#and she was hoping that when they kissed it would ignite this passion in her

[deadlydelicious]

People keep saying Francesca is bicurious but y'all….thats a lesbian awakening if ever I saw one

her storyline this season is literally like a regency AU of me and my ex (only without the getting married part). My ex is on every level my brain twin, we still get on like a house on fire, but me feeling no attraction to him made me realise 'if its not going to be this guy, then its literally not going to be a guy'

and thats what we fucking saw in that wedding scene

Francesca starts off the season uninterested in romance, but wants to get a husband this year to get this whole marraige thing over and done with (read: to fulfil the heteronormative role dictated to her by society).

And lucky her, she finds this guy, this wonderful brilliant guy who she clicks with instantly, who she vibes with on every level. And so she thinks 'right, this must be it. this must be love'. So she marries him, and they go in for the kiss, and she realises as they kiss….oh no. she feels nothing. its just…contact. no butterflies, no fireworks, just mouths. but she thinks 'oh well, maybe i'm just not a passionate person, maybe everyone else is exaggerating, maybe this muted affection is what love feels like for me'

and then she meets a pretty girl and her heart explodes

like I don't get how people can watch Francesca's desperate scramble to get married and get this whole performative courtship thing over and done with and then the way her face falls coming out of that first kiss when no one else is looking and not think this poor girl just realised that getting married didn't fix it. didn't fix her.

that girl is a fucking lesbian.

[slut4nicholas]

𝙊𝙃 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍, 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙄𝙄 | 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄

a/n: i'm not entirely satisfied with this, but I felt the need to share the second part. writing smut isn't my favorite thing, but it can be fun to imagine! this piece is a bit lengthy, but i hope you all enjoy it! <3

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), penetration p in v, unprotected sex!

summary: after an electrifying night filled with undeniable chemistry, she returns home, heart racing from the secrets shared. but when she awakens to an unexpected surprise, desire ignites—especially when it involves her irresistible priest.

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𝙋𝙊𝙍 𝙌𝙐𝙀 𝙇𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙊 𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙍𝙀 𝙀𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙃𝙄𝘽𝙄𝘿𝙊 | as i made my way home, my thoughts spiraled into a tantalizing whirlwind of forbidden desire, all centered around charlie. every detail of him haunted my mind—his hair, that sultry voice, the way his smile ignited something deep inside me, his sculpted body that was simply irresistible. it’s a thrilling, dangerous dance of attraction i never expected to find within the hallowed walls of the church i’ve attended since my teen years.

each memory of our encounter sent electric tingles down my spine, filling me with delicious guilt, as the stark reality lingered: he’s my priest. yet, with every recollection, i find myself craving him more passionately than ever.

the sun pierced through my curtains like a spotlight, dragging me from my dreams into the sharp reality of the morning. my mother’s voice cut through the lingering haze, urgent and commanding.

��get up! father charlie is coming for dinner, and i expect this house to be spotless—no excuses. i want you on your absolute best behavior, understood?”

confusion tingled at the edges of my mind. why was he coming? it’s been almost a week since i’ve saw him, had the lady told my parents about us? did they know our secret? a wave of panic washed over me as i considered the judgment that would surely follow. how could i face my father? the weight of guilt stifled my breath, intensifying the thrill of the unknown as i grappled with the looming dread of that evening.

as dinner time approached, i was determined to look as irresistible as possible for him, wanting his gaze to linger on me, to undress me with his eyes even in front of my parents. fuck,what is wrong with me?

i slipped into my cute little white dress adorned with red bows at the front, letting my long, dark curls cascade down my shoulders. i opted for light makeup, hoping it would keep my parents from noticing anything unusual and questioning my sudden desire to impress.

i eagerly helped my mother set the table, aiming to make our long dinner table as inviting as possible for our guests. my father had dashed out for a last-minute item, while my mother was busy putting the finishing touches on a delicious dinner in the kitchen.

just as i was arranging the silverware, the doorbell rang, causing my heart to race. "It must be your father! Go on and open it!" my mom called out.

with excitement, i swung open the door, only to be taken aback by an unexpected sight—father charlie stood there, smiling warmly.

"hello," he said, his voice stern yet laced with a sweetness that sent a flutter through my chest. my words caught in my throat, rendering me speechless, but thankfully, my mother swooped in, gently nudging me aside. "excuse my daughter; she can be a bit shy," she remarked, an edge of annoyance in her tone.

charlie chuckled lightly, handing his coat to my mother, and in that moment, i felt rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do or say. i quietly made my way to the dinner table, where he and my mother awaited my father’s arrival. soon, after setting the table with the help of charlie and my mom

the door swung open, and my father entered, exchanging warm greetings with the priest. he wrapped my mother in a hug and planted a kiss on my cheek, causing charlie to flash a soft smile, filling the room with an unexpected warmth.

charlie sat across from my father, while my mother nestled close to him, her seat a cozy distance from my own, which was beside charlie but still a tad bit removed. in a nod to traditional values, my father insisted that men should occupy the edge seats at the table, marking their territory in the process.

tonight, however, charlie broke away from his typical priest attire, donning a fitted black tee that perfectly hugged his toned muscles, paired with stylish blue jeans and dress shoes that elevated his look. he was undeniably striking, and i couldn't help but notice my mother stealing glances at him, her interest unmistakable.

the atmosphere was charged, blending formality with an unspoken tension as i wondered if charlie was aware of how captivating he really was.

“father, i apologize for our absence at church lately; we've just been on a family business trip searching for the right college for my oldest son,” my mother said with a hint of regret, breaking the silence as everyone savored the delicious, warm meal in front of us. “but i promise we'll be back this Sunday, no expectations.” the pastor smiled reassuringly, “no worries, mrs. i truly miss having you all in the pews; the church has felt a bit quieter without your joyful presence.”

our family, deeply rooted in our latin heritage, held a passionate devotion to our faith, with crosses and images of the virgin mary adorning our home like cherished family portraits. “did you end up choosing a school for him?” charlie asked, his curiosity piqued as he leaned in, eager to hear about our latest adventure.

"have you, mom?" my oldest brother snapped, clearly frustrated by our parents' attempts to dictate his career path. while he dreamed of a fulfilling future in a blue-collar job, mom and dad were set on steering him toward something more prestigious—like princeton. my dad lit up at the mention, eager to share the news, while my mom squeezed his hand, her joy palpable despite the tension. nearby, charlie, our priest, flicked his gaze between my brother and our parents, noticing the undercurrents of disagreement.

i couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment; charlie hadn't said much to me since the last church gathering, and his casual glances felt like a stark contrast to the connection i had hoped we’d built. i understood he was busy, but a part of me longed for him to remember us as more than some random girl.

"how about you?" father charlie asked, fixing his gaze on me with a playful smirk. my parents, caught up in their own conversation, turned their attention our way. "um, I'm not really sure what I want to do," i replied with a light smile, but before I could dive deeper, my mother chimed in with a grin, “she’s going to be a mother and a wife to that sweet johnson boy!”

my eyes rolled in annoyance; i barely got a word in. “oh, come on, sweetie, he’s an amazing boy,” my dad added, oblivious to my frustration. “yeah, that’s what you think,” i muttered under my breath, eliciting a quiet chuckle from charlie.

the truth was that charlie secretly despised my parents and their controlling ways; he had come to spend time with me because he missed everything about me—my laughter, my innocent chatter, even the way my curls bounced when I smiled. “what do you think of him, father?” my dad asked charlie, eager for validation.

“well, I’d rather keep my opinions to myself,”

charlie replied, feeling a knot of anger form in his stomach at the thought of losing me to someone who might claim my sweet innocence as their own.

the dinner table buzzed with animated chatter and infectious laughter, but i felt a spark of mischief ignite within me. to shake off my boredom, i slipped off my shoe, playfully resting my foot on his leg, teasingly dancing my toes along the fabric of his pants. the moment his eyes shot a strong, stern glance my way, i couldn’t resist the urge to tease him further, my heart racing at the thrill of it all. i noted how his jaw clenched tightly, fists growing pale from the pressure as he fought to suppress a smile. deep down, i knew he missed even the lightest touch—the electric connection sparking between us made the dinner all the more delicious.

as dinner wound down, my parents and brother exchanged warm goodbyes with charlie, who, despite his insistence to help with cleanup, was gently shooed away by my mother. she was just grateful for his visit and wanted him to relax. then, in a surprising twist, charlie turned to me with a glint in his eye, asking if i could join him at the church to lend a hand for an upcoming fundraiser. my heart raced with excitement and curiosity—what an unexpected adventure! my parents enthusiastically approved, and as i stepped towards the door, my father wrapped me in a protective hug, reminding me to stay safe. "don't worry," charlie assured him with a charming smile, "I'll have her back before midnight." with that, i was swept away into the evening, f

charlie flung open the passenger door, a strained smile masking the simmering frustration beneath the surface while my father loomed on the porch, eyeing his every move. i waved goodbye as he slid into the driver’s seat, his jaw taut, fingers digging into the steering wheel as he pulled out of the driveway, glancing back to see my father retreat into the house. the tense silence hung in the air until he finally snapped, "so that’s the boy you’ve been sneaking out with, huh?" the edge in his voice was sharp enough to cut, and I couldn't help but scoff. "yeah, but it’s nothing. i told you i ended it before it started." “right," he said bitterly, "because your parents must be thrilled at the idea of pawning you off to some creep. what the hell?" his anger hung heavy, and i instinctively placed my hand on his arm, tracing the tense muscles with my fingers, trying to coax him back to calm. “relax, charlie! im not marrying him. why are you so worked up? It’s not like we’re anything.” he shoved my hand away, not roughly, but with a quiet intensity that sent a jolt through me. i bit my lip, a mix of shock and irritation bubbling inside me, watching him wallow in his own turmoil as the air between us crackled with unspoken words.

i couldn't shake the intensity radiating from him, his barely contained anger flickering beneath a calm facade for my parents. It was intoxicating—the way every piercing glance and biting remark sent shivers down my spine, igniting an undeniable desire within me. i craved him, yearned for him with a ferocity that made me fantasize about marrying him, bearing the children he dreamt of. i knew society would never accept it, but deep down, i was certain charlie wouldn’t give a damn. the thrill of this forbidden desire only made me want him more.

“y/n” charlie's voice dripped with urgency, igniting a fire within me, “if i could whisk you away and keep you all to myself, believe me, i would. no man—no boy—here even comes close to deserving you. for years, i’ve watched you grow, and my care for you has morphed into something fierce. i desire you more than i crave the title of 'priest.’ you’ve been burning in my thoughts, and not seeing you for a week felt like an eternity. when i stood up there to preach, all i could think of was your face, and with every passing day you weren’t there, my frustration simmered and boiled. you need to understand this—” suddenly, i ignored him, only for him to grasp my chin forcefully, compelling me to meet his gaze. “do you hear me?” he demanded, his eyes ablaze.

"yes," i whispered, locking eyes with him, a spark igniting awareness in his gaze that made him swallow hard. my mind raced with vivid imagery of me kneeling, surrendering to him just as fervently as i prayed each day. "yes what?" he pressed, his voice thick with anticipation. "yes, father," i responded, my innocent tone setting him ablaze with desire. i could feel his urgency, the way he longed to pull the car over and claim me in the backseat, where the world could witness our recklessness. let them see—if he wanted to stake his claim, then i was wholly his.

"that's my girl," he exclaimed, a devilish smirk dancing across his lips as he caught the spark of surprise flicker in my eyes. those three simple words sent a rush of heated electricity coursing through me, igniting a wild mix of excitement and longing that was hard to contain. as his fingers brushed gently against my bottom lip, I felt the world around us fade away, leaving just the two of us suspended in an intoxicating moment where everything felt possible. my heart raced, caught between exhilaration and desire, wondering what thrilling depths this connection might plunge us into next.

as we strolled past the towering façade of the old church, its stained glass windows shimmering under the fading daylight, a thrill coursed through me. i sensed that he was leading me to his sanctuary, a place that would mark the beginning of an intoxicating journey where i would be claimed wholly and unapologetically as his. The thought ignited something primal within me—a fervent desire to surrender myself entirely to him, to let him dismantle the barriers i had so carefully erected, to be utterly transformed by his touch. i welcomed the idea of being shattered, for in that destruction lay the promise of becoming his—completely and irrevocably his. it was a reckless plunge into the abyss of passion, a daring leap toward a future where i would no longer be my own, but a beautifully chaotic tapestry woven together with his deepest desires.

as we pulled up to his house, charlie swung open the passenger door, gesturing for me to step out. the moment i did, i caught sight of a group of people lounging on their porch, laughter mingling with the warm evening air. i couldn’t help but wonder what gossip would ignite amongst them at the sight of a girl arriving at her priest’s doorstep—what could they possibly think of this encounter? but that curiosity only fueled the thrill coursing through me. eagerly, we approached the door, and charlie let me in first, casting a glance at the neighbors across the street as he shut us in, a sly smirk playing on his lips. to him, it was all a game—the whispers, the speculation—he relished the thought of everyone knowing that I was HIS, wrapped in a dangerous intrigue that sent shivers down my spine.

as we stepped into his home, an electric tension crackled in the air, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back—a gesture that felt both reassuring and enticingly perilous. his gaze, intense and predatory, traced the contours of my body like a painter admiring a masterpiece, his eyes hungry and filled with desire. The moment charlie slipped off his shoes, his invitation for me to do the same felt like a seductive prelude, erasing the boundaries between us. wrapped in his warmth, i felt an exhilarating mix of security and longing, his towering height and chiseled muscles radiating strength and protection. just when i thought i could savor this moment forever, he stood close behind me, his breath teasing my neck as his fingers delicately swept my hair to one side. each soft kiss he planted along my neck ignited a flame deep within, intertwining the thrill of vulnerability with an insatiable desire to surrender to the allure unfolding between us.

charlie’s fingers slid teasingly down the delicate fabric of my dress, the soft material cascading off my shoulders like a whisper, revealing the perfectly tied red bows at the front that tantalizingly held it in place. with a sultry smirk, he pulled the dress down, letting it pool at my hips, exposing every seductive curve that made my heart race and his breath hitch. as his hands gripped my bum firmly, a playful slap ignited my skin, sending a thrill through me. i spun around, our lips crashing together with a fiery urgency that ignited the room, our kiss deepening, becoming a passionate dance of tongues seeking dominance. the air was thick with moans and the intoxicating backdrop of his lightly decorated home added an intimate ambiance that made this moment feel like a scene out of a forbidden film. god forgive me, but i craved this encounter more than i ever craved a visit to church; my back arched, pressing into his sturdy embrace as i melted against him, eager for more.

charlie broke away from the kiss to stare at my body admiring my white laced under garments that hugged every curve just right, my boobs almost spilling out the bra and cute panties with the red bow on top “you wore this just for me?”

charlie kept my leg lifted placing kisses on my inner thigh finally getting to my heat licking it slightly and eating me like i was his last supper

i pulled on his hair softly throwing my head back at the sudden pleasure

he puts a finger in me still kissing the clit pumping his finger in and out of me he pulls back standing up not letting me reach my climax which caused me to frown at the sudden urge to let go and not being able too

charlie's eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and mischief as he guided me towards the couch, his touch igniting a thrill that danced up my spine. the moment i settled into the soft cushions, i felt the weight of his gaze, like a fire tracing every curve and imperfection only he seemed to elevate to perfection.

my breath hitched, anticipation coiling tightly within me as he slowly unbuckled his pants, revealing the tantalizing outline of his bulge straining against dark, fitted underwear. heat rushed through me, and i couldn't help but gulp at the sight—he was an intoxicating blend of confidence and allure that left me utterly captivated.

charlie pushed me back lightly releasing himself from his underwear “grab your ankles and lay down” i do as told exposing myself to him grunting at the sight he spits on his hard cock jerking off slightly at the sight.

he enters into me, holding my legs and pulling me close, while i grip the soft cushions around me for support. he continues to thrust hard and fast, taking me to a climax that leaves me breathless.

this new sensation enveloped me, igniting a fire within that i could neither quench nor contain; it was a delicious addiction I never wanted to shake off.

charlie's whimpers and moans crescendoed around us, a symphony of ecstasy that threatened to veil my own gasps, which i fought to muffle—desperate to avoid drawing eyes our way

but charlie? he was under no such constraint, reveling in every intoxicating thrill, blissfully unaware of the world outside our bubble. the air crackled with unspoken desires, heightening the thrill, as I tried not to betray the wild yearning surging through every fiber of my being.

his strokes becoming sloppier and slower by the minute.

“so fucking wet and tight”.

i felt him twitching inside of me pulling out and releasing all over my stomach causing me to bit my lip at the unholy sight in front of me.

as charlie gently wiped the droplets of him from my skin with a soft towel, his smile illuminated the moment, filling the air with warmth and tenderness. his small kiss on my forehead felt like a promise of comfort and connection, a sweet reminder of the bond we shared.

as he handed me my dress with a reassuring grip on my hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of support, like he was there not just to help me get dressed, but to wrap me in his unwavering affection

once we were both ready, his arms encircled me in a secure embrace, and just before we stepped back into the world, he leaned in for one last kiss that lingered, an echo of love amidst the laughter and the chaos surrounding us.

as the door clicked shut behind us, a wave of adrenaline surged between us

thankfully, no curious eyes bore witness to our exit, or hell would’ve ensued. charlie led the way to his car, the tension palpable as he opened the passenger door for me, a silent promise hanging in the air that we were in this together

the moment his tires crunched over gravel, i glanced back to see my father emerge from the shadows of our porch, suspicion etched across his face, while charlie’s jaw tightened like a vice as he prepared for the inevitable storm. "someone said something, i know it," i spoke up, and without hesitation, charlie met his gaze with defiance. he might have been crossing a line, but that didn't matter; love was a risk he was more than willing to take—and hell hath no fury like a forbidden love.

[jackles010378]

No Kissing Allowed!

When y/n agreed to start sleeping with Dean Winchester, she had one specific rule he had to follow. he was never allowed to kiss her. After Dean had returned from a hunt that had gone wrong, he ended up in y/n's bed, he decided life's to short to live by rules...............

Dean Winchester x Y/n

No warnings needed 🥰

In the midst of the moonlit night, Y/N lay in bed, her thoughts consumed by the agreement she had made with Dean Winchester. She had agreed to start sleeping with him, but with one crucial rule: No Kissing was allowed. It was a rule she had set in place to protect her heart from getting entangled in something she knew could never be more than a physical relationship.

Y/n always saw kissing more intimate than sex. She saw it as an intimacy that involved close face to face contact. Staring into each other's eyes, searching each other's souls. She thought of it as a tender expression of affection and emotional closeness. To y/n kissing was a deeply personal act that required trust. Something that could convey a sense of connection that went beyond physical interaction. She knew that if she kissed Dean, her walls would fall and she would drown in her feelings towards him, because deep down she knew he didnt feel the same for her.

Dean had always respected her rule. He would come to her after hunts, seeking solace and comfort in her arms without ever crossing the line she had drawn. But one fateful night, after a particularly horrific hunt that left Dean battered and emotionally drained, he found himself in Y/N's bed, his resolve wavering.

As he lay beside her, the warmth of her presence soothing his troubled mind, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that life was too short to live by rules. His heart ached to express the depth of his feelings for Y/N, feelings that went beyond mere physical desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Dean turned to face Y/N, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. The softness of her skin beneath his touch made his heart race, his fingers lightly tracing the lines of her face as if committing every detail to memory.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, meeting Dean's intense gaze with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. Before she could protest, Dean closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender and passionate kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of Dean's lips against hers sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N's body, igniting a fire that neither of them could deny.

In that moment, all the barriers they had carefully constructed came crashing down, leaving them both vulnerable and exposed. The unspoken words that lingered between them for so long found a voice in the silent language of their kiss, speaking of love, longing, and the promise of something more.

As they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the darkness, Dean searched Y/N's eyes for any sign of regret. Instead, he found only acceptance and a glimmer of hope shining through the tears that welled up in her eyes.

In that quiet moment of understanding, they both knew that they had crossed a line from which there was no turning back. And as the first light of dawn crept through the window, Dean whispered words of love and devotion to Y/N, sealing their newfound connection with a promise to never let go.

From that day forward, Dean and Y/N's relationship blossomed into something far greater than either of them had ever imagined. And as they faced the challenges and dangers that came their way, they knew that their love would always be the guiding light that led them through the darkest of nights.

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck @angelbabyyy99

[targaryenluvs]

if you’re still taking requests, what about a dark fic for coryo who takes advantage of a reader with one sided love for him, expecting her to be there for him and love him no matter what. so when he comes back to the capitol after all the district 12 drama expecting her to be his one consistency in life, he can’t take it when he sees she’s moved on

LATE TO THE PARTY!

pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: after corio was sent away to district 12, you managed to come to terms with the fact that he did not love you by any means. but what happens when he realises he liked that affection? and what happens when you’re already in a relationship?

warnings: dark!corio, possessiveness, unrequited love (both sides at different times), pining, stalkingish, home wrecker corio, nc kiss, paparazzi, power dynamics/abuse of power for selfish reasons and intimidation

a/n: let’s let corio chase our ass for once 🙄🙄 shorter than i expected but i just wrote it all so here you go!!!

his hair was different.

you didn’t mind it but it’d been a while since you’d seen coriolanus, in all his glory, family name restored, fortune acquired and highway to power paved out. old you, in-love-with-coriolanus you would’ve fainted.

but you had moved on from him.

you had charles now and you could not have asked for anyone better. he was always there for you, actually payed attention to you and was literally everything a girl dreamed for. and you are content. but at times you felt as if it was just that. content. he didn’t challenge you, and your thoughts. he didn’t ignite passion and fire within you, every time he looked at you it was, meh. the sex was vanilla and cute but you always were left frustrated. you were being treated as if you were fragile whilst you wanted roughness.

coriolanus could tell. ever since he came back and saw you with him, you never looked your best as you usually did. whether it was snappiness at interns or fiddling with your nails, something was up. and he took it as a sign, you needed saving. so he did exactly that.

charles had been away on business in district one for a month now. as if him being present and not doing the most when you were together wasn’t enough, now you had nothing. no one. and god were you pent up and frustrated. half of your interns were always stumbling over each other and the rest were too confident in themselves. you needed a vacation. even if for a night only. that came in the form of a party invitation.

if you’d known who’s party invitation then you would have been sure to decline.

the dress you wore wasn’t yours. your maid had delivered it to you whilst you were in your study working. she said it was left on the doorstep, no claim of responsibility but a letter.

I hope you choose to wear it, the dress is almost as gorgeous as you are, Y/n.

- C.S

and for the life of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to think of who it came from. but it truly was breathtaking there was no doubt about it. off the shoulders and red, it complimented you well.

you took note of the amount of reporters which was odd. but you were here to have a good time, best to not focus on them and ruin your day. you were so ready to stuff your face after barely having time for it through the day.

the party was surprisingly tame, there seemed to be a lot of whispering and stares pointed your way but you tried not to let it affect you. perhaps they were surprised by you attending alone? you and charles had decided not to rush your relationship so you’d kept it secret to the larger part of the captiol. only your family and friends knew. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of them knowing something you didn’t.

“everyone please gather for coriolanus outside.” you may have given yourself whiplash at the announcement. this was coriolanus’s party? you never expected him to be the type to hold one in all honestly, let alone dish out speeches. but there he stood tall and towering over. his eyes zeroed in on you the second you joined the moving crowd, it was unnerving to say the least.

the faces in the crowd were largely people you didn’t know personally, first names and last rung through your head as you smiled at some and walked past, trying to make your way to the front. but the crowd seemed to huddle, not letting you through for some reason. a hand on your wrist dragged you away, which had you pulling to have it let go of you. the swarms of heads and bodies obscured your vision and the person was unseen by you.

it wasn’t long before you were being pushed up steps and standing to the side of coriolanus. why the hell did they place you up here?

“the lovely y/n l/n-“ coriolanus stretched his open palm, inviting you to take it. the fuck is going on? your eyes were looking into his for an answer and his were looking at you, secretive. “has been the object of my desire, and after chasing her down, she’s agreed to marry me.” flashes went off every which way as you stood still. there’s no way i heard that right. right?

but him pressing his lips to yours and a hand to your back shook you out of your daydream as you pushed him away. not that anyone noticed. “what are you doing?” you scolded him, your back to the crowd as he smiled, his hand stroking your cheek before leaning down and whispering, “taking what’s mine.”

you couldn’t sleep that night, or in the morning. it was your day off from work yet no one was letting you rest. letters, videos, flowers and more sent to your apartment, all congratulating yourself and your fiancée coriolanus. bleh.

you didn’t even know how you were going to tell charles all that happened. would he believe you? would he hate you? how are you supposed to be with him whilst coriolanus announced your marriage. not engagement, marriage. as in this is happening, and we’re already engaged. you’d be breaking of a marriage that hadn’t been planned nor known, by you at least.

your answer came in the form of charles’s letter, wish you and coriolanus well.

My Dear Sweetheart,

I’d hoped to hear of your time away from me in a good way. That you’d made progress with the interns or been promoted.

But it seems in my time away I’ve left you alone, too alone, for you’ve found comfort in the arms of your past. I wish no ill towards you, nor your soon to be husband Coriolanus. The two of you are a fine match, made for eachother.

I only wish you had told me before I left, for I was planning on surprising you with a ring of my own. I guess it’ll have to wait for another. I know it is selfish of me to say so, but I cannot deny the feelings I still harbour for you.

You’re as kind as a mother, as gorgeous as ever, you remind me of the night stars, I know you will shine bright in the capitol. Your smile brings me to remember all the things I love about you. Your soft skin reminds of silk,and your gentle eyes bring me to sleep, I do hope Coriolanus appreciates you as much as I do. I am always here for you yet I will have to settle for the memories and another woman.

I love you my dear, and I wish you the best.

Yours Only,

Charles

it felt as if your heart had been ripped out, you’d lost the love of your life because of coriolanus’s selfishness. and you couldn’t ever escape from him now.

your love for him was for everyone to see, yet he dismissed it when he had it. but his love for you was a secret, kept close to his heart. he only noticed you once you’d moved on from him, and to coriolanus? you couldn’t move on. too bad you didn’t see it till now.

you were late to the party.

[saturnville]

ii hands ii heaven, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x she (black!fem!reader) warning: suggested sexual situations content: in which two newlyweds bask in the essence of one another. an: don't ask me what I know about LH44, I'm not gonna front and act like I know this man like the back of my hand. I saw some videos, watched some interviews, read some fics, and now we're here. just know I wanted to write & I pictured him for this fic lol. hope y'all enjoy

Soft mewls flowed from her parted lips like a waterfall. Her noises dove and crashed into the deepest oceans of their devotion. The intimacy of the moment was deep. They welcomed themselves to drown in it, leaving air at the surface and choosing to inhale the breath of adoration the other exuded. 

With the soft light of dawn peering through the curtains, their bodies wove together like yarn, knotted together and unable to be untangled. As he whispered sweet sentiments against the shell of her ear, the remnants of the outside world faded away.

The desperation for one another flowed between them like lava, further igniting their passion and desire. They moved together in a unified harmony, exploring all the other had to offer. Tender affection and unrestrained passion were their portion. Each fiery touch, each delicate kiss was an unspoken promise of the depth of their love. 

When the heat of passion began to cool, they stayed wrapped in the warm embrace of one another; damp bodies pressed against each other like glue. On their lips were smiles fueled by dopamine. Low eyes filled with adoration. 

“Hi,” he spoke softly, his breath warm against her lips. She giggled like a lovesick teenager and whispered back, bringing her trembling hand to his face, drumming her finger over his bitten and swollen lips. “Let’s get ready, yeah?” 

She nodded slowly, her face lifting against the pillow as her head moved. She sat up slowly, her wince falling on the ears of her lover. He swiftly wrapped his arms around her and swept her off the warm bed. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Baby!” 

He hummed softly and placed her on her feet. His tattooed arm opened the shower door and turned the handle. He waited for the water to warm before ushering her into the shore with a tap against her bottom. She scolded him playfully, “Hands to yourself.” 

“I’ll try my best.” 

What was intended to be a quick cleanse turned into a thirty-minute shower with heavy droplets against their bodies as she was pressed against the glass, heaving as the humidity invaded her throat. Goodness, they’d be so late. 

They couldn’t keep themselves off of each other. His zipping the back of her dress led to his fingers brushing her hair off her neck and tracing the placement of her dark locks with his lips. Her eyelids fluttered closed as her hands gripped the edge of the counter. He would be the death of her. 

Her tongue darted out and slid over her swollen bottom lip. His hands began to wander over the perfectly fitted dress. It was the prettiest emerald green shade and complimented her skin's richness wonderfully. Every curve, riff, and ridge was accentuated. She looked beautiful. 

“Okay, okay,” she whimpered, pressing her hands against his thigh. “We gotta go, baby, we gotta go.” She turned in his arms and began fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. His chest, decorated with tattoos and the finest of jewelry. 

“You look stunning,” he whispered, caressing her waist. “So pretty.”

She smiled bubbly and pecked his lips, “Thank you kindly.” Her hands smoothed out the thick linen of his suit jacket, the bling from her rings catching his eye. His heart leaped at the sight.  

He hummed lowly and squeezed her bottom, smirking when his fingers caught the dampness between her legs. She gave him a look. He gave one back. “Mhm. The quicker we get out of here, the quicker we get back. Let’s go, Mrs. Hamilton.” 

“That’ll never get old,” she said, reaching behind to swipe her purse off the counter. 

Her husband smiled softly and led her out of their shared bedroom. With a light kiss against her temple, he said, “It’s not supposed to. Let’s get out of here.” As they prepared to depart, the intimacy lingered like the sweetness of her fragrance., 

With whispered words, playful touches, and gentle kisses, they prepared themselves for what the outside world had to offer. Heaven.

[dreamscribee]

💎A Night of Forever💎

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ღ Anthony Bridgerton x female reader (18+ sligth smut part at the end)

ღ Here's Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. To fully immerse yourself in this enchanting love story, I encourage you to start from the beginning. Enjoy the journey!

ღ Sumarry: Y/N and Anthony's wedding day is a joyous celebration of their love. After heartfelt vows and a lively reception, they share a deeply intimate and passionate first night together as a married couple, marking the beginning of their life of happiness and love.

ღ word count: 661 (words), 3,736 (chacters)

ღ Thank you so much for all the love on this series! This will be the conclusion, but I wanted to give you a little something before Season 3 comes out tomorrow. I hope you've enjoyed reading and escaping reality for a bit. I can't wait to create more short stories like this one for you. Just a small heads-up: since this final chapter is romantic, it’s rated 18+ for the slight smut part at the end. Enjoy!

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The day of Y/N and Anthony's wedding dawned bright and clear, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the grand estate. The gardens were in full bloom, their vibrant colors mirrored in the smiles and laughter of the guests who had gathered to witness the union of two hearts bound by love.

Y/N stood in her dressing room, surrounded by her closest friends and family. Her wedding gown, a masterpiece of delicate lace and satin, hugged her figure gracefully, the train flowing behind her like a river of moonlight. She took a deep breath, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation.

As the ceremony began, Y/N felt a calm wash over her. The chapel was adorned with fragrant blooms, the air filled with the soft hum of anticipation. When the doors opened, and she began her walk down the aisle, her eyes immediately locked with Anthony's. He stood at the altar, looking more handsome than ever in his tailored suit, his eyes brimming with love and awe.

The vows they exchanged were heartfelt and sincere, each word a promise of eternal devotion. When the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, Anthony's kiss was tender yet passionate, a seal of their love that drew cheers and applause from their guests.

The reception was a joyous celebration, filled with dancing, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. But as the night wore on, Y/N and Anthony found themselves stealing glances at each other, their hearts longing for the moment they would be alone.

As the last guests departed, the newlyweds made their way to the bridal suite, their hands entwined. The room was a haven of romance, lit by the soft glow of candlelight and adorned with rose petals scattered across the bed.

Anthony turned to Y/N, his eyes dark with desire. "You are a vision, my love," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long."

Y/N's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her heart racing. "And I, you," she replied softly, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a gentle touch, Anthony began to undress her, his fingers moving with reverence and care. Each piece of clothing that fell away brought them closer, the air between them charged with an electric tension.

When Y/N stood before him, clad only in her delicate undergarments, Anthony paused, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. "You are breathtaking," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

He closed the distance between them, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. As their tongues intertwined, Y/N felt a heat ignite within her, a longing that had been building since the moment they first met.

Anthony's hands roamed her body, mapping every curve and hollow, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When he finally lifted her and laid her on the bed, Y/N's body was aflame with desire.

Their lovemaking was a dance of passion and tenderness, each touch, each kiss a testament to the love they shared. Anthony's movements were slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Y/N's as he brought her to the peak of pleasure again and again.

In the quiet aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies glistening with the sweat of their shared passion. Anthony brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face, his eyes filled with a love so deep it took her breath away.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "More than words can ever express."

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. "And I love you, Anthony," she replied, her voice a soft melody. "Forever and always."

As they drifted into a peaceful slumber, their bodies still intertwined, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their love and the promise of a lifetime of happiness together.

[redroomreflections]

Every Time

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

All of the things Natasha love about your love.

TLH coded

Note: a small songfic i thought about all day

song: He Loves Me by Jill Scott

You love me, especially different every time. You keep me on my feet, happily excited

Spotting you across the room was always her favorite. There was something about the way you moved that kept her captivated. She would be glued to her spot, hoping you catch her staring, as you present your case to the guys around the kitchen counter. You'd laugh, your eyes so bright, your smile so wide, and suddenly you would look over.

And you would wink.

Every time, you winked, and she melted.

You would turn back to the team, who were all now watching her from over your shoulder. You'd excuse yourself and saunter over to her. Natasha's breath would catch in her throat.

By your cologne, your hands

She loved how you smelled. It was feminine and light, but it was you, and she wanted nothing more than to roll around in it. And she knew exactly how to get her fix. She'd lay awake, pretending to be asleep, as you got ready for the day. You would shower and get dressed, and then you would lean over and press a kiss to her forehead.

Your smile, your intelligence

You woo me, you court me

Your hands drift from her shoulder to her lower back whenever you hug.

The first time it happened, it was an accident. A simple squeeze of the hand that lingered a little too long. Natasha didn't notice it the first time. She didn't notice it the second or the third or the fourth time. You didn't mention it, so she didn't bring it up.

She did, however, notice that you started doing it more often. It became a habit. When she was standing by herself, you'd find your way over and slip an arm around her waist. When you were sitting on the couch, you would rest your hand on her thigh. When she would lean against you, your arm would snake its way around her shoulders, pulling her in close.

Her mind would go crazy, her heart would race, her face would heat up.

You tease me, you please me

You school me, give me some things to think about

Natasha loves it when you point out her silly mistakes. She's an assassin. Her life was built for perfection. She was built to be perfection. When she gets ketchup on her shirt or trips over her words you don't laugh. You help. You wipe off the stain and teach her the phrase. You don't want her to feel embarrassed. You want her to succeed. You want her to know she can.

Your voice, your lips, your touch

She never had to ask for anything. All she had to do was look. You knew what she wanted, and you did whatever you could to give it to her.

Ignite me, you invite me

A playful touch on her arm or her shoulder was all it took to get her attention.

It's all I can do to not grab your hips and kiss you hard.

"You can't even imagine what I want to do to you right now," You would murmur to her.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?"

Your fingers brush her wrist. It was a good idea.

You co-write me, you love me, you like me

You incite me to chorus, ooh

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you," You purr into her ear, before biting her earlobe gently. "Now, go wait for me in the bedroom."

Natasha bites her lip as she watches you saunter away, swaying your hips. That night is filled with a passion she won't ever forget. Every kiss, every scratch, every moan would be burned into her skin and memory forever.

You're different and special

You're different and special in every way imaginable

Natasha is an assassin. Her life was built for perfection. Her brain, her body, her soul was made to be perfect.

But you make her feel like she's not. You make her feel human.

And for the first time, she didn't want to be perfect.

"You're special, Nat. You're my special girl," You murmur into her neck.

"My beautiful, special girl."

"I love you."

Your love, your love, your love

Your love is different

"I love you."

"What a relief," She murmurs, her head falling to the pillow.

Your love is different and special, too

"Good. Because I'm not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."

"And neither am I."

Your love is different, it's special, too

"Good."

"Because I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away from me."

"I don't doubt it."

"Good. Now, come here."

Natasha didn't have to ask twice.

[imyourbratzdoll]

For fluff ideas, would be so cute for reader to be waiting at home for Steve to get home from a mission, where he just gets into bed and cuddles up to the reader, saying how much he missed her and couldn’t wait to spend (x) amount of time with her from now🥹

hi, I loved this request. It is quite short but I hope you like it.

summary - steve comes home to his girl.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

Y/n’s eyes widen with wonder when Steve walks through their bedroom door. “You came home.” Steve looks up, his bright blue eyes connecting with his girls. A soft, relieved smile makes its way onto his face as he steps forward and closes the door.

“I came home.” A grin breaks out on Y/n’s face while Steve makes his way over to the bed, freshly washed and changed from the jet. Y/n lifts the covers, letting Steve crawl onto the bed, and pulling Y/n into a tight hug, holding her small form against his large one, his warmth radiating off of him, causing Y/n to sag against him, her eyes slowly closing as she finally felt safe and comfortable.

Steve presses a soft kiss on the back of her head, breathing in her vanilla scent. “I missed you so much.” His eyes close, holding his girl close to him, finally feeling contempt with life now that he’s home. “You don’t know how often I dreamt about you while I was away, but now I don’t have to.” Steve mumbles, feeling you slightly shift before your soft voice fills his ears.

“What do you mean?” Y/n looks through half-lidded eyes at her boyfriend, watching as his eyes flutter open slowly, their eyes connecting, and Steve offers a kind smile.

“I’ve asked Fury for some time off, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/n, and I can’t do that if I’m always on missions.” Steve feels his heart nearly explode as he watches Y/n’s face break out into the biggest smile, happiness radiating off of her before she turns and tackles him into a hug. Her lips connect with his face as she peppers kisses all over before finally landing on his lips, pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

They stare at each other, looking lovingly into one another's eyes. “Steve.” His eyes flicker down to her lips, loving when his name falls from his lips.

“Yes, My Love.” His blue eyes flicker back up, watching as hers look down to his lips too.

A soft whisper falls from her lips. “I love you.”

Steve’s face softens, and a gentle smile makes its way onto his face. His hand comes up and strokes the hair that’s fallen onto her face out of the way. Before he cups the back of her head and brings her closer to him, their lips connect, causing a spark to ignite between them.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[lynette-m-roses]

A Little Fun In The Night

Masterlist

The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.

'Mommy, Daddy?'

Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.

'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.

Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.

'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.

Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.

'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.

Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.

'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.

'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.

'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.

Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.

'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.

Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.

'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.

'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.

'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.

Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.

Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.

They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.

As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.

The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.

Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.

'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.

'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.

'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.

As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.

'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.

'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.

Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.

[written-in-flowers]

Do you think you can go into more detail about Alicent catching Aegon going down on sister!reader 👀 that fic was so good and I love all the little mentions to things they’ve done together

Caught in the Act

Warnings: implied underage sex (consensual between two teens), cunnlingus, mentions of sex, being caught, Aegon not being a total sex god lol

Aegon always wanted to try it with you, especially after seeing it done in a brothel. He'd been younger then, and much less skilled in bed as he is now. But he saw how the woman reacted, and wanted to give you similar pleasure. He often felt, even at 16, that he did not do enough for you.

So when you two finished your lessons for the day, he brought you to his chambers where he claimed to have a surprise for you. Intrigued, you followed him and closed your eyes when bid. When you opened them again, Aegon was on his knees and already lifting your skirts. He explained what he wished to do, and the suggestion made your body heat ignite.

Kissing and caressing one another as clothes came off, the pair of you eventually ended up on the window sill. You sat on the ledge while he spread your legs apart. He'd only touched you here, so he thought kissing would be the same. Sliding his tongue around your folds, he only heard soft mewling that made him hard. He occasionally glanced up, hoping he was doing something, anything, to arouse you. You shifted around to guide him, so he tried following you.

By the time anything happened, his jaw and tongue ached slightly. "Aegon, my love, do you know what you're doing?" You asked, more amused than mad.

"I do," he defended, lying flat out. He'd die if you thought he could not pleasure you. "I've been taught by the finest brothel madams in the city."

"Then they were terrible teachers," you smiled, kissing him with reassurance. "I'll teach you."

And you did. The sounds you made were...so arousing. His tongue found the hard pearl between your velvety lips and slowly rolled around it. You moaned and grabbed his head to keep him there. He caught you gripping the ledge; he felt you trembling and tensing underneath him. He sucked the juices spilling from your entrance, which he dipped his tongue to taste and make you moan loudly. Soon, you were cumming and he groaned into your sex, satisfied that he'd brought you there. When you'd bent to kiss him, about to return the favor, a voice broke you apart.

"What are you two doing?!"

She startled both of you. Mother, in her green and gold gown and hair held back by a golden band, stood by the door in pure shock. Immediately, you both fell to the bed near the window, bashful and embarrassed by her presence. Aegon hid his erection under layers of sheets, and you put some over your naked form.

"He didn't put it, Mother," you blurted out in hopes to simmer her anger. "He was only..."

"I know what he was doing, Y/N," she said, that usual disappointing tone in her voice. "You two know better. Your both nearly grown, how can you be so thoughtless? Anyone walking by could've heard you. Ugh..." both of you could tell she'd forgotten her real reason for walking in unannounced. "Just get dressed. The both of you. I'll be sending Septa Jeyne to check on you. I cannot believe...Never in all my days..."

Silence followed her departure. Once you were sure she was gone, you reached through the blankets for his cock. "You heard Mother," he laughed, still hard but forcing it away, "Septa Jeyne will raise hell if she catches us." But your mischievous grin always melted his defenses. He kissed you passionately, and gave himself over to your expert hands and lips.

Septa Jeyne arrived right as he was helping you into your bodice. Mother never said anything about it, but Aegon suspects she preferred pretending she'd never seen it.

***

A/N: I wrote this at work, can’t you tell lmfao I absolutely love writing about dad!aegon and his sister-wife, so I’ll take requests on them any day <3

[muiitoloko]

I was thinking could you do another Phil Allen story, this time with a female character. I had an idea that his son’s girlfriend had a half sister and she comes over from the US to see her sister. She meets Phil because obviously her sister is dating his son. They get get to know each other and develop a connection, they embark on a secret relationship due to their fear of what his son and her sister’s reaction would be. They mainly meet up in her hotel room. Do what you want with that idea.

Title: Dirty little Secret

Summary: You knew this was worth it.

Pairing: Phil Allen (Blow Dry) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: I absolutely loved your idea for Phil! It's such a juicy premise with plenty of potential for drama and intrigue. I've crafted a one-shot based on your concept, and I can't wait for you to read it! I hope you enjoy the story—I put my heart and soul into it. Let me know what you think!

Also read on Ao3

As you lazily caress Phil's chest, your mind drifts to the complicated web of emotions that entangled the two of you in a forbidden love affair. You're tired of hiding your affection for Phil, tired of sneaking around like teenagers trying to avoid getting caught. But Phil's reluctance to make your relationship public weighs heavily on your heart, reminding you of the countless obstacles that stand in the way of your love.

Being Christina Robertson's half-sister only adds fuel to the fire, as you come from the lineage of Phil's rival, Raymond Robertson. The tension between your families is palpable, a constant reminder of the divide that separates you from Phil.

The fact that you're also his son's sister-in-law from Phil's son, Brian Allen, makes your situation even more precarious. Brian's relationship with Christina only adds another layer of complexity to the mix, as your very existence threatens to unravel the delicate balance of their romance.

Despite all the odds stacked against you, neither you nor Phil can resist the magnetic pull that draws you together. From the moment you met, there was an undeniable chemistry between you, a spark that ignited a flame of passion that refuses to be extinguished.

And so, here you are, stealing moments of intimacy in the confines of your hotel room, the only place where you can truly be yourselves without fear of judgment or reprisal. It's not the ideal situation, but for now, it's enough to sustain you, enough to keep the flame of your love burning bright in the darkness.

But as you lie there with Phil, you can’t help but wonder how much longer you can keep up this charade. How much longer can you live in the shadows, denying yourselves the chance to be together openly and without shame?

With a sigh, you bury your face in Phil's chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne as you cling to him desperately. You know that the road ahead won't be easy, that there will be countless obstacles and challenges to overcome. But as long as you have each other, you're willing to face whatever comes your way, together.

When Phil gently tugs on your hair, turning so he's above you, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. His breath catches in his throat at the sensation. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through your veins.

With a soft moan, you arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he leans in to kiss your lips with a hunger that leaves you breathless. His lips are soft yet demanding, claiming you as his own with each passionate kiss, his tongue tracing lazy circles against yours as he explores every inch of your mouth with a fervor that leaves you dizzy with desire.

But as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck, your mind reels with the knowledge that this forbidden love affair could spell disaster for both of you. The thought of being caught in the throes of passion with Phil fills you with a heady mix of excitement and fear, your heart racing in your chest as you cling to him desperately, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws you together.

His tongue flicks out to tease your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body as he sucks and nibbles on each one with a skill that leaves you gasping for breath.

You arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he takes you in his mouth, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your hardened peaks as he worships your body with a devotion that leaves you trembling with desire. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your hands tangling in his hair as you urge him to take more of you into his mouth.

With a low growl of desire, Phil complies, his mouth closing around your nipple with a fierce intensity that leaves you gasping for air. He sucks and nibbles on your sensitive flesh, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer tugs, each movement driving you closer to the edge of oblivion as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

And as Phil's erection pressed against your thigh, a surge of excitement rippled through your body, your fingers tingling with anticipation as you reached between the two of you to grasp his throbbing member. With a soft moan, Phil released your nipple from his mouth, his gaze locking with yours as he watched you stroke his cock with practiced ease.

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt your hand wrap around him, your fingers trailing over the rough but well-trimmed pubic hair that framed his length. Phil took pride in his grooming habits, always meticulous in his attention to detail, especially when it came to his appearance below the belt.

With a grunt of frustration, Phil pulls your hand away from his throbbing cock, his desire evident in the way he grips your wrist tightly, his eyes smoldering with need as he gazes down at you. "I like your touch, darling," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "But I need more than just that. I need to bury myself in your sweet pussy, to feel you clenching around me as I fuck you senseless. Feel your taste on my tongue."

You whimper in response, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment as you watch Phil lower his head between your spread thighs. His fingers part your lower lips with practiced ease, his tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive clit as he explores every inch of your pussy with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

You cling to his hair desperately, your hips arching off the bed as you chase the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your skin. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your breath hitching in your throat as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

But just as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, Phil pulls away with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal as he gazes down at you with a devilish grin.

"Sorry, darling," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I can't have you ruining my hairstyle."

You roll your eyes in amusement at his antics, unable to resist teasing him in return. "Oh, please," you retort, your voice laced with mock indignation. "Your hairstyle was ruined the moment you woke up this morning."

Phil feigns a disappointed sigh, his hand pressed dramatically against his chest as he gazes up at the ceiling in mock despair. "Oh, the cruelty of fate," he laments, his voice thick with sarcasm. "To be blessed with such natural beauty, only to have it marred by a simple touch."

You can't help but laugh at his theatrics, the tension between you dissipating in the face of his playful banter. With a playful swat to his shoulder, you pull him back down to you, your lips crashing together in a passionate kiss as you lose yourselves once more in the heat of the moment.

With a low growl of desire, Phil's lips find yours once more, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he claims you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming over his naked body as you revel in the exquisite sensation of his skin against yours.

But just as the heat between you threatens to consume you both, Phil pulls away with a reluctant groan, his eyes smoldering with desire as he mumbles something about getting a condom. You nod eagerly in response, your heart racing with anticipation as you watch him disappear into the bathroom.

Alone in the dimly lit room, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what's to come. The anticipation coils in your belly, aching to be released as you wait for Phil to return to you, his cock hard and ready to claim you once more.

And when he finally emerges from the bathroom, a condom in hand, you can feel your pulse quicken with desire at the sight of him. His body is a masterpiece, every line and curve a testament to his raw masculinity as he stalks towards you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

With a wicked grin, Phil crawls back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your spread thighs. His cock is thick and swollen, glistening with pre-cum as he rolls the condom onto his length with practiced ease.

You watch with rapt fascination as he sheaths himself, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins at the thought of him filling you completely. With a low growl of desire, Phil leans down to claim your lips once more, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance.

And then, with a single, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the hilt as you cry out in pleasure. Your walls clench around him, the sensation of him stretching you to your limits sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure of his touch.

With each thrust, Phil drives you closer to the edge of oblivion, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chases his own release. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire as you lose yourselves in the heat of the moment.

As the pleasure washed over you, your mind couldn't help but drift back to the tangled web of secrecy that surrounded your relationship with Phil. Despite the intensity of your connection, the thought of being his secret weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the ecstasy of the moment.

"Phil," you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper as you clung to him desperately. "When are you going to tell Brian about us?"

Phil paused mid-thrust, his movements slowing as he processed your question. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

But then, with a sardonic chuckle, he leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked down at you. "Gee, darling," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must be really bad at fucking if that's what you're thinking about at a time like this."

You scolded him with a playful swat to his chest, your voice laced with annoyance as you chastised him for his flippant response. "That's not what I meant, Phil," you insisted, your tone firm with resolve. "I don't want to be your dirty little secret anymore. I want us to be able to be together openly, without having to hide like teenagers sneaking around behind closed doors."

But Phil ignored your protest, his movements becoming slow and deliberate as he continued to fuck you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered words of affection in your ear. "But you love it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "To be my dirty little secret, to have me sneaking into your hotel room and fucking you on this fancy mattress before I have to sneak out again like some kind of forbidden lover."

You couldn't deny the truth in his words, the thrill of secrecy adding an intoxicating edge to your passion as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. With a soft moan, you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely as you lost yourself in the heat of his touch.

"God, Phil," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as you clung to him desperately. "Fuck me harder, make me yours completely. I want everyone to know that you're mine, that we belong together no matter what."

With a sparkle of mischief dancing in his eyes, Phil held your hips firmly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, the heat of his body pressed against yours as he intensified his thrusts. The headboard rattled against the wall with each powerful stroke, echoing the rhythm of your shameless moans as you called out his name in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice filled with raw desire as he buried himself deep inside you, hitting all the right spots with each delicious thrust. "Harder, please, I need you to fuck me harder!"

Phil's lips curled into a wicked grin as he obliged your request, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. He knew just how to push you to the brink of ecstasy, his cock driving into you with a primal intensity that left you trembling with pleasure.

"That's it, darling," he growled, his voice rough with desire as he watched you writhe beneath him. "You like it rough, don't you? You like it when I fuck you senseless, when I make you scream my name until you can't think straight."

You nodded eagerly in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you completely. With each thrust, you felt yourself spiraling closer to the edge of oblivion, your body teetering on the brink of ecstasy as Phil drove you to new heights of pleasure with each powerful stroke.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Phil trapped one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it with a ferocity that left you gasping for air. The combination of his relentless thrusts and the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your sensitive flesh sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the room as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"

Phil's only response was a low growl of desire as he redoubled his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself into the condom with a primal roar of ecstasy.

As you tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion, your body convulsing in the throes of orgasm, you knew that this forbidden love affair was worth every moment of secrecy and shame. In Phil's arms, you had found a passion that transcended the boundaries of time and space, a love that burned brighter than any flame, and as you clung to him desperately, you knew that nothing could ever tear you apart.

[miss-dollette]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Devoted to you.

TW: Angst, insecurity, and past domestic abuse implied.

Note: I feel like this is how I would love Simon if he was real. Like, I'm such a romantic person, but I'm so scared of love 🙂. Anyway, I love Simon. I've been thinking of writing more civilian reader x Simon because I'm tired of badass (Y/N) and just want a wife (Y/N) for once. I just want to be Simon's little housewife, who he loves very much. Can a girl dream??

At times, childish, girlish whims would stealthily creep through her body and mind. Vivid dreams of romance, where she and a mysterious boy would frolic through a sun-kissed field of vibrant wildflowers, their love rendering them blissfully oblivious to the world, often jolted her awake in the dead of night. She'd find herself drenched in a cold sweat, a solitary tear tracing a delicate path down her cheek.

Gently, she'd raise her trembling hand to brush away the tear with the back of her palm, desperate to cling to the fading fragments of her dream before trying to surrender to sleep once more. But the embrace of slumber eluded her, casting her into a day where she roamed like an earth-bound spirit, lost and yearning.

Despite the painful scars left by her ex-boyfriend, whose mere thought sent shivers down her spine, there remained a tiny corner of her heart that clung to the hope of a true love, a man who would enter her life and adore her completely. It seemed like an impossible, almost unreal notion—did such men truly exist?

But then, as if summoned by destiny, Simon appeared in her life. With each passing day, she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. She had believed it was impossible to love again; her ex-boyfriend had shattered her hopes, eroded her self-confidence, and extinguished her courage like one would smudge out a candle flame with their forefinger and their thumb. Still, the memory of Simon's darkened eyes ignited a fluttering sensation in her chest, setting her heart racing and her breath catching in a way she thought she might never experience again.

It was love, a love so pure, so exquisitely beautiful that it consumed her every thought and emotion. She yearned for him with an intensity that bordered on desperation, a longing to hold him close and never let go.

Yet, life's cruelty knew no bounds. Simon, the object of her affection, was a soldier, stationed in some distant, unknown corner of the world, locked in a struggle against an enemy whose identity she was uncertain of. The odds of them reuniting, already thin, seemed to diminish with each passing day.

The constant worry gnawed at her, making each day without him feel like an eternity. She clung to the memories of their time together, replaying them in her mind to stave off the loneliness that threatened to engulf her.

Every time her phone rang, she would scramble to retrieve it, her heart racing with anticipation, hoping to see Simon's name flashing on the screen. But more often than not, the disappointment washed over her as his name remained absent.

She couldn't help but wonder, if he could sense the depth of her affection, would it send him running in the opposite direction? Would the intensity of her feelings be enough to frighten him away? The uncertainty gnawed at her, creating a cloud of doubt and anxiety that threatened to overshadow the budding connection between them.

Even if he chose to run away, her love for him would remain unwavering. It was a love that would eternally reside in the deepest corners of her heart, an unending flame burning with timeless passion. She would willingly release him if that's what he needed for his happiness, even if it meant letting go of her own desires.

But in those moments when she contemplated their separation, a bittersweet sadness would wash over her. She would forever rue the missed opportunities to savor every precious second they shared in each other's presence. The memories would haunt her—the way his scent enveloped her, the sensation of his touch that sent shivers down her spine, and his deep, resonant voice, with its rugged texture that had the power to make her feel weightless, as if she were floating on air. The thought of not fully cherishing these sensations tugged at her heart, hurting in the most bittersweet way.

If fate were to claim him in the midst of battle, it would mark one of the worst moments of her life. She envisioned herself on her knees, her pleas to God flowing from a heart shattered with anguish, a desperate supplication for his life to be spared. With tear-filled eyes and a voice quivering with sorrow, she would beg relentlessly, as though the intensity of her entreaties could defy the cruel hand of destiny. She'd beseech the heavens until her knees turned a shade of bruised purple, until her very strength waned, and she couldn't anymore.

But when he returned home, the back of his bruised and healing, cut knuckles would tenderly caress her cheek, and his deep eyes would lock onto her gaze, that brimmed with an overwhelming love that enveloped her. In that moment, every ounce of anxiety and concern within her seemed to dissolve into nothing. He was her sanctuary, a respite from a crumbling world, and she had unwavering faith that Simon's strong arms were there to shield her from its gaping maw.

[intairnwetrust]

~Orchids - "I miss you"~

I miss you Azriel. Why are you suddenly so far away? I miss the person who saw me and understood me. The person whose presence alone made me feel so many things. I miss the time in silence where a look into each other's eyes was enough to tell whole stories.

~Pink Camellia - Longing~

I long for you Elain. At day I long for your smile, your laugh, your hand in mine. At night I long for you in my arms. The dreamy smile at your face when i wrap my wings around your. Your presence next to me when my dreams catch up with me. Dreams full of you, my Flower.

~Red Roses - Passion & Love~

Hold me Azriel. You rough hands feel so good on my skin. You weight on my body makes my head spin. I am burning for you. Touch me, Kiss me, Love me.

Good Gods i forgot my own name when i hold you Elain, you are everything I see. You are everything I feel. You are everything I want. Everything I need.

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Prompt: Clandestine Meetings for @elriel-month 2024

I would so love for Elain and Azriel to secretly communicate with flowers in the next book.

First of all, that would be so them! The flowers Elain and the secrets Azriel (although the secretly part would also suit Elain well)

I could imagine Elain being frustrated that Azriel is suddenly so distant and she doesn't even know why.

Azriel comes into his room one day and sees a vase full of flowers from Elain's garden. He swears he can still feel her presence in his room. This and the flowers don't help at all to ease his desire to just spend time with Elain again.

At the family dinner that evening, she feels his gaze on her in which shimmered so many emotions and Elain decides to go one step further.

The next day, Azriel finds an beautiful orchid in his room. A bit taken aback with this exotic flower, he decides to find out the meaning of the flower knowing how thoughtful Elain is. Azriel has wonder written in his eyes and a small smile on his lips as he reads the meaning of the flower Elain gave him.

So their little Exchange begann.

One day Elain receives a pink camellia from Azriel and can't stop the little blush on her cheeks. Surely she thinks Azriel wasn't sure about the meaning of the flower, but the next time they saw each other, she saw the gentle look in his eyes and the little grin and bcame doubts coupled with little butterflies in her stomach. But still she didn't want to hope too much.

Azriel having non of that, doubled down and had a bunch of pink camellias waiting for her the next time. With a smug look on his face he watched the lovely blush spreading on his Elain the following day they saw each other.

Elain determined to win the game she started, put on a stunning red dress for the next family dinner combined with a rose parfum. The others gave her compliments, but she just wanted to see his reaction and she was not disappointed.

The moment Azriel saw her and on top on that took her scent in a fire ignited in his eyes. He could only take his eyes off her with great difficulty and Elain had difficulty taking her satisfied grin off her lips. On moment when no one was looking she leaned in and asked him if he likes her dress. Love it actually answered Azriel with a rough voice while watching her with such intensity she started blushing again.

Elain Archeron herself became the flower she wanted to give her Shadowsinger and who knows, maybe she also got the Shadowsinger himself waiting for her in her room tonight.

[escapingrealityforamoment]

conrad fisher x reader fanfic when they're secretly hooking up but nobody knows because reader is best friends with belly and belly likes conrad?

Thank you so much for your request! I really hope you enjoy reading this! :)

The scorching sun beat down upon the pristine sands of Cousins Beach, its intensity mirrored by the searing passion that simmered between Conrad Fisher and me. Our love, once hidden in stolen moments, grew bolder, igniting a desire that demanded to be explored.

In the depths of the night, when the world was cloaked in shadows, Conrad and I sought solace in each other's arms. Our stolen kisses grew more fervent, our touches more insistent, as the hunger within us intensified. The line between friendship and desire blurred, and the embers of our secret romance burned brighter.

But as our love bloomed, so did the stakes. Belly, my closest friend, became entangled in the web of emotions we wove. Unbeknownst to her, her own feelings for Conrad fanned the flames of jealousy and longing, turning the once innocent friendship into a battleground of desire and betrayal.

The tension in our trio grew palpable, like electricity crackling in the air before a storm. The stolen moments and whispered promises became fuel for the fire of drama that threatened to consume us all. The weight of our secret became an unbearable burden, casting dark shadows on our once carefree summer.

One fateful day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange hue over the ocean, Belly's suspicions grew too strong to ignore. She confronted us, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and accusation. The truth spilled forth, revealing our hidden affair, tearing at the delicate fabric of our friendship.

Belly's eyes welled with tears, her heart shattered by the revelation. Betrayal laced her words as she lashed out, unleashing the pain and anger that had simmered beneath her facade of innocence. The fallout was inevitable, the fractures in our relationships threatening to sever the ties that had once bound us so tightly.

In the midst of the chaos, Conrad and I were forced to confront the consequences of our actions. We realized that the intensity of our love had blinded us to the collateral damage we had inflicted upon our friendship. Regret washed over us like waves crashing against the shore, leaving us gasping for forgiveness.

But within the tempest of emotions, a glimmer of hope emerged. Belly, in her vulnerability, found the strength to forgive, understanding the complexities of the heart and the unpredictable tides of desire. She chose to rebuild what had been broken, embracing the messy entanglement of love, friendship, and forgiveness.

And so, amidst the backdrop of a tumultuous summer, we embarked on a journey of redemption. Conrad and I vowed to protect our love while nurturing the bonds that had withstood the test of time. The nights grew quieter, the stolen kisses more precious, as we discovered the true meaning of love's depth and the fragility of trust.

In the wake of our shared secrets and whispered confessions, a newfound equilibrium settled over Cousins Beach. The once scorching flames of desire transformed into a gentle warmth, a love that burned steadfastly, knowing the scars of our mistakes and the resilience of our hearts.

As the sun set on our final days at the beach, we stood together, a trio forever changed by the journey we had embarked upon. The memories of stolen kisses and fiery passion would forever be etched in the sands of Cousins Beach, a testament to the tempestuous nature of love and the enduring bonds of friendship.

[mintiicinnamonii]

Hello hello! How are you??

If requests are still open, how do you think Redson’s artist s/o meeting his parents would go? Maybe s/o doesn’t have any powers or status, so they’re both worried going into it.

Thank you so much! I hope you have a good day!

notes: ah yes the classic asian parent meeting (im viet, lol)

I dont know if you wanted a headcanon or a oneshot, so I’ll give you oneshot! red son goes by she/he in this and the rest of my red son posts unless I have a gendered reader, and the pronouns will change!!

I bless you and all the artists with the ability to draw hands

under the cut is the request

So… When Should We Expect Grandchildren?

Red Son paced back and forth in your apartment, muttering to himself as you got ready. Today was the day you’d finally meet his parents. And he was scared to physically incapable DEATH. What if they didn’t like you? What if they disapproved of him? What if they ASKED FOR GRANDKIDS??? Red Son HATED children, that was one of the worst possible scenario. You were an artist, noit some doctor or supervillain or any job that had any power. But you loved the job; Red Son saw your many artworks strewn on the walls and the sheer passion put into them. He just hoped his parents would love you the same way he did. (No one could really love you as much as he did though, he’s kinda smitten..)

“Doll, you’re gonna set the living room on fire..”

Red Son yelped as she looked over and saw you, as beautiful as you were everyday, standing in the living room. You had clearly dressed up for the occasion; Red Son’s fashion lessons had clearly paid off. The fire demon didn’t notice that her ponytail was on fire. “Oh, uh-..” Red Son set the fire out, stammering. “You okay…?” You asked. Red Son sighed. “I just… I’m just worried. What if my parents don’t like you? I mean, I know no one could ever hate you, but-…” He paused, biting her lip. “Take your time.” You responded, holding his hand and squeezing it. Red Son inhaled. “They care about my… beloved’s power, their status. You… aren’t from a family as prestigious and feared as mine, and there’s a chance they’ll just… disapprove.” He said the last part with a tinge of fear. You kissed his hand. “Hey.. it’s gonna be alright. Even if they don’t approve, we still got each other.” Red Son chuckled. “When did you get so good at words?” You shrugged as the two laughed.

When Red Son walked into his parents home, out of all the things he was thunking would go wrong, he didn’t expect this. It had started when you gave his father a handshake, and his father in response, he’d smirked knowingly at Red Son as he held your hand under the table. Princess Iron Fan had noticed and looked at him with an unreadable expression.

Red Son, having seen the smirk from his father, could feel the heat rising throughout his face and his hair becoming inflamed due to the complete and utter embarrassment of the whole thing. He immediately let go of your hand, placing both of his clawed hands into fists as he internally was panicking like crazy—did he embarrass himself in front of you? Was he too forward? Did he look desperate—oh dear, oh dear…

But it was too late, his mother has seen the whole thing. You had looked at Red Son, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh—what—what do you mean? Of course, I’m alright! My, ah, my father was just…being a bit ridiculous as usual, and��“

Red Son babbled out, avoiding your gaze and the sight of his parents, who were both staring at him. It was only a matter of time before they started to say something about the situation.

The Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan glanced at each other and at their son, a mischievous look formed on their faces. Oh, this will be fun.

”Oh?”

Princess Iron Fan said, a smirk on her lips, and a teasing look formed on her face.

”So, who’s your partner here?”

The question made Red Son’s face turn a bright shade of red and his hair ignited into an inferno, the tips of his hair sparking due to the sheer embarrassment caused from the question. DBK and PIF glanced at each other.

Red Son stuttered. “Uh.. this is (Name). They’re an artist.” DBK and PIF blinked, surprised. Red Son and you tensed, waiting for the eventual disapproval. “Oh, how lovely! I used to paint back before I met my husband.” Princess Iron Fan exclaimed. DBK nodded. “You still do.”

”What family are you from?” DBK asked, raising an eyebrow. You stuttered. “Uhmm. The (L/N) family.” Red Son’s parents hummed, looking at each other, expressions unreadable til DBK spoke up. “Ah.. we actually friends with one of your ancestors. He was a nice one, eh?” Princess Iron Fan nodded. “Good times. Wasn’t that rich, but he made good company.”

Red Son and you let out a breath you didn’t know you two were holding; thank the celestial realms.

Demon Bull King regained his amused and mischievous expression, crossed his arms over his muscular chest with a small chuckle and smiled, enjoying the absolute hell out of how embarrassed Red Son was and how he was squirming underneath his parents gaze. But his tone held nothing but teasing and amusement as he spoke.

”Ah, our Red Son finally has a lover. How lovely.”

You couldn’t help but snicker; this was too good. ”Hmph!” Red Son pouted, a frown formed on his face as he kept his gaze away from his parents. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and annoyed, and how could you just…laugh at him? He was already going through enough embarrassing moments and now you’re just going to laugh while his parents—oh, it was torture! Red Son’s hair burned even brighter, making the tips look like lava due to his flaming embarrassment. You decided to join in on the teasing. “You okay, sweetie?” You kissed his cheek. Red Son felt his heart jump out of his chest when you called him by the pet name of ‘Sweetie’. He immediately became a stuttering mess as his hair flared up and became a wild mane of flames. He tried to form words—but he couldn’t formulate any. The feeling of your lips on his cheek made it even worse, as he could feel the warmth from your lips and how you called him by the pet name you gave him—it was too overstimulating.

Princess Iron Fan and DBK saw the flustered look Red Son had and began to laugh at the sight, how pathetic their son looks right now. But, they couldn’t help but feel happy and proud. They knew their son for all the years they’ve been around him, but they never seen him flustered out of his mind and acting so…love struck.

The Demon Bull King gave a small pat to his son’s head with his gigantic yet gentle hand while he chuckled and grinned at his son’s expense.

"Hehe, our little son has found himself a lover. Look at him—”

The Demon Bull King stated before he snorted, amused.

"So, when should we expect grandchildren? Hahaha!”

The Demon Bull King laughed, teasing his son.

Red Son could feel his face flush with embarrassment. His father’s teasing and his mother’s amused and sly look made him feel like the room was hotter than a sauna, his hair blazing like a wildfire as he tried to regain his composure.

He let out a sharp exhale, attempting to hide the fact that he was still somewhat flustered. He would’ve tried to come up with a witty response or snarky remark, but instead, he managed to stammer out.

”Hahaha, Father, you’re so-so…funny…”

"Haha, of course, I am, boy!”

DBK stated as he ruffled his son’s wild mane, his large hand running through his son’s flaming hair, while his wife snickered in the background. Red Son could feel the heat of his blush rising to his face again, but he tried in vain to hide it by crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

Demon Bull King noticed his son’s attempt to mask his bashfulness, his amusement growing. He continued to tease his son. “Why are you blushing like a bride on her wedding day, huh, ‘boy’?” He asked, emphasizing ‘boy’ with a hint of teasing sarcasm. He couldn’t resist the amusement that came from teasing his son, especially regarding the revelation that Red Son had found a love interest. “Not a bad idea.” You grinned.

The statement you said made a mischievous and sly expression appear on Princess Iron Fan’s regal yet attractive face. Oh, how interesting. She knew exactly how to tease her son now!

She wrapped her arm around her husband, Demon Bull King’s large arm and smiled, feeling her husband’s muscular arm.

“Oh, is that so?” She said, her tone sly and scheming, her smile widening as she saw Red Son’s expression turn even more flustered.

Red Son gulped, realizing he has walked right into his parents’ trap. He watched in growing irritation as his father placed a gentle, yet strong hand on his mother's waist, pulling her close as she smiled slyly.

Princess Iron Fan spoke up and said with a mock sweetness that was laced with mischievousness, her golden eyes glowing.

“Well, if you want to marry our boy so, by all means,” Princess Iron Fan said, and with that, she laughed, enjoying the absolute hell out of this.

Red Son’s face went completely red. This wasn’t fair; of course, his parents would use this situation to their full advantage. He let out a sigh of aggravation, his eyes rolling up at the ceiling as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh, how embarrassing and humiliating! The thought of marriage already made him feel flustered and embarrassed, and now you’re stating so boldly to his parents that you wanted to marry him?

He was utterly flustered and was internally screaming in utter embarrassment. An hour or so later, you and Red Son waved goodbye and left, stepping out into the cold air. You put a hand around his waist, grinning. “So.. when’s the wedding~?”

Red Son stammered. “S-SHUT UP-“

[raspberryslxt]

Dean Winchester x Vampire!Reader PART 2

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warning: slight smut

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the motel parking lot as Dean paced back and forth outside their room. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, his heart still racing from the encounter with Y/N. He couldn't shake the memory of her lips on his, the way she had ignited a fire within him that he couldn't contain.

Inside the room, Sam was busy researching their next hunt, oblivious to Dean's inner turmoil. But Dean couldn't focus on the case – not when his thoughts were consumed by Y/N. He knew he should keep his distance, that getting involved with a vampire hunter was a bad idea. But try as he might, he couldn't resist the pull she had on him.

Just as Dean was about to lose his mind, he heard a knock at the door. His heart leaped in his chest as he hurried to answer it, hoping against hope that it was Y/N. And sure enough, when he swung the door open, there she stood – a vision in black leather and attitude.

"Hey, Winchester," she greeted with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe.

Dean couldn't help but grin in return, his pulse quickening at the sight of her. "Well, if it isn't my favorite vampire hunter. What brings you here?"

Y/N stepped into the room, her eyes locking with Dean's as she sauntered closer. "Just thought I'd drop by and see how my favorite hunter is doing."

Dean's heart skipped a beat at the implication in her words, his mind racing with possibilities. Before he could respond, Y/N closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his as she captured his lips in a heated kiss.

Dean moaned into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on her hips as he pulled her closer. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the scent of her filling his senses as he lost himself in her embrace.

They stumbled backward, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire. Dean's hands roamed eagerly over Y/N's body, memorizing every curve and contour as he kissed her hungrily. She responded in kind, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer.

Their clothes soon became a hindrance, and with fevered urgency, they stripped each other bare, their bodies flush against one another as they gave in to their primal desires. Dean lost himself in the sensation of Y/N's skin against his, the taste of her on his lips as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time itself.

Their lovemaking was raw and passionate, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment. Dean felt like he was on the edge of oblivion, lost in a sea of sensation as Y/N brought him to the brink again and again.

And when they finally collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat, Dean knew that he was irrevocably bound to her – body, heart, and soul.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He knew that their relationship was anything but conventional, that there would be challenges and obstacles along the way. But in that moment, all he cared about was the woman lying beside him – the woman who had captured his heart in a way he never thought possible.

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across her skin as he whispered words of love and devotion. And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, Dean knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together – bound by blood, bound by love.