfred didn’t respond to her and started to stop the bleeding when Bruce called for him, “In the entry-way bathroom, Master Wayne!” he answered.

Bruce came around the corner and saw Alfred was already tending to Y/N, “Well, this is the event where I meet my son’s girlfriend, when she is bleeding and running from a strange man in an alleyway.”

“Heh, sorry,” she said and outstretched her hand to shake his, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Bruce.”

“I can tell you’re going to be quite the addition to this household,” he said as he took her hand and shook it, “As long as you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good. I guess you can’t get mad at Jase for being a reckless man now.”

“I really can’t.”

“Alright, you should be good, Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred. But you really didn’t have to.”

“I’ve been taking care of 5 boys and 3 girls since most of them were little, Miss Y/N. A little blood is really no big deal for me to handle.”

“That’s obvious.”

“You can go see the boys now, they’re going to ask you though,” Bruce said.

“I know.”

She walked to Jason’s room, hoping that he wouldn’t have all of his siblings in the room, he did though.

“Hey, Y/N- what the fuck happened to you?” Jason exclaimed when she opened the door.

“Oh great, all your siblings are here. Anyway, I guess,” she paused, taking in a big breath so she could run through the events quickly, “So I was walking here ‘cause my car got towed, right? When some fucking bastard man grabs me and yanks me into an alleyway and starts going off about how much Bruce will pay him to get me back or something,” she paused again, “And when he tried to knock me down by getting really close and personal to my face, like an idiot I should add, I head-butted him.”

“You did what?’

“I’m not done yet, met your dad when I actually had blood running out of my nose because that's just my fucking luck. Okay, now you can be disappointed in me,” she joked.

“I will say again, you did what?”

“Something stupid?” she said.

“You could say that again, my god, what went through your head?”

“Uh, nothing. Just survival. Fight or flight but I head-butted a man, and hi, everyone.”

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Dick,” Dick said, “You clearly are meant for Jason,” he joked, “That's something he would do.”

“Don’t encourage her, Dick!”

Stephanie got up and greeted her, “You know, Y/N, I always wanted a crazy sister,” she joked, “I’m Stephanie, the black-haired girl is Cass, and the red-head is Barbara.”

“Me too,” Cass hopped onto the joke.

“It’s something else when you meet the girl your brother is dating after she head-butted a man, apparently,” Y/N laughed, “I know it’s far-fetched-”

“Not really,” Tim cut her off, “You know Jason protected Will when they were attacked?”

“That’s Tim, by the way,” Dick said.

“So you can’t yell at me for head-butting a man!” Y/N joked at Jason while going to sit beside him, he slinged an arm around her shoulder and leant his head into her head.

“Well, you seem like a nice enough girl,” Barbara said, “Take away the reckless behavior, and you are lovely.”

“That is valid, to be honest. Not exactly the way you want to meet your brother’s girlfriend.”

“You think?” Jason asked, sarcastically.

“Ha ha.”

“See, she thinks I’m funny, why can’t you fucks?”

Y/N laughed and then asked Dick, who was playing RE8 at the time, staring at the photo of Donna Bentiveno, “She’s cute, isn’t she, Dick?”

“Have I been staring?”

“Let’s just say Angie is probably very pissed at you.”

“Oh! Whoops. There’s a point to this, I forgot.”

“I don’t blame you, I remember forgetting there was a point and the little bitch devil doll would attack you.”

“Language.”

“Oh no, you’re lame. Gross.”

“Excuse me?” Dick asked as the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“Do you guys see why I like her now?” Jason asked.

“Uh no, she’s mean,” Dick said.

“You’re going to die if you don’t start paying attention, Dick,” Y/N said.

“Oh!” and he died.

“And that kids, is why we listen to the person who’s 100%’ed the game.”

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Y/N and Jason would spend hours with his brothers and sisters until the sun started to set and they all scattered to their own rooms to do their own things. you can’t keep a lot of kids in one room for so long.

Once everyone left, Y/N placed her hands on Jason and kissed him, she was actually able to be laid on his pillow, he was able to pin her to the bed. And they did just that. He was on top of her, using his one arm to prop himself up and using his other hand to touch her face.

Her hands found their way into his hair like they always did, she found a lot of joy in playing with his hair. Their tongues danced together, they never fought or anything, they just enjoyed each other when Jason let out a small moan and she let out a small laugh.

“Keep it in your pants, Tiger,” she joked, “You’re not fully healed.”

“You literally smashed your face into another man but I can’t moan when I kiss you?”

“Because I know you want more.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he said as he went back for more, actually using his strength to keep her to the bed, but she didn’t protest this time.

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