#NOT THE MOST TOAST WORTHY GIF BUT

[captain-tch]

Anchor (Logan Howlett x GN!PlatonicReader)

Logan finds you when the memories of the past threaten to swallow you whole Warning: mentions of self harm, implied suicidal thoughts below the cut

There was so much blood. Tents where you once huddled with your friends, laughing, talking, bonding were in ribbons, the poles keeping them upright having been ripped from the ground. One of the poles was skewered inside a body, the face hidden by the red spray masking their features. Fire pits where you once warmed your hands and toasted marshmallows had been destroyed, the thick smell of ash consuming all of your senses. A charred hand reached towards another, mere inches from touching each other. The makeshift laundry lines had been broken, leaving clothes strewn across the ground, muddied footprints and blood stains marrying the materials. And then there were the bodies.

So many bodies. 

You knelt in the middle of it all, unable to move a single muscle. Your friends, your family, all dead. You were the lone survivor. 

It didn’t feel fair - what made you different from the others? What made you worthy of being alive, whilst your knees sank into their pools of blood and their skin grew cold around you? 

You didn’t even move, or speak, as you heard footfalls behind you. You didn’t look up as people descended upon the crime scene, where you most likely looked like the perpetrator. You just prayed that those who caused this harm had returned to finish the job. However, the horror was only beginning. 

“Hey, we missed one!” 

You stared at your reflection with venom in your eyes. Your gaze honed onto the jagged scar running from the corner of your mouth all the way down to your collarbone. Similar wounds ghosted down your body, but this was the one you could never hide from. The feelings rushed you like a wave - rough hands shoving your shoulders into the ground, their hands leaving bruises, a menacing grin leering down at you, the coolness of the blade as it was first caressed against your skin. The fiery hot pain that lit up your entire being when the knife was plunged into your skin. The feeling of hot liquid rushing out the wound, the overwhelming taste of iron hijacking your senses. 

A bubble of anger and hatred began to boil in your veins. The memories kept flooding you, until you couldn’t remember where you were or what was happening or when you were. All you knew was the pain and the terror and the hate.  

A scream ripped out of you. You grabbed the nearest thing your fingers landed on, a small metal bin, and hurled it with all of your might to the mirror. The crash was like music to your ears, the shards flying around you in slow motion. You didn’t feel them slice at your skin. You didn’t feel the blood well or the liquid slip down your skin. You felt absolutely nothing at all.  

It wasn’t enough. You could still see their faces, frozen in death. You could still smell the fire and ash and burning flesh and you couldn’t stop feeling like you were standing back at your campsite all over again and - 

Your fist flew at the shattered fragments. A delicious fire consumed your knuckles. The images fizzled slightly, then overpowered you. You became starved for that feeling of relief, craving the sweet moment of ecstasy where all your brain could focus on was the agony rippling through your hand. 

Again and again you sent your fist flying into the glass, the hits becoming less coordinated as blood coated every surface you could see.

Bodies burned to a crisp. 

Hit. 

A singular shoe discarded in the mud. 

Hit. 

A knife glinting in the light, glowing brighter as it got closer to your face. 

Hit. 

You were so absorbed in seeking relief you didn’t hear how the thud of your fist matched the one coming from behind, until yours was the only thuds once again. You didn’t hear the tirade of swear words leaving their lips, or your name being repeated over and over again. You weren’t in this reality anymore, too deep into your nightmare of memories to escape. 

A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your chest, dragging you from the mirror. A sob wracked through you - now the images were hitting you ten fold, and no matter how much you struggled in your captor's grasp you couldn’t escape. In the jagged remains of the reflection on the wall, you saw Logan behind you, concern painted over his face. 

“Ssh.” A voice soothed in your ear. You thrashed against them even harder - you didn’t deserve comfort, you deserved to be with your family. 

“Let me do it.” You begged, unsure what exactly you were asking for, only knowing you wanted the leaden guilt and torment to be erased from your being. “I just want it to stop.”

“This is not how it’s done.” Logan held you tighter, gently leading you away from the bathroom. You tried to fight back; god, you were so tired. You were tired of fighting back the memories, or pretending to be okay. You were exhausted. 

You crumpled in his arms, leaning heavily into him. His body didn’t falter, only grasped you tighter. You turned to bury your face in their shoulder, trying and failing to stop the images of terror and agony from flashing across your retinas. 

“What can you see?” His gruff voice asked. 

You froze, the words sinking in. Your brows furrowed, struggling to comprehend what he was asking. “What?” 

“Name five things you can see.” 

Your breathing quickened. “Broken tents -” 

“No,” Logan grabbed your shoulders, firmly pulling you away from his neck. He held you at arms length, staring deep into your eyes. “Here, now. What can you see?” 

“Um,” you sniffled, gently pulling your attention from him to the rest of the room. “Glass. A toilet. Shower. Tap. You.” 

“What can you touch?” 

You sought your senses, reaching out to all of your nerves. “Your flannel, the floor, my clothes, my blood.” 

“What can you hear?” 

Forcing your eyes to close, you tried to turn off your other senses, focusing on your hearing. The distant dripping of the tap snatched your attention. Logan’s steady breathing. Faintly, you could hear shouts and playful screams of children from the hall. 

“What can you smell?” 

The answer flew out of your mouth without even needing to think - it was the smell of safety, the first thing you smelt after you escaped from death's clutches. It was what you smelt as you were carried away from the cemetery that was once your home. “Cigar smoke.” 

“What can you taste?” 

Your lips turned slightly at the corners. “Scott’s shitty bolognese.”

Logan kept you at arm's length, taking you in. Your breathing was laboured, but it was evening out. Your eyes appeared more focused and he felt you could actually seem him now.  

“You good now?” 

You contemplated it. The guilt still lay heavy on your shoulders, and the memories were always playing in your brain, except now it was muted enough that you felt like you could cope. Your heart rate had resumed its usual pace and you didn’t have the urge to smash glass.

“That’s a stretch,” you sniffled, wiping at your nose. “But I’m better. Thank you.” 

“Let’s get you to the infirmary.” 

“No!” Your hand shot out, snatching at his shirt, smearing blood on it. “Please, no.” 

His brow quipped. 

“I don’t want them to see me like this.” 

Logan sighed, assessing your injuries and thinking for a beat. “Fine, but you can’t complain about my bedside manner.”

He wanted to go get a first aid kit; he didn’t want to leave you alone. He used his best judgement, hoping the cuts he could see were as minor as they appeared, grabbing a rag and running it over a faucet, being careful to avoid the glass. He came back to your bed, where you sat on the edge staring after him. He knelt in front of you, opening his palm flat to you. You moved your hand into his, wincing at the sight. Your knuckles looked like they’d been massacred, red coating so much of your skin you couldn’t even see the cuts. Without warning, he dragged the fabric across your wounded skin, a flame of pain following in its wake. You tensed up, squeezing your jaw tight to keep the hiss quiet. 

“You know, this isn’t the best way to deal with your feelings.” Logan’s eyes darted up to connect with yours. 

You scoffed. The hypocrisy wasn’t lost on you - many times you had walked into the gym to see him destroying the boxing bag, blood being flung in every direction. “Coming from the expert, clearly.” 

“I can heal.” 

“That’s so not the point.” 

He grunted, dismissing your argument. He carried on his work, his grip on you tight but gentle as the blood disappeared wipe by wipe, revealing the skin beneath. Your skin was littered with cuts; thankfully they seemed minor, them having already stopped oozing blood. 

“Look, kid, you ever speak to anyone about what happened?” 

“Did you?” Logan huffed, frowning at you. You ignored his reaction, watching as he finished cleaning one hand and started on the other. “There’s nothing to talk about.” 

Logan stared pointedly at you. “I’ve lived over a century and survived a war - you can’t fool me.” 

“Honestly, I’m fine.” 

“The mirror says otherwise.” 

A bubble of anger exploded in your gut. Your words were flung like knives, their edge sharp. “Why does everyone have to keep asking me about how I feel? Is it really that important to have feelings? Why can’t I just bury it deep down til it disappears?” 

“I wish that was how it worked. Stuff like this doesn’t go away overnight. You shove it down, it gets ugly, infected. It’ll turn you into a different person.” 

“Is that what happened to you?” 

A few beats passed, then some more. You worried you had crossed a boundary - this man saved you, and was saving you again, and here you were opening up his wounds whilst he helped clean yours. 

He surprised you by breaking the silence, his voice so low you had to strain to listen. “...Something like that.” 

“No offence, but why should I take advice from someone who clearly doesn’t take it themselves?” 

“Take it or leave it, that’s your call. It changes nothing for me.” He shrugged, wiping away the last bit of the blood. He evaluated his work, carefully turning your hand left and right, assessing for any further wounds he couldn’t see.  

“Either way, it’s going to destroy me, isn’t it?” 

He paused, eyes flitting to yours. He surprised you yet again, sending you a small smile. “Great thing about destruction - it leaves room for something new.”

“Hm.” You pondered it for a minute. “That was very wise of you, you’re starting to show your age.” 

Logan brushed off your attempt at humour, his face turning serious. “Let’s just get one thing clear - this,” he gestured to the bathroom, where the glass still lay shattered on the floor. “Is not going to be a habit.” 

“Why do you care?” 

“Because I only have a few shirts and you’ve already stained two of them.” 

You looked at his white top, cringing. It had smears of red, marrying the immaculate white. “Sorry.” 

Logan waved it off. He threw the rag to the floor, bringing himself up to his full height. He towered over you, yet you felt no fear at his size. You felt at ease, enjoying how his shadow fell over you. 

“What do you suggest instead?” 

“Find me. We can spend some time working on your god awful fighting form.” 

“It’s not that bad!” 

“Whatever you say.” He smirked. A warmth blossomed in your chest. 

Maybe you wouldn’t feel like this forever. Maybe the memories would overwhelm you less and less with time, but they would never disappear. They would always haunt you, lingering in the back of your consciousness. But the man in front of you, your friend, would help keep you grounded. He would be your anchor. And he’d never admit it, but you’d do the same for him too.  

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[ladymarycrawley]

Wet celebration - Mason Mount

Not requested but I was struck by the inspiration, after a long time, to write sth for our star boy so enjoy 💫

Warning: smutty, very smutty (and I said to myself it shouldn't have been lmao)

Tag list: @prideofpd, @chelsealover, @johnstonesfc, @masterclassbaby, @masonxomount

Mason going back to training after having missed some of the first games of the season together with the England camp was definitely something worthy of being celebrated.

Before he could go back you had in mind to have your intimate party which consisted of a candle lit bubble bath and champagne glasses to have a toast.

Everything had to be ready for when he came back home after his last session at the physio, the one that would have officially sealed his coming back on the pitch.

You were waiting for him kind of impatiently, both to have him all to yourself (romantically speaking) and to hear the good news of him getting the green light to go back doing the thing he loved the most.

He entered your shared house with the biggest grin ever, his trademark, and with his arms wide open.

“Guess who can go back to playing football?”

“Mhh let me guess…” You accepted playing his game, assuming a fake thoughtful expression as you walked towards him, between his arms. "Is that you?"

He nodded gloatingly, securing his grip around your body.

“I can go back playing” He hummed, sounding like a happy boy who just finished his homeworks and can go having fun.

“I knew it, I’m so proud of you” You whispered while cupping his perfect face in your hands. “And you deserve a reward”

Mason lifted his eyebrows in an enquiring look, waiting to have some explanations.

You smiled and took his hand in yours to lead him upstairs, where your romantic surprise was waiting for you.

When you stopped at the entrance of your big bathroom he saw the shadow of candlelights and smiled knowingly, walking in to look at the tub brimming with soap bubbles, the two glasses of champagne and the massaging oil on the ceramic surface waiting for you.

He wiggled his eyebrows and started unzipping his hoodie to throw it mercilessly on the floor.

“We need to hurry before the water cools down” His voice assumed an husky tone, the one he would usually get when lust was making its way inside his body and also the one that would make you wet.

You followed his advice by slowly discarding all the clothes that were covering your body, letting them fall on the floor. The only thing that didn’t leave your body was your powerful eye contact: you couldn’t look away from each other, you were a feast for each other’s eyes.

When you were both naked Mason offered his hand to help you step inside the tub as you thanked him silently with a smile.

You sat there, waiting for him to join you and to adopt your favourite posture which was laying your back against his chest and letting him do everything he had in mind to do to your body.

Before relaxing against his toned chest you stretched out your right arm to grab the two glasses and handed him his.

“What are we drinking to?”

 “To you being back at training and to me being always proud of you”

Mason smirked and raised his glass.

“I’d also like to drink to my gorgeous girlfriend who had this great idea…been missing some good bath tub sex”

“Mase!” You turned crimson as you nonchalantly sipped your wine.

“Oh come on, I know you’re no angel and your aim has always been this, since the beginning that little mind of yours started thinking about all of this”

You rolled your eyes and drank up the liquid in your glass, leaving some at the bottom of it to dip your index finger in and bring it closer to your boyfriend’s lips. He smirked as he didn’t doubt not even for a second about what was your plan for the night and swirled his tongue around your finger before sucking it. You had far better things to do than going on having some good wine, so you skipped to the main course.

A mischievous smirk appeared on your lips to match the one plastered on Mason’s face.

He took in your naked body, soaking your breast with some lazy strokes that gave him the chance to finally touch you. His thumb rubbed your nipple gently, soon adding the tip of his tongue to it.

Some sweet but forbidden cuddles were the things you missed the most during these days of pain and you weren’t the only one needing them so you moved your hand across his abdomen to place it in the tip of his dick coming out of water. The look you gave to it was obviously a luxurious one, you couldn’t wait to taste it.

You started by brushing your thumb pad left and right, adding a light pressure to it.

Mason sat on the step your bath tub had so you could give him his reward more easily.

The sight of his big cock twitching made you even more eager to have it so you moved closer, placing your palms on his inner thighs to let your mouth do the work you both were looking forward to: you spit on his member to make the movement of your lips smoother. Relaxed, cute moans started filling the room as he placed his hand in your tied up hair to spur you on.

“Oh good god..”

His eyes were closed and his head back against the wall: you succeeded in making him relax but you didn’t want him to get too relaxed as you needed something too, for being a good supportive girlfriend. When his precum started touching your lips you stopped, giving him doe eyes.

He opened his eyes and when he saw the way you were looking at him, knelt down in front of him all needy, he lost it: he needed to have you right there and then.

Mason’s brown eyes got covered in lust as he got back in the water and placed his hands on your hips to lift you on the step where he was sitting earlier.

He spread your legs open so he could start devouring your pussy as if his life depended on it. His tongue sucked, his teeth nibbled at your lips and his lips left small kisses all around: it was perfect.

“Oh yes Mase…I missed you” You whined, pushing your hips against his mouth. 

He let out a satisfied moan as he was pleased to give you such a good time. His tongue stopped licking your skin the moment he shifted it inside of you.

"Yes baby yes…fuck me”

The way he ate you out was about to give you your first orgasm but he did the same you did to him: as soon as he felt your juices down his chin he stopped and broke away.

“Mase -”

Mason lifted his weight on his arms to reach your height and whisper a little something to your lips.

“What goes around comes around”

He was too much to take: he was there making fun of you, looking hotter than ever and driving you crazy by being a tease.

Mason sat back in the tub as you straddled him, tangling your arms around his neck and bending your knees so that your feet were resting near his bottom. 

“You’re being a tease, that’s not fair” You cooed in his ear, biting on his earlobe in a playful yet horny.

“You’ve been a tease too and it was a pity I had to stop cause your cum tasted so good…”

A louder desperate groan left your lips, made it even more desperate by the feeling of his fingers dangerously close to your pussy.

The way he was there, looking irresistible, urged you to kiss him feverishly, a messy kiss that left nothing to the imagination.

During your open mothed kiss, Mason pressed his thumb on your clitoris, making you roll your eyes at the back of your head because of the pleasure he was capable of giving you.

Then he wrapped his arms around your waist seconds before entering you.

Your O shaped mouth gave echo to a deep moan, letting him know you were fully ready to feel him inside of you. 

He started rocking his pelvis against yours in a slow but passionate motion. That position was perfect because you could get lost in each other’s eyes while fucking your brains out. Your thrusts were bringing heaven to each one. The hot breath of his panting against your neck and your heavy sighs in his ear made you feel so close, resulting in both of you reaching the climax at the same time. It was a mess but quite a sexy one.

The sex you just had was perfect, so perfect Mason kept his cock inside of you a little more, basking in the pleasurable feeling of laukewarm water as well as the one of your walls still clenched around him.

“Can we do this again after my next game?

“Yeah but in the shower this time…” You groaned, looking at the mess you caused as all the bathroom floor was covered in water. “We made quite a mess”

"Not so fast baby girl" He stopped your attempt of getting out of there, tempting you with the oil massage you put there as he shook the bottle before your eyes "we still have to try this"

[morgana-larkin]

I wanna see some more love for our girl Chessy up in here, so I have a request for her. Would you be able to do a baking or cooking date with Chessy and the reader? I have a mommy kink (🫣) so I would love it if Chessy could be older (probably like her mid 30’s) and reader be a younger age (probably like mid 20’s).

They’re at the Parker household and both Hallie and Nick are out for the night, so it’s just Chessy and the reader in an established relationship (probably like 6-9 months) and Chessy finds out that the reader never learned how to cook so they just survive off of fast food. Chessy offers to teach her how to cook some spaghetti and reader accepts. So it’s just a bunch of fluffiness of Chessy and reader being adorable.

Orrrrrrrrrr (hear me out)

We could add some smut at the end if you’re down to do so. Have Chessy be a bit dom while cooking with reader and have her tug on the reader’s ponytail or call herself mommy and reader her little bunny or sum nickname like that. And then once they’re done with eating (the food) they move on to eating dessert (iykwim 🤭)

Anon, I love seeing love for Chessy too. And no need to be embarrassed ‘bout a mommy kink, most of us Lisa fans have it too lol. So I had to look up spaghetti recipes since I’m like reader and very limited cooking skills. As I’m limited to French toast and putting salmon in the oven lol. I got very distracted and bored when people tried teaching me how to cook due to my ADHD. So here it is! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: Happy May the Fourth! Happy Star Wars Day!

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Warnings: smut, lots of fluff, small mommy kink

Words: 2.6k

You’re over at the Parker house, spending some much needed time with Chessy. The two of you kept running into each other at the market then decided to spend time together and quickly became friends. Then 7 months ago she asked you out on a date and you said yes right away. Chessy was a little wary about dating someone 15 years younger than her at first but since you were friends before for 6 months, she quickly got comfortable with it.

You’re both on the couch, cuddling, watching tv and making out. The Parker’s are out of town for the weekend so Chessy invited you over right away. The Parker’s have met you, about 3 months ago. When they found out that Chessy had a girlfriend they wanted to meet you to determine if you’re worthy of Chessy, to which they said you were.

Chessy pulls away from your lips and looks at you. “Hon, as much as I would love to keep kissing you, I should start on dinner.” She tells you.

“Noo, I haven’t had nearly as much kisses as I would like.” You whine and she giggles.

“Well how about you help with dinner and then you’ll have my lips back on yours quicker.” She suggests and you bite your lip and look down. “What is it?” She asked.

“Well I wouldn’t be much help, I would honestly just slow it down more.” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you. “I don’t know how to cook, I usually just order out or get something I could pop in the microwave.” You admit.

“How come no one taught you how to cook?” Chessy asks, in disbelief that you don’t know how to cook.

“They tried but I was never interested and didn’t pay attention.” You told her.

“Hmm, would you be interested if I taught you?” She offers and you think about it.

“Well let’s see, being able to spend more time with you and being in close proximity to you. Ya I think it would grab my interest.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Well then come on, I’ll teach you how to make spaghetti.” She says and gets up.

“Why spaghetti?” You ask and she holds her hands out to you.

“Because it’s simple and that’s what I was going to make tonight.” She tells you as you put your hands in hers and she lifts you up.

You both go into the kitchen and she washes her hands. You wash your hands after, while she gets the ingredients out.

“Ok since you’re not used to cooking I won’t get you to cut up the onion, so I’ll get you to cut up this pepper instead.” She says to you and places a red pepper on a cutting board with a knife. You walk up and stand in front of the cutting board and look at the pepper, not knowing how to start. She looks at you confused. “You don’t know how to cut a pepper do you?” She asks and you shake your head. “Ok well first.” She starts as she picks up the knife and holds the pepper down. “You gotta cut the bottom and the head off.” She says as she cuts them off. “Then you gotta pull the middle of it out then you can rinse the pepper under water to get rid of all the seeds.” She says and hands you the pepper and you run it under water to get rid of the seeds. You bring it back and she instructs you how to cut it into little pieces. She hands you the knife and you start cutting it in pieces but she stops you. “That’s not the proper way to cut hon.” She says and stands behind you. “Here let mommy guide you.” She whispers in your ear and places her hands over yours. “You gotta cut like this baby.” She says and moves your hands to show you the proper way.

You continue to cut the peppers the way she showed you and she smiles at you. She goes and starts to cut the onion and you glance at her every once in awhile. After a minute you start to feel a sting in your eyes and you’re wondering why but you don’t say anything. Then after 30 seconds you start sniffling and your eyes are watery. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and you’re confused and you hear Chessy chuckle.

“Probably should have warned you hon, when cutting up onions, it stings your eyes.” She tells you and you look at her through watery eyes and can see that she’s barely affected.

“Then how come you seem fine?” You ask and she giggles.

“Cause I’m used to it.” She tells you. 30 seconds later and you stop cutting, your eyes are too watery to see and your eyes are stinging as well. You put the knife down and you wipe at your eyes again and sniffle. You didn’t see Chessy stopping and coming over to you until you feel something press against your eye and you flinch. “It’s paper towel, to wipe the tears away.” She says and you take it and wipe them off.

“How long until the onions stop stinging my eyes?” You ask.

“I’d say about 3 more minutes, I’m just about done. Just close your eyes for now.” She tells you and you nod and close your eyes. She goes back and finishes cutting up the onion in 2 minutes. She then walks over to where you are and plants a kiss on your lips. “It’s finished but give a few seconds to air out.” She tells you while wrapping her arms around your waist. After the stinging stops, you wipe your tears away and then open your eyes and you see Chessy smiling at you. “Hey beautiful.” She says and you smile back at her.

“Hi. I guess I’ll go back to cutting up the pepper.” You say and she lets you go. Chessy comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist again and puts her chin on your shoulder. She pulls your ponytail a bit and starts kissing your neck. “What are you doing?” You ask her.

“Just getting my taste of you.” She says slyly and pulls away when you start moaning. You give her a glare when she just goes back to having her hands around you like nothing happened.

You finish cutting up the pepper and Chessy walks over to the counter where everything is to make the sauce. You bring the pepper pieces over and she shows you how to add everything properly and then puts it on the stove to cook. She then gets you to add the spaghetti noodles in the pot and then you just have to watch over everything for a few minutes.

After 10 minutes Chessy turns the stove off and puts the noodles on the plates, then the sauce. “And there we go. That’s how you make spaghetti.” She tells you and you smile at making your first meal with Chessy.

“Wow, I can’t believe I just made spaghetti.” You say while beaming. You two sit down to eat and when you take your first bite, you beam again. “It seems to taste better.” You tell her and she smiles.

“It always tastes better if you make yourself something.” She says and you smile. You two eat the spaghetti while making conversation. After you’re done, Chessy does the dishes while you put the leftovers in containers. While Chessy is finishing the dishes, she starts a conversation with you. “So how was your cooking lesson?” She asks.

“It was good, it held my interest this time.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Maybe I’ll teach you how to make burgers next, those are quick and easy too. Have you made yourself tuna sandwiches?” She asks and you shake your head. “Seriously? That’s the easiest thing to make. You open the tin, you put it on the piece of bread and then you put another piece of bread on and you’re done.” She explains and you blush.

“I don’t know how to make anything. Well I guess I know how to make spaghetti and tuna sandwiches now.” You say and she shakes her head at you. She finishes the dishes and then dries her hands.

She walks up to you and puts her hands on your hips. “So how about we have some dessert now?” She whispers in your ear then gives a gentle bite to your ear.

“I like the sound of that.” You tell her.

“Good, because I’m craving something sweet.” She says and lifts you up with your legs and arms wrapped around her. She brings you upstairs and you start kissing her neck and she stumbles a little bit when you start sucking. She makes it to the bed and drops you on it. She straddles your hips and kisses you passionately. “Hmm, all I could think about for the past two hours is all the places I want to put my mouth on you.” She says and you can’t help but giggle. She pulls away and looks at you with a smile. “What’s got you giggling?”

“You. And the fact that you have become so addicted to sex since we started doing it a few months ago.” You tell her and you giggle again.

“Hm I think it’s more the fact that I’m addicted to you.” She tells you and of course she can’t help but tease you. “But if you don’t want to do it then…” she says as she goes to get off of you but you stop her.

“No no no no. I didn’t say that. I just found it funny and cute how addicted you became.” You backtracked and then you see her smirk and realise she was just teasing you and you fell for it. “You little shit.” You tell her and she laughs.

Before you can respond to her again, her lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking. She knows your body well by now, she knows what gets you going and what turns you off. She then goes for your shirt and takes it off quickly so she can return her lips to your skin as fast as possible. She then moves her lips down to your chest and sucks the skin there too, always wanting to mark so people know you’re taken. She then quickly unclips your bra and pulls it off so her lips can explore more of you. She pushes you back and you fall back on your back and she dives down and puts a nipple in her mouth, and instantly sucks and licks it. You start to buck your hips and she knows you’re gonna start begging any second now. She switches to the other nipple and it pulls a moan from you. You go to reach for her and pull her shirt off but she pins your hands down.

“I want to touch you.” You whine out and she smiles and pulls back from your nipple.

“Oh I know my pretty girl.” She says and purrs a bit as she touches all over your chest and stomach.

“So why can’t I touch you?” You ask her and smirks at you.

“Because I haven’t determined if you earned it yet.” She says so casually.

“But I obeyed you during the cooking lesson.” You pouted.

“Hmm, I guess you have a point there baby.” She told you then started unbuttoning her shirt, slowly. She undid the last button then took if off while watching your reaction the whole time. She loved your reactions to her body, she knows she might not be the prettiest girl in the world, but you make her feel like she is. You stared at her undressing in front of you, almost drooling when she was halfway done the buttons. When she took her shirt off, you immediately put your hands on her stomach and started touching her all over, you whined when the bra got in the way. She giggled and effortlessly unclipped her bra and took it off. She pushed you back down when you went to sit up to put them in your mouth and let out a whine and pout. You went and grabbed them but she pinned your hands above your head. However when pinning your hands, it got her chest to be. Right above your head and her boobs were right there and you lifted your head a bit and was able to suck on a nipple. She gasped and looked at you with her mouth hanging open. “Oh baby, hmm, I guess I’ll let you continue since you tried so hard and your mouth feels so good.” She says and you smile.

She started grinding her hips on you as you started sucking her nipples just how she likes the best. When she pulled back after you sucked the second nipple, she got off the bed and took your pants off. She got a surge of confidence when she saw a patch of wetness on your underwear before taking them off as well. She got on her knees and kissed your thighs before pressing a kiss to your clit and you bucked your hips. She dived in and licked your entrance and you moaned. On most days, she would normally take her time with your pussy but considering she’s been turned on for 2 hours, she doesn’t take her time. She goes right to your clit and starts licking and sucking on it and only stops when you’re right about to come. She pulls back and you look at her shocked.

“Don’t look at me like that. I want to make sure I fuck you good baby.” She says. She goes to her nightstand and pulls out a dildo and strap. She takes her pants and underwear off and then slides the strap on before putting the dildo in it. Once secure, she goes between your legs, grabs your hips, and slowly slides it in your entrance.

You gasp as she slides in more. When she’s in fully, she moans as the dildo hits her clit. She slides it in and out of you, slowly at first then picks up speed.

After about a minute of her pounding into you she starts rubbing your clit as she’s getting close to coming. When you start showing signs of being close, she leans over you and you immediately put your hands on her back and dig your nails in her skin a bit. Chessy knows you prefer to touch her when you’re close, a way to handle the stimulation.

“Go on baby, come for me.” Chessy tells you, knowing you’re just about too. Lo and behold, you come just after she says it. Seeing you come sends her right over the edge herself and then she carefully pulls out of you. She makes quick work in clearing you both up, she then takes the strap off, and climbs into bed with you and cuddles you.

“Thank you for the cooking lesson, and the sex.” You tell her after your body stopped shaking and she giggles.

“Of course hun, I can’t let my girl go starving, in both ways.” She tells you and you chuckle. She holds you tighter to her body, not wanting to ever let you go.

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[trashytoastboi]

Could you do a scenario with s/o smacks shanks, ace and kid's butt? I saw my sister do that to her boyfriend and his funny expressions just made me laugh.

Heyya🍀 sure thing! Terribly sorry for the long wait on this. Honestly was pretty funny imagining how the boys would react. Hope you enjoy~🍞

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Headcanons: S/O smacks Shanks, Ace and Kid's butt.

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Shanks

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☠ Shanks was lost in thought, looking at the map and stack of bounty posters. He near drove himself into a headache with how many things were going around in his head right now. His attention so focused that nothing else around him existed. Including {Name} who had been trying to call him for a while. Shanks just rubbed his temples, a heavy sigh escaping lips and {Name} deciding on a more effective attention grabber.

☠ {Name} gave up on trying to distract him with conventional means. They pondered over what they should do and walked around. Turning to see how Shanks leaned his weight on the table and his ass stood out quite prominently. Now {Name} didn't mean to sound like a pervert but they could appreciate that Shanks has some cake. They shook their heads and shooed away the thoughts of a potential plan.

☠ Well the opportunity presented itself, it would be a real shame to give it up without having done anything. Shanks hummed and sighed, {Name} didn't even need to sneak about, they easily stood behind him. Still debating whether or not they should do it. They raised their hand, even aimed for the best landing position and smacked Shanks' ass.

☠ The sudden impact earned {Name} his undivided attention. He couldn't help but blush, one would think there wasn't much that could surprise one of emperors of sea...and yet, realizing he enjoyed the feeling of having his ass slapped by his partner definitely qualified.

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Portgas D. Ace

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🔥 Ace had a penchant for using his devil fruit powers for occasionally stupid things. One of those things being; heating his hand up slightly and smacking {Name} on the butt, then proceeding to make some kind of pun about toasted buns. The point remains that {Name} had something they deemed worthy of payback, a simple case of tit for tat. In this case, slap for smack.

🔥 It was serious, they practiced sneaking up on people to perfect the most optimal and unexpected conditions. To truly surprise Ace, so much so he would have never seen it coming. Even when he continued his little pranks, {Name} reacted in a more docile manner, utilizing the utmost patience in preparation for the perfect moment to strike.

🔥 Ace stares out into the sea, unknown whether he's brooding or reminiscing. His gaze stared into the empty ocean while his mind occupied with the thoughts. A stoic expression, unaware of {Name} who snuck up perfectly. Only two steps behind him with bated breath, they readied themselves and with the right amount of power they executed the most perfect slap to Ace's ass.

🔥 The loud sound that resounded from the swat could have been enough to startle a man, should have been enough to startle Ace... although he was far too concerned over the fact that he moaned. MOANED. Both of them stood there in silence, reeling from an instant before when Ace let out a loud and very melodic moan over the smack. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eustass Kid

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🛠 Kid felt an ache in his back from being hunched over for the last few hours. Fiddling away with some new component that did this and that, he tried to explain the concept behind its mechanism which flew over everyone's heads. He finally stood up, stretching out and trying to loosen the taut muscles. {Name} had been watching this, intrigued to see how delicately Kid could work when his focus was on something, it really is a fascinating sight to see the large man so full of finesse.

🛠 {Name} stared in awe at his muscular back, a treat for the eyes they would say in compliment for the feisty captain. They knew how it felt to be hugged by him and didn't hold a real curiosity towards how his muscles felt, not like the random people who wanted to squeeze Kid's biceps every once in a while. However, they did hold curiosity towards a different part and wondered about Kid's butt. An odd thought but {Name} is a curious being who often acted on these curiosities.

🛠 Without any pretense, no ceremony nor preparation they simply stepped forward and smacked Kid, right on the ass. It wasn't hard or meant to elicit any kind of reaction, it was just a casual well meaning smack on the backside.

🛠 Kid is confused... in fact so confused that he couldn't even get angry. "Did you just slap my ass?" He already knew but maybe a confirmation of reality. A need to know that he didn't imagine what happened 30 seconds prior. "Yeah, I was curious about how it would feel." Kid doesn't even reply, he's honestly too flabbergasted and after a few minutes of silence between them "And?... how did it feel?" He queries, wanting to know about their thoughts. "Hmmm, squishier than I expected."

[wolftracked]

❛ Thanks to you, I remembered what it means to love again.❜ Patrick toasted Elias during one of their coffee dates. ❛I mean, you've got the kindest heart, the most warming smile, brighter than mine if I do say so myself. Being with you and seeing the way your eyes sparkled with glee whenever we got time together made me want to be a better man. Made me want to be worthy and deserving of said smiles. Hell... I know I no longer have the privilege of your very, very gorgeous body on top of mine but... You can't even begin to imagine how glad I am that we had the chance to be together. Just... Shitty time. On both our sides.❜

@ofwings-andclaws

it's not a happy happenstance per se, it's not a happy reunion of sorts - except ... for that it was. at least patrick got out of this with a smile on his face. elias wished him the best, he wished him everything he yearned for & the eternal love of his fox. the fox that had this beautiful person wrapped around their little finger with seemingly having to put no effort in at all. he wished them both the best from the bottom of his heart, even if his own yearned for what they would have. he knew he'd never experience that himself, not with the man who had a death grip on his heart.

part of him regretted coming to new haven. part of him wished to return to life before he knew what he was - who he was. the fancy dinner parties, the high society snob festivities, the wine & the stuck-up attitude from most of the people in his past vicinity. he didn't miss them per se, but he missed ... well, he missed how easy life was at the time. sure, he'd felt trapped in this perfect son mindset he'd spent most of his life in & would still want to flee to find freedom somewhere, but at least he'd not torn himself apart for the love of someone who... couldn't.

it'd been just his luck, losing his heart to the first guy looking for. a quickie. patrick was different & elias would never deny that. he really thought he could love him, that maybe patrick was his savior, the one to free him from trenton's paws of doom, but... it hadn't been meant to be. patrick... was wonderful, loving & sweet - while he definitely had unfortunate taste in omegas, but they weren't meant to be together. patrick couldn't love him - not the way he loved his fox & that was exactly the love elias craved. the old elias - the version that hadn't met patrick yet... well, that elias believed in it, still. a lot had happened since then.

for a little while he could dream & patrick gave him that. elias would never forget that. he was still unbelievably fond of the shark, which was why he enjoyed their coffee dates greatly, even if today felt like kind of a goodbye. unless .. he was seeing it wrong? maybe he was imagining it. possible.

"i'm glad you see it this way." he offered a little smile in return, letting his mug return to the table after sipping it. "i'm glad you're doing well." he really was, seeing him glow made elias happy. maybe his time would come one day too. pffhht, as if. "it definitely was bad timing." if only he'd met him earlier. if only. life could be so easy. so fulfilling. soft sigh escaped at the thought, but when he glanced up from his coffee again he was smiling. "i knew you two would work it out. nobody can withstand your smile."

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Anotonin shrugged while pouring Rodolphus and himself another drink.  “I don’t mind it’s part of the game. If Bella thought I was serious she’d make sure her cousin never found out that I had brought it up or that she cut off pieces until she was sure I wouldn’t again.  She made that pretty clear or something to that effect.  I feel like idle threats and off hand things about house elves are most of what I get from the Lestrange family of late.” Antonin laughed to himself, it was a bit of an exaggeration, but perhaps not too much, but what were a few not so idle threats between friends. It kept things civil knowing death was the least of their worries. “Yes, striking fear whether they know who we are also lets anyone who puts the robes and mask on use our collective reputations.  Not that most of our number couldn’t strike up fear on their own, but sometimes it’s called for.” “Not good enough to teach your brother about magic, or you about husbandly duties. Perhaps I should just retire, or maybe you’ll have to teach me.  The finer points of living a life of leisure.  Wife to cater to my every whim while I waste away, squander my fortunes and find new ways to pickle myself.” Antonin swirled his drink to show he was getting a head start on at least one of the points.  The day he needed tips on how to drink he would consign himself to the darkest corner of mungos. He swirled his drink lost in thoughts that could only occur when drinking with friends and you cared as much about camaraderie as answers.  “Why do you think we swear by being locked in mungos as much as azkaban?  Is it worse to lose your sanity or freedom or do you think one follows the other?  I would say it’s unrelated, but we were just discussing marriage and your expertise in it so it seems pertinent to ask.” He truly wondered at how his friend would answer the question, and approach the topic of marriage, though he doubted sanity was his top concern as entwined with Bella as he was, a bit of madness was good to have on demand. He raised his glass. “To the bit of madness that keeps our lives interesting. You just had the fortune to marry most of yours!” Antonin smiled at the bit of added ribbing, but the toast was no less genuine. “I’m sure Bella will be glad to have made the topic of conversation, a more worthy topic than house elves at any rate.”

"You make a few valid points about the absurd robes. The main one being to show there's a monster behind the mask but, then again, if one in a mask is aiming to kill then of course the would be some sort of monster so why not see their face the whole time? And let's be honest, those masks wouldn't fool anyone into thinking we're offering help. If that were the case they would need to be locked away at St. Mungo's. But the one interesting thing you've said is that everyone should be broken differently. I won't argue with that." Rodolphus drank. "I also won't argue if it's mandated by the Dark Lord himself. He has his reasons. But given the choice I want my victims to see this gorgeous face sucking away their life force."

Rodolphus looked at Antonin. He was being calculating, choosing his words carefully -- as always. Antonin was a curious creature but that was probably why he and Rodolphus were friends. They were both some kind of creature, both to be careful around. It was those types that Rodolphus liked to keep his company.

"Leta and Serra are more than just students to you? I'm curious to know what exactly that means," his eyebrow twitched. "I must hear about them. Tell me everything. And --" there was a pause, "thank you for not considering my brother a student. Rabastan is quite skilled in all areas of magic. He's too intelligent and talented for his own good at times. A helpful hand is never a bad thing but he'll never be a student again. Hogwarts was enough for the likes of the Lestrages. Except for Alecto who, for some reason, chooses to teach there. Better than being a student which she will also never need to be again."

Laughter burst from Rodolphus as Antonin mentioned Sinistra. "Ah, yes. Don't tell Bellatrix but I wouldn't have minded getting my chance with good old Sinistra Lowe," he took another sip of his drink with a smirk on his face. "I can see how she would be a good mouthpiece," he laughed again. "But honestly, she is intelligent and appears to have some other good qualities to offer. Her being a student could come with some great opportunities. An intelligent mind is just as important as those skilled with spells."

Rodolphus cleared his throat. "No offense -- or offense, it's no matter -- but I don't quite think you're my wife's type. I think I handle her quite well. She's mad and that's just the way I like her. I wouldn't want to change that psychopath for anything," he shook his head. "You wouldn't be able to handle her." He swished his glass but all that was left was ice. "I need another drink."

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TGI Friday’s Endless Apps Review

If you’re a fan of enjoying savory appetizers in a fun environment, what could be better than Endless Apps at TGI Friday’s? “Endless Apps” refers to limitless appetizers, and TGI Friday’s has a vast range of tasty appetizers that you can either enjoy before your meal or in place of a meal. The franchise has offered this deal for a limited time on more than one occasion, and it’s a welcomed addition to the menu – as most endless, bottomless, unlimited deals would be. While your tastebuds are warming up, let’s dig into this TGI Friday’s Endless Apps Review.

History and Inspiration

Crave-worthy appetizers have been a part of TGI Fridays since the beginning. The franchise introduced the Endless Apps deal for “people who don’t like to see a good time end.” You can pick out one appetizer, then another, then another until your heart and tummy are content. With this deal, customers can order unlimited refills. It was launched in 2019 for a limited time, but the deal was so popular that TGI Friday’s announced that the deal has made a comeback, and this time, it’s here to stay.

Types of TGI Friday’s Endless Apps

Unfortunately, not all of the appetizers listed in TGI Friday’s menu aren’t available in the Endless Apps deal. Only a few selected appetizers from the actual menu and a few other added items are available. These include the following: Mozzarella Sticks Boneless Buffalo Wings Loaded potato skins BBQ chicken flatbread Pan-seared potstickers Green bean fries Sesame Chicken strips Meatballs  Fried pickles TGI Friday’s Endless Apps Review Can’t decide which appetizer to choose? That’s the beauty of this deal – you can order more than one item. You’ll likely be allowed only to order one item at a time, but that gives you enough time to decide your ordering strategy. Do you order the newer items first and work your way backward to the classics? Do you order alphabetically? Do you opt for a more adventurous approach? Close your eyes and point at the menu. As the deal suggests, the possibilities are endless.

1.      Taste and Texture The Endless Apps are all delicious- I know, I’ve tried each of them. They’re all rich in flavor and packed with savory ingredients, mostly fried and saucy. My only complaint would be that every once in a while, something tastes like it’s been sitting in the kitchen too long, or it was re-heated. I’ve noticed this more with the loaded potato skins- almost as if they’ve been re-cooked or overcooked. I can overlook this as long as they’re loaded with cheese, bacon, and sour cream, which they are, but in a case such as this, my next order would be something less “heavy” and dense. The buffalo wings are always a great choice- the chicken is juicy and tender, and each piece is drenched in sauce. The Sesame Jack Chicken Strips are also on my list of favorites. Golden brown chicken breast strips are coated with crispy Japanese panko breadcrumbs and toasted sesame seeds, then tossed in their famous Jack Daniel’s sauce. I love this sauce with its sweet, barbeque flavors. Overall, I’d say you can’t go wrong with any of the choices. 2. Are they healthy? Ordering the Endless Apps is like a party for your tastebuds, and like most parties, the food is delicious and non-nutritious. Most of the items are full of carbs, calories, and sodium. For example, the Boneless Buffalo Wings soaked in the sauce has 1,190 calories and 4,450 mg of sodium. You might think the crispy Green Bean Fries would be a better choice, but those come with 900 calories and 1,720 mg of sodium. The Fried Pickles only have 110 calories, but be careful if you start dipping them in rich sauces. If you’re looking for healthy, you might skip the appetizers altogether and go for a Cobb Salad (also savory and filling). 3. Are they Worth it? Some restaurants only offer their special deals on certain days or during specific hours. However, TGI Friday’s offers its Endless Apps all day, every day, even though it was previously only available from 9 PM to closing. Now you can pop in any time to get this deal, so it’s like Happy Hour every hour, every day. The options are some of my top favorites, my kids and friends enjoy them, and the price is unbeatable. This is a fantastic deal, and it’s definitely worth it.

Photo by TGI Fridays   Final Verdict For just $10, you can have endless refills and a wide array of choices, which makes this an incredible deal. The fact that you can order it any time any day makes it even sweeter. Paired with a $5 cocktail during Happy Hour, and you’re set. 

TGI Friday’s Endless Apps Nutrition Facts

Below is the calorie count for the appetizers available with this deal. For a complete nutritional list, visit TGI Friday’s nutrition page. Mozzarella Sticks – 1,100 calories Boneless Buffalo Wings – 1,190 calories Loaded potato skins – 1,430 calories BBQ chicken flatbread – 460 calories Pan-seared potstickers – 590 calories Green bean fries – 900 calories Sesame Jack Chicken strips – 1,090 calories Meatballs – 790 calories Fried pickles – 110 calories

TGI Friday’s Endless Apps Pricing

TGI Friday’s Endless Apps are only $10 per person. Considering each appetizer on its own is between $9 and $12, it’s quite a deal. You likely won’t be permitted to order one Endless App and feed a table of 4 to 5 people, but if there are just one or two people in your party, you might get away with one order. Just be sure to tip your waitstaff very well! If you’d like to keep up with all the special deals and promos going on, be sure to join TGIFriday’s Rewards program. What do you think about our TGI Friday’s Endless Apps Review? Have you tried the Endless Apps deal? Which choice has been your favorite? Do you like to order one of each? Or do you prefer one dish over the others? We’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.   The post TGI Friday’s Endless Apps Review appeared first on Fast Food Menu Prices. Read the full article

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              the  mere  fact  they’re  sitting  opposite  from  each  other  has  got  to  be  his  father’s  worst  decision  of  the  night.  his  eyes  constantly  wander  ,  unable  to  avoid  eye  contact  and  all  caused  by  his  own  deepest  ,  true  desires  to  keep  looking  at  her.  ones  he’s  yet  to  become  aware  of  himself.  ‘’  a  toast  ,  please ,  ’’  he  suddenly  announces  ,  already  feeling  the  burning  eyes  of  the  king  on  his  face  ——  but  honestly  ,  when  has  he  ever  cared  about  that  ?  kisol  stands  up  ,  glass  of  wine  delicately  lifted  between  elongate  fingers  and  immediately  grabbing  any  and  all  of  the  attention  in  the  room.  ‘’  to  this   spectecular  evening  which  signifies  the  beautiful  union  of  two  families  and  emotional  admiration  of  two  individuals  brought  together  by  love  —  ’’  his  gaze  lingers  a  tad  too  long  on  her  ,  before  kisol  looks  next  to  him  and  smiles  down  at  his  fiancée.  ‘’  to  us.  ’’

[peterpparkrr]

art is to feel (ch. 7) | A Bridgerton Series

Series: art is to feel

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton has only one goal for this upcoming social season. To find a wife. What will he do when a young woman with no desire for marriage comes waltzing into his life? 

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Some mild sexual themes, making out, heavy petting

A/N: Please send me all of your questions, comments, and concerns! This chapter was a beast to write but I’m so happy with how it came out :)

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) // (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Epilogue 1)

“Daphne has invited you to tea,” Lady Danbury announced as she held up a letter for you.

“I’m almost certain that reading someone else's mail is illegal,” You grumble as you take the invitation from her hand and sit down in the chair next to her at the breakfast table and place the letter beside your plate.

“I didn’t have to open it, her mother told me that Daphne has been meaning to invite you over for weeks now,” Lady Danbury replies primly before turning back to the tea and toast sitting in front of her. “It seems Daphne wants to meet the woman who has so besotted her eldest brothers.”

“Daphne has already met me,” You reply, dismissing her comments with a wave of your hand. “Besides, she’s married to Simon, surely if she wanted to know anything about me or my character she could just ask her husband.”

“We both know that Simon is not the most forthcoming man,” Lady Danbury responded. “Besides, she doesn’t want to know you through Simon’s doting eyes if she’s trying to discern if you’re worthy of marrying her brother, she wants to do that with her own two eyes.”

You scoff. “She’s not going to interrogate me as a candidate for her future sister-in-law, Gigi, you’re being over-dramatic again.”

“She wants to meet you alone, no doubt she’s been reading about your galavanting with her brothers in Lady Whistledown’s column and now sees it as her responsibility to discern whether or not you’ll do for a wife.” Lady Danbury tells you with a disbelieving scoff of her own. “I’ll expect an apology tomorrow afternoon after you return from tea.”

Daphne Basset (née Bridgerton), The Duchess of Hastings did not trust her husband when it came to matters of the heart. After the horrific mess he’d made of their early marriage, Daphne decided it would be best if she took it upon herself alone to meddle in her older brother’s affairs. As just this once she found herself to be handily more knowledgeable on the subject.

“(Y/N)!” Daphne greeted the young woman as one of her footmen led the young woman into the drawing-room of Daphne and Simon’s London townhome. 

“Daphne,” You greeted the Duchess as you were led into her drawing-room, pressing your cheek against her own as she took your hands in her own and embraced you. “Thank you so much for inviting me.”

“Of course, now please, sit,” Daphne commands as she plays the role of dutiful hostess and picks up the teapot sitting on the service in front of you. “Now how do you take your tea?”

As Daphne pours your cup and encourages you to pick at the treats and snacks set out for the two of you you begin regaling her with the story of the time that a French Marquess had tried to accuse Simon of cheating at cards and due to Simon’s marginal comprehension of the language and you had stepped in on his behalf and berated the Lord in his native tongue using a wide range of colorful words that you had cajoled your french maid into teaching you all while Simon sat in stunned silence, unable to comprehend a single word that was being flung around the room as he attempted to stutter out in broken french that he hadn’t done anything.

“I must confess that getting embarrassing stories out of you about Simon was not my initial goal when inviting you for tea,” Daphne said with a sigh as she dabbed at the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief. 

“Oh?” You ask curiously as you take a sip from your cup.

“I may be younger than my brothers, but I do know more than them when it comes to marriage,” Daphne states plainly as she looks up at you from across the table.

“Daph…” You start to protest.

“Only a blind fool wouldn’t see that you have captured the attention of many eligible men, my brothers included. But I feel it is my duty as Anthony and Benedict���s sister to… well, discern where your interest lies.”

“Ben is only a friend!” You are quick to protest, nearly choking on your tea has your cup clattered to the table in your rush to assure Daphne of your platonic interest in her brothers. 

You should have known this would happen. But you’d rather foolishly believed that with Daphne so recently plucked from the marriage mart that she’d have some recollection of how horrid the insinuations that every eligible man you so much gazed at was a potential courtship in the making.

“And Anthony?” Daphne asked calmly once you’d collected yourself.

You cleared your throat. “Anthony has no interest in marrying me, and he shouldn’t. Surely Simon has told you that I have no intentions to marry.”

“Yes, he has. But neither did Simon this time last year.” Daphne told you with a knowing smile, “Yet here we are.”

“Daphne, you must know that I love your family, and I already count you all as dear friends, you especially, but I cannot marry Anthony,” You told her plainly. “You know as well as I that even if a relationship is completely platonic, the rest of the Ton will see what they want to see, a romantic association that will end in a marriage.”

Daphne nods.

“Last year, Anthony took it upon himself to control my season and nearly saw me engaged to a truly horrid lord. While Anthony loves his family very much, he can be incredibly foolish when it comes to the marriage market,” She tells you.

“I didn’t ask you here to ensure you were an appropriate choice for my brother, or whatever assumptions you might have made,” Daphne continues. “I asked you to visit because I want to ensure that my brother marries a woman that he truly loves and who truly loves him in return. Anthony will never propose to the right woman. Unless he has been gently prompted towards the correct choice.”

You opened your mouth to dispute her statement but Daphne continued before you could get a word out.

“He has it in his mind that he should marry without love, that love makes a mess of things and that he will only find a happy marriage if he can assure he doesn’t fall in love,” Daphne says. “I think he will be proven wrong.”

“I think you will be the one to prove him wrong.”

You stare at her with wide eyes.

“I’m not going to ask you if you love Anthony. But I can tell that he has strong feelings for you, feelings that could grow into love if they haven’t already,” She adds, noting your inability to respond to everything she has just told you. “Just know, that if he proposes to you, it will be against his own poor judgment and that he will not do it because of duty or obligation, he’ll do it because of how he feels about you.”

You sit with that for a moment before Daphne smoothes her hands across her lap. 

“Now, would you like to meet Amelia?” She asks with a wide smile as she stands to lead you out of the room.

The quiet thrum of the orchestra’s string section was easily drowned out by the conversation and laughter of the young people that had all congregated in the ballroom. The party was already well underway by the time that you and your godmother had arrived.

Lady Shelbourne always made a point of inviting as many people as possible to her events. Her balls were sure to be filled with the members of the ton, and the evening itself was sure to be packed with so much drama that there would be nothing else to gossip about for the rest of the week.

“Dear, you look wonderful!” Lady Bridgerton cooed as you made your way to where she was standing with Eloise and Colin. 

Lady Danbury had stopped somewhere along the way, you thought you’d seen Gareth standing among some friends when you first entered, and once Lady Danbury caught sight of her grandson he became the sole focus of her attention. She was most likely already accosting the young man for his dress or inappropriate flirtations.

“Thank you,” You reply with a smile as Lady Bridgerton takes your hand in hers. “I still don’t know how you always look so serene and calm with eight children running around,” You add, squeezing her hand gently. 

“It’s all a facade, my mind is so scattered these days, trying to keep tabs on them all. I used to think that Hyacinth and Gregory would be the death of me, but recently it’s these supposedly grown children who are causing me strife,” She tells you with a pointed glance at the children standing next to her.

“Oh, no! What sort of mischief have they been causing as of late?” You ask curiously as you grin at Eloise knowingly.

“Well all of my children seem to be running in opposite directions, and Anthony seems to be the only even remotely giving serious consideration to matrimony,” Lady Bridgerton replies with a sigh, her gaze 

Oh no. You’d unwittingly led yourself into the lion’s den with that one. Who knew the Dowager Viscountess was so devious?

“All I want for my children is for each of them to find a marriage as happy as my own,” Lady Bridgerton continues, shooting her children a reproachful look. Unaware of the panic you’re trying to banish from your expression. “And though I know that you can’t rush love, or find it in places it is not, I do wish they would all at least try to look.” 

Colin and Eloise both look properly scandalized by their mother’s bemoaning. Clearly, this is not the first time they’ve heard this particular speech.

“Lady Danbury tells me that you don’t wish to marry yet,” Lady Bridgerton adds as she turns her attention from her children back on to you.

Your eyes go wide as you flounder slightly. “I-Uh-”

“Mother!” Eloise hisses, clearly mortified by her mother’s lack of discretion.

“I don’t mean to put you on the spot, my dear, but I see the way that Anthony looks at you.”

“I don’t- I mean, I uh…” You stalled.

Eloise cleared her through, cutting off your embarrassing floundering. “I’m quite parched, (Y/N), would you like to accompany me to the refreshments table?”

“Of course,” You reply quickly, shooting her an appreciative smile. 

“We’ll be right back, mother,” Eloise says as she takes you by the arm and pulls you away.

“Goodness, I can’t believe she actually said all that, she must be more in her cups than we realized,” Eloise apologizes, “Now we’ve each saved the other from the unfortunate members of my family.”

“Your gentleman seems to be brooding rather spectacularly this evening,” Lady Danbury says as Lord Easterly returns you to your guardian after dancing the cotillion.

After Eloise rescued you from her mother you hadn’t stopped moving. While the two of you were at the refreshments table, Mr. Jacoby had asked you to dance. Then Michael Sterling danced with you, and then you and Colin had danced a reel as partners before you’d danced with Lord Easterly.

This was perhaps the most popular you’d been at a ball since you’d returned to London. Of course, none of the men you danced with were seriously interested in you. But it seemed that if a Lord seemed intent on a young woman, every other young man would flock to her. 

“He is not my gentleman,” You huff at your guardian as you glance across the room and see Anthony is in fact sulking on the other side of the room. You offer him a small smile when you manage to catch his eye. 

“Besides, he always looks like that,” You add when you tear your gaze away from him and turn back to Lady Danbury. But you know it isn’t the truth. You’ve seen what Anthony looks like when he’s actually happy plenty of times. 

The laughter when you make some comment that is wholly inappropriate. The self-satisfied smirk he wears when he beats Gregory at some sort of lawn game (that Gregory had no chance of winning anyway). Even the little smiles that he saves for Hyacinth. 

You’ve seen them all. Been privileged enough to see what Anthony is like behind his mask when the walls have all been torn down.

You’ve rarely seen Anthony look glum when he's with you, at least just the two of you.

You’re so lost in your train of thought that you don’t even notice Anthony making his way to you until you hear his voice calling your name from behind you.

“Would you care to dance, Miss (Y/L/N)?” He asks you, offering his arm to you.

“Of course,” You reply, placing your hand on his.

As the two of you make your way to the dance floor you turn to place your hand in his and place your other hand on his upper arm.

“You know what I just realized?” Anthony asks you.

You look up at him, “What?”

“This is the first time we’ve ever danced together,” He tells you with a small smile.

“No-” You pondered your memories of the last few balls you’d attended, before realizing that he’s right. “I suppose that’s true. How is that possible?”

“I can never seem to get you before your dance card is full,” Anthony tells you, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you see something unfamiliar flick across his face as he says it. An expression not far off the one he’d had on his face before he’d left you at the Opera last week.

“I’m sorry,” You blurted out. Wanting to apologize before he can leave again.

“For what?” He asks, his brow furrowing.

“For whatever I did to upset you at the Opera. I’ve been trying to figure out what I said wrong, but I honestly don’t know, but that doesn’t matter, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.” 

“I wasn’t angry,” He replies swiftly. “And there’s nothing to forgive.”

You both continued to dance. Anthony leading you around the ballroom.

“Now you should comment on something. The decorations in the room, or the number of couples,” You tell him.

“Do you make bossing around your dance partner a rule? Or?” 

You roll your eyes. “Would you rather just be silent while we dance? Just stare at each other silently for the duration of the song?”

“I can think of far worse things than staring at you, (Y/N),” Anthony replied. “Looking at you happens to be one of my favorite pastimes.”

You felt an unfamiliar warmth crawl up your cheeks and across your chest at Anthony’s words. 

Was he flirting with you?

“Have I finally stunned you into silence? If I’d know that all it would take was to compliment you, I would have started ages ago,” Anthony teases.

“I..” You mutter step away from him, your eyes wide as everything hits you at once. “I-I have to go,” You manage to stutter out as you leave him somewhat unceremoniously on the edge of the dance floor.

There’s a haze of smoke, candles burning low, and many of the party-goers scattered as you make your way through the other rooms of the house as quickly as your feet can carry you. You pass a group of men at a card table who’ve clearly had too much to drink, as they shout over each other unintelligibly as you move past them. Or a group of mamas gossiping outside of the powder room as you moved into the hallway.

“Have I done something wrong?” Anthony asks as he jogs behind you, trying to keep up with your pace as you make your way through the winding corridors of Lord and Lady Shelbourne’s house.

“I just need some air, I need to think,” You answered quickly as you tried to find a way out of this blasted house. Didn’t the Shelbourne’s have balconies?

“Think about what? It was just a jest, (Y/N), I take it back, I didn’t think it would bother you so,” Anthony begins to apologize, taking your hand in his, forcing you to turn and face him.

“It’s not that, I mean- it’s not just that, first Lady Danbury and then your sister and even your mother, I don’t- I can’t- I need to think!”

Were you truly so stupid? Everyone had been trying to tell you for weeks that Anthony was looking for a wife. He wanted to get married. And you’d stupidly believed that he wasn’t considering you. Trusted that he was looking for a wife, naive enough to think that he just saw you as a friend. 

God, you feel like such a fool now. 

“Maybe you need to go home, should I fetch Lady Danbury for you?” He asked carefully as he took in your distressed form.

“No!”

Your mind was moving a mile a minute. But you knew that Lady Danbury couldn’t see you like this. No one could. They’d only ask you questions that you didn’t know the answer to.

“I just, Please just give me a moment,” You tell him. “I just need to collect myself.”

You needed fresh air or to paint, something that would give your brain the space to work through the jumbled mess that was currently bouncing around inside your head.

After several minutes of silence you finally spoke.

“Everyone thinks we should marry,” You state. Looking up at him.

“Yes,” Anthony replies plainly.

You groan as you rub your gloved hands over your face. 

“Is it really so unimaginable to you?” Anthony asks, his voice quiet as his eyes bore into your own. “Don’t you think we would suit?”

“It’s not that, it's that I have no intention of marrying, even someone I’m fond of, even someone like you,” You admit, through your eyes can’t quite meet his own.

“And you’re just fond of me? Is that it?” Anthony replies, “Because if I didn’t know any better I’d say that it’s something much deeper than fondness that you hold for me.”

You scoff. “You just want me to agree to marry you.”

“You’ll want to marry me, (Y/N),” He whispers lowly, his voice low as his face leers just inches away from your own. He’s so close to you. Far closer than he ever has been before, even just minutes ago when you were dancing in his arms. 

He’s dangerously close.

“Look at me,” He says. It doesn’t come out of his voice like a command, but you obey nonetheless.

“What?” You whisper. Your voice comes out far less sure than you wanted it to.

“You’re quite the little adventuress. I can see it in your eyes, darling, I know you’re attracted to me,” Anthony replies with a smirk.

You hate that he’s right. Of course you’re attracted to him. You always have been, he’s just always stayed respectable with you, and you’re a young woman, you have the self-control to spare when it comes to young men in your company.

You leaned closer still to him, your eyes peering up at him through your eyelashes. You brush your fingertips up the curve of his arm to his shoulder, up to the nape of the neck where you finally rest them.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to get what they want,” You whisper, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear.

You feel Anthony shudder under your touch as you pull your face just far enough back to look at him again.

“Don’t ever call me a tease without me warranting it,” You practically hiss.

You move to pull yourself away from him. To disentangle yourself from the precarious position you had placed yourself in. 

But Anthony didn’t let you. You felt his hands tighten around your waist. And you could have sworn he growled. 

“But you are a tease,” He reminds you.

Now it was your breath that hitched in your throat as your eyes flitted back up to Anthony’s face.

“Anthony-”

“No, I think you want this,” He says as his eyes search your own, looking for a single hint of hesitation. “Do you want this?”

Your breath hitches as he brings one of his hands up from your waist to cup the back of your neck.

 “Yes,” You breathe out 

With that Anthony presses his lips desperately against yours. His lips capture your own in a desperate, searing kiss. 

His lips moved against your own as his hands wrapped around your ribcage, his thumbs swiping over your breasts, causing your nipples to harden as you moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue access into the wet warmth of your mouth.

You were burning, and you wanted even more.

It was wrong. It was so wrong. You’d never done anything like this before, never felt anything like this before.  But you couldn’t, shouldn’t be doing this, not with a man who you could never marry.

You pressed your body up against his, and you could feel the obvious proof of his attraction to you against your abdomen through the fabrics of your skirt.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” Anthony asked lowly as his mouth began to make a trail of searing kisses down your neck, his lips ghosting over your pulse point before they attached to your collarbone. 

Desire warmed your belly as you took in his words, before your fingers grasped at his hair and you pulled his mouth back up to your own.

Anthony’s hands wound around to your back before he grasped at your bottom, pulling your body even tighter against his own, a feat that you hadn’t thought possible.

As his hands palmed at your body you let your own hands explore his body, running them down his chest to the waist of his pants. You let your fingers play with the hem of his pants as you tried to form a coherent thought. But all you knew is that his manhood was right there, pressing against your right hip as he moaned into your mouth.

“You’re perfect,” Anthony muttered, “You’re so, so beautiful.”

Just as your hand moved to dip below the band of his pants you heard voices as a door down the hall opened. 

The two of you sprang apart as you both whipped around to face the noise. A group of people must of come through a doorway around the corner because you heard several voiced, but instead of coming around the corner and finding the two of you in this compromising position, they must have headed down the other hallway, as you both listened to the voices fade away as the moved out of earshot. 

As you attempted to calm your racing heartbeat, and to smooth your clothing and hair back into their presentable appearance you glanced up at Anthony nervously

“(Y/N)-”

“No,” you cut him off abruptly. “Don’t say anything. And don’t follow me back in.” You tell him seriously as you turn on your heels and head back towards the ballroom. Intent on finding Lady Danbury and getting the hell away from this ball.

[beauaustinsinclair]

Beau couldn't help the smile that came to his face at her approval. He nodded, grabbing out two fresh wine glasses and the bottle opener, removing the cork and pouring some into each. "Lucky for you, I've got a pretty high tolerance working here. I'm consistently asked to do shots with people, so it takes a lot to get me drunk on the job," he explained with a chuckle. Setting the bottle to the side, he leaned against the bar. "Nowhere fancy -- Cali State. Wanted to be close to some family I had out that way but also get to experience something outside of town. Not like I had any plans of leaving later, so it was my chance. Didn't hurt that I got a basketball scholarship, either." A part of him was nostalgic for those days, when things felt easier. "My grandparents gave me this when I graduated. They were never super well off growing up, so they were notoriously cheap with their gifts. Got a lot of homemade things and hand-me-downs from my dad and uncle's clothes they had growing up. This was probably the most they'd spent on anything for me at that point, so I've held onto it as a memento of sorts since. I don't know if that's exactly toast worthy, but there you go." He chuckled. "What brought you this way? You give me big city energy, so I'm guessing either work or some other kind of obligation."

Valentina raised an eyebrow as he came back with a bottle of wine with a bow on it. "And you're offering it to me?" She held her hand out for the bottle and looked it over, unable to avoid the slight smile on her face. "It'll do," she decided and handed it back to him. "And I'll stay, at least until the bottle's done," she agreed, not that she needed to get drunk at this bar but she could certainly sip slowly. "But do you have a rule against having a glass with me at least? You can't make me drink your celebratory bottle alone. That's just sad." She slid her glass towards him, nodding along at his story. She was aware that his father had passed, mostly because she did her research. Not only on Theo's friends but on the town as a whole. "I can relate, not wanting to be told what to do. But a business degree, very nice. Where did you study?" She felt almost endeared by his reasoning and would have felt more if she didn't have an inherent distrust in men who seemed to do good for others. "The Village doesn't get a lot of love from the city, does it. For a town that's as small as this one, you'd think there'd be enough to go around but it seems like this town's governing body has been quite a joke for a long time," she admitted, thanking him as he poured her a fresh glass. "What was the special place in your heart this bottle held? We'll toast to that."

[syven-siren]

Crystallized Yearning // Kinktober 2021

{Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader x Alfie Solomons} Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: Finding new partners, ones that won’t betray the trust of the relationship, can be difficult; especially with the shady characters Tommy does dealings with. But if there’s one thing you know, it’s how to pick the man for the job and Alfie Solomons is just right to put you in the position you’ve always coveted. 

Warnings: 18+ / voyeurism / cuckolding / double penetration / degradation / praise kink / size kink / power play / taunting / multiple creampie

There’s something about joining Tommy at his business meetings that is quite enjoyable. Though it’s been quite a few years since your initial accompaniment, there’s always something new to discover. It certainly isn’t the men, who Tommy deems worthy of his time, that you find intriguing. Most leer, just after their initial fascination wears off, forgetting their decorum while others scoff at your presence in the room. Those men believe a woman’s place is in the home or by her husband’s side while minding her words and tending to their children.

Alfie, like many of the other men you’ve come to know, directs his words towards Tom as soon as you step foot in his office. “I see you brought the missus then. Could have warned me. I’d ‘ave cleaned up the place a bit.”

You interject. The words flow easily with the sharpness of the blades hidden with Tommy’s cap, “He didn’t bring me. I decided to come and I’m not his wife.”

You are a blazing spirit, unabashed nature, and blunt words all held together in beautiful physical form. As most have outwardly exclaimed with no such eloquence, you are a truly blasphemous entity. But you’ll forgive Alfie's mistake this one time, if only because you’ve come with one certain objective in mind.

Many men assume, incorrectly, that you are a weakness, both to yourself and to Tommy. And taking control of the situation is fairly easy when your opposition assumes, incorrectly, that you are a whore Tommy totes around. You may not have the ring on your finger, yet, to announce your status in Tommy’s life but you have never been one that needed material symbols of commitment. And being a whore or housewife has never been and will never be your place.  

“Excuse me then.” His eyes wander to Tommy who has settled himself on the old couch far across the room before flickering back to you.

“I’m here to make a deal with you, Mr. Solomons.”

“Alfie is fine,” He waves off your formalities just as you thought he would. A smile slinking onto his face as he tries to calculate your next move, “And what could I possibly get you? Doesn’t Tommy give you everything you desire?”

“I don’t need a man to give me what I want. I take it on my own.”

A loud laugh rises up from him, “A real firecracker you got here, mate. I see why you keep her around.”

“You still don’t get it, Alfie.”

“Oh, I don’t? I always do tell Tom that intelligence is a valuable fucking thing. Come enlighten me then, love.” He relaxes in his seat, arms open wide in an unintentional invitation that you gladly accept.

Your eyes flick back to Tom who lights his cigarette. The corner of his mouth is crooked upwards, the barest hint of amusement on his face.

“Pour us some rum, Alfie.”

“And what are we toasting to?” Alfie holds the bottle out to Tom in offering, but the blue-eyed man shakes his head.

Gliding around the desk, you take the glass of amber liquid from his hand and down it one gulp. The path after burns, leaving a warm sensation as it hits your stomach and only adding to the heat growing between your thighs. Your gaze wanders over his face, following the drop of alcohol that escapes from his plump lips. You chase after it, your thumb grazing over his bottom lip to wipe the remnant away, “To a good fuck.”

Whether it be your words or actions that catch him off guard, you can not tell but he recovers quickly, pulling you into his lap and smashing his mouth against yours. He’s different from Tommy in that way. Both men are rough and dominant but Alfie has an all-encompassing warmth. It’s a smothering presence, both in size and personality. Whereas Tom is more deliberate and orchestrated. His power and poise are so big they could completely consume you, driving you to the end of pleasure only to yank you back for more.

Thick fingers weave through the skirts around your waist, unfastening them with an ease that only comes with experience. Those same digits pinch and soothe the skin of your exposed thighs dancing upward towards your awaiting core. Your hips rock, grinding yourself against his clothes erection. Even covered, you can tell he is large; a thought that makes you salivate.

A huff in the distance pulls you and Alfie apart, the man looking to his Brummie partner over your shoulder as you begin to suckle red marks on the skin not hidden beneath his cotton shirt.

“This gets you off, Tom? Me about to fuck your girl.”

“Fuck off, Alfie.” Tommy’s tone has a bitter bite but just below it, you can hear the utter enjoyment he is taking from the display you are putting on.

“Alfie, why you gotta rile him up? Hmm? Let him enjoy our little show.”

“You’re a fucking devil woman, you know that?”

You grin at him, leaning in to nip at his cheek before capturing his lips against yours again. It’s easy, the way things flow. No complicated discussion; just lust and yearning taking control and clothes discarded across the floor as you both give in to carnal desires.

Your head tilts back, unintentionally offering your skin for Alfie to mark as you sink onto his cock. The girth of him stretches you far past what you’ve ever experienced. His fingers dip into your hips, guiding you to a pace you both find suitable.

“Fuck. That little hole of hers is amazing, Tom.”

At his praise, your walls clench around Alfie’s thickness. The man below you chuckles, hips lifting off his seat to match the speed of your bounce. The floorboards creak beneath the weight of your joined bodies, only adding to the sounds released from your lungs and the squelch of juices between your thighs.

It’s almost immoral how quickly your orgasm rushes upon you. The tightening of your small cavern has Alfie gasping and grunting as he works you through the pleasure. You milk him, your body silently pleading with him to coat your walls. And like the good man he is, Alfie follows your command, spilling himself within you.

Heavy breaths and tender kisses are shared but he continues, never slowing his assault on your pussy. You shiver as an imposing figure stands behind you; his front brushing your back. The fabric of Tommy’s suit stimulates your already exposed nerve endings.

His lips attach to your shoulder, biting and then soothing the spot with a flick of his tongue, “Think you can take us both, love?”

“Yeah. Need you, Tommy. Give me your best.”

“Always do, love.”

Your body trembles again when you feel his cock rubs against your already plugged entrance. You hum in appreciation as Tom slips inside, joining Alfie in defiling your pussy. Both men groan as you continue to flutter around them.

Tom is the first to move. Such as with everything else, he takes charge and sets the new pace. Slow and steady, they both move, drawing moans and heady gasps from you. The mixture of your earlier union makes it a smooth transition to taking them both. They work in tandem much different from their usual friendly animosity. They share a more important goal this time: wrecking and ruining you.

And how easily they find a good strategy. As Tommy‘s cock makes an exit, Alfie’s, in turn, eases into you. The push and pull against each other along with the pressure your pussy provides has them both spiraling into ecstasy and dragging you down with them.  

The coil within your core snaps, pleasure washing over you and sucking the very breath from your lungs. Tommy and Alfie follow right behind, emptying into you with hearty moans. The essence of your sin drips out, dribbling past their lengths and your thighs.

It’s quiet for the first you minutes as the three of you bask in the aftermath of bliss. But it’s ultimately cut off by the deep rumble of Alfie’s chuckles, “That’s one fucking way to seal a new partnership. Now how ‘bout we have another round?”

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[terrence-silver]

"I have never known closeness like this"

For old man Terry

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The Inland Taipan (or the Oxyuranus microlepidotus) is considered the most venomous snake in the world with a murine LD 50 value of 0.025 mg/kg SC --- a fact easily researchable in libraries, in wild life encyclopedias, on a National Geographics broadcast documentary or a quick online Google search, and it takes quite a bit of a connected channel with a professional black market poacher turned contractor of illegal substances living somewhere in a tucked away compound deep in the Australian Outback to covertly smuggle the poison extract to LA in a sealed decorative vial, that was, in turn, secured into an unmarked, elegant black box, inlaid with a dark, plush bedding inside. A container not unlike something worthy of Cartier's diamonds. Just one droplet in the whole bottle, the specifications state. That's all it takes. The rest being a concoction of drugs and medications, tranquilizers strong enough to put down a Rhino, so, as he is told, you don' feel a thing. That idea pleases him, as he reads through every bit of ingredients, meticulous about just what goes inside of you, approving of each chemical silently to himself, having requested that it is brewed like this for the body that was his. For you. It would, ultimately, just be a paralytic sort of numbness, a coma and then death contained in a colorless, odourless cocktail small enough to fit into his pocket. If Romeo and Juliet could do it in the play, why would he be any different?

He was getting old, and you were still so young.

Terry always knew that the trajectory of your lives would part paths.

He would eventually and inevitably succumb to age, regardless of money, regardless of all the top notch doctors in the world, state of the art equipment, his diets, routines, giving Veganism a tragic try he forced himself to endure in those moments when he tried to, as they say, live right and turn a new page, regardless of exercise regimens and a full blown heart and liver transplant for all he was concerned. You would live on, decades his junior, and he would be without you, sidestepped and sidelined by the prospect of lasting unity and in the last few months, the thought was terrifying --- he supposed there was something unforgivable about the fact that he found you so late in life. About the fact that when you were born, he's already got his first ever grey strand of hair. Some universal sort of joke that would ensure he would only get a small taste of what a happy ending is like right before it is ripped from his grasp by an undeniable generational gap; a thing entirely outside of the bounds of his control and jurisdiction to change. But, no. Terry Silver wouldn't be messed with like this. He wouldn't allow it. If he was bound to die, he would do it on his own fucking terms; when he wished to and how he wished to, and he wouldn't be going alone either. Pharaohs, Maharajas and the Kings of Old never went alone either. Warlords were buried with their slaves, servants and concubines.

Their loot, weapons, treasures, their favourite horses, their golden chariots.

Terry Silver would wish to be buried with you.

His most prized possession on this Earth. 

That evening, he has the last ever supper in your company --- the staff dismissed from the mansion's premises to give you the utmost, uninterrupted privacy with him, every moment precious; Michelin star dishes cleared out, the dessert eaten, the night is starry (and he kept his eyes on the weather reports weeks in advance, looking for the perfect conditions) and Terry suggests a toast out of a coveted Macallan from his cellar's private collection that was thirty years old; more or less the age gap he's had with you and the irony wasn't lost on him as you drank together, huddled closed on the sofa overlooking the balcony and the sea; as you smile and kiss him tenderly, so innocent in your cluelessness. Beautiful even as you didn't realize you were drinking a tentative, bashful sips of a scotch riddled with serpentine venom. Just a little more, his thoughts echo. Any moment now. We'll be forever together. No more bullshit rules. Bullshit limitations. He takes a gulp and swallows, not looking away from your eyes. Tomorrow morning, his staff would, he knew, find you locked in each other's embrace in a sleep that never ends, and at first, initially, to an outsider looking in, you would appear like lovers simply having dozed off hugging. Carla or one of the other maids wouldn't have the heart to wake you before they realize the truth. -"I have never known closeness like this."- He whispers to you as you snuggle into the crook of his neck. He finds it is the most honest thing he's ever confessed to in his whole life.

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 12

Cw: refrenced sexual assault, underage drinking, violence

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Taglist: @arrthurpendragon

It is said that while Princess Aemma never came to like her stepfather, Prince Daemon felt a fatherly sort of pride for her.

All agree that he treated her the same he treated his twin daughters.

Mushroom claims the Rogue Prince would often ask his lady wife why Aemma disliked him so.

Mushroom also relates an anecdote that had the prince laughing loudly and toasting to the girl he had then said the following, “Queen Alysanne would have accomplished more if she had been allowed to use violence.”

Septon Eustace confirms such thing did take place and reminds us all that the Faith nor the Iron Throne had yet to call the rape of a wife by her husband a crime.

In fact, the High Septon and the Most Devout at Starry Sept were quick to defend Ser Otto and his daughter for having ordered Aegon the elder to commit such heinous crime against his sister, the Princess Helaena.

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The wedding was fine, a bit dark, but a fine way to spend the evening.

Helaena is beautiful in white. Her gown is embroidered with her family’s sigils and very clever insect motifs.

Dreamfyre, Sunfyre, Vhagar and little Tessarion fly over the Hightower on the front panel of her dress.

Aemma wonders how many moons did it take for the seamstresses to embroider a spider web that covers the entire dress.

Alicent tries to calm the bride who cries not for joy, but out of anguish at her own wedding banquet.

Would it had been so awful if they had just let Helaena remain unwed for the rest of her life?

Did they not see she had never wanted it?

“It would gladden my heart if you and my daughter would agree to betroth Aemma to Aemond.” Grandfather tries to distract his wife who is not happy about the bride’s tears and the groom’s longing looks at his cousin’s wife, Lady Sam Tarly.

“They will not suit, husband, you may try all you wish, but Aemond will not marry Aemma.” The queen pursed her lips in irritation.

As much as she would like to be a bride someday, Aemma has too much to do before she resigns herself to marry a man. Perhaps she might fall in love with a perfectly suitable man, but there is still three more years left for that.

“I am sure Prince Aemond will make a fine prince consort, but they are too young and my late nephew was disgusted by the notion of anyone marrying below their majority. If he is worthy of our Princess he will wait until she is six and ten to court her properly.” Vaemond looks at the Queen and her father as he speaks.

“I will strive to be so, my lord.” Aemond says to his mother’s horror.

----

The party is great and Aemma dances with whoever Teora and the King ask her to dance with.

She dances her first dance with Aemond, her next with Lord Beesbury’s grandson, the next with Daeron Targaryen and then with her Velaryon cousins.

Then there is the Maiden’s dance where Aemma dances with Helaena who forgets her worries as they dance her last dance as a girl.

Only unwed girls dance it, it is a last goodbye to the bride’s girlhood or so the tradition states.

After this is the bedding ceremony and Aemma can see Helaena’s hands shake as she drinks sweet wine Alicent says will calm her nerves.

Aegon is too drunk as he joins the young men in their revels just as the musicians begin the song that is played at all the beddings.

“Tonight, I make sons for House Targaryen, my friends. A shame they will be minor princes, but they will be trueborn sons, of that I can assure you.” He proclaims and his sycophants cheer.

Helaena turns ashen.

Aemma vows she will kill him tomorrow morning if he hurts her.

----

They are to break their fast as a family as it is tradition.

But Helaena refuses to come out of her new chambers. Aemma can hear her sobbing from the other side of the door and its when she sees the Queen’s ladies display the bloody sheets, the Princess knows what has occurred.

Aemma stalks over to a hungover Aegon and pummels him.

“I hate you; I hate you, I hate you!” She scratches Aegon’s face and flails as Cole pulls her off him. “I hope you die a thousand deaths, you son of a –"

He will have bruises and scratches on his face, and yet he will not have suffered like Helaena did.

“Are you hurt?” the queen coddles her misbegotten son and Criston Cole of all people try to talk her out of murdering Aegon with her bare hands.

“Not as hurt as your own daughter is!” Aemma answers and lunged at Aegon again.

“I had to; do you know what they would have said if I hadn’t done my duty?” Aegon holds the handkerchief to were Aemma’s nails drew blood.

They.

The Queen and her father.

They had ordered Aegon to rape his sister last night.

They are the true monsters.

“They are your blood; they are your own children.” She shouts at the queen. “Are you so black hearted that you do not even care for their well-being?”

Aemma seethed and didn’t even care that the Head Smasher had tightened his grip.

It will leave bruises, but Aemma will wear them with honor.

“Is that it, your grace? You wanted your son to feel forced to rape his own sister because you and your father ordered it?”

The hall is silent.

The Queen cannot seem to make any noise come from her lips. The Lord Hand is stone faced and angry at being chastened by a child and the King sighs with resignation.

He had been against it, but his hand and his bitch of a wife had overruled him with lies.

“What is done is done. There is no going back now.”

-----

Court gossip is afire with Aemma’s outburst.

“She lacks discipline.” Cole says as he escorts her to the Sept.

“She is three and ten and did not cope well with the murder of her father. Point me towards a child her age who does not have such outbursts.” Teora defends her charge.

“I heard the princess refused to believe he was dead, spouted some nonsense about him being alive.”

The Greens do not need to look far to find something to support their gossip about Aemma’s state of mind.

“She was a child of ten, Ser Criston. What child does not wish for their father to be alive instead of facing a reality where their father is gone?” the septa asks him knowing well that he too has lost so many to the Stranger.

Aemma had given him a lock of hair and the first ribbon she had embroidered with the more complicated stitches.

Laenor’s body did not have them, nor a specific mole he had on is right hand.

Perhaps the girl’s theory was correct, but the only way to prove it was by capturing the ever-elusive Qarl Correy.

“They will not be kind to her.” The knight says and forgets to include himself in that sentence.

“No, at least the people not worth their salt won’t. But you yourself have heard, for every person who speaks against her, ten speak for her.

I would advise you something, as a friend, Cole. Sleep with one eye open, House Velaryon has not forgiven you for Ser Joffrey’s death nor will they forgive you for the bruises you left on her.” The Velaryon bastard warned as they stopped in front of the Warrior.

[vrusk]

"Eight." Virgil let out a low whistle, appropriately revolted. "Sounds maddening. My condolences. Isn't it terrible, to be useful?" What a practice they had, pockmarked with superheroes and their collateral damage. Like the whole damn city. Like most places, really. Anywhere anything really happened wound up suffering a super something or other, eventually; just inevitable, these days. And New York City, as in so many ways, seemed to be at the center of the action. But, then again - if you build it, they will come. Even if it was a host of maladjusted mutants. Where else could an aspiring villain find a worthy adversary? Maybe even a nemesis, if they were lucky.

The megalomania of it all. And that was coming from someone who knew his share of megalomaniacs.

Sera's guess earned a dry, thin laugh. "As careers go, there's nothing quite like superheroism for convincing a person that impossible is a word that only really applies to other people." Nothing quite like, but. Close. He was used to the type, frankly. If anything, his usual clients could be more deranged; none of them were genuine small gods. "Very magical, the thinking. But no, no. It's not any one thing, really. More..." he flickered a hand, then went back to fixing himself a cigarette with a sour sort of smile. "Weathering an absolute deluge of opportunities." Yes, that's how Cerberus liked to phrase it; every piece as an opportunity to exercise his talents. Patronizing horseshit.

And yes, perhaps it had been overly optimistic to open his books for private projects again, even to his more particular list of clients. But he was supposed to be getting on with his life, and that, his work, his actual work, and the people who were part of it, who'd held it all together while he was - whatever he'd been, that was his life. Not... enabling superheroic dogfuckery. Again, though: Sera wasn't his therapist. This wasn't the couch. And weren't they both glad of that? So Virgil spun up a smile, and lifted his drink in a toast. "To the next eye in this shitstorm?" It had to be coming. Any day now.

          the last thing they want after a week of hell is to find their favorite rooftop spot teeming with people.  okay, maybe, they're exaggerating, but it's still busier than they would like, which means their little meet up place is going to have to change soon.  sera grabs a drink and maneuvers their way through the crowd, a look of distaste hidden behind the high collar of their overcoat.  

          they settle across from virgil with a heavy sigh, exhaling the exhaustion of a heavy work week.  cerberus has been on their ass lately trying to get to the bottom of the super extraordinary extra ordinary issue that they're having.  sera already took a shot at nullifying the abilities of the people cerberus had held a few weeks ago with no luck, and either their clients have been getting more aggravating or the entire city was about to go up in flames.  honestly, they'd prefer the latter.

          sera takes a sip of amber liquid and waits a minute before speaking.     "     i've had to block eight different cerberus numbers these past few days.     "     that's a sufficient enough answer to surmise that they have in fact been quite busy.     "     don't tell me  —  some level one threw a tantrum over their suit not having the design specifications they wanted even though you explicitly said you couldn't do it  ?     "

[applebutter-and-cinnamon]

Mrs. Laurence

Summary:

Laurie and Amy get married in a cute wedding with a short reception in France. In their bedroom that night, Amy learns what it means to be married to a man who loves her the way that he does.or"I love you Amy Laurence. It's only ever been you. I wish there was some way that I could go back and erase the pain that I put you through, that I know still hurts you. But, I can't. Instead I promise you this: I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and trying to be a man that is worthy of the love from you."

Warnings: NSFW or Smut. Please only read if you are 18+

Originally Posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38508508

Amy wasn't sure what sort of wedding she would have. She'd dreamed of it many times and tried her hardest to picture the style of the gown she would wear, the color of the flowers that decorated her hair, most importantly, what her groom would look like. The picture, unlike her many paintings, never formed completely in her mind. When she had been courting Fred she'd tried to imagine him waiting for her at the end of the aisle, but his hair always seemed to change and his shoulders always seemed just too broad. 

She hadn't believed Laurie the first time he had told her he wanted to marry her, not with his, "You know why," sentiments. It wasn't until he had returned, despite his pride, to her side when Sweet Beth had passed that she had begun to believe him. There was still part of her, sitting at the dinner reception following their short, sweet wedding that was skeptical that he truly wanted her. 

It made sense to her now why she couldn't picture her wedding. She had never thought that she would be married away from her family to Theodore Laurence. She had never let herself get carried away to that, regardless of how desperately she loved him. Aunt March had been there, escorted by Mr. Laurence, both of whom were shining with approval. Aunt March's approval stemmed from the fact that Amy had done her diligence in finding a man who was wealthy enough to support her family, though she would never admit to Laurie that he had earned that approval. Mr. Laurence had always had a softness that extended to Amy. He had yet to fully forgive Jo for hurting Laurie the way that she had, but he had enjoyed watching Amy grow into the woman she had always said that she would become. 

They had gathered back at the hotel to share a small dinner that was full of smiles and soft conversation. Laurie had never strayed too far from Amy. She was grateful for his attentiveness but marveled at it's appearance, as if she would be the one that would walk away from him.

"A toast," Mr. Laurence announced, raising his glass in the air, "to the new Mrs. Laurence! She's everything I ever could've hoped for my grandson."

Everyone toasted around them while Amy gave him a soft smile. Laurie leaned over to her and gave her a chaste kiss to her head which did nothing for the redness that she was attempting to keep at bay. She had a hard time meeting his gaze tonight, it was so filled with too much for her to decipher. 

Aunt March stood from her seat, "Congratulations, but I'm afraid it's time for me to retire for the evening." Amy rose from her seat to help her, "Go sit back down, I'm fine." Aunt March whispered to her giving her a soft pat on her arm. 

Amy turned to return to her seat to find Laurie standing, waiting for her, "Shall we retire as well? It's getting quite late."

Her stomach was alive with butterflies and she fought to keep her hands from shaking. She nodded her agreement and gave a brief goodnight to those who were gathered for them. 

Laurie extended his arm to her, leading her through the bustle of the hotel lobby to the 4th floor where his private rooms were. He opened the door without flourish. It didn't look unlike the room she had been staying in with Aunt March, aside from the very large bed in the middle of the room. It was covered in a beautiful blue comforter that did wonders against the dark wood of the bed frame. There were two large double-doors that led out to a balcony that overlooked the garden at the back of the hotel. 

Her things had already been brought from Aunt March's room and they lay next to his suitcase. It appears they hadn't been unpacked as they were planning to leave in two days to return home to her family. 

She had walked to the middle of the room and was standing there not quite sure what she should do next. Laurie was leaning back against the door, amused at his usually confident wife. 

"I think," he began, holding his smile back, "that I'll have a shower. Will you be alright by yourself for a bit?" 

Amy cleared the nerves from her throat, "Yes."

He looked at her oddly before disappearing into the washroom. She exhaled loudly as the door shut with a click, wringing her hands out as she began to pace. She knew that there were certain marital acts that normally occurred the night of the wedding but she didn't know exactly what that entailed. She could feign confidence if she knew what to expect but the uncertainty of it all caused her pale skin to flush with anxiety. She was grateful to Laurie for the time alone to compose herself. 

She turned to her bags and pulled out her white sleeping gown. She jumped a bit as the water in the shower turned on and listened for the scrape of the curtain that confirmed his entrance into it. She struggled out of her dress, looking back she'd wonder how she had managed to get out of it by herself, and slipped into the sleeping gown. She also put on a large velvet robe that she assumed, based off of the cologne smell that lingered there, was Laurie's to give herself some modesty. 

Amy sat down on the bench in front of the large vanity table. Her brushes and combs had been unpacked unlike the rest of her things. She looked at herself in the mirror to calm herself and then raised her arms to begin taking the pins out of her hair. It took a while as each strand of hair she pulled free seemed to have another pin attached to it, by the time she had pulled the last one she heard the water turn off. She quickly brushed her long, blonde hair free of any tangles and listened to Laurie shuffling around. She wondered briefly, if he was nervous as she was?

The door opened softly. She heard Laurie's voice before she saw him, "Have you seen my ro-"

He cut off quickly and she turned sheepishly to see him but any words she had thought to say escaped her when she saw him. In the absence of his robe he had pulled on the same trousers he had word during their wedding, but had neglected to wear a shirt. His curly hair was still wet and the droplets fell from the ends of it down his muscled chest. She had seen him shirtless before when they had all gone swimming at the beach but this was different. They were alone and there wasn't a societal reason for her to look away. She followed one of those droplets with her eyes down his chest towards his trousers where it disappeared into the loosely undone laces. 

Amy felt her face heat for an entirely different reason. She drug her eyes back up to his face to find it a little flushed as well as he took her in. She hadn't tied his robe and it hung open on her revealing the sleeping gown beneath. Her long blonde hair fell to the middle of her back and held some of the curl it had been forced into while in her bun. 

She started to take his robe off, "I'm sorry, you can have it-"

She began but was cut off by Laurie who's voice came out deep and low, "No, please, you're more than welcome to it whenever you'd like."

"Alright," her own voice came out as a whisper. She was unable to make it be any different as her eyes finally met his for the first time that evening. They were dark and hungry the way that they took her in. She stood from the bench turning to face him, standing still and letting him have his fill and still unsure of doing anything else. She reached up to gather all of her hair and pulled it all to one side over her right shoulder. 

Her movement seemed to break him of whatever trance he had been in and he walked to stand in front of her, lifting his hand to cup her face. He tilted her head up slightly giving him a perfect view of her face, "You're so incredibly beautiful."

She grabbed his arm and tilted her face into his hand, nuzzling into the warmth that he provided, "I'm glad you think so, Laurie."

He shook his head, "Don't call me Laurie right now."

She looked at him blankly and a brief glimmer of hurt flashed in her eyes, "Why not?" She asked him sharply.

Laurie's eyes softened from their hot gaze, "There you are," he cleared his throat again, "Laurie is what you call me when everyone else is around us. I don't want to be reminded of others when I'm with you."

Her eyebrow arched, "Well what shall I call you? I'm not calling you Teddy."

He shook his head and pulled back from her catching her hand in his own, "Amy," he said softly, "You can't possibly still think me to be infatuated with your sister?"

She avoided his eyes then and looked away from him, "She was your first love and it's hard to imagine that kind of loyalty ever vanishes."

"Darling," he tried to pull her face to look at him but she moved her head away. He stepped towards her then, one arm going around her lower waist and the other hand reaching to caress her neck, "The love I had for Jo was a childhood crush that I tried to make into something more. Believe me when I tell you that I did not know true love until I saw you again that day when you jumped from your carriage. You taught me what true, real love is and what it is like to experience it."

She met his gaze now and her heart jumped at the honesty in them.

"When you turned me down, I went to London, not to try to heal my ego as I did when Jo damaged it but to become the man I knew you deserved. If I couldn't have you, I wanted to become someone that you would be proud to associate yourself with, whether as a friend or someone that you used to know. I wanted you to be happy, regardless of myself."

"When Beth died," he paused a moment now, the grief making itself real in the tears that sprung from his eyes, "I knew that she would be furious with me if I didn't go to check on you. I never allowed myself to hope that you might have feelings for me. But then you did and I- I have never felt so bittersweet in my life. To lose what seemed a sister and to be gifted such a magnificent love."

Amy reached up to wipe the tears from his cheeks. He held them there taking the hand off of her neck and pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm. 

"I love you Amy Laurence. It's only ever been you. I wish there was some way that I could go back and erase the pain that I put you through, that I know still hurts you. But, I can't. Instead I promise you this: I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and trying to be a man that is worthy of the love from you."

She was the one crying now and he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. She laid her head on his shoulder for a moment, trying to regain her breathing. 

She pulled away putting her hands on his cheeks and looked at him square in his eyes, "Listen to me Theo-Theodore Laurence," her breathing was still shaking from the tears that ran down her face and his hands gripped tightly at her waist when he saw them, "You already are the man that is worthy of love, whether it be mine or your grandfather's or Jo's. I wish you could see yourself the way i do. I love you. I love you so much it feels like my heart could sink from the weight of it. I know I may not be so eloquent as Jo, as good as Beth, or as sensitive as Meg but I promise that I will love you every day, regardless of my frustration for you."

He laughed at that and bent to put his forehead against hers, sharing her air. She reached up and pushed her lips against his in the third kiss of her life. He kissed her back sweetly and entangled his hands in her hair. 

Amy slid her hands from his face down to his bare chest and let them rest there, feeling the beat of his heart directly beneath her fingertips. She pulled away from him, ignoring his affronted look, "You still haven't told me what to call you."

He shook his head at her laughing softly and looked away, feigning intense concentration, "Laurie for when we are in public, Mr. Laurence for when you are frustrated, and well," He grew quiet and a blush took over his cheeks.

"Yes?" She prompted.

He forced his eyes back to hers, "Well, I liked it when you called me Theo, no one has ever called me that. Even my grandfather calls me Theodore."

She smirked at him, "Theo? Not, My Lord or something fitting for your station?"

His eyes darkened at her words and before she had time to understand what that meant his lips were back on hers. He swept his tongue over her mouth and pinched at her bum softly causing her lips to open in a gasp. He took the opportunity and swept into her mouth, exploring the entirety of it. 

Amy felt like she was on fire and she felt the burning spread to her lower belly. She grabbed on to his trousers, needing something to keep her on the ground. His arm around her waist was the only thing keeping her from falling over.

He pulled away from her, gasping, "Please feel free to call me Theo or My Lord as is strikes your fancy."

She nodded, still slightly dazed from the kiss. 

Laurie's face lightened into a mischievous smile and before she had time to question him, Laurie had lifted her up into his arms. She quickly wrapped her legs around him to keep from falling. She was at eye-level in this position with him and he leaned in as if to kiss her but went down into the crook of her neck. He placed soft kisses trailing from her jaw to the joining of her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head to give him better access and gasped as his mouth opened, sucking at the sensitive skin there. 

Her hands worked independently of her and slid their way into his soft, curls pushing him to stay there. He was a man starved, licking and sucking at the skin until her heart felt it might burst and she squirmed in his arms. He let up for a second and she thought he might stop, but he bent back down and bit her in the same spot. She let out a quiet moan and tightened her hands in his hair.

He let out a loud groan at the feeling and pulled away from her neck, looking in her eyes. The burning in her lower belly increased at the dark hunger that was running rampant in his eyes. He was completely unashamed with how he looked at her. Amy felt some of her confidence return as she realized that she was the reason he looked like that. She kept her eyes on him and pulled his hair tight again, experimenting. His eyes fell shut and she was rewarded with the same masculine, dark groan from him. She giggled, pleased with herself. 

His eyes snapped back open at the sound and he tightened his grip on her legs. He put his mouth on hers, kissing away her smile and began moving them around the room. She was confused until she felt the soft cushion of the bed. He laid her down with heartbreaking gentleness, bending his body down with hers. His lips pressed kisses all over her face, down her neck and to the neckline of her sleeping gown. He straightened, pulling her into a sitting position and pushed the robe down off of her shoulders. She shifted letting him pull it away from her completely and watched as he tossed it across the room. 

Amy couldn't shake the realization of how exposed she was to him without the robe to cover her, without a corset or any layers, the gown clung to all of the parts of her body that only she had seen. She looked up at Laurie, he still had the same hungry look in his eyes but they didn't roam her body, instead they stared directly into her own. They studied her face for a moment before he knelt between her legs and rested his arms on either side of her body. In her sitting position and his kneeling one they were once again at eye level. 

"Has anyone ever explained what happens on the wedding night?" He asked her, gently. 

Amy swallowed hard, "Sort of, I know there are certain marital activities and that I'm supposed to enjoy them, but Meg never explained further than that."

He gave her a broad smile and caressed her arm gently, "Yes, Meg's right, they should be very enjoyable. Will you trust me to lead you through them?"

Amy was certain after what they had just been doing that she would trust him to do anything he wanted, but she answered him anyway, "Yes, I trust you My Lord."

His other hand tightened in the sheets at her words and his eyes went back to that very, dark color that seemed to be coming and going, "Amy, it's very important that you tell me if you're enjoying yourself. If at any point you start to feel uncomfortable or in pain, I need you to tell me." Amy was sure she had never seen him this serious before.

She nodded.

He surged forward and captured her lips again. Exploring her mouth and nibbling on her lips. She wasn't sure that she would ever be able to stop herself from kissing him, she'd happily give up all other responsibilities in order to spend every day like this, with his lips against hers, feeding the fire that was growing inside of her. 

He crawled over top of her and she let him push her back into the mattress. She wrapped her hands around him and let her hands explore the grooves of his chest. His forearms were braced on either side of her, she let one of her hands linger over to it and squeezed it slightly. He rumbled a laugh at that but she found that she didn't particularly care and let herself indulge in the firm muscle she felt there. 

He pulled away from her mouth and she huffed at the loss of him. He smiled, shaking his head at her complaint, "Can I take this off of you?" He asked her. 

"Yes," her voice was airy and lower than she had ever heard it before. 

His eyes left her and he grabbed the hem of the gown pushing it up her thighs. She shivered at the feeling of his hands sliding up her skin into an untouched area of her body. Laurie noticed the shiver and seemed to her, to make sure his hands stuck to the skin that was becoming more visible, sliding up her hips to her ribs to the sides of her breasts. She raised her arms and allowed him to pull the fabric over her head, completely bare to him. 

Laurie moaned at the sight of her. She felt like she should cover herself up but she didn't want to stop the way that Laurie was looking at her. His eyes touched her more intimately than his hands had as they traveled over the entire course of her body. He seemed content to stay there for the rest of the night but she was frustrated with his lack of movement. She slid both hands into his hair gripping it tightly and pushed his lips into hers, moaning as they made contact with each other. 

Laurie growled into her mouth and his hands seemed to be everywhere all at once. One of them reached to massage her breast and pulled slightly on her nipple. She arched into him and gasped into his mouth. He stopped kissing her and through himself down to her breast. He kept massaging the one in his hand and leaned his head over the other. He waited until she made eye contact with him and then put his mouth around her breast, sucking harshly at it. 

She squirmed against him, needing more and less at the same time. Her nails were digging into the skin of his bicep but he didn't seem to be upset by it. He gently bit the nipple that was in his mouth and she moaned loudly, her waist jumping and trying to find his own. He pulled off of her breast and began placing gentle kissed down her stomach. He was still kneeling on the floor and pulled his hands away from her to spread her legs wider. 

His kisses trailed down her right leg into the soft, inside where the sensitive skin was. He sucked at the skin there, leaving behind a red mark. Amy sat straight up when she felt his breath directly between her legs. He was already looking at her, almost expecting her reaction, "Trust me." He cooed and continued his assault on the inside of her thighs. 

She laid back down and forced a deep inhale. She missed the feeling of him on top of her and the warmth of his skin now that she was able to feel the chill of the room. She stared at the ceiling, too nervous to look down to see what he was doing between her legs. 

She squirmed when she felt his breath again, but he reached with one hand and grabbed onto hers. Her hand gripped his tightly as he pressed an open kiss right in the middle of her thighs. All of her the air in her lungs whooshed out. Laurie used his other arm to pin her hips to the bed and began to lick and suck, making loud slurping noises fill the air. Amy felt like she was going to explode, completely oblivious to the sighs and moans she was releasing into the air. 

It felt good, better than anything she had experienced before. She tried to buck her hips to get his mouth back to where she wanted it but his arm held her in position. Laurie seemed content to take his time and was very much ignoring the squirms of his new wife, "Laurie, please." She ground out. 

He stopped completely and sat back to look at her, "I thought we agreed that wasn't what you were to call me."

Amy was breathing heavily and felt like sobbing at the lack of attention she was getting. She needed his mouth back, "I'm sorry, My Lord. Please, please, please put your mouth back, please." Amy knew the way she was begging wasn't the ladylike person she had shaped herself into, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. 

Laurie had completely frozen at her words and looked torn about something, but she squirmed and he pulled himself out of it, "Good girl, Amy, that's my good girl." 

She lost it as his words and gave a high-pitched, breathy moan. He sucked harshly and licked with a new fervor, never coming up for air, "Oh God, Theo, I'm-" She never got to finish as all of her nerves were bathed in white-hot fire. She felt her body shake and her eyes rolled back into her head, her heart beat heavily in her chest. She felt like a million ocean waves had just crested over her. She clenched around air and felt an emptiness inside her.

She felt herself settle back into her body and felt him licking gently still. She pushed him away gently and he sat back on his heels, wiping his face on his arm. His eyes were half-lidded and he moved to stand, "Would you lay in the middle of the bed, Sweetheart?" His voice was husky and the words came out in almost a growl, but she did as he asked. Her legs barely able to sustain the weight of her body. 

She settled in and watched as he undid the rest of his laces and pushed the trousers off of his waist. She heard them fall into a heap on the floor but couldn't get herself to look away from him. She followed the v of his body to where he stood hard and erect. He crawled to her on the bed and she almost exploded at the sight of him. He settled himself in between her legs and paused for a second, clearing his throat, "This might hurt so I need you to be clear with me about what you're feeling."

He looked nervous, which considering everything he just made her feel she couldn't even begin to fathom. She pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled him into a gentle kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She pulled away and laid herself down on the bed, "I trust you."

He took a breath and braced himself on one arm above her. She raised her legs to be on either side of his body and wrapped them around him. He used one hand to guide himself and pushed gently inside of her. She tensed for a minute and he paused his movement. She was expecting it to hurt, but it only seemed to make the fire inside of her burn hotter. She used her legs to push him deeper inside of her. He groaned as he slide in and in and in. 

It didn't hurt, but she still asked him to pause for a minute while she adjusted to the stretch of him. He placed gentle kisses along her neck while he waited and she slid her fingers through his curls. When the flame inside of her felt hot again she asked him to move. 

He pulled out slightly and pushed back in, creating a slow rhythm that she followed with a gentle rocking of her hips. She had never felt so full and warm. He was everywhere and his scent enveloped her. She wanted nothing more than to remain in his arms, in his bed. Their bed. She loved it but she felt her body ache for more, "More, please."

He raised his head from where it had been in her neck and chuckled darkly, "Always so polite for me, Mrs. Laurence. Are you sure?" He asked her, honesty shining through.

Her heart fluttered with love for him, "I'm sure, My Lord."

She loved his reaction to this particular name and it seemed he did to as she felt him twitch inside of her. Instead of tensing like he normally did, he braced his legs against the bed and started entering her faster and harder than before. She moaned as he went deeper inside her than before, scratching at his back through the pleasure of it. He was groaning into her neck which left his exposed to her and she reached up to give him a taste of his own medicine, biting at the sensitive flesh of his neck. 

"Oh, fuck Amy," He growled and slammed his hips against hers so hard that the headboard of the bed started slamming against the wall. 

She couldn't keep going much longer, she felt that familiar fire burn in her. "Theo, please," She moaned. 

He seemed to figure out what was going on and slipped his hand between them to that place between her legs. He rubbed small, fast circles against her and she broke. She arched her chest into him and exploded with his name screaming from her lips. He sped up and tensed, twitching inside of her. He followed behind her, groaning his pleasure into her neck as he slumped over on her. 

They were both breathing heavily and Amy was sure she couldn't take any more. Laurie pulled out of her and she whimpered at the empty feeling he left behind. He laid down on the bed next to her and pulled her limp body into his arms. She laid her head on his chest and threw a leg over his wanting that close connection that they had to last. She could hear his heart racing in her ear and he was looking down at her with eyes filled with awe.

"So that's marital activities." She said.

Laurie erupted in laughter and she giggled as her head bounced lightly against his shaking chest.

"Yes, those are marital activities." He confirmed giving her a sweet kiss. 

She turned in his arms so that she was laying on her stomach to get a better look at his face. She reached and pushed back a curl that had fallen into his face and looked at him for a long minute. 

Laurie could practically hear her thoughts spinning in her head, "What is it?"

She bit her lip and Laurie had to hold himself back from sucking that lip into his mouth. She looked away from him and her cheeks flushed, causing his entire focus to be on whatever she was about to say, "It's just," she trailed off for a second, "how long do we have to wait to do it again?"

Amy watched her husband's expression change back into that dark look she was beginning to grow quite fond of and a small smirk grew on his face, "What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Laurence?"

Amy could think of a few things. 

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They ask you to act as their partner | Dysfunctional Quartet HC | Post TFATWS

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious), Bucky Barnes x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious), Helmut Zemo x Vigilante!reader (platonic/flirtatious)

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The only way Bucky would ask you to act as his romantic partner would be if his life absolutely depended on it. Okay that’s being a little dramatic, but it would more than likely be when Bucky runs into an old flame in public and you happen to be with him. He’d see the woman he went out with for a bit before things ended crossing the street and wouldn’t even give you time to register before he’s pulling you into him and whisper-shouting, “Act like were together!”

Deception is your middle name, so you can play the part well, but Bucky should’ve known you’d give him a hard time. Or play your part a little too seriously. You’re feeling up his chest, batting your eyelashes, giving googly eyes, making snide comments which overall was not only making the girl uncomfortable but Bucky as well.

When it’s all said and over he gives a rough sigh, “Remind me to never ask you to do that again.” You only laugh and lean up into him which makes him shove you away as you reply, “Damn Sarge, I knew our romance would be short lived but you don’t have to break my heart while you’re at it.”

Sam came to you on the premise that he needed a plus one to an event. He didn’t necessarily ask you act like you’re his partner, but the implication was there. Of course, you are someone who doesn’t go short handed and asked what was in it for you. “Look boss man, I’ll be your boo thang for the night in front of all these rich white men in suits who I’d rather steal from, but you’ll owe me something in return.”

At the event you remained on your best behavior, even chatting up the people in attendance while keeping a low profile so they didn’t identify you. Not to mention, you didn’t pass up the chance to fluster Americas Captain by praising him every chance you got. Sam was rather impressed and grateful so he vowed to follow through on his promise to you of returning the favor.

“Thanks, Y/n, I really appreciate you coming out tonight. I’ll do whatever favor you need in the future—but don’t make me regret it.”

So Zemo needing you to be his pretend eye candy came more so at the request of the whole team. It was a mission involving a mee up with one of Zemos former associates and between the three of you, Zemo liked you the most. If anyone was going to play their role to an Oscar worthy performance, it was going to be you.

“Ooo Baron sugar daddy believes in little ole me to get the job done,” you said with glee, “I feel so special. Does this mean I get to play dress up?” And dress up you did indeed. Zemo managed to smuggle in designer clothes for with the excuse to agent Ross that, ‘If they is to be my romantic partner in this meeting then they need to dress like what someone would envision my partner to be.’

Hey you didn’t complain once the Versace suit/dress/pantsuit adorned your body along with fine jewelry and shoes. When the mission was over, the two of you shared a drink and toasted to making it out alive.