#as if he didn’t confess to lusting after her when she was married. as if he didn’t know exactly what her plan was from her letter alone

[lambjock]

insane that people hate mitzi may and completely misunderstand her entire character but will reduce everyone else in the show to ‘my poor meow meow’ who ‘has mental health issues’ and ‘is being taken advantage of by mitzi or some other figure so they can’t be held responsible for their actions’ … people really see a grieving woman struggling and will just villainize her huh!

[queenshelby]

The Good Girl (Part Four)

(P.S. I am back!!!!)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Innocent Reader

Words: 3,878

Warning: Smut, Cheating, Innocence Kink!

***

“I want you to do it!” was what you said to your employer, Thomas Shelby, right after he left you hanging and begging for his attention for five days straight. As usual, he was occupied with work and his wife Elizabeth had recently become suspicious about you.

She had a feeling that something was going on between you and her husband especially since, at Church last Sunday, you both had disappeared in the middle of service and didn’t return until twenty minutes later.

You sinned! Again! But then you did repent and confessed to participating in adultery. You felt guilty about it but this sense of guilt was nothing in comparison to the lust and desire you felt for him. Thomas Shelby, OBE, the man who you wanted to take your virginity.

And, of course, he did not say no. In fact, he was rather eager to satisfy your wishes and, with that, on a Friday evening that week, he took you to the Midland Hotel for some privacy.

***

“Are you sure that this is what you want Love?” he asked as soon as you both stumbled through the door of the hotel room, which was a suite bigger than you had ever seen before.

“I am sure Mr Shelby” you confirmed nervously before explaining yourself to him. “I have been fantasising about it ever since you did those things to me at church and whilst I know that God will judge me for it, I am prepared for the consequences. I will repent, of course. But I will also accept my faith thereafter” you told him and, the truth was, that you felt incredibly attracted to your much older employer. He was handsome and intriguing. His demure alone aroused you and, whilst you knew that your actions may be foolish since Thomas Shelby was a married man, you desired his presence. You wanted him to be your first and you even thought that, perhaps, you were in love with him.

“Alright then” Tommy said calmly before taking off his suit jacket and gun holster. “I will take it slow, eh” he then continued while he approached you again.

“Yes Mr Shelby. Slow is good” you stammered as Tommy took a finger and traced the back of your hand but you pushed him away, at least momentarily.

“I wore this for you” you then told him after he gave you a startled look and, just as you spoke, he began to smile vaguely and you started to undress for him slowly.  

You came prepared and, beneath your modest dress, you wore nothing but a pearl-coloured satin singlet with matching underwear.

It was simple, but suited you well and when Tommy got a good look at you, his excitement grew. Literally.

“Sit down Love” Tommy said as he, too, started to undress himself and you got a good glimpse of his immaculately shaped chest.

“Yes Mr Shelby” you said again as you sat down and watched him until, eventually, he joined you and laid a hand on your thigh and you suddenly felt a new kind of warm glow that sat in the bottom of your stomach.

“May I start then?” Tommy then asked with a smirk across his lips and, as soon as you gave him a reassuring nod, he leaned closer and began to kiss you gently at a first. It was a soft and tentative kiss. Not long enough. Leaving you wanting more.

You gasped after your lips drifted apart, indicating for him to continue and so he did it again, and again, and again. It was intoxicating. You had never had anything but small, chaste kisses from the boys in your township but this was entirely different. It was like his lips were a sweetened wine, the last tart on a plate, calling for you to take it, a need deep inside you.

Not after too long, you wrapped your trembling arms around his neck to steady yourself and kissed back. You felt Tommy’s smile more than saw it, and you reaped the reward. He pulled you towards him, placing you in his lap, his arms going to your back and rubbing up and down.

Your mouth played with his, and he taught you exactly what he wanted with the littlest of pressures on the lips, saying without talking how he wanted your mouth to move against his. And when he added his tongue, you gasped. It was delicious; his tongue in your mouth and his hands reaching around to the front of your singlet, sliding up your chest to cup you and eliciting a moan.

“This feels nice” you then acknowledged and Tommy’s hands squeezed around your breasts some more before pulling at your nipples.

“You know nothing yet Sweetheart” Tommy whispered in response and you gulped and leaned back in for more of his kisses, letting his hands cup your breasts some more and wander over the rest of your body.

Tommy wanted you badly. He wanted to rip the satin off you and ravage you, to take you then and there, but he knew you were not ready so he reminded himself to be patient.

He pulled away and began kissing up and down your jaw, then your neck, then down the scoop neck and over the curve of the breast that was nearly showing. He felt your chest heave, your breath coming more rapidly. Soon, he thought.

“It feels so good” you murmured against Tommy’s skin while your thoughts were tunnelling down to just his lips over the sensitive skin of your breast.

You had never felt anything so intense and wanted to return the favour. Thus, you leaned forward to kiss Tommy’s jaw. You also placed a few spattered kisses across his neck and, then, somewhat instinctively, licked his skin at the end. He gasped as you shifted forward, almost on top of him, and you became aware of the bulge in his pants.

Tommy noticed and smirked again.

“I can’t wait to fuck you properly Love” he said with a groan as you began to move back and forth across the bulge, shifting your weight so that your ass rubbed against it.

“I can tell” you mused while Tommy’s sounds only just spurred you on.

"Lean back" he eventually ordered with a voice much darker than before and, after you complied with his request, he moved to the edge of the bed and touched your thighs, then your stomach and then he began pushing the fabric of your satin singlet up and up and up until he reached your breasts. Then, slowly, he took the hem and pulled it off your body.

You sighed deeply, a cold shiver running through your body as you were suddenly completely naked in front of one of England’s most feared gangsters.

“You are fucking perfect, eh” Tommy then said, making you feel a bit more comfortable before leaning forward to kiss and lick your neck, and then moving his lips over your soft skin and all the way to your perfect breasts.

Tommy soon buried his face in your cleavage, sucking and licking up both breasts, circling them with his hands, his tongue, and then sticking the nipples into his mouth. He sucked and pulled, barely grazing with his teeth and then moving to the next one. Above him, you squirmed and pushed your chest against his mouth. Now this was the most intense sensation you had ever had experienced on your breasts and your hands reached down to tangle into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to your nipples. Tommy’s hands caressed up and down your thighs, ending in the tiny patch of hair above your mound and gently pulling.

When he tired of your breasts for the moment, Tommy pushed you back and climbed on top of you, kissing from your stomach all the way to your thighs while purposely ignoring your mound.

“Please” you moaned as Tommy licked up and down your inner thighs. He could see how wet you were and, yet, he continued to tease you.

“Please what?” Tommy asked as wetness and redness coated your inner thighs and he needed to taste you desperately.

“Please kiss me” you told him and he smiled.

“Kiss you where?” he teased. “Where do you want me to kiss you?” he then asked with his face was so close to your sex.

“Please, down there…” you stammered but Tommy would not relent.

“Use your words Love. Tell me exactly where you want me to kiss you” Tommy finally instructed and you gave in.

“I want you to make me cum with your mouth Mr Shelby. I want your mouth on my pussy. Please” you begged him almost desperately and Tommy smiled.

“Good Girl! Now spread your legs for me” he smirked and, before you knew it, his head disappeared in between your legs and he kissed your wet mound.

The kisses soon turned into licks and, when he finally ran his entire tongue through your slit, you could not help but moan loudly.

Your fingers found their way into Tommy’s hair as he licked you and lapped up your juices.

‘You taste so fucking amazing’ he groaned against your mound. You were soaked and, as soon as he began to flick your clit with his tongue, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

You came hard and fast without any sort of warning. Unsure what was happening to you, you screamed in pleasure and you reeled around grinding yourself against Tommy’s face.

“Fuck! Yes!” was all that escaped you and Tommy was amused how easy it was for you to curse now.

‘You came much quicker than I had anticipated’ he observed after you eventually came down from your high and he kissed his way back up to your lips, making you taste yourself.

“I suppose it is time for me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours then, eh?” he said after, a little while, your lips drifted apart and Tommy has gotten rid of his briefs.

“Will it hurt?” you asked just before Tommy’s mouth devoured yours once more while he lined himself up with your sex.

“It will, but only for a little bit” Tommy told you as the head of his manhood brushed across the tight opening to your mound and, after teasing you with small humps that almost sent his head through your opening, Tommy growled, blue eyes clouded with pure lust.

“I will take it easy on you Love. At least until you are used to having my cock inside of you” he then reassured you and you nodded again and held on to his neck and shoulders while you felt his hard member start to play with your slit.

“Try to relax” was the last thing you heard as Tommy rubbed his length up and down before finally sinking into you slowly, causing you to tense.

There was pain but there also was pleasure and Tommy groaned loudly when he felt how tight you were around him. You stretched around him like he was made for you and you felt yourself giving over control of your body to him as he took you.

“You are doing well. I am almost there” Tommy groaned as, slowly, but surely, he tore through your barrier and soon bottomed out against your cervix.

You shrieked momentarily from the pain and from feeling so full as you accommodated him inside your body and Tommy was gentle at first but then, when you moaned and pleaded for more, his demur changed.

“You are so fucking tight Love” Tommy groaned as the speed of his thrusts increased and whilst you were sore, you also felt incredibly aroused.

“How do you feel, eh…?” he moaned. “…being filled with my cock?” he continued with laboured breath.

“I feel good Mr Shelby. It feels so good. Please don’t stop” you moaned, knowing that he had no intention to stop any time soon.

“Don’t worry Love, I won’t stop fucking you until you cum around my cock” Tommy confirmed before, after another ten minutes of somewhat gentle but passionate love making, he made you get onto all fours before pushing into you again from behind.

‘That’s a good girl. You are taking me so well” he told you as you gave into his demands while he was keeping up his relentless pace after you had adjusted to his size. He gripped your hips and pulled you to him, manipulating you for his pleasure as well as yours.

“Oh god” you screamed after a while as something unexpected and strange happened. Something you didn’t expect. You were coming before you were ready, going off like a rocket. Tommy’s member was thick enough to rub against the most sensitive spots with every deep thrust, and you couldn’t stop the resulting explosion.

‘Oh god, yes’ you screamed again loudly as your walls clamped around him, tightening almost painfully, and he held you while you came.

Your head came back towards him, and he moved one hand, gliding up your back slowly to brush your hair back from your beautiful face so he could see you.

You whimpered and collapsed forward as he pulled out slowly. Even Tommy groaned as if his member complained bitterly at the idea of leaving its tight cocoon.

You rolled to your back panting and looking up at him legs automatically falling open for him as he crawled onto the bed, spreading them further. His hands caressed up your body, over your breasts and neck until they cupped your face.

‘You should see yourself Love’ Tommy said with some exhaustion as you opened your thighs wider for him. “Your pussy looks so red and sore already and, yet, you want more eh?’ he asked as you lifted your hips in invitation. Yes! You wanted more, much more.

In the haste of the moment, you pulled his face towards you and pressed your lips onto his.

‘I am sorry …’ you said, knowing that you shouldn’t have kissed him without permission, and, just before you could finish your sentence, Tommy pressed his lips back down onto yours.

‘Do not apologise. I am enjoying this’ Tommy said with a smirk as your lips drifted apart.

‘So do I’ you said with a hasty voice as his body moved between your legs.

The movement brought your legs up high, and Tommy moved his hands up to your ankles, spreading you wide.

Then, he looked down at your swollen mound, watching himself sliding into you. He was going to fuck you hard. You knew it like you knew your own name. It was what you were told to expect and now you wanted it.

You reached behind you and grasped the bars of your headboard, lifting your hips in invitation of the inevitable.

Tommy rested your legs against his shoulders and took your wrists in one hand, forcing you to keep your hold on the headboard. The other went to your throat, not hurting you, but holding you so that you were forced to look at him, to watch his face while he fucked you.

“I want you to look at me when I fill you up with my cum Love” Tommy told you as you eyed him silently, your eyes wide as he pushed into you deep, his cock bottoming out and bringing a cry from your lips. He pulled out and pushed in deep again, needing to hear that little cry over and over.

His length pounded in and out, his hips pushing against you, your legs wrapped around his shoulders. This lasted for at least ten or fifteen minutes and every thrust claimed you as his for that night. His tightened his grip around your neck slightly when you tried to turn your head, to look away. You were close, again, and you couldn’t look at him as you thought that you shouldn’t feel pleasure from what he was doing. But there you were, close to your second orgasm and Tommy could sense it,

‘No. Look at me. I want to see you relent and give up control to me’ Tommy moaned as you whimpered.

And, just as Tommy thrusted in and out of you, your walls began to tighten around him and you gave into your pleasure.

‘My Shelby!’ you moaned and your hips bucked up as you came for the third time that night. Your body tightened around him, and his member squeezed to painful proportions.

And yet, Tommy didn’t cum. Not yet. He pulled out slowly, torturing himself until he popped out of you with an audible sound. You lay on the bed, limp and used, exhausted. But you build up all of your strength and sat up before pushing Tommy beneath you.

‘Do you want more Mr Shelby?’ you asked, biting your lips in anticipation of his answer.

‘Yes’ was all Tommy managed to say, mesmerised by your determination and sudden sense of authority. He enjoyed you taking control over him in that moment.

In the same vein, you were surprised by his stamina as you took his rock hard length into your hand before you climbed on top of him and guiding him inside of you.

As you sat down on top of him you could almost feel him push against your cervix.

‘You feel incredible’ Tommy said quietly in between moans as you rode him, releasing your body up and down on his length while starring into his deep blue eyes.

Tommy’s hand’s gently pinched both of your nipples as you increased your speed. He was mesmerised by your body and the sounds you were making, a mixture of deep moans and heavy breaths.

‘Keep looking at me Love’ Tommy demanded as he could feel you tightening around him once again.

He could see the embarrassment on your face and he enjoyed your strange shyness.

‘Hmm, oh god’ you moaned as your body moved up and down and then forwards and backwards.

Tommy’s hands began to take a firmer grip of your breasts and he pinched your nipples even harder than before while he began moving his body upward, against you, causing you to let out a loud cry and moan at the same time.

Your third orgasm washed over you not long after your last and Tommy’s breathing became much heavier this time around.

‘Keep going’ Tommy moaned as you rode out your orgasm, barely being able to hold on himself but he wanted to gain control over you again before he came and, thus, after you came down from your high, he pushed you beneath him once more.

Just as he was on top of you again, Tommy felt a tsunami of a wave coming towards him. He picked up his pace and began to let out the most guttural cry you had ever heard.

His member was twitching as he shot his warm cum inside you and he kept on pushing as his thrusts now were a painful pleasure that made you shake and buck wildly.

‘Please! I cannot take much more’ you whimpered this time around as your core felt like it was on fire. Your flesh was raw but Tommy kept thrusting in your overly sensitive mound and you knew that he wouldn't stop until every drop of cum had been milked out of him, and he held you down as he pumped into you a dozen more times.

Finally, he was empty and he kissed you passionately on the lips. You were so tired and used you could barely kiss back. Finally, you broke apart, and he slowly pulled out of your red swollen hole. Some streaks of your combined juices poured out of your slit and onto the sheets which, for some reason, felt incredibly satisfying.

‘Now that was worth the wait, eh’ Tommy then said as he looked down on you with even more lust. Seeing his achievement aroused him all over again and he took his fingers to spread the lips of your pussy apart to get a better look.

The fact that he had just taken your virginity was obvious and when he pushed two fingers into you, you couldn’t help but shriek.

When he pulled them out, they were covered in cum and some streaks of blood but he didn’t seem bothered at all and cleaned them off with cloth.

‘This was incredible Mr Shelby, but I doubt that I will be in a position to walk tomorrow’ you told him and Tommy smiled at you with an almost sadistic grin.

‘Well then, perhaps, we should spend the day in bed, eh?’ Tommy said before, finally, pulling you close once more, kissing you gently.

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[melis-writes]

The Other Woman [Michael Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 2 – Welcome to The Corleone Family.

Read on AO3 / Read Chapter 1 / Chapter Masterlist / Fanfic Playlist

18+, explicit smut read.

“You’re a part of our family now in a way, aren’t you?" / "Marina is a teacher—an employee here. She wasn’t brought here to be a friend."

You're greeted with nothing but welcoming smiles and warmth by the Corleone family on your first day teaching, fitting in with the family and getting to know the faces you'll be seeing for years to come. Excited for you to teach Anthony and Mary, Kay has high expectations for you but Michael's expectations carry weight, and he refuses to take his eyes off of you for more than one reason. Meeting Anthony and Mary for their first lessons, the children have warmed up to you already in a way they refuse to towards Kay, sparking Michael's interest and reaffirming his belief as to how different you two are and what impacts you'll have on the children to come. Your attraction to Michael is neither one sided nor unnoticed, but Michael's a patient man and willing to wait until you confess first–one way or another.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions/depictions of smut.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: Chapter 2 is finally here as we continue Marina and Michael's story! 🤩 Fitting in, getting to know the family, teaching the children for the very first time and of course...simply being unable to ignore Michael. Such attraction will prove fatal to one or the other, but one of you has to give in first. 😏

Hired by the Corleone family as a governness, you relocate to the Lake Tahoe family compound, looking forward to your future in Nevada until you meet your employer—Michael Corleone. Your future is then ensnared only in lust and forbidden love for Michael since the beginning, and you find yourself yearning for a married man you can never have. Desire and passion clash with one another as Michael takes you to be his mistress—only having an exclusive sexual relationship with you while his sex life with Kay dies out. Knowing from the beginning you’ll never truly be with Michael and that your place in his life is worlds apart from Kay’s as the other woman, the love you have for him consumes you until it threatens to burn out everything you’ve ever had with Michael.

“Anthony and Mary get a little shy when they first meet someone, isn’t that right, hmm?” You can hear Kay’s voice ringing out in your head from when you formally met her yesterday upon your arrival at the Lake Tahoe family compound. “Come on you two, say hello to Marina. She’s going to be your new teacher!” and inevitably, you’ll also become Michael’s new lover and mistress. 

With today marking the first day of you officially working as the governess for the Corleone family, Kay’s words resonate with you more than ever.

You know you shouldn’t be too surprised by the warm greetings, friendliness, and luxuries the Corleone family’s offered you and will continue to offer, but everything’s been perfect from meeting Tom Hagen, signing your work contract, and even the travel to Lake Tahoe.

After all, you’ve never stepped out of New York before. Hell’s Kitchen was your home, your familiarity, and where your family lives despite all that’s occurred over the past decade enough to drive every other family out of there.

Still, there’s a sense of belonging and feeling at home that rushed through you as soon as you entered Nevada. Nevada and Lake Tahoe will be your home for the next little while—perhaps forever if that’s what’s good for you and if that’s what fate brings to you and your family.

Without even knowing it, you subconsciously grew used to feeling like a stranger or that you clearly didn’t “belong” with a sort of alienation when you worked as a governess for other crime families.

Something relieves you in feeling that the Corleones will care about you and put in an effort to get to know you not just as an employee but as a human being with thoughts and feelings whereas your previous employers certainly barely did.

Something completely new to you now is that you’re guaranteed to also enjoy privacy and quarters of your own that are more comparable to a bedroom mansion than the rat-infested shacks New York has to offer for employees to sleep and reside in. 

Privacy is not just in the sense of having a room bigger than almost your parents’ entire home, but that you don’t feel like you’ll always be watched or have to watch every single word you say when and where. 

You don’t take too much of an interest in the “business” side of the Corleone family now though, nor do you plan to do so in the future. 

Then again, you could say the same thing for the Dons that employed you as a civilian governess before too, but you tend to learn things as the years pass whether you like it or not. 

‘I won’t have to worry at all.’ You lazily blink your eyes open, instantly feeling beyond just comfortable in the queen-sized bed you lay in. 

You glance out the corner of your eye towards the window next to your bed covered by the semi-sheer chiffon curtains that show the glistening Lake Tahoe just outside.

You take a deep breath, appreciating the gorgeous sight you’ve woken up to. 

You feel so relaxed and energized sleeping on such a comfortable, clean and new bed after a tiring trip that took more out of you than you realize.

You slept off all of your soreness and any inch of you that was tired last night, ready to start your morning as you slowly come to sit up in bed.

You glance at the alarm clock next to you that you set up last night, seeing you’ve woken just three minutes before it’s supposed to go off.

With a soft grunt, you lean over and turn the alarm clock off so it doesn’t surprise you in a few minutes.

You push aside the layers of plush blankets and the duvet off of you, realizing just how cozy and warm you were snuggled up within them for the past eight hours.

You rarely feel or consider yourself well rested, especially after the death of your brother that seemed to put you on a permanent edge before.

You take a deep breath, get off the bed, and head toward the bathroom at the end of your room. 

As you make your way to the bathroom, you only hear silence from the employee estate you’re in and nothing else from outside of the windows either; a quiet morning greeting your very first day here.

You mentally recap to yourself what you’ll be planning for the day as you switch on the lights to the bathroom and step inside.

Today your teaching is reserved and starts only with and for Anthony and Mary, Michael and Kay’s children. 

You’ll be tutoring Anthony and Mary after breakfast first in Italian lessons in which you intend to test their reading, comprehension, and speaking levels before you teach them a full lesson.

Afterward, you plan to do some English homework with handwriting practice in cursive, and thirdly, finish off the day with piano practice to learn the beginning of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. 

Just on the work table in your bedroom, you have all of your lesson planning and sheets ready for the day.

Michael’s requested for Anthony and Mary to be well-rounded with every subject in expertise based on how his children learn, not general teaching or the way an instructor expects children to learn. 

Michael and Kay also want the same amount of revision time as learning so enough, equal time is spent with Anthony and Mary to go over any mistakes done during lessons to understand why they were made, how to avoid them, and learn from their mistakes or confusion during their studies. 

You’re more than happy to provide all of this for the children ad hope that although Anthony and Mary are quite shy from what you’ve seen that they’ll come around and warm up to you in due time.

You’ve dealt with all kinds of children before, not excluding painfully shy ones. You love teaching children and children in general, having two lifetimes' worth of experience in teaching lessons to the rowdiest, nonconforming ones to quiet, creative intellectuals in the works. 

Your mother always told you that you had the patience of a saint dealing with young children through your studies and work, believing you to be a fantastic mother in the future to your own children too.

You’ve never had children nor the opportunity to, however, just as you haven’t had a romantic interest in your life to marry or settle down with to start a family.

Such ideas aren’t too far from your mind as you’ve already begun to think to yourself that if you’re destined to find that someone, it’ll just have to be in Nevada, won’t it?

With the Corleone family’s connections and insistency on having you with them during their travels and social outings, you can assume the classic meet-and-greet scenario with somebody providing an opportunity someday.

It’s not that you’re counting on finding love in Nevada or anything of the sort, but that you have trust in the Corleone family to feel loved and a part of their family too in a way.

Trust never comes easy or quickly, and you don’t want to do anything to abuse or misuse the trust the Corleone family wants to give you either. 

Today is a new beginning for you, after all.

While you continue to get ready for your day to come down for breakfast with the Corleones, Michael’s purposefully kept Kay curled up in bed with him in the morning as Mama Corleone, Sandra and Theresa prepare breakfast this morning instead.

Michael knows Kay will spend as much time as she needs to in the kitchen to prepare the perfect breakfast for everyone—just one of the reasons why Michael refuses to let her do so this morning.

Michael wants Kay to have more time to get to know you at the breakfast table rather than running around in the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and also because Michael’s insistent as he’s always been on having Kay take it slow and easy during her pregnancies.

Three months pregnant with Michael’s third child—a boy unbeknownst to both—Michael’s word of having Kay relax, rest and not take the lion’s share of the work is final.

Considering it’s one of Michael’s “days off” today with no business or meetings scheduled, Michael awoke with Kay fifteen minutes before you did but with all intent on staying in bed with his wife just a bit longer today.

Michael exhales deeply, awake but with his eyes still closed. He turns to his side in bed, placing a loving hand over Kay’s waist. 

“Good morning, honey,” Kay murmurs softly—her brunette locks a mess over the pillow as she slowly turns to her other side to face Michael.

Michael opens his eyes, slight stubble had grown on his cheeks as he rubs up and down Kay’s sides gently. “Morning, darling.”

“Hi.” Kay whispers, blushing and feeling flustered already from the sight of Michael like this in her bed let alone his voice still laced with sleep.

“Would it be a crime if I stayed in bed with you like this all day?” Kay asks teasingly as Michael raises his hand up to caress her cheek.

“You asked that yesterday,” Michael tilts up Kay’s chin gently, a faint smile of amusement over his lips. “And the day before that, and so forth.”

“Maybe I did.” Kay laughs softly, snuggling up to Michael’s chest. “Can you blame me?”

Only dressed in a white beater top and grey briefs, Kay is in her silky, pale pink nightgown—short and provocative over her just as Michael prefers it.

“Never, darling.” Michael plants a kiss over Kay’s forehead, brushing the loose strands of her hair away from Kay’s face. “How did you sleep?”

“Well.” Kay peeks up at Michael, kissing his cheek. “Very well. And you?”

“Mhmm. Just as much.” Michael nods in agreement, stroking Kay’s hair. 

The two gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly for a moment as Michael notices the obvious spread of rosy blush over Kay’s cheeks just from a mere look; the only woman’s eyes he wants to find himself lost and looking into, for now.

“One day you’ll keep it.” Kay caresses the stubble over Michael’s cheek, pouting at him.

“Not a chance,” Michael murmurs.

“Oh, please.” Kay giggles, grinning at Michael. “You’re effortlessly sexy and you don’t even know it, do you?”

“Sexy?” Michael clutches onto Kay’s side, gently pulling her on top of him. “As you say.”

“Mmm, and God—” Kay straddles Michael, kissing both of his cheeks and snuggling up to his neck. “You smell so good. It’s all over me from last night, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps.” Michael wraps his arms around Kay’s, keeping one hand over her ass which only causes Kay to blush further. “Want to be reminded of it?”

“You tease.” Kay presses her forehead against Michael’s, gently kissing his lips. “Five more minutes, then I have to greet our new guest for breakfast.”

Michael leans up, stealing a kiss from Kay’s lips. “Alright, sweetheart. Come here…”

~

“Marina! Before you head to bed, Don Corleone just wanted me to let you know he’s inviting you to breakfast with the family tomorrow morning. It’ll be held in the courtyard of the central family compound at 7:30. He’s expecting you.” 

You have to admit, despite your initial shyness hitting you from the moment Esther popped into your room to let you know Michael wishes for you to have breakfast with his family, you feel all the more comfortable and welcomed to the family.

After styling your hair and applying a bit of soft eye makeup, you dress in a lacy, white short-sleeved blouse and a brown, plaid pencil skirt with sheer black stockings and a matching pair of kitten heels.

You glance at yourself in the mirror by your dresser, smoothening out your outfit before taking a soft breath before you head out of your bedroom and downstairs towards the central family compound.

As you step down the porch and move towards the center of the Lake Tahoe compound, you gaze up to see several estates surrounding you and providing even more confusion.

The central family estate remains directly in front of you, but your confusion stems from finding out how exactly you’d get into the courtyard for breakfast from where you stand.

‘How am I ever going to get used to this place?’ You playfully complain to yourself, feeling embarrassed for getting lost already without even going anywhere.

“Marina?” An unfamiliar, female voice calls out to you from behind.

You turn around to see a young woman in her thirties—confident from all angles with her body language and demeanor.

Her jet-black hair is styled and cut in a sharp bob bringing attention to her jawline and the glistening diamond earrings clasped over her ears.

Bedazzled in pearl and diamond jewelry, cherry red nail polish on her manicured fingers, and a plum color A-line dress, Connie greets you with a friendly wave. “Hiya. I’m Connie, Michael’s sister.” She extends her hand to you to shake.

‘Michael’s sister.’ You can most definitely see the resemblance from Connie’s facial features.

“It’s nice to meet you, Connie.” You shake Connie’s hand back, seeing a genuine beaming smile form over her face.

“I’m glad I caught up to you on time.” Connie sighs in relief, dramatically gesturing up to the estates in front of the two of you. “Poor girl, given the worst instructions by a lawyer here of all places? You’d need a map to get around.”

You laugh softly, nodding. “Well, yes. I was just trying to figure out how I’d get to the courtyard from here.”

“You’re halfway there.” Connie grins at you, beginning to lead the way. “We’re having breakfast together after all. Come, I’ll show you how to get to the family courtyard. You’ll be coming a lot there anyway, trust me.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” You follow behind Connie, walking around the estate towards a gated courtyard guarded by Rocco—one of Michael’s bodyguards you recognize from yesterday.

Rocco opens the gates to the courtyard the moment he spots you and Connie approaching, although Connie ignores Rocco entirely while walking through.

You give the bodyguard a polite smile, knowing regardless of what kind of employees the Corleones may have, you’ve always been good with names and faces. Just another teacher’s habit.

“Ah, Marina!” Tom smiles, looking up from you at the breakfast table as you and Connie approach. “Glad you could join us.”

You don’t know whether to focus on Tom or the length of the mahogany breakfast table decorated in a white, satin tablecloth stretching out long enough for over twelve people to sit comfortably.

Porcelain and high-quality silverware are served at every seat, and there’s no mistaking the mouth-watering scent of freshly cooked food coming faintly from the back of the family estate either.

“Next time be a gentleman and have someone to escort her here properly, won’t you tom?” Connie’s attitude spikes up as she rolls her eyes at her step-brother, pulling a chair back for you to sit next to her. “It’s a compound and barely Marina’s first day here.”

“Ah, my bad, my bad.” Tom chuckles sheepishly. “I hope it wasn’t any trouble.”

“We figured it out.” You smile back at Tom, getting comfortable in your seat.

You notice Connie’s eyes are at the back door of the estate almost expectantly, but not so much in a pleasant manner as one would await food service.

The moment you turn to look at what has Connie’s attention, the back door of the estate opens as Michael steps out, but without Kay by his side.

Instantly, your cheeks flare up with blush to see the Don step out into the courtyard dressed in a three-piece, navy suit, and black tie.

Freshly shaven with his hair lightly gelled and combed through, the soft, spring breeze flowing through the courtyard does little to calm your arousal when the scent of Michael’s cologne and aftershave hits your nose.

At that moment alone, you can’t feel anything but severe arousal flashing through you—hard to deny you’re not turned on just by the presence of your employer.

Michael makes eye contact with you first before anyone else as he walks out, although fortunately for you Michael can’t see you blushing furiously from where he stands.

‘God…’ Mentally scolding yourself does nothing to quell your undeniable attraction for this man.

You want to desperately look away but at the same time, it’s as if your eyes can’t get enough of him even if you had the opportunity to stare at Michael for hours.

‘I’m going to myself in trouble! Stop! Looking!’ You force yourself to turn your head away, but Michael notices nonetheless. 

Your attraction to Michael Corleone has never been a secret no matter how hard you may have been trying to hide it. Michael knew from the moment you walked into his office yesterday that you’ve been attracted to him, but it’s nothing something exclusive to you.

Michael’s always easily read the body language and chemistry of every woman who entered his life, whether professionally, from family, or romantically. 

Telltale signs of body language, tone of voice, eye movement, and posture give everything away to Michael. 

You aren’t even the least bit aware Michael’s caught you in every moment that you’ve become lost in his gaze, subconsciously reading you like a book and analyzing you, but whether it’s to see if Michael can trust you and understand your personality or out of his own attraction is unknown to you.

You’ll come to learn sooner or later that Michael is a man who makes plans to be ten steps ahead of everyone—you included—at all times.

Noticing how you were just recently flustered by his sudden appearance, Michael’s also aware of how he can make people feel threatened, intimidated, even ashamed, and of course, aroused via attraction to him easily.

Michael purposefully chooses to sit directly in front of you and eye contact is now inevitable.

Yes, you’re his newest employee but you’re also amongst Michael’s family, very new, and neither of you knows one another personally or well at all—for now.

Since you’ll be spending the majority of your time with Michael’s children one-on-one, Michael wants to get to know you inside and out, including every detail of your personal life.

It’s not that Michael feels obliged to since you’re his employer because Michael could easily pay someone to psychoanalyze you every day for the rest of your days as you work for the Corleones, but he won’t. Michael will handle getting to know you inside and out alone.  

“Good morning, Mikey.” Tom greets his brother.

“Tom.” Michael nods in acknowledgment, ignoring Connie’s presence just as much as she ignores him.

Connie remains silent, pulling her silverware closer to herself and pretending as if Michael hasn’t even joined all of you at the table.

Before you can even begin to question the tension between brother and sister, you make unavoidable eye contact with Michael yet again.

“Good morning, Marina,” Michael says to you, keeping an upright posture in his seat.

“Good morning, Michael.” You say back, almost expecting to be scolded for using Michael’s first name feeling it’s wrong to be so casual and forthcoming, but Michael appreciates it.

Michael doesn’t want to be known as “Don Corleone” around you of all people, let alone such a stuffy way of addressing him as “Mr. Corleone” when you aren’t his business partner either.

“I trust you slept well?” Michael continues speaking to you.

“I did, thank you.” You nod at him, “I was exhausted from the trip yesterday, but I wouldn’t know the difference now.”

“Good,” Michael notes, momentarily glancing up at a grumpy Connie next to you. “If you’re still tired or feeling unready, however…”

You shake your head in refusal. “I’m fine, thank you. I’m ready to teach. It’s been a while.”

Michael gazes at you with intrigue, only causing you to blush again but this time clearly in range for Michael to notice your rosy cheeks flaring with blush. 

Barely by moving a muscle or saying much at all, Michael gets a powerful reaction from you each and every time as you still remain composed, polite, and professional.

Unbeknownst to you, Michael confirms his own mutual attraction to you within that gaze alone—as sudden as yours was to him.

In front of Michael, he sees a beautiful woman the same age as Kay—mature, polite, respectful, very well educated with neither your kindness nor optimism faked. 

Seeing you as honest and genuine, Michael can tell you not only want to fit in with the Corleone family, but you want to earn your place among the family too—all that Michael can tell from your eyes which he himself can’t get enough of looking into.

From the way your hair is styled to the depth of your cheekbones, the shape of your lips and nose is nothing short of stunningly beautiful and attractive to Michael.

Michael’s glanced at your lips more than once and won’t bother to avert his gaze if you notice him looking at you either.

Your eyes only part from Michael’s for a second as Connie hands you a glass of water, but Michael’s curious, insatiable gaze lingers. 

“Oh, thank you.”

Michael’s eyes roam down from your collarbones to your chest, taking in as much as he can see of you and your figure at the table.

One of the first things that Michael notices and keeps in mind is the fact there aren’t any rings on your hands, but Michael can’t say the same for himself, adorning his wedding band to Kay on his left hand.

The estate’s back door opens once more to reveal Kay standing by the doorway—a warm, wide smile on her lips.

Kay’s rather cheery and optimistic demeanor is enough to put almost everyone in a good mood, and you already take a general liking to her despite not personally knowing Kay for the time being.

It’s as if Kay brings in a breath of freshness with her presence, one quite different from her husband but it hits you that perhaps that’s what Michael was looking for in his life partner, to begin with.

Through your brief, blushing eye contact with Michael just a mere moment ago, you feel silly and stupid for somehow forgetting Michael’s actually married, or you purposefully ignore the fact when it benefits you.

Just looking up at Kay, you feel a tinge of jealousy light up inside of you but can’t quite put together what emotions twist and tug and why you continue to spontaneously feel like this.

“Marina!” Kay’s eyes widen in joy when she spots you at the breakfast table. “Good morning! You look refreshed and well rested.”

“Very much so, thank you.” You return a beaming smile to Kay, noticing Michael from the corner of your eye watching your interaction with his wife.

Michael’s wife, the mother of his two children—soon to be three—and his future mistress. This is a sight Michael insists on getting used to, mostly for the sake of appearances.

“Wonderful!” Kay gestures behind her as she begins to walk towards the table, “Anthony and Mary will be down in just a few minutes. It was a little bit of a hassle to get them up this morning.”

“It’s alright.” You chuckle quietly, “they’re young and full of energy.”

“Very, very true.” Kay giggles, moving to sit next to her husband but not before Michael takes Kay’s hand just as she’s about to take her seat—giving Kay’s hand a sweet kiss while maintaining eye contact with her.

You look away, unsettled by the nauseating spike of jealousy rising in you again—only feeling more uncomfortable you’re granted these feelings.

Kay blushes, mouthing “I love you” to Michael as she sits down and faces you again—catching you by surprise. “Especially Anthony.”

“Hmm?” You blink in confusion. “Oh, yes. Anthony. He’s seven years old, isn’t he?” You’re quick to snap back to reality.

“Mhmm.” Kay nods. “Mary is five but…” She shakes her head, laughing softly. “Anthony can be somewhat of a nonconformist at times. He idolizes his father.” Kay squeezes Michael’s hand over the table, “really looks up to Michael.”

“I see.” You give a small polite smile, watching Michael pull a small bottle of pills from his inner suit pocket before setting it in front of his plate.

“Mary is much shyer, so please don’t take it personally.” Kay continues talking to you as Michael twists open the pill bottle cap, taking one of his diabetic pills out of the palm of his hand. “Once Mary opens up, she loves talking and storytelling. She may even randomly hug you from time to time.”

“Oh really?” You grin back, “how sweet. I’ve absolutely no issue with that.”

Ignoring the various conversations surrounding him for the most part, Michael swallows down a single pill with his water before putting his pill bottle back inside his pocket.

Michael’s never struck you as ill or recovering from some sort of illness, but the fact he may be diabetic lingers in your mind from how you noticed back in his office yesterday that he always keeps a full glass of water with him and an extra pitcher practically anywhere he goes within the estate.

“I know Anthony and Mary will absolutely love you and open up to you in no time.” Kay reassures, “I can’t wait to see it myself. I’m a school teacher too, you know. I taught elementary education for about two years.”

“Really?” Kay’s professional life sparks your interest. 

“Yes!” Kay’s more than happy to divulge the details. “I absolutely love children and teaching. Becoming a school teacher was such an absolute dream. I graduated from Dartmouth and went straight into teaching after that—didn’t want to waste any time! Easily was some of the best years of my life.”

“What made you retire so soon?” You ask, genuinely curious. “The children?”

“Yes,” Kay reaffirms, “I had to take a little early retirement after I got married. You know, of course, I wanted to spend more time with my husband and my children. I tutor Anthony and Mary every now and then, and honestly…” Kay begins to pout, placing her hand over top of yours on the table. “Sometimes I hate myself for not being able to do more for them education-wise, you know? But…” Kay purses her lips before breaking out into a contagious smile again, “there are so many of our little ones and I trust you and your expertise so much more! I’ve no doubt about how much of a good education the children will get through you.”

“I appreciate it, Kay. Thank you.” You smile up at her. “From one school teacher to another, I think we have lots to learn from each other.”

“Absolutely.” Kay couldn’t agree more as she leans her back against her seat. “You’re just the sweetest!”

‘Words to regret. Words to take back.’

Only a few more minutes pass before Carmela Corleone whom you’re also introduced to as ‘Mama Corleone’ and Sandra, the widow of Santino, serve varieties of fresh, hot-cooked breakfast foods and refreshments over the table. 

You didn’t expect a feast or something resembling a buffet, being taken by surprise to see the never-ending selection of dishes that may fill up two large, full plates if you tried to taste a bit of everything.

Everything from omelets, fresh vegetables picked from the Corleone family garden, varieties of ham and Italian deli meets, Kay and Mama Corleone’s homemade bread, biscuits from scratch, Ciambella, and jams the Corleone women made themselves from such variety of every ‘berry’ you can think of to apricot, peach, and grape, to a delicious mulberry granita you see Michael taking a specific liking to.

Brioche col tuppo came served hot out of the oven and ready to be eaten with over ten selections of cheese, including your favorite—Calcagno. 

You recognize the other cuts of cheese—Riccota salata and Ragusano just to name a few only from walking past displays by the little family-run shops in Hell’s Kitchen but you’ve never been able to afford a small chunk of such fine, high-quality cheese let alone the whole cheese wheels and halves there are on the breakfast table this morning. 

There’s a plentiful mix of classic American and Sicilian breakfast foods—the latter of which Kay has helped prepare or make the night before.

You’re surprised Kay cooks Sicilian and Italian, but it’s just another trait in her you admire being marrying into a Sicilian family.

You pick your favorites out of all of the choices over the table onto your plate modestly, reaching for a small piece of Calcagno cheese last.

Michael reaches out with his butter knife at the same time as you do, but instead of taking a piece for himself, Michael pushes the entire small cut half to you instead of the tiny chunk of cheese you were initially reaching for.

Your fork clashes with Michael’s butterknife momentarily and you’re more than grateful there’s more than enough distraction and conversation going on at the table around you.

You glance up at Michael and can’t help but blush, being told; “go ahead.” Michael pushes the cut of cheese closer to your fork. “Eat.”

Michael’s aware you’re trying to be modest and polite with your food, especially with so many options spread out among you, but he’s also adamant about you eating well and being full over mannerisms at the table. 

You give Michael a small nod to signal a thank you as you take the whole piece onto your plate—ready to begin eating your breakfast.

Peeking around at the breakfast table as you begin to eat and trying not to spend a moment too long gazing at Michael, you feel at this very moment the only person you know at best sitting at this table for now is Tom.

Tom goes on in conversation about how New York has changed, listing off some names of “hotshot” lawyers; you assume Tom clout for two lifetimes to be able to only take full care of the Corleone family business legally.

You appreciate that although Tom wasn’t born Sicilian, he practically is one, and is very close to his adoptive family too. 

It’s just one of the reasons why Tom doesn’t make you feel alienated or too far from home—you can easily confide in him if you wish to, although…

Once again, your eyes flicker back to Michael who sips at his second glass of water.

Even the way Michael’s full, plush lips wrap around the rim of the glass sends a flare of arousal coursing through your muscles.

There’s no use in denying or scolding yourself for how you feel or react, and you glance back at Kay, wondering if she feels the same way in the presence of this smoldering man despite being married to him for years.

‘Of course, it’s different when you touch him and go to bed with him every night, having him all to yourself.’ Your cheeks grow hot with blush at the very thought as you bite down on your food.

You know you’ll never be able to let your arousal loose or see where it takes you, but there’s no easy route in your heart to get used to Mr. Michael Corleone like this either.

That cold, stern, and dominant gaze in Michael’s eyes for one isn’t meant to intimidate or look through you as if you’re not to be trusted or hiding something, but rather they thrill you—excite you in a way.

‘Lots of opposites in the family.’ You note to yourself—not necessarily a bad thing, but very intriguing nonetheless. 

Had Fredo and Deanna also attended breakfast, it’d been a full table without all of the children, but Michael specifically instructed neither Fredo nor Deanna even thinks about attending to embarrass the family and day drink in front of you.

Refusing any secondhand embarrassment, humiliation, and scandals ahead, Michael remains adamant and serious about family appearances and impressions—first or not. 

Anthony and Mary’s arrival to breakfast is with their grandmother moments after. 

“Not a moment too late, are we?” Mama Corleone steps out into the courtyard with a warm smile on her lips, holding Anthony and Mary’s hands. 

Michael appears more content and relaxed than anything, and Kay’s all the more excited and relieved for you and the children to be able to spend some informal time together at breakfast aside from inevitable lessons and homework. 

From the second you glance over at Mary, you completely understand what Kay meant when she described her daughter as very shy.

Mary practically hides behind Carmela’s arm, but even you can see that Mary is a spitting image of her mother with the same chestnut brown hair and soft eyes but upon a careful look, Mary has much of her father’s facial features too.

Mary’s dressed in a violet swing dress with a lace collar and hemming. Her hair is done up neatly in little pigtails and despite her shyness kicking in, she peeks at you among everyone at the table.

Anthony on the other hand might as well be a direct copy of his father. Even his hair is parted and lightly gelled back like Michael’s is, and Anthony appears neither hesitant nor withdrawn but calm and collected.

Anthony’s eyes meet yours for a split second, but he takes in the rest of his family’s faces at the table too. 

“There you two are!” Kay’s eyes light up, gesturing for them to sit down at the table quickly. “Almost would have missed breakfast!”

Chuckling, Mama Corleone rubs Mary’s shoulder and politely gestures over to you as Anthony makes his way to his seat. “Mary, questa è la tua nuova governante. Lei è un'insegnante. Ricordi che l'hai incontrata ieri con tuo padre?” (Mary, this is your new governess. She's a teacher. Remember you met her yesterday with your father?)

You keep a polite smile fixed towards Mary’s direction and watch as she nods back to Carmela. 

“Hello, Miss Alighieri.” Anthony greets you first, grabbing your attention. 

“Good morning, Anthony.” You speak back to him. “Sleep well?”

Much more forthcoming and confident, Anthony gives you a nod—not much interested in small talk as he sits next to Michael who gives him an approving look.

“Come on Mary,” Kay coaxes in a soft tone of voice, “don’t be shy. Say ‘hello’ to Marina. You and Anthony have lessons with her after breakfast, remember?”

“Hi.” Mary peeps out to you in a small voice, still as shy as ever.

“Go on.” Carmela gives Mary’s back a gentle pat.

Mary skips over to Kay’s side in a hurry, taking her seat next to her mother with only more shy glances toward you.

“Great, we’re all here.” Kay smiles at her children as you notice neither Tom, Sandra nor Connie have reacted or hardly noticed the children coming out in the first place.

‘The Corleone family.’ The only thing alluding to you, for the time being, is that Kay’s pregnant with her third child—Michael’s second son.

As you look around the breakfast table now, you see the family you’ll be spending years and years with—possibly well into retirement.

Eventually, you’ll witness Anthony and Mary amongst the other children grow to be adults, perhaps attending university and delving into careers of their own.

You’ll have much to recall and remark back on when those days come ahead in the future, but Michael knows he has more than one use for you as a governess within his family. 

With thoughts lingering in his mind about what to do with you and when to do it, you catch Michael’s gaze over yours again. 

~

After breakfast, you neither have time to help Sandra, Kay and Mama Corleone with cleanup or dishes let alone say another word to Michael or Tom.

Instead, Kay grabs your arm and whisks you by her side giddily—putting both of her hands over your shoulders. “Marina, sweetheart! Don’t worry about the table, we’ll handle all of that. I don’t want you to inconvenience yourself, okay? I’ll be glad to have all the more family breakfasts with you.”

You flush red with humility and appreciation. “I would absolutely love that, but—”

“But, what?” Kay blinks at you blankly.

“I really don’t wish to intrude on your family’s privacy.” You admit sheepishly. “Truly.”

“Nonsense.” Kay scoffs, rubbing your shoulders. “You’re a part of our family now in a way, aren’t you? I certainly don’t see you as a bother, intrusion, or even a guest. I don’t want you to either. We’re glad to have you here and I know Anthony and Mary are too,” Kay reassures you, pulling you toward the end of the courtyard. “I’m excited to see some progress.”

“As am I, thank you.” You smile politely at Kay. “I’ll be awaiting Anthony and Mary in the study now if that’s okay with you?”

“Perfect!” Kay turns her head back towards the family estate. “I’ll send them up there as soon as they wash up from breakfast.”

Giving an understanding nod, you and Kay move to the family estate side by side and enter together.

Kay parts for the hallway to head upstairs and you continue walking into the foyer to exit the manor from the front door.

As you approach the foyer, you notice Michael and Tom by the windowsill near the foyer, just a short distance away from you.

Feeling the kick up of butterflies rushing inside of you yet again, your eyes fall on Michael who smokes a cigarette while making a soft conversation with Tom.

Tom keeps his voice in a low tone so as not to echo the rest of his conversation out into the foyer, but he doesn’t notice you as you walk by.

Michael picks up on your presence immediately and the two of you make momentary eye contact as you continue moving toward the front doors.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep embarrassing yourself by giving away the reactions this man pulls out of you with half a glance, but you both don’t react further upon seeing each other.

You can’t read who Michael is as a person and it would be pointless to do so—a thought many have come across after meeting Don Corleone and you certainly won’t be the last to think so.

You need to keep things appropriate between employee and employer, even if the Corleone family is more inviting and friendly to you than your past employers. 

You know you have to upkeep boundaries in place and of course, neither Kay nor Michael are going to mention that or make it happen for you.

As you exit the estate, Michael watches every step you take until you’re completely out of his line of sight—completely blocking out Tom.

“You must be my new governess.”

Michael’s eyes dart from the way the fabric of your skirt brushes against your thighs—imagining his hands caressing your thighs and working their way up over your supple skin.

Michael wants to be the one to unzip your skirt from behind, inching it bit by bit off of you and replacing the fabric with his hands—hearing your soft little gasps and whimpers towards his touch as his slender fingers rub lazy circles over your clit.

The sound of your heels hitting the marble floor only gives way to Michael picturing himself taking your heels off and tossing them aside—kissing up from your ankles until his face is buried between your legs.

You may walk out calm and composed for your first lesson now, but all Michael wants to see is how you’ll approach him stripping off your clothes bit by bit, or when he makes you crawl to him on your knees.

“So we understand each other.” 

 Michael’s doing nothing but confirming his attraction to you even further—relishing every minute of it.

There’s a need and desire growing within Michael, sharing a mutual and fiery attraction but you easily mistake all of Michael’s looks for caution and potential mistrust.

You’re new here after all, and Michael doesn’t know you personally or what you offer education-wise just yet. 

Michael’s neither paranoid nor suspicious of you, but he’d rather have you misunderstand his body language and looks toward you for the time being.

In reality, Michael can’t get enough of you and each gaze does nothing to satisfy his curiosity over you; not just who you are as a teacher or woman, but who you are as a lover, as a mistress.

Still, Michael has something you necessarily don’t when it comes to attraction and chemistry; patience. Michael’s absolutely the type to wait until you can’t take it any longer to ensnare you and have you in any way he wants.

The only thing on Michael’s mind is how much more can you hold out against him until he can make his move and confront you with your own growing feelings and attraction?

It turns Michael on to see you squirming and blushing in his sight. It’s something to behold and note for him—something he’ll use against you, remind you with, take you with when he beds you.

Heading into the study and still in awe from every corner of the compound, you figure you’ll have a new sight to look at every time you step out of one building to get to another.

The beauty of Lake Tahoe itself speaks for itself but also what Michael has built within the compound for his compound captures the beauty of Nevada within it in like a safe little world of its own.

The thought of stepping out of this gorgeous private paradise isn’t even on your mind, to begin with. 

Security, privacy, perfect views, fresh air, and nature surround the compound only reminding you that you can definitely get used to this.

More reasons find you yet again to prove that leaving New York was the best option and as Michael said, your family has the opportunity to move down to Nevada as well.

You’re not in a rush to settle the rest of your life and all that you know down at Lake Tahoe immediately. Not just yet. 

Your heart and mind will need to settle first and get a taste of life before you can start thinking about what Nevada may hold for the rest of your days. 

You’re not a rash person even if impatience strikes you from to time. After all, years passed behind you and all you wanted to do was protect your family and provide for him. That much you did, and that’s all that mattered then.

Now granted the opportunity of a lifetime, there remains to be one thing true that only unsettles you when you find yourself deep in thought over it: the Corleone family is still somewhat entangled in crime and the underworld. 

“Don’t trust Mafiosi like we did. Mafiosi are not your friends; they’ll use you and then they will kill you.”

It was Tom who reassured you the Corleone family themselves want to pull away from crime and any unsavory reputations having followed their family name.

You know all of this is run under Michael and his demands alone but his family are nothing like the Mafiosi you watched overrun Hell’s Kitchen and worked for.

‘The Corleone family are no common criminals. Not even your stereotypical Mafiosi, flashing wealth and power over the streets…’ To you, Michael’s just a wealthy businessman trying to erase his father’s criminal legacy, but keep his empire intact. 

With or without caring and noticing, you’ll see more of the intricacies of the Corleone family and what their “business” has to offer in the future. 

If any major criminal ties come up, you don’t know if you have the strength nor the will in your heart to run for the hills again—just so sick and tired of worrying about mafia wars and how they’ll impact you and your family all over again.

Feeling strangely at ease with only so little to truly comfort you, you enter the study and let out a deep breath; you’re looking forward to teaching your first 

the lesson today after all.

You wonder if Anthony and Mary are alike their parents’ personalities as they are in appearances, unable to help but wonder how Michael and Kay parent and raise the two.

‘In a way, I’ll be parenting them too.’ Although you’ll never truly be alone with the children—still under Michael’s watchful gaze and expectations.

‘That look…’ Those sexy, hazel eyes. His gaze…

You clear your throat, forcing Michael out of your thoughts for what seems to be the hundredth time this morning. 

It’s best if you don’t get flustered all over again before a lesson, and it’d do you some good not to think of Michael Corleone for now.

~

“And there’s nothing on her?” Interrupting Tom and switching the conversation entirely over to the topic of you from the moment you’ve exited the family estate, it’s the very first thing Michael asks.

Tom blinks at Michael in confusion at the sudden shift of conversation but picks up on Michael’s mention of you as “her”, not Kay. “For Miss Marina? Well, nothing. Is there anything you suspect? I could have a further look into it.”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Michael blows out the smoke of his cigarette away from Tom’s direction. “I simply find it hard to believe any civilian working for the mafia isn’t as embroiled within it as they seem.”

“You’re right,” Tom agrees. “That definitely ends up being the case the majority of the time, but I made sure about it for Marina. I’ve looked into her family, her background—everything before even approaching her for employment. She’s legit.”

“I know she is.” Michael puts his cigarette loosely in the corner of his mouth. “We’ll see her teaching technique soon enough and I’ll hear it from Anthony and Mary first.”

“Hope you’re not planning to replace our new governess already.” Tom grins at Michael, joking.

“Funny,” Michael comments without a sliver of emotion on his face. “Anthony and Mary will get the best education possible. There are no exceptions to that.”

“I can’t argue with that.” Tom shrugs his shoulders loosely. “Especially since Marina will be teaching all of our children. Maybe she’ll even think about moving her family down here when the time is right.”

“Perhaps so.” Michael assumes you’ll need to feel personally settled down in Nevada before you consider such a serious change to your family life. “Miss Alighieri is unmarried, no children?”

“Just an engagement, it seems,” Tom replies back, looking towards the front door. “She’s a kind and respectful young woman. I think all of this will be the change her life truly needs—a break from New York and all of its big expectations. Time to settle, maybe start a family in the near future.”

“Mhmm.” Although the question of “is she a virgin?” crosses Michael’s mind, he asks no further questions. 

It’s not that such a thing matters to Michael in the slightest but when it comes to getting to know everything about you on a skin-deep level and beyond, Michael will get to anything he wants to know without hesitation. 

“Think she’ll get along with Kay?” Tom asks, lowering his tone of voice. “And I mean like really get along—no breakfast pleasantries and all that.”

“It doesn’t concern me,” Michael answers coldly.

“No?” Tom raises a curious brow. 

“No.” Michael reaffirms. “Marina is a teacher—an employee here. She wasn’t brought here to be a friend. I see very few possibilities in which she and Kay wouldn’t get along.”

“Of course,” Tom nods, continuing, “and they’re both school teachers, after all.”

“They’re completely different.” Michael corrects him. “Kay taught school grade children. She hasn’t taught professionally in almost a decade. She’s used to a specific level of teaching as well. Education-wise, there’s little she can offer my children now more than she already has. Kay isn’t trained in advanced education, languages and so forth, however, if she disagrees with Marina’s teaching methods, I’ll hear it. Otherwise, ten years teaching the spawn of our rivals in New York provides all the more of an interesting record to me.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Tom breaks out into a chuckle, straightening his posture against the windowsill. “I absolutely couldn’t have said it better myself. Best we never have bad blood in the family.”

“I agree.” 

~

You take your seat on the leather armchair set up for you in front of a large, mahogany table able to sit up to ten children comfortably for a lesson.

Getting comfortable in the chair, you glance at your lesson planner and notes set out in front of you, noting what lessons you’ll start the day with as soon as you meet with Anthony and Mary.

First, you’ll begin the day’s lesson with some practice in Italian. You want to start off with a simple conversation to get things warmed up as you’re aware both Anthony and Mary speak Italian and Sicilian, but you wish to hear them speak more fluently and often in conversation with someone else other than 

just their parents as well as learn new vocabulary too.

You’re unaware Michael’s accompanying Anthony and Mary to the study as you continue skimming over your notes.

Michael quietly walks behind the children, not meaning to be seen or heard but without any particular intention to hide away from you either; wishing to observe some of your teaching for himself at least, not because Michael has no faith in your teaching but perhaps just an excuse to see you again.

“Behave yourselves today, alright?” Michael speaks to Anthony and Mary, keeping one hand on both of their shoulders. “Listen to your teacher just as you did the last. Ask questions when needed, be polite, and don’t interrupt. Your mother and I want to hear about your lessons at the end of the day. Understood?”

“Yes, father.” Anthony agrees quietly.

“Okay, daddy.” Mary nods shyly.

“Good.” Michael pats both of his children’s shoulders, gesturing towards the half-open door to the study. “Go on now.” Michael takes a step back towards the hallway to conceal himself.

Anthony approaches the doorway first, pushing open the door but letting his sister in first before walking inside side by side with her.

“Hello, Miss Alighieri.” Anthony greets you as Mary gives you a little wave.

“Ciao.” You greet the two in Italian, smiling up at the children. “Welcome, come on in.”

The study door is left ajar enough for Michael to continue listening in, but not be seen or heard himself—just as Michael prefers it to be.

“We’re going to be starting with Italian lessons for today.” You tell the two as they take a seat in front of you at the table. “Are we ready?”

While Anthony gives you a silent nod, Mary answers back enthusiastically with, “yes, Miss Alighieri.”

You chuckle softly, “you can call me Marina. Don’t worry about all the formalities. Now,” you place both of your hands down on your lesson planner. “Today we’ll practice some conversation together and learn some new words but first…” A warm smile forms over your lips, “have you two been to Italy or Sicily before?”

“No.” Anthony shakes his head. “But I want to someday.”

“Anche io.” (Me too.) Mary answers in Italian. “Spero che papà ci porti un giorno.” (I hope daddy takes us one day.)

"Sono sicuro che gli piacerebbe." (I’m sure he would love to.) You nod back at her, thrilled by how naturally the children speak Italian back to you.

“Verrai anche tu con noi?” (Will you come with us too?) Anthony asks you, taking you by surprise.

"Oh, mi piacerebbe." (Oh, I would love to.) You blush a little at the thought of accompanying the family on a vacation. "Anche io non ci sono mai stato." (I’ve also never been there myself.)

“Neanche io.” (Me neither.) Mary giggles quietly.

Michael’s taken back by surprise at how fluently the children are speaking Italian to you—a stark contrast from how Anthony and Mary have always been much too shy to speak a sentence or two in front of their mother, let alone speak Italian in front of her.

Anthony and Mary barely even know you, yet they’re both so calm, open, and have a readiness to learn already.

Michael glances at his gold wristwatch to check the time, continuing to listen to your lesson.

“Penso che entrambi sorprenderete i vostri genitori vedendo come parlate bene l'italiano in questo momento.” (I think you'll both surprise your parents with how well you two are speaking Italian right now.) You tell the children, taking a little note down in your lesson planner about their fluency.

“La mamma però non parla italiano.” (Mom doesn't speak Italian though.) Anthony shrugs his shoulders. 

“Non una parola?” (Not a word?) You raise your brows.

“No. Non proprio.” (No. Not really.) Mary answers you. “Inoltre non conosce nessun siciliano.” (She also doesn’t know any Sicilian.)

“Le piacerebbe imparare l'italiano?” (Would she like to learn Italian?) You ask the two. 

“No, non credo.” (No, I don’t think so.) Anthony shakes his head, confident in his answer. “Parliamo solo italiano e siciliano a nonna, nonno e papà.” (We only speak Italian and Sicilian to grandma, grandpa, and daddy.)

“Non alla mamma.” (Not to mama.) Mary adds.

‘Not to mama.’ You note to yourself, frowning a little. It certainly strikes you as strange that Kay has no interest in the two languages both of her children are speaking and growing up around, but that’s something you’d need to talk to Kay about yourself.

From where Michael stands, even he can sense the shyness and awkward silence filling the room from the children’s answers. 

“Timida?” (Shy?) You teasingly ask Mary who remains much quieter than her brother.

“Forse.” (Maybe) Mary giggles to herself.

“Entrambi non dovete essere timidi con me, ma so che può volerci del tempo per aprirsi.” (Both of you don't need to be shy with me, but I know it can take some time to open up.) You reassure the children, speaking in a soft tone. ”E in un certo senso, nessuno di voi due è timido a causa di quanto parlate fluentemente italiano. Molto bene. Sono molto impressionato.” (And in a way, neither of you are shy because of how fluent you both speak Italian. Well done. I'm very impressed.). 

“Grazie signorina Marina.” (Thank you, miss Marina.) Mary beams up at you happily. “Mi piace parlare italiano.” (I like speaking Italian.)

‘Interesting.’ Michael thinks to himself, although knowing Mary and Anthony refuse to speak Italian near kay already, he never expected to figure out such shyness from the children now unraveling before you into full-blown fluency and confidence just as the children speak with Michael.

‘What would Kay think?’ A frown crosses Michael’s lips, but he’s satisfied enough hearing your teaching and experiencing it in a way for himself.

Confident without any worries or issues for his children’s education, Michael trusts you with employment in the Corleone family.

Throughout your Italian lessons with Anthony and Mary, you come to easily tell they’re both well-behaved, happy children even if Mary is on the shyer side and Anthony is just as brooding as his father.

You don’t sense tension or unhappiness amongst the children, especially nothing that would hold them back from fully interacting and learning from their lessons.

You’ve been easily able to spot such discomfort in children when you worked for the Cuneo and Stracci family; seeing how younger siblings of favored, firstborn children meant to be heirs to the family appear glum, withdrawn, and negatively impacted by the blatant favoritism. 

It feels much more than just refreshing to you now to be teaching in a healthy family environment where the children’s own education won’t have to be a distraction to them from their families.

“Alright, here we have the rest of our reading material to finish off our Italian lessons.” You set down a sheet of paper with two separate paragraphs—one at a slightly lower level of Italian for reading and writing and the other one a bit more advanced.

“But,” you point your finger back and forth at the paragraphs, “as you can see both of them are different.”

“Yeah,” Mary notes to herself, speaking English as she and Anthony peek down at the paper.

“I’d like to see where the two of you are with your level of Italian reading and writing since—” you break out into a grin, “the speaking is obviously fantastic. We’ll try these out first and go on from there, so,” you point down at the second paragraph. “This paragraph here may look a little tricky at a second glance because of the new, longer vocabulary in it. I’ll teach you both how to break down even the most difficult new words like this.” You place your finger underneath the words, slowly guiding the children. “We can read this one by one and understand the words first, then we can go back and do it a little faster the second time. I’ll start first, so please follow my finger here and read the words to yourself while listening to my voice and how I pronounce the new vocabulary.” 

Michael stops in his tracks just as he’s reached the bottom of the staircase, still able to hear your voice echoing from the study.

Michael pauses again, taking the time to listen in to you speak in beautiful, fluent Italian throughout the paragraph you teach Mary and Anthony. 

“Il mio comodino è vicino alla finestra, non il mio letto, ma al mattino entra un sacco di sole. La mia scrivania è sul lato opposto della mia stanza, proprio accanto al mio armadio.” (My night table is near the window, not my bed but a lot of sunshine comes through in the morning. My work desk is on the opposite side of my room right next to my closet.)

Your voice is nothing short of music to Michael’s ear, beautiful with each tone and pitch. Michael continues to listen at the stairwell, unable to stop himself from wanting to hear more.

“La mia stanza si affaccia sulla spiaggia e ogni giorno posso guardare le onde sulla riva…” My room looks out towards the beach and every day I can watch the waves on the shore.)

It’s only when you’re done reading the paragraph and recapping with the children that Michael’s able to snap back to reality and force himself to leave the estate—attempting to do the same for his thoughts.

“How was that?” You ask the children.

“Easy to follow,” Mary tells you with a nod.

“Anthony?” You glance at her brother.

“You’re very good at it.” Anthony’s eyes meet yours. 

“You two will be too, soon enough.” You reassure, smiling at the children. “Did we find it difficult at all?”

“Hmm… Not really.” Anthony shrugs his shoulders carelessly.

“Some words are a little hard I think.” Mary frowns, staring at the unfamiliar vocabulary within the paragraph. 

“This is good, very good. This way we get to see where we are with our vocabulary level, right? We can practice something a little easier, like this bottom paragraph here.” You gesture down to the bottom of the lesson sheet.

“I can read all that.” Anthony points out.

“Me too.” Mary appears relieved at the familiarity of the paragraph’s words. “I know those words.”

“Yeah?” You chuckle, “wonderful. I’ll give it a read first again as you guys follow along, then we can take some turns reading it together, okay?”

If anything, Anthony and Mary are both very understanding, calm, and polite children. Neither interrupt the lesson nor blurt out answers, but raise their hand to ask you questions.

Very disciplined and sweet, you know just how well-raised Anthony and Mary are on Kay and Michael’s behalf from their mannerisms. 

Kay and Michael’s actual parenting in person to Anthony and Mary will practically be unavoidable in the near future.

Continuing to get more practice with the easier paragraph, you see how Mary’s insistent to continue picking up on a level of reading where she’s comfortable, but it’s also a good recap and practice for Anthony.

After all those years of teaching, you’ve been used to reading upside down and balancing different levels of education with several children at the same time.

“Lato opposto dell amia stanza…” Mary speaks, reading out loud.

“Lato opposto,” you gently correct her pronunciation.

“Lato opposto,” Mary says, continuing to read.

“Mhmm.” You smile at her, noticing how Anthony quietly mouths the words to himself during his sister’s reading. 

~

As Michael comes to approach his office door, Al Neri’s eyes glance up at his boss expectantly. “Don Corleone, Mrs. Corleone is waiting inside for you.”

Michael neither reacts nor speaks back to Neri who opens the door for his boss, instantly closing it behind Michael for privacy.

Michael steps into his office with no curiosity within him for why Kay may be in his office, spotting his wife sitting on one of the leather armchairs by his desk. 

“Hello, darling.” Michael greets Kay, moving towards her.

“Hi, honey.” Kay rises up from her seat, in a cheery mood as always. “Thought I’d find you here, but…” Kay approaches her husband, smiling at him in admiration.

“I had the children begin their lessons with Marina,” Michael tells her.

“Mhmm.” Kay rubs over Michael’s shoulders tenderly, pleased with his response. “I just wanted to wait for you here. How are they?”

“All is well. They’ve started with Italian lessons for the day.” Michael’s quick to the point, satisfied with your teaching with nothing more to say.

“Oh?” Kay’s eyes widen in curiosity. “I wish Marina good luck then.”

“No need.” Michael surprises Kay with his answer. “They’re both speaking very fluently. I’m sure they shocked Marina at first as well.” 

“You heard them?” Kay asks.

“A little as I was leaving, yes.” Michael replies, “they’ve opened up to Marina already, practicing reading some example texts.”

“Oh, that’s great.” Kay blinks, finding herself oddly jealous at the revelation since Anthony and Mary refuse to speak Italian near her no matter what. “I’m surprised, honestly. Anthony and Mary…they don’t speak Italian to me or near me at all.”

“Best you begin to learn then as well.” Michael pecks a gentle kiss over Kay’s cheek, assuming the children only refrain from speaking Italian near their mother simply because she doesn’t, but the truth of the matter is that Michael could care less. 

“You should teach me,” Kay giggles, watching Michael move towards his desk. “But I think Mama Corleone may give you a run for your money.”

“I won’t disagree with you.” Michael takes a seat at his desk, sighing softly in relief. “She was the only one who spent all that time going on and on in Italian and Sicilian around her grandchildren since they were born. It’s an idea, Kay. I mean it.”

Kay’s cheeks flush scarlet as she makes eye contact with Michael. “It’s such a beautiful language from what little I know. It’d be amazing to speak both Italian and Sicilian with the children.”

“I agree.” Michael nods. “Nonetheless, this is a good start for them.”

“Do you know what they’ll learn later in the afternoon?” Kay stands before Michael’s office desk.

“You could always ask her,” Michael offers.

“But I can’t exactly ask Marina if the children like her, can I? What do you think?” Kay seems more overjoyed at the thought than ever.

‘I think they’re going to love her,’ Michael thinks to himself but changes his answer. “From what I can tell thus far, I believe so. Marina has left a good impression on us all.”

“She really is a part of our family in a way now.” Kay agrees, beaming happily. “So I can’t wait to get to know her all the better myself. We could just be the best of friends—teacher to teacher!”

But you wouldn’t be Kay’s friend or anything more to her than just an employee living in her home grounds. You never will, and you never can. Such a concept, idea, and belief is long out of your reach.

Instead, you’d be Michael’s mistress. His favorite. The only woman he explores every fantasy and sexual desire with, much to your pleasure. 

You’ll be Michael’s mistress, just as he wants you to be, just as you yearn to be.

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓷

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 !

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞 :" 𝐲/𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 , 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 , 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 ...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞".

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐲/𝐧 𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?

𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 !

𝐓𝐡𝐱! ❤

ᴀʟɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ x ɢɴ! (ᴀꜰᴀʙ) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Love triangle trope, angst but fluff, smut for sure. Reader’s appearance isn’t specified along with their house. Lustful Affairs (Cheating?)

Author’s note: I hope you mind me making the reader Gn (AFAB), this is my first girl on girl action. I’d like some feedback, I hope you like it.

Its always been that way between the three, both Rhaenyra and Alicent loved Y/n. They were a member of a house that was close the crown, Y/n’s father was part of the King’s court, and he’d bring them over and they’d be with both the Targaryen princess and the Hightower lady.

Both girls wanted their attention but it was obvious that Y/n had eyes for Lady Alicent Hightower. What did she have that Rhaenyra didn’t? Was it because she had red hair? Was she more beautiful than the Realm’s Delight? But it was obvious that they had their eyes on Alicent.

That night Rhaenyra was conflicted, why didn’t Y/n also notice her? Even after Alicent had married her Father, Y/n still had their eyes on the now Queen. Rhaenyra thought that Y/n would be focused on her now but no. 

During the hunting trip, Y/n was glued to the Queen the whole time, they seemed like happy couple that she had read about, it pained her. When the princess took off with Sir Criston Cole, she could no longer hold it in but to confess to someone. 

The sky had been replaced with the moon and stars, her and her sworn sword had been talking until she finally spilled her conflict. “Have you even been in love with someone, but you know that you will never be seeing by them no matter how hard you try?” she asked her companion as he responded “What ever do you mean your grace?” he asked the princess who had a frown displaced on her face.

“Its Y/n, they just-” she cuts herself off, feeling a flood of tears flooding her eyes “ y/n never looked at me , it was always alicent that they looked at , i was just kind of ...there" she admitted as she cried into her hands. It was true, the three were close friends but it now it was Y/n and Alicent who were closer than ever.

Criston rubbed the princess back in a way of comfort, it pained him seen the princess in such distress, she deserved better than to be hurt.

𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

Its been a while now, after Aemond had lost his eye by his ambition of wanting a dragon like the rest of his family, that was Alicent and Rhaenyra’s breaking point. The family has been split, now the greens and blacks. It was obvious that Y/n would be on Alicent’s side, after all they did love her more than Rhaenyra, all thought Y/n still had a love for the Targaryen princess, she loved Alicent the most. 

Y/n had to be the one to stop Alicent from cutting out the eye on a child, even though they now have a scar on their arm due to the blade slicing through their now scared arm. They didn’t care, they just wanted them to prevent the Queen from doing something she’ll later regret.

Back the Red Keep the sky had turned black, followed by the stars and moon. Y/n was in their bed chamber, getting ready for bed until they heard a knock on the door. “Come” they said as they finished putting on their night attire. It was Alicent, she had a look of distress and dried tears on her eyes. “Alicent? What’s the matter love?” they asked concern in their voice. Then they took the Queen’s hands guiding for her to sit on the bed. “Love?” they asked again, the Queen then hugged them tightly. They held her as they also felt a wet spot forming on their shoulder. “It is okay love” They murmured in her ear, trying to ease her a bit. This reminded them of that time when Alicent’s father had left. 

“They hurt him, my son” Alicent said as she continued to cry on their shoulder. Y/n knew full well what she ment. “I’m sorry” they admitted as they continue to hold the Queen. Poor Alicent, all her life she had been a misunderstood person, she only did what she was told and now she was suffering.

Y/n pulled away and got a look at the Queen’s face, seeing her puffy red eyes and tears. They wiped away their tears with their thumb “everything will be alright, I promise” they said as the Queen nodded and looked down at her hands.

“I just want to forget about everything. Forget that I am a Queen, forget that I have duties, just forget” she admitted as Y/n smiled, leaning closer and pressed a kiss on Alicent’s cheek bone. “We can forget about everything right now, just give me the order and I’ll do it Alicent” Y/n said as Alicent nodded “please Y/n” she said.

Both their night attire had been discarded to the floor, Alicent had been laying on the bed while Y/n had been pleasing her between her legs. The Queen moaned softly and carefully, not wanting to be loud. Y/n had worked their way onto the Queen, giving her all the pleasure she deserved. 

They lapped at their cunt, suckling on Alicent’s juices as the maiden on the bed had been squirming in pleasure. Finally they managed to get her to release herself.

Y/n pulled away seeing the mess they had caused, they crawled towards the Queen to get a good look at her highness. Then they grabbed Alicent’s left leg rising it up a bit.

They loved up to were her now wet cunt touched the Queen’s bare knee, slightly rubbing themselves on the Queen causing them to moan. Then they ran their hand up to feel the Queen’s right breast squeezing it, making her moan.

Then they moved their hand towards her womanhood. Using both her middle and ring finger to run circles around the woman’s delicate pearl. Alicent moaned at the feel of her abused pearl being touched once again.

Y/n continued to rub themselves on the her knee, making their cunt much wetter than before. “Your Grace” they moaned as they moved their fingers inside the Queen, making her gasp out loud, feeling their fingers stretch her out.

Y/n moved their fingers slowly but as they moved faster on the Queen’s knee, so did her fingers. “Oh! Gods be good!” Alicent moaned a bit more loud as she felt Y/n’s fingers move faster on her. Y/n let out a moan as her clit continued to ride on the maiden’s knee, they were close to an orgasm but they wanted it to release along with her majesty. 

Alicent reached up, abusing Y/n’s breasts, causing them to moan loudly feeling her hands touch her sensitive nipples. They moved her fingers faster, feeling the her Queen’s close release. “Y/n... I-I’m... I’m close!” she moaned a bit louder but before anyone could hear she was silenced by a kiss given to her by the one on top of her. 

She could taste herself in the kiss, then at the same time they both released themselves. Both their thighs shaking by the orgasm. Y/n removed herself from on top of her, they laid next to the Queen, both catching their breath.

“Thank you, Y/n” the Queen smiled as she was pulled by Y/n into a little spoon position. Stroking her hair while her head laid on her chest. “I love you  Alicent” Y/n said as Alicent looked up at them, looking into their eyes “I love you as well Y/n” she said leaning in for a final kiss.

[aajjks]

reward!jungkook

“pfft hahahahahahaha, we were never together dumbass” you laugh. “i broke up with you when you showed me how much of a pussy you were—“ your tangent is cut short when you hear jungkook say ‘MY wife.’ you can’t believe that he’s speaking like he actually gives a damn about syelle when he’s told you so many times how he cared so little about her.

“oh, so she’s your wife now? she wasn’t your wife when you were eating me out. she wasn’t your wife when we fucked at your house multiple times. she wasn’t your wife when you said you’re in love with me. NOW she’s your wife? you’re pathetic and a bad liar”

“it’s like you said, remember? her love means nothing compared to mine. hahahahah, you crack me up, jungkook. you really do”

‘MY wife’ the words put a bad taste in your mouth when you repeat it but its always been like this. they become regretful AFTER they’ve fucked up and unfortunately, he’s no exception. you won’t lie, your time with jungkook was fun.

he was great at sex, sensitive, and attractive but he messed up; did a bad thing. but bad things come with consequences or maybe it’s karma. hearing jungkook curse you out isn’t anything new and neither is his last question that gets asked a little too frequently for your liking but it’s an easy answer, nevertheless.

“i literally said OUT LOUD that i wanted her dead and what do you do? let her go. she could’ve told the cops on us and you know what made it worse? you CARED about her. i thought you didn’t give a damn about syelle and don’t say you did because you never have!”

“sHe’s InNocEnT” you mock. “you never showed any care or regard for her the entire year we’ve messed around and all of a sudden you care? so, no. i didn’t spare you a glance because you’re a spineless piece of shit who only cares about his wife AFTER he fucked his side piece for over a year”

He laughs with cruelty.

“you bitch- you were just a good fuck for me.” Now it’s time that he hurts your feelings as well. “I might have confused my infatuation or lust with you for love but now you’ve made me realize that you’re not worthy of it.” He rolls his eyes.

The truth is that he doesn’t deserve a woman like Syelle. He deserves a woman like you, but now he’s gonna make sure that you can’t come into his life.

“You let anyone between your legs huh yn? I confess your experience was fun for someone like me… we fucked. Did I ever promise to marry you?” He chuckles.

You deserve to burn in hell with him.

“I used your body to my liking.” He spits, venom, in his tone. “I would’ve never killed my wife for you.” He confesses.

“you did Syelle a favor because she deserves to be free of a man like me, and… I’m free of you now.” He whispers dangerously.

He’s feeling murderous right now, and if you could choke you to death he would.

“I wanna choke you. I bet you would enjoy it. You sick fuck.”

He is not a pussy for not deciding to kill his life of two years and even though he cheated on her shamelessly with you, he can never make it up to her and he’s not in love with her so they could’ve never worked out anyways.

But you have broken his heart and now he’s going to make sure that he ruins you and your heart as well. But he doubts that he would feel anything because you never liked him or loved him like that..

“You’re nothing but a whore- the other woman. Goodbye babe.”

He cuts off the call, and even though his heart is telling him to call Syelle. He won’t.. he doesn’t have any right to do this because he crushed her heart.

He ruined her.

You’ve ruined him.

It’s about time that he ruins you.

[pridewon]

CHARACTER INTERVIEW

BASICS  !

NAME . Shinsuke Kita. NICKNAME . Besides his grandmother calling him “Shin-chan”, he is not aware of any nickname that may have been bestowed upon him. He has taken note of the twins sticking to “Kita-san” before, and being the only one on their team to have the ‘honour’ of the ‘-san’ honorific: he has often wondered if it was a sign of respect, distance, or both. AGE .  18 (in 2012) / 28 (in 2022). PROFESSION . 3rd year highschool student at Inarizaki High (2012) / rice farmer in Hyôgo (2022).

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY .  LAWFUL / chaotic / GOOD / neutral / evil / true . RELIGION .  Nourishes a more or less distant relationship with the shinto traditions his grandmother raised him into.  SINS .  greed / gluttony / SLOTH / lust / pride / envy / wrath . VIRTUES .  chastity / charity / DILIGENCE / HUMILITY / KINDNESS / PATIENCE / justice . KNOWN LANGUAGES . Japanese, some English he remembers from highschool and college. SECRETS . The only times he’s ever lied in his life were to avoid dates his grandmother set up with her friends’ granddaughters. He’s not proud of the fact, but he would feel even worse making his grandmother worry, or meeting people he knows he’s not looking for. He eventually confessed to Yumie that he wasn’t looking to marry just yet, and she eventually dropped the subject. He has never been more relieved in his life, but his lies still haunt him to this day. //  He is very particular about textures. He doesn’t like the crackle of static electricity in his clothes, the artificiality of plastic and cheap fabric, and would sooner find a 9-5 job than touch anything resembling that slime thing he’s seen people play with on the internet. He’s grateful the twins never thought of pranking him with one of these. // Not exactly a secret, but he watches every one of Aran, Suna an Atsumu’s games on their respective teams. If he can’t make it to Onigiri Miya for a game, he’ll drive down to the village to watch it from the local izakaya, or from his computer at home - but he prefers to watch it with other people (and has maybe converted the entire village to volleyball by accident). 

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD .  scrawny / bony / slender / FIT / ATHLETIC / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average . HEIGHT . 175.2cm / 175.5cm.

SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS . Kita has always been careful about his health and physical condition - and has been fortunat enough to avoid major injuries throughout his life. He does however bear a scar on his forehead, just under his hairline, from falling after a dog played a little too roughly with him at the park when he was a child. His hair usually hides it, and you wouldn’t know it’s there unles he told you. 

ABILITIES  /  POWERS . Very focused and dedicated. As a teenager, very mature forhis age. Commands an air of natural authority without ever having to raise his voice or hand. Persistent and consistent in everything he puts his mind to, high achiever who sets high standards from himself and inadvertently passes them onto others. Depending on who you ask: an intimidating aura, or a calming aura. Probably the most reliable person you’ll ever meet.  RESTRICTIONS . Very reserved and seemingly “perfect” (by an adult’s standards for a child, anyway), he accidentally comes across as inaccessible and scary and he knows it. It does bother him a little, as it always used to put him at odds with most people his age. Back at school, he didn’t use to have many friends, besides Aran and Ômimi, and he has always been aware that his stern demeanour painted him as... austere, and possibly boring, in the eyes of his peers. Things improved once they all grew into adulthood; and Kita himself feels a little more comfortable in his own skin and his own age.

FAVORITES !

FOOD . Tofu hamburger. DRINK .  Tea. Any tea. Give him all the tea. PIZZA TOPPING . Four cheese. COLOR . The greens of his rice fields, and the reds and golds of the trees on the mountains in autumn. MUSIC GENRE . Pretty much anything that comes on the radio. He has a playlist to which he adds anything his friends recommend to him and that he has enjoyed. He likes the thought of it being a work of collaborative enjoyment. BOOK GENRE . Travel diaries. MOVIE GENRE . A complete sucker for the wuxia genre. He loves the incredible visuals and costume designs paired with the remarkable craft of the actor/martial artists, and how the camera lets their work speak for itself with minimal editing. CURSE WORD .  He almost never swears. SCENTS . Petrichor, cooked rice, wild flowers.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP . He says it’s impolite to ask. SINGS IN THE SHOWER . Absolutely happens once he starts living alone on the farm. It surprised the hell out of Ginjima the first time he visited and heard him while walking by the bathroom. To this day he has kept it a secret, thinking no one would believe him. LIKES PUNS . When they are well done. Which is almost never.

[yuriko-mukami]

Rukiko Facts

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💙 Meeting Place: Library, Ryoutei Academy

💙 Anniversary: April 23rd

💙 Relationship Status: Married

💙 Engagement Day: December 31st, 2022

💙 Wedding Day: April 23rd, 2023

💙 Children: Mukami Tsukimi

💙 Tsukimi's Birthday: May 2nd, 2024

💙 Detailed summaries of the Rukiko love story His Very Own written by @ruki-mukami-dl

Rukiko Timeline

First Year

💙 Ruki took a fast interest in Yuriko's blood and bit her only after a few days she had transferred to the Ryoutei Academy.

💙 Ruki also made sure that they had to do schoolwork together to keep Yuriko close.

💙 Other than blood, the two were drawn together by their shared interest in literature.

💙 Ruki asked Yuriko to a book meeting during the weekend to spend more time with her. That ended with a disaster caused by his jealousy over a flirty waiter's behavior. In his unsteady state of mind, he took a bit too much of Yuriko's blood.

💙 Ruki's lust for Yuriko's blood caused them a lot of trouble and the other Mukamis weren't pleased with Ruki's sudden and reckless behavior.

💙 Kou was probably the first to realize that it was more than just intoxicating blood that made Ruki act uncommonly mindless. Still, he had to give hints to Ruki more than once before the reality hit the eldest Mukami.

💙 After realizing his feelings and hearing the mutual love confession from Yuriko, Ruki didn't waste time to make her officially his. She expressed rather clearly she hoped that to happen too.

💙 Since Ruki had taken Yuriko's blood regularly the seal in her blood had been growing weaker and weaker. Soon, her Kitsune traits started to surface.

💙 After that, it didn’t take long for Yuriko to move into the manor and she has been living with the Mukamis ever since.

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💙 After Yuriko had moved in, Ruki took her to another cafe date. Yet that led to jealousy as a waiter flirted with her. His jealousy caused a tragic accident. However, Yuriko decided to stay with Ruki.

💙 Yuriko's father didn't simply accept his daughter's decision and arranged for vampire hunters to come after Ruki. This was the final thing that made Yuriko cut off the man from her life completely.

💙 After that, Ruki and the other Mukamis helped Yuriko to save her brother from the Demon World where he had been held captive for years.

💙 Later, the couple learned new things about Yuriko's Kitsune background and discovered her relatives who became part of their lives too.

💙 At the end of the year, Ruki proposed to Yuriko, promising to marry her after they had graduated from high school.

Second Year

💙 They graduated in the spring of 2023 and started their university studies at Kaminashi University. Both are studying literature.

💙 The couple married on their anniversary on April 23rd, 2023. Both families, relatives, and friends attended the wedding but Yuriko's father wasn't invited.

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💙 They went on their honeymoon trip in the Golden Week and then came back home to study.

💙 After coming back home, they moved out of Ruki's room and into the third floor of the Mukami manor, where Ruki's library used to be. They renovated part of the library as their bedroom and also made a bathroom on the third floor just for their private use.

💙 They spent a cozy summer. They enjoyed their time off and had a beach holiday together.

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💙 They continued their university studies in the autumn. Everything went mostly well, but they had a minor jealousy incident during the semester. However, this time they were able to settle it a bit more peacefully.

💙 In late autumn, Sakamaki Ayato attacked Yuriko when Ruki was visiting Eden. Ruki's familiars contacted Ruki who arrived at the scene in time.

💙 After the incident with Ayato, Yuriko became even more scattered than usual. A bit later, the couple found out she had become pregnant with Ruki's child.

💙 During Christmas break from the university, Ruki and Yuriko traveled to Romania and visited a local Christmas market because Yuriko wanted to see European traditions. They spend a few days there, enjoying their alone time.

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💙 Ruki decided to drop out of the university and bought a publishing business, Kaminashi Modern Classics. Yuriko wanted to finish her first year of studies but take a break after that because she wanted to focus on the baby.

💙 The couple renovated a servant house near the Mukami manor and moved in there a few months before their daughter would be born.

Third Year

💙 The couple celebrated their anniversary and Ruki's birthday in a peaceful and cozy manner since Yuriko's pregnancy was at the end of its third semester.

💙 Tsukimi was born on May 2nd.

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More Things to Know

💙 Couple Interview

💙 Rukiko Changes — Before and After

💙 Rukiko Housing — Before Starting a Family

💙 Rukiko Housing — After Starting the family

💙 Rukiko Soundtrack

💙 Rukiko Headcanons

💙 Rukiko Moodboards

💙 Rukiko Arts

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[lemonlover1110]

Water

N. Zenin

Pairing: Naoya Zenin x f!Reader

Summary: You go to the kitchen at midnight for some water and your fiancé helps you quench your thirst.

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Degradation Kink, Slight Choking, Tit Sucking, Naoya

“You’re so pretty.” Naoya comments as the back of his hand caresses your cheek. He brings his lips to meet yours and you share a short kiss. “You’re so perfect.”

“Thank you.” You respond and you try to give him an innocent look but it doesn’t come out. You want more. You want so much more, and he can see the lust through your gaze.

You had sneaked out of your engagement party. Naoya and you were getting married soon, and of course it was going to be celebrated.

You kiss Naoya again and when you pull away, you rest your forehead on his. You say, “They won’t notice if we’re gone for another minute.”

“So what do you want me to do, love? Fuck you right here?” He asks and you gulp. You think about it for a minute or so. Is that really what you want? Can you contain yourself until after dinner is over?

“Answer. We don’t have all the time in the world, they’re bound to notice we’re gone at some point.” He tells you and you’re still indecisive. The family would be staying in the house, and you were forced to share your room due to the fact that you didn’t have enough bedrooms to accommodate everyone, so you couldn’t sneak out of your room. But out in the garden where anyone could watch?

“It’s best if we go back inside.” You respond and he nods in agreement. He grabs your hand as you walk back into the house. The dinner was about to start so your timing was perfect.

-

It was midnight and you couldn’t sleep. You toss back and forth in your bed, trying to find the right position to fall asleep. It earns you a complaint from your cousin though. She whines and tells you to stop moving so much.

“I’ll go grab a glass of water.” You tell her as you get up from the bed. You quietly walk to the kitchen, remembering that mostly everyone is asleep and you don’t want to wake anyone up. You walk into the kitchen to find your fiancé drinking a glass of water. His eyes quickly land on you.

“Everything okay?” He asks and you hum in response. You open the cabinet and grab an empty glass of water. He offers his. “I finished so you can use mine.”

You take it from his hand. But you set it down on the counter and he looks at you, raising his eyebrow. You say, “I can’t fall asleep.”

“Why not?” He questions as he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you. He stands behind you, and he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek before resting his head on your shoulder.

“Kind of regret not taking up the opportunity outside.” You confess which makes him chuckle. He presses another kiss on your cheek.

“Well everyone is asleep so we might as well…” He responds. And your mind is too clouded with all the things you could possibly do, that you won’t say no. He turns you around and presses his lips on yours while his hands land on your waist. He picks you up and puts you down on the kitchen counter.

His tongue presses against yours while his hands ride up your nightgown. He gently rubs through your panties and you try not to show how desperate you are. He pulls away from the kiss and kisses down your neck. If he left any marks it would be questioned so he didn’t suck on your neck.

You let the straps of the nightgown fall, and Naoya pulls it down. His lips were quick to attach to your nipple, while his hand moved your panties to the side and he began to play with your clit.

Your hand goes over your mouth, knowing you can never be quiet. He inserts a finger into your cunt while his tongue is still circling your nipple.

“Baby-” You quietly moan, your hand muffling the sound. He detaches himself from your nipple. He takes his free hand and pushes your hand out of the way. His lips press against yours again.

He inserts a second finger into your cunt. They’re angled just perfectly so they brush against your g-spot at each of his movements. His thumb still plays with your clit which adds more to your pleasure.

He pulls away from your mouth with a smirk on his face. He grabs your wrists and holds them together so your hands can’t cover your mouth. “Let them hear how good my fingers make you feel.”

“Naoya-” You moan and close your eyes as you feel your orgasm build up. You try your best to not make any noise, knowing that the walls are thin.

Your legs quiver as you come around his fingers. He takes them out and forces you to open your mouth and take his fingers in. Your tongue swirls around his fingers as he says “Taste how sweet you are.”

When he his fingers out, he stops holding your wrists together and his hands go to the band of his pants. He pulls them down along with his boxers and strokes his cock a couple of times before aligning it with the entrance of your pussy. “I want you to be as loud as you can.”

“Our family members are sleeping.” You remind him and he chuckles in response.

“They ruined our night by hosting the engagement party, so let’s wake them up.” He replies. Just as you were about to respond, a gasp leaves your lips as he plunges himself into you. It was too much to handle sometimes.

He gives you a minute or so before he begins to move. But he does it fast because he wants you to be loud. “You’re such a little slut, you couldn’t get your hands off me during dinner.”

“Shit-” Your hand is about to go back to cover your mouth but his hands stop them. He smirks at you and continues speaking.

“You wanted everyone to see what a big whore you are during dinner, so why are you so shy now?” He continues and he feels as you tighten around him. It was nice for Naoya to learn new things about his fiancée each day. “You’re my little whore, right?”

You don’t answer, your mind too confused with his rapid thrusts and the way he fills you up. One hand lets go of your wrist and goes up to your throat. He gently squeezes before repeating the question.

“Yes, your little whore, baby.” You answer, but his hand still grips your throat. There’s a ring of cream around the base of his cock. The sound of his skin slapping against yours fills up the kitchen.

“You’re my good little whore.” He tells you as the hand that’s gripping your throat goes down to play with your clit. He continues calling you degrading names as his fingers rub your clit perfectly.

You’re able to put your hand back on your mouth as your second orgasm builds up. He continues going fast, and you see white as you come around his cock.

He stops playing with your clit as his eyes focus on the way your juices covered his cock. He goes fast and when he slows down you know that he’s almost going to come. “I’m going to fill you up like the good little whore you are.”

After a couple more thrusts he stops and groans as he finishes inside you. He stays still for a minute or so before pulling his cock out. You fix yourself up and put your feet back onto the floor, getting off the counter.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” You peck his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He responds and just then you hear footsteps.

“What are you two doing?” His aunt asks and you both held back laughter, knowing you wouldn’t have been laughing if it had been a couple of minutes earlier.

“Just getting water.”

[darkmulti]

I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR NEW BTS HEADCANONS

They’re literally so good I can’t get over them!

I’d like to request stepbrother tae with younger reader, where the reader is inexperienced and tae teaches her everything. With some yandere themes, age gap, virginity loss, praising, master/angel calling.

Thanks very much :)

-> thank you, bb😙

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: Yandere!Taehyung, virgin!reader, stepbrother!Taehyung, age gap (reader is 18 and Taehyung is 28)

Your dad proposed to his two year long girlfriend

Your mom passed away when you were 6 and your dad has been raising you as a single father until he met his now fiancé when you were 16

You accepted the relationship because your father meant the world to you

After your mom’s death, he fell into a deep depression but kept going for you

He loved, protected and cared about you greatly

Your dad waited for you to turn 18 before proposing to his girlfriend

The reason why is because, he didn’t want you to feel left out or forgotten

He wanted you to enjoy the last 2 years of your childhood before you join the harsh, adult world

Your dad was the best dad you could ask for and all you wanted was to see him happy again

And you knew this marriage was the answer

You helped your future step mom with everything

From picking little decor for the tables, to the bridesmaids dresses, to the theme of the wedding — your step mother wanted your opinion on everything

You both finally got the chance to bond without your dad third wheeling

While you guys were out, doing some last minute shopping, your step mother confessed something

“Sweetheart, I’m so excited to marry your father but something in my heart feels incomplete.”

You scrunch your face and immediately ask her “what’s wrong?”

“My son…” she hesitated but continued, “… I want to invite him to our wedding but I’m not sure how he’d react to me re-marrying. After all, he’s daddy’s boy.”

“You have a son? How come dad’s never told me?” You said and frowned

“Well, I don’t like talking about it very much. My son is not the biggest fan of me, but in the end, he is still my child.”

“I don’t understand… why doesn’t he like you?”

“His dad made him believe that I cheated on him, even though it was the other way around. Taehyung left me behind without letting me explain what actually happened.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Maybe you can send him an invitation. If he comes, he comes, if he doesn’t then he’s missing out.”

She chuckled and started walking again

“I guess you’re right. Thank you for the reassurance.”

The wedding arrived faster than you imagined

Since the morning, you’ve been running back and forth, making sure everything’s perfect because you don’t want your dad nor your step mom to be stressed

The ceremony itself took place during the day time and in the evening, there was going to be a reception party

The ceremony went well, but your step mom seemed to be a little upset

You assumed it was because her son, “Taehyung” didn’t show up

You felt bad for her, but there was nothing you could do

The reception party was amazing

Your dad and step mom were enjoying every bit of it

The food was amazing, everyone was cheering & bringing up past memories

All was going well till someone walked in that caught your step moms attention and wiped the smile off her face

You followed her stare and saw a handsome man wearing a black suit standing in the door way

“Taehyung?”

Your step mom said, before getting up and running to him

She was about to pull him in for a hug but he rejected

“I see you got married again, mother. Does this guy know he’s wasting his time on a cheater?”

That was when you butted in and stepped in front of your step mom

“If you have nothing good to say, then leave. Your mother is trying to make amends with you and if you can’t cooperate, you might as well go home.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m her daughter.” You said, proudly

“Step daughter, Taehyung.” Your step mom chimed in, not wanting her son to get the wrong idea

Taehyung rolled his eyes and went towards the bar

“Please don’t let him spoil your night, ma. I’ll keep him out of trouble.”

You thought Taehyung was going to do something obnoxious but, no

He sat down at a table all the way in the corner and started talking to you

You were a charming girl and he absolutely loved it

Your eyes full of love and innocence

He asked you about your dating life and you replied that you weren’t interested

That’s when Taehyung knew, he had to stick around

6 months had gone by and Taehyung finally apologized to his mother

Your step mom was over joyed that her son was back

She felt like her life was getting back together

You still lived with your parents, but they didn’t mind since you were in university

Taehyung on the other hand lived in his own apartment near your university

He was actually a professor at your university

One day, your dad asked you if you could sleep over at Taehyung’s place for one night

You asked why and your dad said that this was the day he asked out your step mom so he wanted to do something special

You agreed and packed your bags

Taehyung picked you up and took you back to his place

He kept the conversation going by asking you about school, hobbies, ect

He even offered to give you a private tutoring session for free

The evening with him was going very well

He ordered pizza and there was a movie starting on the T.V

Halfway in the movie, there was a sex scene that made both of you a little needy

You started to move around more and Taehyung was quick to notice

He also had a solution to make you stop

He put his arm around your waist and pulled in closer to him

You were about to ask him what he was doing until you felt his thumb rub your clit in a circular motion

You accidentally let out a loud moan in satisfaction

Taehyung didn’t waste this opportunity and kissed you hard

He turned the T.V off and got on top of you, rubbing his raging bugle against your clit

You started rubbing against him too, wanting him to fill you up

He removed your shorts and started rubbing your clit faster

“Have you ever played with yourself like this before?”

“N- No.”

“Let master show you how to pleasure yourself, okay.”

He pulled you into his lap and made you spread your legs wide

He guided your hands on your clit

“Rub it, angel.. It whatever way it feels good.”

You started off slow but it wasn’t satisfying you so you increased your speed

You were about to cum but Taehyung slapped your hand away from your clit

“Rule number one, angel. You will not cum without master’s permission.”

“Okay.”

He slapped your clit, making you flinch in his lap

“Rule number two, you call me master. Understood?”

“Understood, master.”

“Good, angel. Master likes fast learners.”

Taehyung’s hand made it’s way back to your private area

He pushed in the tip of his pointer finger and you let out a squeal

“M-master! It hurts.”

“I know, angel. You’re so tight, that’s why…” he removed his finger from you and brought it up to your mouth, “angel, suck my finger.”

You happily opened your mouth and sucked on his pointer finger till it was wet with your saliva

“Perfect, angel.”

He slipped it back in, but this time it went in easier

“Master, don’t take it out. It feels good.” You whisper as you rocked your hips for some friction

He immediately removed it causing you to whine and squirm a little

“Rule number three. You don’t tell master what to do. Understood?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You said, softly

“Rule number four, you don’t whine. I don’t want any whining, angel. Or else, I won’t give you what you want.”

“I understand, master. It won’t happen again.”

You were so obedient, it was driving Taehyung crazy

You were so desperate for his touch and love

“Okay angel, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air.”

You did exactly what he said and spread your legs wide

He slid his fingers along your slit only to find out how wet you’d gotten just from all the teasing

He spread your wetness all over your hole for some lube then pushed in the tip

You were a little scared so you touched around for something to grab onto and Taehyung noticed

He intertwined both of his hands with yours before pushing deep inside you

You screamed a little because it was your first time

“M- Master. Slow.”

“It’s okay, angel. It’ll only hurt for a little bit.”

He pushed his whole length in you and kept his pace slow

“Master, it hurts!” You yelled, throwing your head back and releasing your tears

Taehyung quickened his pace so you could adjust to him faster

After a couple of fast thrust, you started moaning and rolling your eyes back in pleasure

You let go of his hands and held onto his back

“Master-mmmh!”

Taehyung placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it while fucking you faster

“M- Master! It feels so good.”

“I know. You’re taking me so well, angel.” He whispered into your ears, sending chills down your spine

Taehyung has been dreaming of this moment ever since he met you

All he wanted was to fuck you rough and raw

The idea of claiming you become more and more intense as time went by

You made him crazy

All the love and innocence in your eyes turned into lust for him

“Master, a- a little fa- faster, please. I’m close.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you as hard as he could

You were moaning so loudly, he knew you were close

“Tell me angel, what was rule number one again?”

“Don’t c- cum without master’s permission.”

Right after you finished your sentence, you hit your high and wanted to release

“Master! Please let me cum!” You yelled, clenching around him as hard as you could in order to stop yourself from coming

Taehyung groaned when you clenched around him

It was like paradise

“Master, please! I beg you! I can’t hold it!”

He pushed his whole length in one more time before saying, “release, angel.”

You covered his cock in a coat of cum while he filled you up

Both of you were panting heavily until Taehyung pulled out and carried you to his room

“You did such a good job, angel. Now let master take care of you.”

Just like that, you fell into his trap

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: Seven Days (pt2)

Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

Warning: fluff,  a bit of angst( if you squint), smut, 

The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2)

Day 3 

“Oh” Steve said as walked into the living room to see Bucky and (y/n) curled up on the couch, (Y/n) in nothing but her birthday suit. “ Hey” Bucky said and (Y/n) let out a yelp ads he gave her a light spank. 

“What’s happening here?” Steve asked as he approached them.

“She just doesn’t feel like wearing clothes today.” getting up she approaches Steve wrapping herself around his body. 

“They seems like a nuisance today. I don’t want any.”

“That’s okay, you don’t need them” Steve says running his hands along her curves. 

“You don’t either” (Y/n) whispered as she leaned in closer her lip grazing his before she pulled back and began unbuttoning his pants. Steve cupped her face and brought her in for a kiss as he pushed her hands away. 

“Hang on...just a minute.... I’m going to get something. I’ll be right back” with that Steve quickly left the room leaving standing alone and pouting. 

She turned to Bucky with said pout with a sigh he motioned her over with pep in her step (y/n) quickly came over and dropped to her knees Infront of him. He popped her hands as she reached for his belt. He shook his finger at her and pointed to his thigh. She climbs up straddling said thigh. ”good girl” he said giving her a peck but it soon turned heated as she parted her lips and his tongue slipped in. 

(Y/n) moans as she rubs herself on his thigh Bucky holds on to his waist to help guide her. Pulling away from her lips he trails kiss down her neck “ go ahead love, fuck yourself on my thigh.” he growls into her neck as he helps her grind down on his thigh faster. 

“You two to really are impatient” Steve said as he flopped down on the couch shirtless now next to them. In his hand was a wand vibrator, a remote vibrator, some rope, lube, and a plug. Taking a firm hold of (y/n)’s chin he turned her and pulled her into a deep kiss as she continued to grind on Bucky’s thigh. Steve swallowed her moans as Bucky started bouncing her on his thigh. 

She whined when he stopped he held her still as she tried to move on her own. “ it’s not my fault she’s so needy.” Bucky chuckled as she pulled her away from kissing Steve to kiss him. “ and I don’t what you’re complaining about I’m getting her ready for you and whatever you go plan.” 

Bucky pushed her on to the couch next to Steve. Standing up he picks up remote control vibrator on the other side of Steve. He takes off his shirt he tossed it on the couch. “ what were you going to do with this?” 

“I-I don’t know … just picked it up.” Steve confessed he didn’t really have any plans he just picked out what looked fun in the moment. 

“I’ve got a couple of ideas” Bucky said as he untied his sweatpants he pushed them off pooling at his feet before kicking them off to the side he was nude in front of them slightly hard. Picking up the lube he poured some on his fingers Leaning forward he put his metal hand on the other side of (Y/n)’s head and a knee in between Steve’s legs. 

He looked at them as he slowly began to pushed his finger inside of himself from one finger, to two, then three. He watched them as he fingered himself. How (Y/n) rubbed her thighs together and Steve palmed himself through his sweatpants both desperate for friction as they watched him groan and moan as he pleasured himself. Steve licked his lips as he watched Bucky’s cock twitch and leaked pre-cum. 

Satisfied with how far he was stretched he picked up the vibrator, it had an egg shape with a string connected to the end. He moaned and arched his back pushed it inside of himself. Unexpectedly cumming a bit landing on (y/n) thigh. Wiping it up with her fingers she brough it to her mouth licking her fingers clean. 

Standing up on , albeit, shaky legs he says “ I want you to fuck her.”

“...huh?”

Bucky goes and sits on the other end of the couch on Steve’s side watches as Steve pulls (Y/n) on to his lap pulling her into a deep kiss their tongues clashed as they fought for Domaine both wanting to impress and entertain Bucky. Steve shimmed out of his pants kicking them off he gasped as she lowered herself on to his cock rubbing him in her legs with her pussy lips. He moaned as he felt how wet she was. 

“You heard me Stevie.” he grabs his chins hard and speaks to him sternly “ I want you to fuck (y/n). Fuck her good, fuck her long, fuck her hard” 

Unable to speak Steve just nods.

“You feel really good” Steve whispered as (y/n) pulled him into a heated kiss as she grinded on to him. Reaching down between them Steve groaned as (Y/n) a hold of his dick and helped guide him into her. 

Once he was fully inside she said “ you feel good too”. Flipping her over on to her back he hovered over her without slipping out. (Y/n) moaned as he slipped deeper inside of her. She continued to moan as Steve thrusted into her. 

She watched as Bucky came up behind Steve. Steve moaned as he fell Bucky kiss along his shoulders and neck. (Y/n) watched on as Bucky poured lube on to his cock stroking himself some. He put a finger to his lips ‘shh’ as he lined himself of with Steve’s puckered hole. with no hesitation or warning he slammed into him which caused him to Slam into her. They both left out unexpectedly loud groans and moans. 

“Fuck Buck. A warning, please”

“where’s the fun in that” Bucky wrapped a hand around Steve throat as he pulled him back to kiss him slipping his tongue into his mouth. As he was kissing Steve he slipped something into (Y/n) hand confused she looked to find the remote to the vibrator in her hand. 

Oh, she was going to have fun with this. 

Steve buried his face into her shoulder. It was like their bodies worked together all at once. As Bucky thrusted into Steve pushing him into her only to have her thrusted back into him and him back into Bucky.

“Oh fuck” Steve whined with overstimulation as he crumbled between both of them. 

“look at you. So fucking beautiful, so fucking-uughgh” Bucky groaned out and lurched forward as he felt the sudden vibration go through him. Steve moaned as he pushed further into (Y/n) feeling Bucky twitched inside of him. (Y/n) moaned out as Steve thrusted into her, finger pressing on the button even dragging it higher to increase the vibrations. 

Bucky’s groans turned into moans and then whines as he stilled just holding himself inside Steve. He bit into Steve shoulder as he runted into him. (Y/n) laid back watching the two of them over her as pleasure took over both of them. Bucky biting into Steve’s shoulder and nails digging into his hips as he held him close burying his pleasure into him. Steve tossing his had back and arching his back eye’s shinning with unshed tears from the overwhelming pleasure. 

Reaching forward  (Y/n) cupped his face and pulled him down to look at him. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” (Y/n) said “ You can cum, please cum, cum inside of me please”

Steve groaned as Steve spilled inside of her. As he spilled inside of her Bucky spilled inside of him body convulsing as he held on to Steve moaning out. 

“(Y/n) ah (Y/n) please” Bucky begged his body still convulsing and twitching.

“Oh shit” she quickly turned off the vibrator sitting up “I’m sorry, are you guys okay? was it too much?”

Bucky pulling out of Steve rolled over on to his back. Steve doing the same thing rolling on to her other side. “ that was amazing” Steve said catching his breath. “ we should do that more often.”

“The position or the vibrator?” Bucky asked 

“Both”

Day 4

The day began more so as an individual day not being one to stray from routine for too long Steve woke up early for his morning run and dragged Bucky up with him too. He wasn’t as eager to leave the bed he himself could admit laziness was setting in. Sam found them in the lobby and joined them for their run. He asked about their time off if they were enjoying it and how they were spending it(although he had a clue), opting to leave out the sexy bits which was actually a lot of it. 

“we’ve been talking about the future” Steve said as they took a break in the park “She wants to start looking at houses again.” 

“oh yeah, Stark will be happy to hear that he’ll be able to start up the planning again.” Sam said 

Unbenounced to the throuple until recently the plans to move into The New Avengers Compound had been put on hold when their infertility was announced. Wanting to stay and help them through tough times Tony quietly completed the compound and moved some agents there but paused the moving of the whole team until he was sure they were ready. Steve and Bucky only found this out because they over heard Bruce and Tony talking about the compound the two them told the truth. Everyone knew it would upset (y/n) to know she was holding everyone back so they all agreed not to tell her. 

Another secret hidden from (Y/n) was they weren’t actually shopping for a house. Steve and Bucky had bought some land close to the compound and were planning on building a house with the help of Tony. Looking at houses was just a ruse to get her to find out and show them what she wanted in her dream home. They were just about done planning when other things took over. But surely the plans were still in tacked although in need of a little change as Ash was now in the picture, and they were definetly going to get her incorporate her opinions and likes. 

“wait, what’s on the agenda? I’ve been spacing out all week.” Bucky motions to his head “ Nothing but sex up here” Steve chuckled. 

“we were talking about getting a house, which you already know. And we were also talking about... contacting Dr Tsunade. Not actually trying again just talking and looking at our options. It’s definetly took soon to be trying again, right? so we look at other options and see-” Steve began to ramble more as he became nervous and just trying to explain himself and what he was saying. 

“Okay” Bucky said interrupting Steve’s rambling. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Bucky chuckled “ I don’t mind us looking a options. I mean some methods take a long time to go through and process and what not. So, it’s good we’re looking now we can dedicate more time to it.”

“Really?” Steve asked they could see how excited he was although he was trying to keep it together

“Yeah, Steve I’d like to have a baby with you and (y/n). I’m ready to change diapers”

“Are you really?”

“No, I have no idea how to change a diaper.”

“we can work on that I’m sure” Steve said as he cupped his face giving him a kiss “I’m- I’m going to go tell (Y/n). I - Thank you” 

And with that Steve took off down the street back to the tower. 

“huh” Sam huffed as he watched Steve take off “so, another baby?” Bucky looked at him confused. “ Ash?” and now he understood.

But the things is he , nor did (Y/n) or Steve, consider Ash to be a baby. Ash was already in her late teen arriving while she did need to be educated some what  on the world and social norms she did not need to be babied or raised. She was their child, yes, but she was not their baby. 

“Ash isn’t a baby” 

“She’s your kid”

“yeah, but she’s not our baby. She’s never been our baby. She’s never been a baby honestly. She is our child, I love her. But she’s not a baby”

“And you guys want a baby”

“No, I don’t care actually. Any child would do but I hightly doubt anyone in their right mind would let us adopt or foster. I’d like to have a child I know we can keep and can’t be taken away best way to do that is make your own. At least that’s how I feel about the situation.” Bucky explained and honestly that was a good enough answer with Sam. Plus he could see that the line of conservation was making him a bit uncomfortable as he explained himself fearing that he wouldn’t understand and would judge him. But Sam understood some what and wouldn’t judge, he never judged. 

“Don’t worry about it man. I’ll teach you how to change a diaper” Sam said Patting him on the back. 

“No, I feel like you’ll teach me the wrong way. Or just enjoy watching me struggle” 

“I mean...Yeah I would” they both laughed.

-

Sam and Bucky ended up doing a light jog on the way back talking a bit more. They parted ways in the lobby with plans to go out for drinks next Friday. 

“Honeys I’m home” Bucky said more quietly to himself as he dropped his keys on the table.” why hello my beloved, how was your run? It was great darling thanks for asking.”

He made his way to the bedroom where he heard Steve in the shower and saw (Y/n) laid up in bed. She was laying on her stomach blanket covering her waist she was very clearly naked. Looking at the bathroom door then back at his glorious wife. He thought for a moment then he made a decision. 

Slowly pulling down her blanket revealing beautifully nude skin. She had one leg out and one bent Perfect position for what Bucky had planned. Crawling in between her legs kissing her through her lace panties he could feel how wet she was through her panties. He dragged his tongue over her panties tasting a bit of wetness that wasn't quite hers. Pulling out his pocket knife , which he always carried, he cut off her panties tossing th torn fabric over his shoulder while making the silent promise of buying her more. Spreading her folds with his fingers he restraint him moans as he watched cum leak out of her pussy.

"Stevie wanted to have some fun" (y/n) said but did not move.

"Looks like he had fun but forgot to clean up his mess. Don't worry I'll clean up after him" spreading her fold he licked up her slit (Y/n) arched her back pushing herself into his mouth. She moaned as he slipped his tongue into her entrance. Using his tongue partnered with his fingers he took as much of Steve’s cum as he could.

He moaned as he taste Steve’s cum inside of her. Slurping and sucking as much as he can. It was an amazing combination of the both of them. It was different from tasting one then moving to taste the other or even sharing, this was them together. And it had him wanting more. 

(Y/n) moaned out as he felt him curl his fingers inside of her dragging them across her G-spot. And shook as his tongue licked at her clit. She began to rocket her hips against his face grinding herself on to his tongue and fingers. Her breathing becoming heavier. Using his metal arm he pinned down her hips so he could enjoy his meal. 

As (Y/n)’s legs began to shake Bucky listened to her muffled moans. Muffled? Pulling back Bucky looked up to find her being muffled by Steve’s kisses. He had no idea when Steve got out the shower or when he slipped into bed and began kissing (Y/n). But one thing he did know was that towel wasn’t hiding anything. 

Pulling out his fingers from (y/n), she let out a whine but he face her clit a few kisses to settle down, he reached forward sliding his hand up Steve’s thigh grabbing his pretty cock and squeezing. Steve hissed and whined “You left a mess, why?” 

“I...I-ah” 

“speak”

“I was just- Just- she was keeping me warm and then I-I just got side tracked. I’m sorry” 

“Side tracked” Bucky said as he slowly began to stroke his cock “ You left mess. Left your filthy cum inside of her and I had to clean it up that’s ...that’s not fair. So I'm going to make it fair. I’m going to make a mess of her and then make you clean it up. How does that sound?”

Steve whined and nodded his head Bucky shook his head “nah baby I need to hear you”

“Yes, yes, please god yes” Steve moaned as he started to thrust up into Bucky’s hand. 

Bucky could see it now that Steve was on the edge. Thinking about it he probably had some fun in the shower by himself before he came out. As Bucky stroked him in to with his thrust (y/n) joined him in pleasuring Steve and started fondling his balls Steve moan and his thrust stuttered. “ I-I’m closing, fuck I’m close”  he was right on the edge he was right there. 

Ring Ring Ring Ring 

Until his phone started ringing. Steve groaned “ Let it ring” (y/n) demanded as she squeezed his balls. 

“I can’t , I can’t” Steve whined as he tried with no heart to push their hands away “ It’s Sarah” 

And they stopped immediately. 

“Dude” Bucky said “... did you really just say another woman’s name while we were giving you a hand job.”

“...I’m sorry” 

“Today no dick for you”

“or pussy” (Y/n) joined. Snatching Steve’s towel from him wrapping it around herself and marching to the bathroom. With a shake of his head Bucky followed. 

“I’m sorry.... I love you” there was a beat before (Y/n) responded “ Sarah too apparently” although Steve knew there was no malicious behind it. 

“She’s our realtor. And a lesbian”

“Excuse” Bucky shouted Steve could hear his amusement. Rolling his eyes Steve answer the phone. 

-

Bucky and (Y/n) were very serious about the no sex as after his phone call was up he found them fooling around in the shower and decided to try and join them. Key word ‘try’ he was quickly banned and kicked out. 

That is why he now found himself hours later alone in his office drowning in land/home ownership paper work with a hard on.

The conversation with Sarah had gone well as she had found and emailed the old documents they had recording what they liked and wanted in their future home as well as new ones she had been collecting in their absents. She also offered to take them on another few house tour if they changed their mind on anything as well as her service and connection in finding such things such as an inspectors and consultant. Although they were going to get all that through Pepper to be more secure he appreciated it. He was definetly considering having her work along side whatever architect Pepper found for them as, even though time had passed, she knew them more. 

Now trying to distract himself he was organizing everything into a pile of priorities and things that needed to be handled and talked about first and another pile of less important  things that can be added on later. Honestly it was boring work but it was distracting enough. 

Knew he should also be calling Dr. Tsunade but he couldn’t bring himself to make that phone call. Fortunately for him the Doc was much better with keeping in touch and looking through his email he found that the doctor had been sending message keeping them updated on possible treatment that could help them. Steve hadn’t open more than one emails and there were over 30 very detailed messages as he could tell. 

Everything at the tip of his fingers yet he could bring him self to lift one. Fear was an astonishing restraint. 

“You’ve been staring at the computer for a while” Bucky said announcing his presences. He had been leaning against the door watching Steve for the last five minutes. “ You good?” 

“Y-yeah, i’m fine”

“I didn’t thinking denying you would have still effect” Bucky said as he approached him leaning on his desk next to him.

“no, that’s... that’s not. I mean” after a moment silences Steve took a deep breath “I’ve been working up the courage to open up these emails from Dr. Tsunade. Since our last talk she’s been emailing stuff to help us, different methods, surgeries, and what not we could uses... I guess talking about it and doing it are two different things.”

“why are you doing this by yourself?”  Bucky asked as he spun Steve’s chair so he was facing him. 

“I figure if I did it would be easier quicker. I don’t want to bother you and (y/n) with this. You’ve been through enough.I don’t want to open up old wounds unless we can handle it. I thought I could just... do it, ya know. Or at least start the talks.” 

“Steve” Bucky kneels in front of him “ isn’t that the point of our marriage? Doing stuff like this together. Having a team to handle all the hard stuff. Why start talking about this stuff together if we can’t do this stuff together?”

“I don’t know I just-” Bucky reached forward cupping Steve’s cheek 

“You want to protect us Steve. Thank you” he kisses his forehead “ But you can’t protect us from this and we don’t want you to. We can handle this  together, with you.”

“I don’t deserve you”

“I think it’s the other way around pal”

“never” turning to his hand Steve kissed his palm. Bucky pulled him down for a heated kiss. Steve pulled away as Bucky started unbuckling his pants. “ I thought you said-” 

“I said no dick for you not no dick for me. Plus I have this stronger urge to put something in my mouth, why not you” Bucky chuckled as Steve’s head dropped back he pulled out his cock and began stroking him lightly. He kissed and lick his tip.  Steve hissed and flinched as Bucky squeezed him. 

“look at me” Bucky said as he slowly took him into his mouth making eye contact with Steve the entire time. He moaned as he watched Bucky take all of him slowly sucking him into his mouth until he hit the back of his throat. He swallowed around him he hollowed out his cheeks and he sucked and pulled off of him slowly all while maintaining eye contact with Steve. He did this several times to the point where Steve was literally shaking now. 

“Bucky... Baby, I-I’m-”

Knock Knock 

“Steve?” 

Bucky pulled off.

Steve went to response Bucky slapped his thigh. With a smirk he crawled under his desk and put his finger to his lips and a shhh manner. 

“come in” 

“Hi” (Y/n) said poking her head in “whatcha doin?”

“Hey, just looking at some documents. Mainly house stuff”

Stepping in to his office she takes a seat in one of the chair in front of his desk “ Like what?” she ask with a curious gaze at this moment Bucky decided to be an ass, naturally, and started licking the tip of his dick. 

“ah-ah um I... I was looking at our old documents and-and some new stuff she added on when we weren’t looking.” Pressing a few button on his desktop Steve turned the screen towards her showing her the list of houses close to her liking that were still available. 

“oh these are cute” she said as she began scrolling through the list of houses and properties. Steve bit fist and gripped the edge of his desk as Bucky took him in his mouth his tongue licking the underside of his cock. “Steve? are you okay?”

Steve nods not trusting his own voice as Bucky began to swallow around him. Reaching underneath the desk he laced his fingers in Bucky’s hair and pushing him down.  

“Steve?” (Y/n) reached for his arm taking his hand away from his face. “ You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Steve nodded as he clenched his jaw. To be honest he wasn’t listening more focused on Bucky’s mouth and tongue on his cock. He had to stop himself from moaning out loud as Bucky dragged his teeth along the length of his cock. Bucky could feel how close Steve was as began to twitch in his mouth and his legs began to shake. Moving closer forcing more of himself inside Bucky’s mouth. 

“Steve” (Y/n) reached forward touching his face tracing his lips with her thumbs his lips parted. He held his breath. Standing up she leans across his desk. “We’ve been together for a long time, right?”

“yeah-yes” he say breathlessly 

“So I think at this point of our relationship I should know all about you” Placing a hand under his chin she tilts his head back before grabbing his throat. She grazes her lips against his as she squeezes his throat. 

“That would include...”

Steve had no doubt that she had caught on to what was happening underneath the desk if the suffocating lust that she air had anything to show for it. It was all too much the feeling of Bucky’s mouth, lips wrapped around his cock, tongue dragging along the veins on the underside of his cock, his hands tugging at his balls , all topped off with the taste of (Y/n) breath. It was all too much.

“the face you make when you’re about to cum”

As if on command Steve cums immediately spilling himself into Bucky’s mouth. (Y/n) took to swallowing his moans as Bucky to suck and swallow around him until he had nothing left to give. 

Pulling away from (Y/n) kiss and pushed away from the desk. Coming out Bucky stood up with all the swagger in the world and wiped his mouth. 

“Hey” he said as he went around the desk and kissed (Y/n) she giggled “ Hi”

“So when you figure it out?” He asked 

“Right when I walked in. Like I said I know the faces he makes. He was definetly on the edge when I came in.”

Steve groaned and covered his face. 

[navalcriminalimagines]

Hi!! It's me AGAIN! 😝 May I request "OH, you're jealous!" with Gibbs? I love jealous Gibbs so much!! 🤭👀❤️

I love writing jealous!Gibbs!! Thank you for your request! This took an unexpected turn, I hope you'll like it! 👀❤️

Warnings: smut, dom!Gibbs, blowjob

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

Oh, you're jealous

You met Leroy Jethro Gibbs a couple of years ago. You had just started as an FBI Agent, and you were Tobias Fornell's partner. The case with NCIS was your first interagencies encounter, and not on your life would you have thought about meeting the most amazing man.

But you did and you spent the next year hoping something would happen with him. Every time you heard about NCIS through a case, you made sure to be involved. It's only after Diane's wedding with Victor that things finally took the turn you were waiting for.

Tobias had a hard time seeing his ex-wife and mother of his daughter getting married again, especially after he learnt that she had cheated on him with that Victor. After the wedding, you invited him for drinks but he told you he already planned on getting at Gibbs's house and he told you to join.

You did, and by the end of the night, Gibbs and you were making out in his basement while Tobias had passed out upstairs on the couch.

That was a year ago and since then, your relationship with Gibbs has been amazing. Unfortunately, you don't see each other as much as you'd liked to. You're both committed to your jobs and you knew about your boyfriend's past. You don't want to pressure him into anything, it may scare him away.

There are actually good sides of not seeing each other much; when you and Gibbs manage to get together, you just enjoy one another's company and there are no fights. What would you two argue about anyway?

You can't say you and him are clearly dating, since you never used that word and actually, you never talked about what the relationship is and where it's going. Eventually, you'll have the talk, but not for now. You don't want to ruin it by asking it to be serious or planning a future.

Finally, a new joined case came in. Gibbs called Tobias and quickly, you two were driving to the NCIS headquarters.

Of course, Gibbs's team doesn't know anything about whatever is going on between you two. To be fair, Tobias was suspicious, but you - or Gibbs - never told him anything.

When you arrive in the bullpen, you can see Tony DiNozzo's face lighten up. He greets you with a huge smile, clearly avoiding Tobias. "Y/N, it's nice to see you again! This case just became very interesting," he winks at you and you chuckle. Tony has been very flirty with you for the beginning, and if you hadn't had a crush on Gibbs at the very first second, you probably would've hooked up with the Very Special Agent.

"Nice to see you too, Tony. I like working with you, guys," you smile and your eyes finally settle on your 'boyfriend', sitting at his desk, already talking with Tobias. He doesn't greet you at all, instead he just asks his team to do a sit-rep.

As you're staring at the screen and listening to McGee, you can feel Tony's body on your left and Gibbs's on your right. Gibbs's fingers are gently brushing yours and you can feel shivers running down your spin.

"You cold, Y/N?" Tony whispers in your ear. "Want my sweater?" he offers and before he knows it, a hand slaps the back of his head. "I'm just being nice, boss," he complains. Boss doesn't answer.

Tim finishes the sit-rep, and orders are given. Of course, Gibbs asks you to be with him and the two of you are on your way down to Autopsy. As soon as the elevator's doors close, Gibbs's mouth is all over you.

"Hey," he finally greets you.

"Took you long enough," you say between two kisses. He smiles against your mouth, ready to kiss you one more time but the ride is over and the doors open.

After that stop in Autopsy, Ziva tells Gibbs that the BOLO they sent gave results and they need to get going. He tells her to go with Fornell. As you need to check a few things in the FBI database, you settle at an empty desk with your laptop and get into work.

Quickly, you notice someone putting a coffee next to you, "Latte, two sugars, am I right?" Tony asks.

"Wow, no one brings me my coffee at the FBI. I'm gonna need Fornell to steal you," you smile at the Agent.

"I'd rather have you joining us. I'm sure Gibbs would be okay," he says. "Although, if I break rule 12 again, I'm a dead man,"

"Wait!" you think for a moment, "Rule 12 is--never date a coworker, right?" Tony nods. "Very presumptuous of you, Tony DiNozzo," you grin at him.

Not that you enjoy flirting with DiNozzo - even if it feels nice that a handsome man like him is hitting on you - but you can see Gibbs's pissed off face in the corner of your eye and you do enjoy that. "Well," as he's practically sitting on 'your' desk, Tony leans over you and whispers, so no one can hear, "You're pretty, I'm pretty. We can make pretty good things together, don't you think?"

You only have time to softly laugh, since Gibbs got up and headslaps DiNozzo again. "Quit flirting at work, got it, boss,"

You watch Gibbs walking to the elevator while Tony puts his hair back in place, "We'll continue this tonight, if you want to join us? We're celebrating Ziva's citizenship at a bar,"

"I'd love that,"

Gibbs comes back half an hour later with a fresh coffee. You can see on his face he’s clearly pissed but you decide not to do anything about it for now.

* * * * *

The rest of the day went smoothly. There was no big breakthrough in the case, for a moment you thought that the celebration might be canceled. But to everyone’s surprise, Gibbs and Fornell decide to call it a night. “We won’t be able to get anything done before tomorrow morning anyway,” Fornell says.

The NCIS team didn’t need much to start packing their things. As you’re putting your laptop in your bag, Abby, Jimmy and Ducky appear in the bullpen, “Celebration night!” Abby exclaims, “Gibbs, Fornell, you’re joining?”

“What are we celebrating?” Your boss asks.

“Ziva David, being officially a citizen of the United States of America!” Jimmy explains, wrapping his arm around Ziva’s shoulders.

Fornell looks over his shoulder, down to Gibbs. “You going?”

“Pass,”

Then, Fornell puts his eyes on you, “You?”

“Yup, Tony offered me to join. If anyone minds,”

“Of course not!” Abby happily grabs your arm and walks you to the elevator. You don’t have time to give one last look at Gibbs, as you’re all taking off to the bar.

Only Fornell and Gibbs remain in the bullpen. “You sure you don’t want to keep an eye on DiNozzo?” Fornell teases his best friend.

“Fornell, if you want to go, just--leave,”

“Fine, I’ll protect her myself,” he says, “Unless I get too drunk and don’t see them sneaking out to the bathroom,”

Gibbs growls before standing up, “I hate you,”

* * * * *

At the bar, you and the team got into a booth in the back. Of course, Tony made sure to be right next to you and Abby was on your other side. You all ordered your drinks and when the waiter brought them, you toasted, “To Ziva!” everyone says.

You have barely swallowed the first sip of the Champagne when you see Gibbs and Fornell entering the bar. Abby sees them too and calls their names. “I don’t know what you told him, Fornell, but I’m so glad to convince him to come,” Ziva confesses. It really means a lot to her that all of her team - her other family - is here to celebrate.

Even if he joined, Gibbs is being himself and doesn’t talk much with anyone, except some quick exchanges with Ducky. He’s sitting across the table from you, and you can see his eyes darkening as Tony whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle. He drinks his second bourbon in one swallow and goes to the counter to order another one. You excuse yourself to Tony, and join Gibbs.

“You okay?” you ask him, innocently.

“Perfect,” he mutters.

“Wanna spend the night at my place, tonight?” you whisper in his ears, gently nipping his lobe.

“Why don’t you ask DiNozzo?” he answers.

"Oh, you're jealous!" you exclaim with a chuckle, as the bartender puts the glass in front of Gibbs. His hand grips on the glass hard, his knuckles are turning white.

“Why would I be jealous? We’re not dating,”

This sends you off, you bit your bottom lip to avoid shouting in the middle of a bar. You take one deep breath to remain calm and answer, “Of course. I wonder what you’ve been doing for the past year, if not dating,”

Even with the dim light, Gibbs can see your cheeks turning red from anger. He shouldn’t have said this, because obviously, he has strong and deep feelings for you, but he hates to admit that he’s indeed...jealous. “Maybe I’ll indeed ask DiNozzo. Or maybe I’ll ask a stranger. Or--Or maybe, I’ll ask DiNozzo and a stranger,”

You’re about to leave him here when he grabs your wrist, ever so gently. You can see that his face had softened a bit. Then his hand moves from your wrist to your hand and his fingers intertwine with yours. Gibbs starts to walk away, taking you with him. He doesn’t say a word until he reaches his car. He opens the door for you, “Are we really sneaking out?” you ask.

“Just get in,” he orders, along with smack on your ass.

This gesture sends something right down to your core. You smile and get in his truck, shortly followed by him.

The parking lot is dark, the car is only facing trees and bushes. But you don’t have time to overthink what’s going on, as Gibbs’s lips crash on yours. He immediately asks for access with his tongue, which you happily grant him. One of his hands gets under your top, feeling your skin under his fingers. It keeps getting higher, until he cups one of your breasts and squeezes. You moan in his mouth, and your nails scratch on his scalp. He growls at the feeling, and quickly grabs your hips to make you sit on his lap. “You seriously want to do this in the car?” you ask, but it seems obvious as you can feel him getting hard.

“I want you to make yourself forgiven,”

His blue eyes are dark with lust. You know exactly what that means. You haven’t experienced the dominant side of Gibbs yet and god, is it turning you on. You can feel yourself getting soaking wet in your panties. You approach your lips to his to kiss him again but he only lets them brush. “Your mouth should be busy somewhere else,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” you agree and work on his belt.

You don’t know if he’s ever done something like this before, but his painful erection lets you know how turned on he is. You give him a few strokes, feeling some precum on your hand. He groans under your touch and then, you bend your head over to lick the head of his cock, tasting him. “Fuck!” he mutters. You play with the head for a moment before taking him inside your mouth.

As you blow him, Gibbs has one arm stretching over the seat and his other hand is settled in the back of your neck, guiding you. You can feel him grabbing your hair into his fist from time to time. “You’re so good at this, sweetheart,” he praises you and you hum in response, with his cock still inside your mouth. It sends shivers down his spine, and he bucks his hips, making his length go as deep as possible inside your throat. When he hits the back of your throat, Gibbs lets out such a huge moan, people in the bar may have heard him.

“Who does this mouth belong to?”

You relish him briefly, “You.” you answer.

“Good girl,” he growls. “Now, make me cum in that pretty mouth of yours,”

You go back to your oral ministrations and quickly, Gibbs is coming inside your mouth, shooting his load inside your throat, as your name leaves his lips in the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard. You couldn’t be any more turned on at this very moment. As he’s catching his breath, you make a big show of swallowing every drop of him.

Finally, he grabs the back of your neck a bit roughly to make you kiss him. He can taste himself on you and from the sound you’re making, he understands that you love that side of him. “I’m not done with you,” he says, brushing his lips against yours. “We’re going back inside, like nothing happened, but if you keep flirting with DiNozzo, or anyone else, I’ll deny you for such a long moment, you’ll beg me to shot you,”

You may be crazy, but this makes you want to piss him off a little more.

[theladyofdeath]

The Viscount Who Loved Me {Fifteen}

TVWLM Masterlist

An A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction, inspired by the first 2 seasons of Bridgerton.

Written alongside @snelbz

Ships: Nesta x Cassian x Elain - Feyre x Rhysand - Elain x Azriel x Gwyn

Summary: (see TVWLM masterlist!)

A/N: Thank you for reading! From now until the end, I'll be posting a chapter every night at 7pm EST! x

Tag list is at the end. If you’d like to be added, please comment below or submit an ask. :)

My dearest readers,

Have you heard that a certain baron has been attending the Velaris Art Academy? He must truly be avoiding the social season if he has taken such lengths to distract himself. Who would want to paint when they could be finding a wife?

I will never understand.

The Suriel

Gwyn laid across the chaise in a perfect pose, one hand draped across her abdomen, the other resting above her head. She looked just beyond Azriel, above his shoulder into nothingness.

He drew her, eyes flicking up every few seconds to memorize another inch of her, but it was going horribly wrong.

His mind wasn’t in it, nor was his heart. He was far too distracted, and she could tell.

“Why do I have the feeling only half of you is present?” She asked, a lovely thin brow arched.

Azriel sighed, dropping the charcoal in his hand before pinching his brow. “It’s been a…long few weeks.”

“Does this have to do with the girl you’re in love with?” She asked, eyes alight.

Azriel’s gaze snapped to hers and he frowned. “Are you known for putting yourself into other peoples business?”

Gwyn thought about it for a moment. “Perhaps us poor folk are not as shy and timid in our conversation as those of you with wealth.”

Only Gwyn could make him feel inferior for having money. He didn’t disagree though. It wasn’t that he wasn’t thankful for his full coffers, but there was something to say for not worrying about what others thought of you. Of not worrying about your status or reputation.

There was a reason he hadn’t denied his feelings for Elain to Gwyn when she’d brought them up. She was the only person he could admit that he may be thinking he even had feelings for Elain. If anyone in the ton found out?

Forget the scandal of Rhys and Nesta refusing to marry. Forget Elain’s broken heart after that prick married another young lady.

A young man lusting after his own brother’s bride-to-be might be the most salacious gossip the ton of Velaris had ever heard.

Which is why it had to stay a secret from them.

“They announced their engagement,” he said, at last. “My brother and…the lady in question.”

Gwyn looked at him for a moment and he knew her intrigue was genuine. She sat up, forgetting her pose entirely. “And how do you feel about that?”

Azriel’s first instinct was to snap at her. Sharing his feelings was not something that Azriel felt passionately about. In fact, his inner soul was his own and he hated letting others near it. Yet, he enjoyed talking with Gwyn, enjoyed her company. She had become a good friend, surprisingly enough. 

“I am angry,” he confessed, quietly. “And I have no reason to be, so I feel guilty for that anger.”

Gwyn nodded as if she completely understood. “You should feel no guilt for how you feel about this woman. Love knows no bounds. The heart wants what it wants, and there should be no shame in that.”

Azriel scoffed, not because he did not absorb her words, but because she simply did not understand the ways of the ton. “If others were to find out about how I feel for Elain—“

He caught her name the moment it slipped his mouth but Gwyn did not even blink an eye. She continued to watch him, continued to listen.

“It would cause scandal,” he finished, staring at his unfinished drawing.

“And do you care?” She asked, head cocked to the side. “If you are the center of scandal?”

“No,” he confessed, “but I care if she and Cassian are.”

“You care for both of them,” she said, though he would have thought that was obvious.

“Of course, I do.” He raked a hand through his hair, not caring if he smeared charcoal along his forehead or in his hair. “Cassian may not be blood, but he’s my brother, no less. And Elain…” Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head. “If you knew Elain you’d understand. She was…so withdrawn at the beginning of the season, ashamed of the way her last season had ended.” As he stared at the paint-splattered wood floor beneath him, it occurred to him that Gwyn likely knew none of the background regarding Elain’s failed debut into society. He wasn’t going to explain that now, not when it wasn’t even his story to tell. “She had finally started to open herself again, to blossom and show the world just how beautiful and kind and selfless she is. I had thought that maybe, I was…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Gwyn’s nimble fingers were suddenly beneath his chin. He hadn’t even heard her stand, but suddenly she was before him and was tipping his face up to look into her own. “You thought that maybe you were the reason she’d bloomed.”

How did she see through him so easily?

“It was a foolish thought,” Azriel said, quietly.

Gwyn shook her head, her hand falling from his chin. “I have not known you for very long, Azriel, but I know who you are, your spirit. You must see yourself in a better light, for that is what you deserve.”

Azriel blinked, thrown off by her statement, her compliment. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just continued to stare before he said, “You moved from your position. It took me twenty minutes to get you in the right spot.”

Gwyn’s face lit up as she laughed. With a shake of her head, she walked back to the chaise and attempted to get back into position. “You’re too serious, my lord.”

She crooned the last words and Azriel snorted as he rolled his eyes. “Do not call me that.”

Her grin widened and he chastised her. His subject did not smile.

The second her face fell into neutralness and Azriel put the tip of his charcoal to paper, she said, “You need a distraction.”

He was lucky he hadn’t lifted the heel of his hand, otherwise the piece would have been ruined. “A distraction?”

She hummed in confirmation, which Azriel assumed meant she would have nodded, had the angle of her head not been exactly where he wanted it. It also meant she wasn’t going to elaborate, not without some coaxing from him.

The initial shock of her words gone, he let his eyes drop back to his piece as he started to sketch again. “What kind of distraction?”

It was a stupid question, he knew exactly what kind of distraction she offered, but…he hadn’t expected it. Many of the female students were more than willing to pose for their male counterparts, as Gwyn did. They often stripped down to nothing, letting themselves be put into positions that could be considered quite compromising, but loving every second of it. It was a type of freedom that Azriel, as a man, would never understand.

But never Gwyn. She would pose for him and a few others he knew, but never nude. He’d never asked, had never thought to, with his head so wrapped around Elain.

There was a glint in her teal eyes that Azriel could see from across the room and she shrugged, her body falling right back into place and staying there.

The room filled with comfortable silence as he drew Gwyn, far more invested than he’d been minutes before, as he let the thoughts of the damn ton and his expectations leave his head.

Maybe a distraction was just what he needed.

<.>

Rhysand was alone.

He had rarely been alone lately and he had to admit that he did not like it much. Azriel was at the academy and Cassian was off getting fitted for his wedding jacket. He still couldn’t believe the bastard was getting married.

Marriage.

He thought of the word more often these days, thought about the vow he made to his father, that he would not pass down that horrid man’s name, that the Lunasa family name would die with Rhysand.

It was a vow he stood by.

Yet, that vow had grown more difficult to keep in recent days. 

There was not a moment that went by that he was not thinking of Feyre. Her smile, her scent, the way she kissed him, the sounds she made while he pleasured her…it all consumed his thoughts. There had never been a woman so tempting to keep as her.

Rhysand had been with women before. Not only those down by the docks, but ladies of the ton, as well. There was a time when the Queen had made it her personal mission to marry off Rhysand, but he never did. None of them ever made him feel a thing.

Until Feyre.

A vow that he’d made almost ten years ago was falling to shreds in just a matter of months.

Or that may have just been his resolve as Feyre dug herself deeper and deeper into his skin. With every kiss, with every touch, with every breath they shared, he was becoming weaker, had begun to imagine things he had no place imagining.

Was she a morning person or did she prefer to be up with the stars, like him? How many spoons of sugar did she take in her tea? Did she sleep on the right or the left side of the bed?

Something told him she was the type to sleep in the middle and spread out until she was comfortable.

If he wasn’t careful, he wasn’t going to just let her beneath his skin, she was going to burrow into his soul, into heart.

Which was something he absolutely could not allow.

Even if it was already happening.

With a curse he pushed away the stack of papers on his desk that he should have been going through, but wasn’t.

He wasn’t being fair to her, he knew that, and he hated himself for it. She needed a husband, it was what she wanted and what she was looking for, even if she had recently convinced herself otherwise. Just because she didn’t want to marry the prince did not mean that she did not want to marry, ever.

There were plenty of times when he told himself that he should leave her alone but he just couldn’t. She called to him, and he could not deny her of anything. She had consumed him, body and soul, and he would happily let her consume him until the day that she no longer looked his way.

But it wasn’t fair.

None of it was fair.

It wasn’t fair that Rhysand could not marry.

It wasn’t fair that he could not have children.

It wasn’t fair that he had found a woman that he could see himself with and knew that the time they spent together was slowly ticking away.

Their little charade had become far too real and he had no idea when that had taken place. As much as he wanted to say that it was the night in the theater, he was fairly sure he was long gone by then. If he hadn’t been, he never would have made such a selfish request, for her to meet him, for her to have given herself to him.

A chill ran down Rhysand’s spine as he repeated his own words in his head. It wasn’t as if they were a sudden realization, but it was the first time he’d considered the implications and consequences of what they’d done.

Feyre had given herself to him, given all of herself, without a second thought. Her virginity, her maidenhead, her innocence. The most prized and protected thing a young lady of high society possessed, especially the Diamond, and he had taken it from her.

He’d ruined her.

He prayed that whoever she ended up marrying one day wasn't one of the pretentious bastards who brought a physician in to check the legitimacy of her virtue. Usually, those were the old men who were looking for something young and pretty to breed and pop out an heir, and the thought of Feyre ending up shackled to one of those pricks…

It suddenly occurred to him that it wasn’t just the thought of Feyre marrying some old, decrepit lord with one foot in the grave that ignited a brewing storm in his belly. It was the thought of her marrying anyone.

The claim he felt he had over her was wrong on so many levels, not just that he wouldn’t marry and he knew he was playing with her heart at this point.

He was playing with his own as well.

<.>

Nesta sat outside on the patio in the dark, looking up at the stars. She had no idea how long she’d been out there, had no idea if it had been minutes or hours.

But there she was, thinking of the ball two nights before.

She had almost kissed him.

She had wanted to kiss him.

Had wanted to do far more.

Now, she was racked with guilt. Feyre and her had not spoken after she had walked in on them, not really. She had told Nesta she would not tell a soul, but that’s all the conversation consisted of.

They had not spoken a word to one another since.

She hoped Feyre was telling the truth, that she would keep it to herself. It was no secret that the sisters did not always see eye to eye. In fact, they rarely got along since the death of their mother.

And if Elain were to find out what had conspired between Nesta and Cassian? Nesta would never recover. 

She wasn’t sure if Elain ever would either.

Shame coursed through Nesta as she thought about how she’d avoided Elain since they returned home. She’d feigned a headache in the carriage on the ride home, but there were only so many excuses she could come up with before Elain wondered what was wrong.

The damn burning in her eyes returned and Nesta cursed her stupid emotions as she closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she was powerless to stop them.

The creaking of the door opening behind her had Nesta tucking the robe she was wearing tighter around herself, turning to see—

Feyre froze as she took in Nesta’s seated form. She was wearing a dark cloak, the hood pulled up to hide her face and hair. Her eyes looked around the yard behind their home, but she didn’t see anyone or anything. Hesitantly, she approached her sister. “What are you doing out here?”

Nesta wiped at her face. “I could ask you the same thing.” She tried to infuse the words with her usual bite, but they came out shaky.

Feyre hesitated. “I couldn’t sleep. I was going for a ride.”

Nesta’s brows rose, even though she had snuck a horse out of the stables on multiple occasions. “That’s not very safe, Feyre.”

Feyre’s surprised expression hardened. “Don’t you dare start lecturing me on making good decisions.” 

On any other day, Nesta would have snapped. She would have fought, would have spat. But today, she was emotionally drained, and even she surprised herself when she said, “You’re right.”

Feyre stilled, as if it were the last thing she expected to hear. Perhaps that’s why she walked to where Nesta sat and plopped down beside her. 

After a moment, Feyre asked, “Do you wish to talk about it?”

“About what?” She asked, before she could stop herself.

Feyre’s voice only quieted. “Nesta.”

Another tear slipped down her cheek and Nesta angrily wiped it away. “Nothing happened,” she began, at last, “I need you to know that nothing happened between us.”

Feyre looked skeptical but nodded. “So, what did happen then?”

Nesta couldn’t respond because she had no idea. What had happened? One minute they were spewing hate and the next she was so lost in his gaze that she couldn’t imagine functioning properly again until he had claimed her. 

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, voice low. If Feyre hadn’t been sitting right next to her, she likely wouldn’t have heard her. “He just… He enrages me and— and he infuriates me and when I’m around I lose all sense of myself. He…consumes me.”

There’s a pause. “I understand that.”

Nesta’s eyes find Feyre’s, so much like her own, but also wholly different. Where Nesta’s were often cold and wary, Feyre’s held a fire that she could never quite find in herself. 

The flame currently burning in them was low, but Nesta could feel the intensity, even as they left her and looked back out over the sprawling law, right to the fence and trees beyond. “You feel his presence the moment either of you enter a room. His voice is like the sweetest lullaby you’ve ever heard, but also a call to something inside of you that you never knew existed.” The corners of her lips tilted up in a secret smile. “The barest of touches sends your heart racing and you don’t know how to slow it down or if you even want to try.” Throat bobbing, Feyre tilted her face to the stars. “I understand that.”

Nesta was staring, not only because everything Feyre had said had struck true, but because…she really did understand.

“Where were you going tonight, Feyre?”

It wasn’t accusatory, the question was genuine.

Eyes still on the stars, Feyre replied, “For a ride.”

The words were light, and there was a small smile still on Feyre’s lips, and Nesta decided then that she wouldn’t press. Even as ideas of where her sister was going flooded her mind, she didn’t voice them. 

“But now I am going nowhere,” Feyre continued, and Nesta continued to watch her sister curiously. “Now I am sitting here with you, basking in our secrets.”

Secrets.

Secrets that would stay between them, secrets that no one else would come to know. There was a comfort in that, a comfort in all of this, that Nesta did not have to bear her feelings for Cassian alone. Although nothing would ever come of it, someone else would know of what she felt for him, and she thought for a moment that that would be enough. 

In the moonlight, Feyre took Nesta’s hand and they remained there, staring up at the stars in silence. Nesta found a beautiful sense of peace for the first time in a long time. 

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[erimeows]

For You (NSFW)

Optimus Prime wasn’t good at confrontation; physical, verbal, emotional- none of it. So, as he stood with his digit hovering over your doorbell, he could feel his spark beating in his throat. His anxiety was killing him, and the part of him that was so anxious was tempted to just turn around and walk away.

He could save it for another night, couldn’t he? ...No, he couldn’t. He’d been telling himself another night, just one more night, next week, later for months now. It was time. 

Now or never.

Three, two, one-

With a sharp inhale, Optimus rung your doorbell and wrung his servos together in front of him. He could feel his faceplates burning red with a heavy blush as he waited for you to open the door, but thankfully, he didn’t have to wait for too long.

The door slowly came open, revealing you behind it. You wore a (f/c) robe that was loosely tied, revealing part of the white teddy you wore underneath. It took everything in Optimus to tear his optics away from the beginnings of the chest that he so desperately wanted to bury his faceplates in, but when said optics landed on your face, graced with a sultry smirk and lustful (e/c) eyes, it didn’t help. 

You grabbed his servo with one hand and pulled him far enough inside to shut the door behind him before pushing his back against it- and, of course, he let you. The second you went to lean up and kiss him, though, Optimus shook his head and pulled away. 

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“You say that every time,” You rebutted and rested your hands on his hips, gently massaging circles into the metal plating with your thumbs.

It was true, and he knew that. Every time after the first time you two had met up like this, he’d argued against it, but you always pulled him right back in with your charm. 

“No, I mean it this time,” Optimus stopped you, a bit awkward as he placed a servo on your shoulder and backed himself further up against your door to put some distance between the two of you. He wasn’t ready to do this. He wanted to keep you forever, but it wasn’t fair to you. You deserved better and he needed to tell you the truth. “We need to talk.”

You seemed to know what was coming, so you pulled away and crossed your arms with a huff. Your eyebrows furrowed. 

Honestly? The situation was uncomfortable. Optimus could see the candles lit in your house, smell the perfume of yours flooding into his olfactory sensors, and the lingerie under your robe... You’d assumed he was coming over to interface with you like usual, and as much as he wanted to, he used all of his willpower to resist the urge in favor of watching you storm over to the living room couch. You plopped down onto the corner seat in a dramatic fashion with your arms still crossed. 

“At least come in and sit down here if you’re going to do this to me tonight, Optimus. I’d rather you not do it in my doorway.”

You knew, and he knew. Shaky in his movements, the Autobot locked your front door and walked over to your couch so he could sit next to you. 

Your relationship had always been complicated, to say the least.

It started when him and his team had started battling the Decepticons on earth. With all of the news coverage they received, they were well-known amongst politicians, media outlets, law enforcement, and citizens in Detroit, and the Autobots had not only captured their interests, but yours as well. You were a scientist interested in doing studies on Cybertronian creatures to figure out what they were and how you could apply them and their technology to life on earth. There were plenty in the scientific community who were interested in them, of course, but you were the only one who had written a heartfelt letter about the matter, promising not to do anything too inhumane- the occasional metal sample, recharge studies, strength tests, and so on. 

Then again... You’d included a picture of yourself in your first letter to the base, and that may or may not have been what captured Optimus’s attention initially. But then he met you and allowed you to conduct your experiments with Ratchet as your assistant on base, and not only were you gorgeous, but you were smart, creative, kind, easygoing, loving... You were everything Optimus Prime wished he was. So, even when the experiments stopped and you moved onto your next project, you still came around the base and Optimus still came around your house behind his teammates’ backs. 

‘Why is she still here, Prime? Her study’s over.’

‘Yes, I know, Ratchet. She’s just... Helping me with some things.’

Ratchet commented on it the most, skeptical as always. Bumblebee always asked where he disappeared to in the middle of the night. Prowl was starting to get concerned by how tired Optimus seemed, and Bulkhead was the one who constantly snapped him out of his lovestruck dazes when he got caught up thinking about you.

The first time Optimus Prime made love to you was still a blur. He had developed feelings rather quickly, but it wasn’t until months of building up the courage to make a move that he’d finally done something; shown up to your house in the middle of the night and taken you into his arms the second you opened the door. It had escalated from there with you wrapping your arms back around him and pushing your lips against his, slamming the door shut behind the two of you and tumbling in a pile of warmth and metal onto your living room floor without any regard to how sore you’d be the next morning.

It had turned into a regular occurrence after that. Optimus showed up to your house, showered you in kisses and praise, and the two of you would interface, no matter how hard he tried to resist. And trust me, he tried to resist because he knew in his spark that it wasn’t right.

You’d shared your hopes and dreams and body with him, and he didn’t want to let all of that go, but how could he love what he didn’t deserve in the first place?

He was putting you in danger by being with you, anyway. Being with you was selfish, especially considering that neither of you had dared to say the ‘L’ word or put any sort of label on it. It was just the two of you spending an increasing amount of time together, talking, making love, falling in love when there was a good chance of it failing in the end. And both of you knew. 

“It’s hard for me to come out and say this,” Optimus started. “But I love you, and I know you feel the same way.”

Your reaction was surprisingly restrained. No denying, no deflecting, nothing except for a small nod. You allowed your (e/c) eyes to fall shut and took a deep breath before speaking. 

“I do.”

“It’s remained unspoken for far too long, but part of the reason I haven’t addressed it is because you deserve better,” Optimus reached over and set a servo on your thigh, offering a comforting squeeze, though that seemed to do nothing. You flinched, not even able to look at him for a moment. “I know it hurts, but you’re worth more than this... (y/n), darling-”

“No, you don’t get to tell me that after everything we’ve been through, Optimus,” You hissed, finally gathering the courage to look right at him, (e/c) burning into aquamarine. “Why do we do this to ourselves?”

“I don’t know,” He confessed with a half-hearted shrug. The simple answer was because the two of you loved each other and didn’t want to let go, but the complicated answer was... Well, complicated. “But what I do know is that I don’t want this for you.”

“Then what do you want?” You snapped.

Optimus understood. He had no right to dictate your life, your romantic interest, or anything else about you; you were a strong, intelligent woman with your own hopes and dreams, and unfortunately, he somehow fit into all of that for you. Still, he answered your question honestly.

“I want you to go live a normal life; meet a human, start a family or get married, stay single if you want, even. I don’t want you to get too attached to me and regret it when you start thinking about the little things later down the line... If you stay with me, you’ll always be in danger, we won’t be able to have sparklings of our own, and I could leave you here on earth or die any day now. Is that what you want, (y/n)? You can still leave me-”

“Are you stupid?” You asked, which made him blink.

The Prime hadn’t expected for you to be happy about this, but he hadn’t expected for you to outright insult him either, let alone call him stupid.

“What?”

“Do you think I would’ve done all of this with you without considering the consequences!?” You raised your voice and jerked away from him, holding a hand to cover your chest, offended. Optimus took the hint and pulled his servo away from your thigh to avoid angering you further. 

He crossed his arms in frustration. 

“You know what? Yeah, I do,” He answered. “Because you care about me too much to realize how big of a mistake this is going to be if we go through with it. Let’s say you’ve fully thought this through and don’t care about anything I’ve brought up- even if that’s the case, I’m not good enough for you, (y/n). I’m so large compared to you that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you one of these days, I’m selfish, I’m inconsiderate, I mess everything up at every turn, and Primus, I’m so unattractive-”

“Is that where all of this is coming from?” You asked, suddenly a lot more quiet, and Optimus winced at your tone. “I knew something was up, too; you’ve been keeping the lights off when we have sex and most of the time it feels like you can’t look at me anymore, but I... I thought I’d done something wrong, why couldn’t you have told me earlier that you were feeling like this?”

You were giving him the look; (e/c) eyes peering up at him, full of love and passion and so much more that was burning into his processor to make sure he wouldn’t ever forget it.

“Because I knew you were going to react like this- I knew you were going to look at me like that and tell me I’m wrong about myself, and it’s making it ten times harder to break it off with you, but what I said is final. Being with me is dangerous, you deserve to live a normal life, and I’m not good enough for you-”

Optimus’s self-deprecating rambling was cut off by you throwing yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on as tight as you possibly could. He uncrossed his own, unsure of what to do with them- he didn’t want to hug you back and give you the wrong idea, but he so desperately wanted to feel your warmth on his digits and palms. 

“Shut up! Have you ever thought that facing our problems head on would be better than giving up everything we have?” You argued, pleaded, voice cracking as your tears fell onto his shoulders. “You think that being with me is selfish, but what’s really selfish is you not giving me a chance to make this work! You’re wrong, Optimus-”

“Leave me, (y/n),” Optimus reached forward and caressed your cheek with a servo. The amount of tears he found himself wiping away with his thumb made him frown- was this really for the best? Was he in the wrong here? No, this was exactly why he had to go through with it; whatever hurt came from this point on would be much, much worse if he allowed your relationship to continue. “I know you’re hurting right now, but you’ll thank me later. Cut your losses and leave. Go live a happy life, fall in love again- with a human- and focus on your work.”

“I can’t do it, I’m sorry,” You apologized, only making things worse. The fiery anger that you had expressed initially was fading into something much more melancholy as you hung onto him tighter and buried your face into his neck. “I love you too much. If you really mean everything you said, and you don’t want to be with me, push me away; I’ll leave, and we’ll never talk about it again... If that’s what you really want. Push me away, Optimus.”

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, (y/n), I...” He stopped when he heard you sob into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his metal plating. Part of him knew that if he had to leave earth in the near future, the impact would be more severe on you than this, but he couldn’t see and hear you cry and push you away like you had asked him to. He couldn’t leave you, couldn’t let you go, no matter how much he hated himself for it. “Oh, to hell with it, I can’t do this anymore- So what if it’s selfish?” Before Optimus could stop himself, he found himself moving his servo from your tear-stained cheek to the back of your head, wounding his digits in your (h/l) (h/c) hair and dragging you into him for a heated kiss. You hummed and leaned into it without hesitation. Optimus sighed through his nose when he felt the tension leave both of your bodies, your hands resting on the side of his neck, his spare servo resting on the small of your back to support you and hold you close to him. Your much smaller lips molded into his the best they could, tasting of sugar and a human spice called cinnamon as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip plate. His servo in your hair ran through the locks and wrapped them around his digits to yank at them- heat consumed his body to the point that his cooling fans were already turning on with the feeling of his spike pushing against the constraints of his interface plating. After what felt like forever yet not nearly long enough, you pulled away from Optimus and looked up at him, lips swollen from the intensity of your kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You responded, a little rushed. 

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” You choked out, sniffling and clearing up the remainder of your tears before shedding your robe and kissing his neck, cautious and soft yet needy and desperate. The white teddy contoured your body perfectly, hugging your plump ass and highlighting the shape of your breasts as your nipples perked up against the lacy fabric. Your sides were exposed by the slits cut into the outfit. Optimus found himself drawn to the exposed (s/c) skin instantly, so he rested his servos on your hips and took a deep breath in. You were so small compared to him, too; both of his servos covered the entirety of your waist, back, and stomach when he had them like that, and oh Primus, he could already imagine how you’d look splayed out underneath him with his spike buried in your core. He was sure that if he didn’t open his interface panel in the next few minutes, he was going to burst. “I need this, need you... Optimus.”

The next few minutes were wordless, with Optimus picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom. There were candles lit there, too, and while he was sure that was a fire hazard, he appreciated your attempt to set the atmosphere- even if it had been temporarily squandered by his earlier spiel. So, he shut and locked the door behind him and followed that with gently setting you on the edge of the bed. 

When he kneeled on the floor in front of you, you blinked your (e/c) eyes, (s/c) cheeks lit aflame when he took your hand in one of his and pressed a kiss against your knuckles. And, as he looked up at you, he realized something; maybe he didn’t think he deserved you, but you deserved him if that’s what he wanted, and instead of shoving his own self-deprecating sentiments down your throat, he wanted to try to be more thankful that he had you, wanted to stop worrying about what was ahead and enjoy what he had in the moment. 

“(y/n), I want to tell you everything tonight, I...” Optimus cleared his throat and continued to hold your hand as he leaned up and nuzzled your neck. “I’ve never loved anybot or anyone like I’ve loved you. I don’t think I could live without you; without the mornings I wake up with you and bury my face in your hair, without the feeling of your skin on mine, without seeing how the sunlight pours through the windows and onto your skin when the sun rises and how your lashes flutter against your cheekbones when you wake up-”

“Make love to me,” You cut him off, looking up at him, and oh, how he could see the utter love and adoration in your eyes. He wondered how such a small being was capable of holding so much love for him, but he didn’t dare question it, doing as you’d told him and reaching up to unlace the front of your teddy, the ribbon that kept the two halves of the front together coming untied underneath his nimble fingers within seconds. It fell off of the upper half of your body, revealing rounded shoulders and supple breasts, a soft tummy and feminine hips. You didn’t hesitate to lift yourself off of the bed just enough to pull the rest of the lingerie down your body and kick it across the room. Now, all of you was exposed from head to toe. This was the point at which Optimus would usually get on the bed and pick you up by your waist, pull you over so you could sit on his faceplates, but he was so emotional and pent up at this point that he knew he couldn’t wait that long to be inside you. “Hurry up, please? I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

The Autobot gave you a nod and stood up, so you laid down with your back on the bed and watched him open his interface panels. He couldn’t help but watch your face as he released his spike, already fully pressurized- because no matter how many times the two of you had done this, you always seemed to be taken aback by the sheer size of it, your cheeks glowing red and eyes blown wide with lust in a manner that flattered him. 

You didn’t speak, only gulping and squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. Optimus Prime crawled over you on top of your mattress with his knees on either side of your hips to cage you underneath him. The slit of his spike was already wet with prefluid and lubricant, and he wanted to fuck you so bad, but he knew he had to wait until you were ready.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, before you’d probably even thought of him in such a way, he’d done his own research on human mating rituals to prepare himself for you; enough research to know that human women needed thorough foreplay and preparation to take a human’s spike, let alone a Cybertronian’s, which was usually larger. Due to that, he was always very careful with you, giving you plenty of time and prep before you ever had sex. 

So, as he balanced himself on his knees and pinned your wrists above your head with one servo, he circled two of the digits on his free servo with his glossa to lubricate them and get them ready for you. You spread your shaky legs and moved your hips up, almost as if to tell him to get on with it. Your impatience was evident in the way your body moved, your breaths heavy and a pout of frustration taking over your face.

Unable to help himself, Optimus chuckled at the feeling of you trying to move your hands out of his grip to no avail. It was nice to know that despite what had happened earlier, nothing bad had happened to your usual dynamic- and the sound of you bashfully giggling in return made his spark swell with the love he had for you.

Having had enough with making you wait, the Prime prodded his pointer digit at your entrance and slowly pushed it in. He followed with his middle digit and waited for you to adjust, the both of you letting out a sigh. You were so different than any Cybertronian he’d ever done anything with; piping hot, wet, velvety, and sensitive, he couldn’t help how his spike throbbed at the feeling of you moving your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers as you hummed. With him holding your wrists, you couldn’t move your arms down, but you managed to grip one of the digits that was assisting in holding you down. 

You’d adjusted quickly enough to his fingers, so Optimus began a steady rhythm of pulling them most of the way out before pushing them back in, over and over and over again, getting progressively faster with each push. You rewarded him with your sweet moans in return and tilted your head back with your mouth agape in the depths of your pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” Prime praised you without hesitation and dipped in until he was knuckle deep. That made you say his name especially loud, so he continued doing it, wanting to hear that sound again. “So gorgeous with your face red and eyes half-lidded. I love how you always squeeze one of my fingers during it because your hands are too tiny to fully hold mine; you’re so small I fear breaking you sometimes, but the fact that you still trust me when I’m big enough to crush you like this makes me feel so good.”

“I think your eyes are beautiful,” Surprisingly enough, you praised him back, looking him straight in the optics. “I love it when you look at me when we do it; the face you make is what sends me over the edge, and the noises you make in my ear drive me wild. The way you have so much physical power over me just makes it even more exciting than it already is. It’s like you could do whatever you want to me, any time you want, and I’d let you.”

Your words were rushed but confident, though as soon as you finished, you hid your face in the pillow your head was currently on to stifle a moan at a particularly rough crook of his fingers. 

“Ah, you’re embarrassing me now,” The Autobot murmured, able to feel his normally cool-colored faceplates drowning in a heavy pink blush. You seemed ready enough and he was growing just as impatient as you had been earlier, so Optimus slowly withdrew and positioned himself between your legs with the head of his spike at your entrance. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his tip against your slick folds before teasing your clit, which made you emit a cracked moan. “You’re ready, yes?” You gave a hurried nod and moved to rest your cheek on the cold pillow. “I need to hear it, baby. Use your words.”

“I’m ready, please-” Optimus didn’t wait any longer after that, wanton and revved up, the Autobot sheathed his spike in you in one deep stroke and reveled in the debauched cry of yours that followed. Your pussy enveloped him completely, taut and scorching and slick, so much so that his hips stuttered with the willpower it took him to let you adjust instead of fucking you raw like an animal the way he wanted to. 

“(y/n), my dearest love,” Optimus groaned and pulled back about half away, then pushed back in, only for your heat to pulse and twitch around him. You moved your hips up to meet his and grinded them in a circular motion in what must’ve been an attempt to urge him to get on with it. “Oh, Primus, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to stop that. Tonight is not the night to test my patience, because you feel absolutely delectable right now and it’s taking everything in me not to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk or sit down without feeling my spike in you for weeks.”

“Yeah?” You taunted, voice breathy as you dared to test him by wiggling your hips even more and purposefully clenching down around him. The thread that was the last of his patience snapped at that, so he gripped your wrists even tighter in his servo and used the other to balance himself over you so he wouldn’t crush your body. You only continued your teasing.

“Yeah,” Optimus finally responded to you, his lips pulling into a tight smile to keep himself from making any noises that were too embarrassing. When he regained his composure, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “This is going to get a bit rougher than usual, so don’t say I didn’t try to warn you earlier. You earned this.”

With that, the red and blue bot withdrew until it was just his tip inside you, and then thrusted all the way back in- so hard and deep that he could feel the back of your inner walls. You cried out to him again, your legs trembling as you clenched them together around his hips. Optimus could only smirk- for as teasing and impatient as you’d been earlier, your cocky demeanor was certainly washing away with every rough thrust of his spike, replaced with desperation and heat. 

“Optimus,” Your back arched off the bed as you were split open by his spike, but as much as you tried to move, all you could do was lay there and take it with your arms pinned by Optimus’s servo and your lower body trapped in place by his legs between yours and his spike deep inside of you. “Optimus!”

You looked at him, (e/c) eyes clouded over and rosy lips parted in heavy moans and pants that drove him wild. Just to see how you would look, Optimus pushed his hips into yours particularly hard, feeling his spike twitch at the sight of your eyes rolling back and your lips trembling at the sensation of your upcoming orgasm.

“Say my name, darling,” Optimus leaned forward and nipped at your shoulder as he adjusted his angle so he could slam the head of his blunt, thick spike into your sweet spot and pick up his pace. Your eyes went wide before you squeezed them shut again and yelled out at the sudden change, a sliver of drool falling from in between your lips. “I want to be all you remember for the rest of the night, so say all of it...!”

“Optimus,” You practically sobbed as the Autobot made love to you like there was no tomorrow in store. The sounds of his metal hips slamming against you and your broken moans echoed in the room and drove him closer and closer to the edge. He was already inside you, but he found that he still wanted to be closer, so he found himself making out with you yet again. “Optimus Prime,” His name fell from your tongue and onto his lips in between your passionate kisses with every thrust of his spike into your wet heat in a way that made him shudder. The arm that was holding him over you shook with the strength of his upcoming overload, the hand that was holding your wrists above your head on your pillows squeezing just tight enough to leave red marks on your skin in the shape of his large digits. 

“That’s it, sweetspark, overload for me, won’t you? I can hear you’re getting close, so why don’t you be a good girl and finish for me? You look so beautiful like this, can’t wait to see you cum around my spike, princess,” Optimus egged you on as he felt your pussy flutter around his spike, quickly bringing him closer and closer to his own climax. Thrusting into your soft, small body was so addicting that he didn’t want it to end, but when you gave a broken moan of his name and tensed so hard that he was sure your fingers digging into his fingers left dents in the metal, he couldn’t help it. You came hard around him, squeezing down to keep his spike deep inside of you in a way that triggered his overload. Optimus Prime gave a soft groan when he finally finished, the electricity in his abdomen and spike exploding and making his entire body go numb as he spilled into you. “Fuck, (y/n)-” Optimus slammed his lips into yours one more time, filling you up with his transfluid and giving you a few more weak thrusts. You kissed back, albeit sloppily due to your current blissed out state. Your tongue lazily intermingled with his. The grip on his shoulders loosened, and you pulled away when you felt him depressurize so he could pull out, close his interace panel, and sit next to where you laid on the side of the bed.

When the afterglow faded and you laid down with your back facing him, Optimus usually laid next to you the best he could considering his size and wrapped an arm around you. However, as he remained sitting up, staring at your back and the (h/c) locks that were splayed out upon your pillow, he found tears of lubricant welling up in his eyes- it had never happened to him before, and though he knew Cybertronians were fully capable of it, crying was primarily an organic behavior. The warm light of the candles in your room bringing out the hues of your (s/c) skin and the scent of your shampoo and soap flooding into his olfactory sensors seemed to bring out all of the emotions at once; fear, relief, love, regret, guilt, and everything else that came with loving you. And, as much as he tried to conceal it, the way his voice cracked when he tried to clear his throat gave it away. 

“Optimus? What’s wrong?” You asked, clearly panicked as you turned to face him.

“Nothing, I just-” Optimus stopped and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to cry in front of you, but he figured it was part of learning to be vulnerable, and he was done hiding himself from you. “I love you a lot.”

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t leave me,” Optimus pleaded, letting his guard down for the first time in a long time as he moved to sit on his knees on the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed with your feet planted on the floor, just close enough for him to be able to move between your legs and rest his head on one of your thighs. “Don’t ever leave me, (y/n). I’m so scared I’ll mess this up somehow. What if I hurt you? What if there comes a day that you can’t stand to look at me anymore?”

“You just have to trust yourself,” You murmured. 

“I don’t yet,” The Prime admitted as he sat up again and leaned forward to rest his forehead against the middle of your chest. “But I’ll try to learn how to... For you, (y/n).”

“Do it for you, too, Optimus. You deserve to have a good relationship with yourself.”

You looked down at him, the smile on your face laced with your concern and exhaustion. You softly ran a hand over the top of his head in a clear attempt at comforting him. Though Optimus was hopeful for what was to come despite his earlier worries, he felt guilty that you had to deal with him like this; anxious and soft and unsure of himself.

The Autobot let out a gentle sigh and pressed a kiss against your collarbone. You smelled like vanilla, jasmine, and something uniquely you; all mixed with his own scent, evidence of the entanglement of your two bodies that would remain until you showered in the morning. Your arms still lingered around his neck as you stared down at him. 

It was peaceful, and the second you leaned down to peck his forehead with your kiss-bruised lips, Optimus decided that he’d try his hardest to make it work; for you. 

[urlkssknt]

nanami kento x fem!reader (2.9k)

nsfw!! mdi!!

warnings; unprotected sex, it’s just very soft and vanilla

a/n; this is a scene from a series i might write, i’m not sure if i want to commit to it, please let me know your thoughts, feedback is much appreciated!

The marriage announcement caught you off guard, it felt like someone had thrown you into the deep end of a pool and you didn't know how to swim, drowning slowly in the snarky whispers from the attendants of the party that reached your ear - wasn't he married to Y/n? Poor girl, I wouldn't be able to show my face if I was her. Many eyes around the room turned towards you in anticipation, waiting for some display of anger or a rage-induced outburst. Much to their disappointment, you stood your ground. You wouldn’t let the perfectly crafted mask fall from your face, especially not now, you couldn’t let the woman, who held a leash over your ex, know she caused an effect on you.

From a distance over, Satoru watched you closely through the peripheral of his sharp vision, you leaned further into the dark long haired man standing beside you to whisper something into his ear. Suguru handed you a small rectangular box discreetly. He was equally as shocked as you. Satoru expected Toji to pull a stunt like this, maybe another pregnancy announcement or a business merger. He never expected it to be announced publicly, in a Gojou family setting. Whilst claps of congratulations sounded around the hall, Gojou's cold gaze threw daggers towards your ex-husband, standing beside your parents with a hand on the waist of his fiancée. The sight of gleaming smiles across your parent’s faces made Satoru feel sick to his stomach. The white haired man also took a mental note of the people who seemed genuinely happy for the wretched couple. Those people didn't realise that they had gotten onto Gojou Satoru's bad side and ruined any promising positive relationship with the businessman.

There was a chill in the evening air as you stood on the balcony, you were grateful no one else was outside to witness the devastation on your face, only the night sky being witness to the single teardrop that fell along the expanse of your cheek. The cold air nipped at the bare skin of your arms and neck, raising the fine hairs which run all along your skin. As a thought of regret for not bringing a jacket along with you popped into your mind, you opened the cigarette packet that Suguru handed to you, bringing one up to your lips to rest as you fish for a lighter in your purse, praying that you had one despite having quit the disgusting habit years ago.

The temperature of the chilling air around you rises as a warming presence pressed against your back, you only relax when the familiar scent of rich cologne mixed with cinnamon infiltrates your senses, allowing yourself to melt into the heated hands that run along your naked arms.

"Do you even have a lighter?" Kento questions as you continue to search through your bag, which was so small, the blond was sceptical about it being big enough to fit any necessities.

Peering up through your lashes, your azure eyes narrowed at him as your lips formed into a deep scowl. Kento was right, you didn’t have a lighter, specifically for scenarios like this, where your fingers are itching to grab at the first intoxicant to cloud your mind. Smoking would help calm the stress that scratches the walls of your brain as the tobacco fills your bloodstream.

“Suguru probably has one-“ you mutter under your breath, speaking with the white stick sitting comfortably between your lips before a hand quickly reaches for it and throws the small object off the balcony, out of sight and out of reach. “What the hell-“ there was little time to process the sudden action as your words are cut short with kento’s palms encasing your face to tilt your head slightly and allow him to lower his lips onto yours in a short kiss. The anger that rushed through your veins quickly dissolved, leaving as fast as it was produced.

A small smile creeped along your lips, “maybe I should take up smoking again.”

Kento couldn’t help the chuckle that let up his throat, his eyes crinkling in the same way that the twin’s did. His hands dropped from your face to hold your hips over the silk material, pulling you closer towards him, your breasts pressing against his chest.

“Let's get out of here.”

Earlier, before he followed your footsteps to check on you, Kento felt a strong grip latch on his arm to prevent him from moving further. The culprit was your brother. Satoru held an intimidating aura, his sapphire eyes bearing a look cold enough to pierce skin. The older man whispered short words to Nanami, advising him to take you away from the party, in order to protect you.

As Kento was texting the babysitter he had hired for the night, making sure his kids were safely sleeping in their beds, you were checking in with the two Zen’in girls that were looking after Megumi for the night. Maki and Mai loved spending time with you, when you announced the divorce with their cousin, they were undeniably upset, not because Toji’s heart was broken but it meant they wouldn’t be able to see you as often.

It wasn't as difficult as you thought it might be to locate the hotel room. Thankfully, both of you were in a conscious state of mind, avoiding the sparkling alcoholic beverages being served in crystal flutes. The hand on the curve of your waist held you close to Kento’s embrace. Just from a short glance, any onlooker would be able to know you were his, there was a loving atmosphere surrounding you two which was hard to miss, from the pearly smile painting your glossy lips to the radiant sparkling of gold among the hues of brown. The booked room was found quickly. Anticipation began to bubble in your stomach, you felt excited to spend the night with such a handsome man, again.

All of your hair was pushed to one side on your shoulder, exposing the tender flesh of your neck. A beautiful and plain canvas just waiting to be painted with deep and dark shades of pinks and purples. The plain sight caused a stir in Kento’s mind, he desired to mark you, in a way he knew no one ever would. Acting on impulse, the father of two kissed a spot where your neck met your shoulder so lightly it felt like petals brushing against your skin. A smirk found its home along Kento’s lips when you craned your head to the side, offering more of yourself to him. The innocent kisses progressed into deep bites, a sudden sharp nip against your pulse point causing a gasp to slip into the air. You couldn’t care less if a horrible bruise formed from Kento's lustful ministrations, his scent clouded your mind like a drug, your thoughts swirling into nothing. Your attention was fixated on the hands wandering from their place on your hips to groping your breasts through the silken material of your dress, sending arsoul to pool in your panties.

A deep timbre tone filled your ears, you turned to face the man speaking. “Would you like to know my new favourite colour?” Kento doesn’t wait for your answer, his hands squeeze at your chest again with more pressure, sadly eliciting another gasp from your lips. The corners of Kento's lips turn downwards ever so slightly, he had hoped that his ears would have been graced with a moan. “Sage green.”

The blond guides you to the queen-sized bed, lined with the finest material he had ever seen, Kento didn’t expect anything less from your brother, who handed him the key card. The hotel room was grand, almost as big as his own apartment, which was quite large.

Kento sits himself against the headboard with his suit jacket and tie discarded somewhere on the floor, falling victim to your travelling hands, eager to undress him. The clothing was no longer his concern as you situated yourself in his lap, thick thighs straddling his waist the best you could in the confinement of your dress. “Tonight,” Kento's eyes move from the swells of your breasts, your cleavage in his direct eye line, to meet your gleaming eyes. He was surprised to find his own reflection in them. “I'm yours.” The words felt heavy on his tongue and heart, it felt like he was confessing to you again, proving to himself that it was you that his heart yearns for.

Slowly, you clamber off of the blond man’s lap without voicing your intentions, not missing how his hands reach out to hold onto you for a moment longer, you giggle lightly at the display of clinginess, never expecting such a stoic man to behave like that. It was refreshing. It reassured the persistent whispers in the back of your mind that Kento wanted you like you wanted him. as you stood at the foot of the bed, you kicked off your nude heels, dropping your height by a few inches. A laugh fell upon your ears, Kento was amused, his smile hidden from your eyes behind his palm. However, the light atmosphere shifted when the sound of a zipper filled the room. Swiftly, the dress dropped to the floor from the pull of gravity, leaving you exposed except for the black lace thong, which barely hid anything from his eyes. Kento wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Finally, it was your turn to smirk when your sharp eyes caught the growing tent of Kento's trousers.

Slowly, you crawled along the bedsheets at an agonising pace, it felt like hours before you finally reached your destination. Within an instant, you felt two large palms squeeze at the pudgy skin of your hips. You couldn’t help but press your hands against Kento's chest, fingers running aimlessly as you met his lips, kissing him with such desire, as if you had planned to devour him.

“Do you know what good boys get, Mister Nanami?” you say in a sultry tone, the touches of the small pads of your fingertips tracing unrecognisable shapes along his chest becoming distractive.

The words registered into the blond’s mind, you had previously asked the same question to the three toddlers, in hopes of containing their erratic behaviour in the kitchen. This should have been degrading, yet, despite using the childish question, a rational voice in Kento’s mind screamed at him to just give in for once.

“Rewards,” it was the same answer Sukuna gave you, it was the correct answer. However, Kento's voice only managed to speak just above a breath, finding himself unable to trust his own voice.

“Well done daddy,” you praised him with a sweet kiss, a shiver running up his neck, before making an effort to unbutton the shirt, “treat me nicely and I’ll reward you.”

All the remaining pieces of clothing were thrown off hurriedly, desperate to feel the pure heat of Kento's unbelievably hot body. It stunned you how he was constantly warm, maybe you could make him your personal heater.

Kento couldn’t help but groan loudly as your hips grinded against his dick, coating him with your wetness, he felt himself throbbing against your folds, ever so desperate to fill you to the brim. As if reading his mind, the teasing touches paused as you lined your entrance up with his cock, only after giving the hard member a few pumps with your hand. The broad shoulders of the businessman were used as an anchor, you cling onto him desperately as you sink onto his dick. In the span of a few hours, you had completely forgotten the thickness of kento’s sex, surprising yourself as you struggle to relax yourself to take him in. Wanton moans fell from both parties as you stayed still for a few seconds to get used to the burn from his fat cock stretching you. The hands on your waist squeeze tightly to help Kento ground himself from rutting up into you. Being enveloped with your warm cunt felt too good, especially when the gummy walls clamped around him, you were all he could think about.

Just from the position alone, the soft tissue of nerves which caused you to see stars were grazed upon, you couldn’t stop the moan escaping from your lips. “I could cum like this,” you relish in the feeling of the palms coaxing the movement of your hips and the mouth that latches onto your mound. A sharp nip against your peak leads to you arching into Kento's mouth, desperate for more of his touches. Despite spending the night before together, the pair of you couldn’t get enough of each other. Not when your tits would bounce as you raised your hips and begin a steady rhythm of grinding against Kento’s lap, each slam against his hips hitting a spot that causes your head to spin. The vision of you on top of him, riding his cock like your life depended on it, spurred the coil tightening in the pit of his stomach. The wetness that pooled between your thighs now began to drip down onto the pelvis of the man below you. A mixture of juices squelching and low moans sounded throughout the room. You had no time to feel embarrassed by the pornographic noises as you desperately chased your high.

“You’re making me feel so good angel,” a sense of pride blooms in Kento's chest as he feels you clenching around him from his praise. His hands stretched lower to graze his fingers over your ass, they latched onto you, his nails creating deep crevices in the area that would still be there in the morning.

You could no longer think straight, completely drunk off of Kento's cock, filling you up so well you wished he’d never leave. A numbness started to form in your thighs, creating a painful burn as you continued to move up and down, pushing through the pain and reaching for your high. From the hand gripping his hair and the way your walls were spasming, Kento knew you were so close to cumming, you just needed a little push. The brush of his thumb circling your clit leans you over the edge and causes your orgasm to hit you like a wave. Kento groaned loudly as you creamed his cock and gripped onto him like a vice. The man felt kind enough to let you catch your breath, he was still painfully hard and so close to his own high.

“As much as I’d like to be rewarded,” a cheeky smile spread through Kento’s lips, chocolate eyes sparkling at you with excitement. His playful and cheery expression leaves as quick as it comes, you almost whine in protest as he uses his strength to pull you off of his lap, and gently lays you down against the bed. The giddy look in Kento's eyes darkens to a lustful stare as your blown out eyes meet his. “Daddy wants to cum, so be a good girl and help daddy out.”

It hadn’t been longer than a few moments since your climax, you had barely calmed down. Without a second thought, Kento thrusts into your sopping entrance, your cum still coating his dick which makes it easier for him to slide back into your cavernous walls. A cry emmits from you due to the overstimulation. The feeling of being filled up again overtook the discomfort you experienced, it felt so good that you could cry from it, it was as if kento was made to fit inside your cunt so deliciously. The hands on your hips migrate to your thighs, pushing them up so that your knees are almost next to your head. Somehow, the angle of the position allows Kento to hit deeper into you.

“Fu- fuck,” your mind is lost for words as it completely blanks, no longer have the ability to form a coherent sentence.

A layer of sweat covers the blond’s body. The slapping sound returns as Kento's heavy balls hit against you with every rut. It was astonishing that the bed frame didn’t move with his frantic movements. Each thrust of his hips were more calculated than the next, earning a cry from you each time as his cockhead continuously came into contact with your g-spot. Kento knew he’d only be able to last through a few more thrusts. From the way your thighs quivered, your second orgasm was closer than he thought.

“Cum with me angel,” Kento's lips found yours in a haste of teeth clashing against each other, desperate to feel closer to you. As soon as the coaxing words fall on your ear, your walls clench around him as another climax ripples through you, this one hitting you much harder. The tension finally snapped, a growl ripped through his throat, no longer being able to hold back, as ropes of his cum shot inside your pussy, hips faltering slightly.

Your eyes flutter shut from exhaustion, trying your best to catch your breath and calm your erratic heart. Gentle hands help drop your legs so they could wrap around Kento’s waist instead of being folded in the air. Kento noticed the drowsy haze you were in. He took it upon himself to find a towel in the bathroom to clean up the mess between your thighs. Exerting his strength, the stoic man helps you to move into the sheets, the cold air no longer able to nip at your naked body.

“We need to buy plan b,” you shifted yourself close to Kento.

A kiss is pressed to the crown of your head. “We can worry about that in the morning.”

[maybanksslut]

Dating Tommy Shelby would include...

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and smoking :)

Ok pls watch me drop everything to write this bc I'm married to cillian murphy <3

First of all, how the two of you met

One night, you’d be alone in one of Birmingham’s many pubs, drowning down the sorrow you felt after fighting with your father, who was visibly upset with you for not being married

He’d been talking about marriage with you for weeks and you grew tired of having to tell him the same thing every day

“I don’t want to get married, dad, there’s no one I love!”

Of course, he’d think that was bullshit and tell you marriage wasn’t an act of love, rather a business that was supposed to tie two families together

This angered you, so here you were, drinking your pain away

And just as you’d got seated and ordered some Irish whiskey, a certain Shelby walked into the pub

Perhaps it was fate, perhaps a mere accident, but no matter what it was, it changed your life forever

“May I sit here?”

You were quick to realize he was a peaky Blinder by the way he was dressed

And by the way everyone appeared to shiver when he entered the pub, you concluded that he must be one of the Shelbys as well

“Only if you promise not to get blood on my dress”

To be honest, he was taken aback by your joke, expecting more of a nervous smile or a look filled with lust, like other women seemed to give him

He was immediately intrigued by you and made it his goal to get to know you better by the end of the night

Tommy tried to be a gentleman, he paid for your drinks, offered you cigarettes, and referred to you as “Mrs”

Until you told him you weren’t married, that is

His jaw (his jawline is perfect tho can we talk about that?) practically dropped, because how could such a beautiful woman like you not have a husband?

At the same time, he was happy, because this meant he could have a chance of making you his forever

Which, he realized later, was something he did wish to do

Tommy fell himself falling for you more and more every day, he just adored your smile, your laugh, the way you weren’t afraid of him, but rather treated him as a close friend

Yes, he was entirely enamored with you, and he knew he had to make a move before anyone else did

He often took you on horse rides or to restaurants to hear your voice, and he loved to hear you talk

“What about that horse race you went to last week, eh? Can you tell me more about it? I don’t quite remember”

He didn’t officially ask you to be his lover before you’d known each other for three months

His feelings for you were a big burden when he kept them a secret, and so was keeping your friendship from both of your families

Therefore, one night as you walked through the empty streets of Birmingham, he confessed to you

“The truth is, y/n, I am in love with you and I want you to be mine. What do you say, eh?”

You were stunned when you heard those words come out of his mouth

You’d never expected this coming, even though you had for some time now felt a stronger connection to Tommy than just a friendly one

Furthermore, the way he said it made your breath tremble. You could almost feel the passion burning its way through his confession

You could feel all the atoms in your body craving him and his love, but you couldn’t utter a words

So instead, you gently caressed his cheeks and kissed him, as if you were trying to pour everything you wanted to say into his mind by this sweet embrace

It took the both of you some time to cool down after the kiss, but when you did, the two of you grinned like idiots

“I love you, too, Tommy Shelby”

He’d carry you home and properly introduce himself to your father the second he got the chance

Your father would be so surprised, because of who you’d brought home

But he’d also be so happy (mostly because Tommy is rich, but also because his daughter finally had found someone)

He and Tommy ended up getting along quite nicely, though you saw his jaw (again he can cut me with that jaw) clench a couple of times when he mentioned the word “thugs” about some of his peaky boys

Before he left that night he kissed you so softly and romantically you thought you’d FAINT

Luckily, you didn’t, but you dreamt about him after you went to sleep

Sometime later, Tommy pushed aside his hesitations and decided to introduce you to his family

“Darling, I beg of you, don’t let them scare you away, eh?”

“Why would they scare me away? If they’re anything like you, I’m sure I’ll love them”

You’d be fascinated by all of his family members because they all appeared to be very interesting people

John would be the first one to talk to you, his outgoing personality very evident after even only a few seconds of conversation

You did enjoy his company, though you had to admit, he was kind of intimidating with his strong voice and loud laugh

Next on the list was Polly, the woman you’d heard so much about, yet knew nothing of

She was the one that you’d were afraid to meet the most, a sue she seemed so majestic and proud in her red dress and high eyebrows

Her personality was the complete opposite of what you’d expected

“Oh my god, you must be y/n! You’re gorgeous, my love! Oh, come here for a hug, my dear”

Her friendliness was overwhelming, yet it warmed your heart deeply to see that she cared for you after such little interaction

It was comforting how she took you under her wing, introducing you to the other family members while Tommy went to talk with his brothers

After the night was over, you’d befriended Ada and learned not to get on Arthur’s bad side

It was an evening full of emotions and feelings, but it was one of the best ones in your life, so you were quick to thank Tommy for making you the luckiest woman in England

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart, you’re the one who made my life brighter”

It took Thomas four weeks to propose to you

He loved you and he needed no time to know that you were his true love and he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side

It was one night you’d spent together in bed, talking about anything and everything, stealing kisses from each other now and then

Suddenly Tommy’s face turned more serious

“I want you to marry me, y/n”

“What?”

“I want you to marry me. I want to show the whole world how much you mean to me. I want to spend the rest of my life in your arms, holding your hand and kissing your lips. I want to start a family with you and I want you, forever.”

You agreed immediately, tears in your eyes as you looked into the eye of your future husband and thought of the life you’d build together

It was perfect.

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[lostinafictionaluniverse]

My thoughts about the book changes Bridgerton S2, it’s rather long so under a cut and it contains spoilers

Book changes I liked:

Beegate 

They have changed a LOT from the books, and some scenes were non-negotiable for me initially when I first began anticipating the season. Then a lot was spoiled and we were told there's barely anything from the books. But some of the changes actually made it better? Like Beegate is a pivotal scene in the book, because they get caught out and have to marry. But their wedding is sorta 'forced' which makes it similar to S1 and Saphne. So I'm glad they included the Bee scene but made it pivotal in a different way in the show: it's the first time Kanthony come so close - physically and emotionally and it sets a trigger for all their future interactions. Also the way it affects them both threw me completely: Anthony is in tears and Kate cannot stop her heart from racing and that was beautiful. I really liked the fact that in the show nothing forced them to marry- not Beegate, not them sleeping together. They married because they love each other and this was so satisfying to me.

Anthony being a Hero

Anthony being a 'Hero' when he snubs Cressida Cowper and stands up for Pen in the books was omitted, but Anthony was a hero in quite a different way: when he stands up for the Sharmas against the Sheffields.

The lake scene

The lake scene from the book was there in a different way that actually made it better with a Jealous + soaked Anthony, and Kate lusting after him (Why didn't Edwina notice anything here? I see her puzzled look at Kate's lingering glance at Anthony.)

Lovemaking scene

Another scene which is an iconic one is Anthony's dialogue when he tells Kate: I desire you, I burn for you etc etc. just before they make love for the first time after their wedding. This was removed from the show, but it turned out to be redundant. Also, I liked it much better on the show, because the book version had a couple of slightly problematic elements which are overcome of course with that piece of dialogue, but eliminating it altogether leaves no doubt that their coming together is totally consensual and with no hesitation from either person. In the book, Anthony kind of pressures Kate by saying he cannot wait and Kate weakens and realizes that she does not want to wait, but in the middle of it all he calls her beautiful and she freezes because she had never felt beautiful, and thinks he's picturing Edwina. And this leads to that bit of dialogue. In the show, the build-up between them is soooo well-presented that there is no doubt in the audience, or Kate's mind who Anthony really wants. He goes so far as to tell her he cannot marry Edwina because he will go through all his life wanting Kate and eventually he will cheat on Edwina with Kate. That is the level to which Kate has filled his head, and boy, I'm so on board with this version! Also, it's nice that Kate did not feel lesser than Edwina in that respect as well- her martyr complex for Edwina was bad enough, we did not need this too.  

Pall Mall. 

The essence of the game and Anthony getting burned by Kate is there, so I would say it's not taken much away and I loved the little addition of the mud scene in the show and them laughing together. It showed them letting down their defenses and opening up to each other. Some would argue that the humor is lost from the book, but I found this scene funny enough with Kate roasting Anthony  much to his siblings’ delight. and him grudgingly clapping every time she made a shot.

The love confession

Their realization that they love each other comes after they get married in the book. For Kate it's after Anthony helps her through her trauma with the thunderstorms and shows incredible understanding. For Anthony - he becomes fearful of losing her because he's convinced he's going to die too like his father. And then when the accident happens he says: ‘It was never supposed to be you, it was always supposed to be me.’ They changed this in the show: Anthony's fear of dying is not dwelt upon, but instead they give precedence to Anthony's fear of losing someone he loves dearly, which works just as well if not better. In fact, the part when he holds himself responsible for Kate's accident and then refuses to see her because he cannot bear it, and then finally breaks down when he hears she's okay came across as much more poignant and powerful than in the book (thanks to JB’s powerhouse acting). 

The confession itself was huge in the show for Anthony (and for Kate) because these two characters do not believe they can be loved for themselves. Kate does not believe Anthony loves her till he says the words and Anthony, in turn does not expect her to love him back. I really loved that the love Anthony feels for Kate is so overpowering and so humbling that he feels the need to tell her without expecting anything in return, and even after she tells him she loves him back he promises not to take that for granted (I want a life that suits us both).  The confession and the epilogue on the show felt really satisfying to me.

Book changes I did not enjoy:

The library scene and the minimization of Kate’s trauma: All they had to do was extend that scene. In the book it’s not a sexual scene. Kate is terrified and Anthony provides support and reassurance and just so much sensitivity and understanding that I feel we were robbed from seeing this nuance of his character. As also Kate’s vulnerability. The show paints her as almost superhuman with the control she has on her emotions, but this moment could have made her more human. Also, they really TALK - about their dads, their families, and that’s something I really missed seeing on the show.

The triangle

Okay, so they changed the Anthony-Edwina-Kate dynamic to a triangle and the triangle does not really exist in the book. I was resolved to hate it, in my mind it totally destroyed the key essence of these characters and though I still do not LOVE it, I don't hate it either. The DRAMA was utterly riveting, ngl, and I was pulled in by the high stakes, the angst, the tension, the 'kangan’ falling off at the key moment and A picking it up to give it to K and the symbolism of it all. It was so filmy but somehow effective. I liked all of the symbolism and foreshadowing: Edwina kind of setting up Kate and Anthony because she wants them to 'love' each other, the haldi she puts on Kate, the fact that Kate tries the ring for the fitting and she can't get it off (it fits her perfectly), Anthony handing her the bangle - I enjoyed all of them, even if they came across as cheesy and formulaic.

Edwina came off as being someone who was more fleshed out, and while I got her feeling of betrayal at what was going on under her nose, and I applauded her absolute refusal to 'settle' because she 'deserves' better, I still found her lack of understanding for Kate upsetting. Edwina in Ep. 6 was a queen but Edwina in Ep. 7 I did not like. Her being passive- aggressive at Kate and Anthony dimmed her character a bit for me. Her initial anger at Kate I understood, but after that, knowing how self-sacrificing her sister was, couldn't she have at least had a conversation with her and tried to understand her? Till the end, Edwina was all about herself, and when you contrast that with how much Kate de-focuses on herself and centers around Edwina I feel righteous anger on Kate's behalf. 

Everybody was blaming Kanthony for feeling for each other? Like WTF??

And they made Kate literally grovel to Edwina: ‘I will ask for your forgiveness everyday of my life.’ And then her telling Anthony that they should be ashamed of their kiss was shattering to me. All because of how Edwina was making her feel. I HATED THAT! I hated that Edwina made her feel so guilty that her first kiss with the man she loved devolved into a shameful experience to be shut down.

In Edwina’s defense I guess you could say it’s the conditioning that made her behave this way. Kate was firmly on the shelf and had declared she would not seek a suitor for herself. Edwina was anointed the diamond by the Queen herself. It must have been unthinkable for her to imagine that a handsome man like Anthony would want her sister over her. I think she may have felt jealous too, but I do understand her feeling of betrayal as well - she may even be thinking Kate dissuaded her initially from Anthony because she already liked him then. I just felt it stretched on for too long, and in an attempt to make Edwina look badass they diminished her compassionate nature. She actually had to say: I’m kinder than you to Kate because I did not see it or feel it.

I felt that bit remained unresolved between the two till the end and in an effort to make Edwina shine they ended up making her look preachy instead.

I wish there was something added in the epilogue with Edwina to show things had resolved fully between her and Anthony and her and Kate: at least they could have had her in the Pall Mall game in the end, she was the only one missing from the original one so it would have been nice and it would have been a nice callback to the book that has the game as an annual tradition and all the original players play each time. 

Also no Mr. Bagwell. I really liked that in the book Anthony falls short of Edwina's expectations because she wants a scholar to match her intellect. They seem to have dumbed her down in the show! She's much smarter and more perceptive and clued in to Kate's feelings in the book! But I also like the idea of Edwina and the Prince (I really liked him in S1) so if the show gives us this in a future season (or at least mentions it) I'd be thrilled. 

Overall, the triangle did add to the drama by raising the stakes and prolonging the separation, but it did end up destroying all 3 characters somewhat at the altar (pun intended)

To conclude, I really like how Kanthony are equals in every way. They always meet half way and whenever they came together it’s 100% consensual. 

Anyways, TL DR: I will always love these two - fools that they maybe, idiots that they may be, flawed that they may be and I thank Simone Ashley and Jonathan Bailey for bringing them to life so splendidly!

Book omissions I hope they include in future seasons

More of Kanthony talking and opening up about their individual trauma, perhaps in the form of more flashbacks for them both

Kate playing the flute badly and Anthony indulging her

Anthony being a brother to Edwina (in the book he offers her dowry)

Kate and Colin banter: This was so fun in the book! And I loved that little bit where Kate dances with him in the circle dance.

More of Anthony’s siblings (other than Benedict) showing they care for him perhaps in a chat with Kate (Like the one she has with Eloise in the book)

Newton is quite taken in by Anthony in the book and in the show they made it the opposite, so I would love to see a “Dog, sit!” from Anthony and Newton actually listening to him!

There’s a little scene in the book right before Beegate happens where they talk about what it means to be the oldest, and I would love this to be included in some form.

The scene where he drinks up all the tea so he won’t make a mess when he pulls her onto his lap!

We were robbed of A and K wedding, so show it to us in a flashback! PLEASE! 

And I really want this DIALOGUE: "Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who  makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known."

I also want little Miles to yell at his parents to stop as they keep playing the flute and trumpet badly.

And the second epilogue. I really, really want the second epilogue.