#burning spice x female!wife!reader

[thedarkcircuswritings]

I have a new victim now and it's Burning Spice Cookie

Burning Spice Cookie x Wife Female Reader who died from a training accident which is where Burning Spice Cookie is teaching his son Capsaicin Cookie how to control his powers but only ends up causing Reader's death which was the cause of Burning Spice Cookie's Corruption and for Capsaicin Cookie's Chains...

-🥀Angst Anon

I'm back baby with more :}

After everything that had been placed on Burning Spice's back, what caused him to break was the rage he felt when he witnessed the cinders of your dough slip through your fingers from that fatal attack, and from his own son, no less. Corruption comes from a broken heart, and not even family shall be spared from it.

[togrowoldinv]

Burn For You

Firefighter!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Natasha gets home from a shift, you are waiting for her in bed

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, ab riding 😏, Natasha being super beefy and hot

Note: Woohoo more firefighter Nat. She’s just the best. Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Natasha enters your home and kicks off her shoes by the door. She assumes you’ll be asleep since she worked the late shift, so she takes her time walking to the bedroom.

She stops by the kitchen for a glass of water before she slowly opens the bedroom door. Inside, she’s surprised to see you sitting up with a lamp on.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” she says, looking you over.

You have the covers pulled up to your chest but Natasha can tell you aren’t wearing your, or more accurately her, normal t-shirt to bed.

“I was waiting up for you,” you say. “Like a good wife does.”

Natasha chuckles at your words. She comes further into the bedroom and drops her glass on your nightstand. She sits next to you on the edge of the bed. You pull the covers back up when they start falling down.

Natasha doesn’t miss how you try to keep them over your body.

“What are you hiding, sweetheart?” Natasha asks. Her lips are smirking.

“Nothing,” you reply, looking away from her eyes.

“Show me,” she says.

“Ask nicely,” you reply.

Nat sighs, but she’ll play along.

“Please, will you show me what you’re hiding under those covers?” Natasha asks.

She adds a kiss to her question and you decide to fold. You let the covers fall down and Natasha’s eyes immediately go to your chest. She pulls the covers down until your entire body is exposed to her.

Red lingerie accents every part of your body and Natasha holds back a groan.

“Wow,” she says. “You’re- wow.”

You consider it quite the accomplishment to make Natasha speechless.

“Do you like it?” You ask, still nervous even with her reaction.

“I love it,” Natasha says. “And I want to take it off you right now.”

You feel heat in your cheeks at that. Truthfully, you and Nat haven’t had sex in a few weeks and you decided to try and spice things up. Nothing was wrong. You’ve both just been so busy and on opposite schedules.

“I’m all yours for the taking,” you tell Nat.

That’s all she needs to hear. She kisses you deeply and moves her hands over your breasts. Through the lace, she massages your breasts and takes your nipples between her fingers.

“Nat,” you whimper against her lips as she touches the sensitive area.

“You’re okay, baby,” Natasha says.

She moves her lips to your neck where she licks and sucks leaving marks on you. Natasha is vigilant as she kisses down to your breasts and takes your still lace covered nipples into her mouth.

“I love you,” you say out of nowhere.

Natasha stops and leans up to kiss your lips.

“I love you too,” she says.

“I want to ride you,” you say. Her smile is wicked.

“My abs?” She asks, knowing that she misses you doing that.

“Yes please,” you reply.

Natasha lifts her shirt off and her bra follows. She lays back on the bed and you settle with your core over her abdomen. You hold her under her breasts, where her tattoos are, and move your hips.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Natasha says. “You’re so good for me.”

Natasha moves your lingerie to the side so she feels you fully against her. Your wetness coats over the abs. She’s intoxicated by the way it feels.

Her hands reach up high and move over your breasts again. Anywhere she can reach. She just wants to touch you.

Your hands are tight on her. She loves the way your nails dig into her. You move your hips quickly and feel yourself quickly approaching your high.

“Come for me, baby. Coat my abs,” Natasha says.

“Fuck,” you mumble as your brain goes dizzy. You come hard on Natasha’s abs. She watches you with her mouth open in awe.

You climb off of her and she expects you to kiss her, but first you move further down her body.

You lick her abs where your pussy has left wetness and Natasha moans. Your knee falls between her legs and brushes against her clothed center.

“Fuck baby I’m not going to last,” Natasha says.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you say, a cockiness to your voice.

“Y/n,” Natasha warns. You lick her abs more and she watches.

The eye contact and the feeling of your tongue on her plus your legs is enough for her.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Natasha says. You watch her body as she does. “Fuck, that hasn’t happened before.”

“No it hasn’t,” you say, a smile on your face.

You move up to lay next to her finally. She kisses you deeply.

“You’re amazing. You know that?” She says.

“Only as amazing as you are, Natasha,” you say.

Natasha runs her hand over the strap of your lingerie and slips the material off of your body. She catches sight of a new part of your body. A redness around the ink tells her it’s new.

“When did you get this?” Nat asks in astonishment.

You turn so she can see it more fully. Right under your left breast is a heart with Natasha’s initials in it.

“A couple of weeks ago,” you say with a shrug. “It was an impulse thing but I thought maybe you’d like it?”

“I fucking love it,” Natasha says. “Is it still tender?”

“A little,” you say.

Natasha nods. She runs her hand over it just softly.

“Now I need to get one for you,” Natasha says.

“I’d like that.”

Natasha pulls you in a for a kiss. It’s like you exist to make her burn for you and she wouldn’t change a thing.

[buckets-and-trees]

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Andy Barber

I’M YOUR MAN soft!dark mafia AU dubious consent, forced marriage, explicit smut

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EXTRAS: ↠ will Andy let the reader work? ↠ what if Andy were forced into marriage with the reader?

Ari Levinson

Obsidian Stain and Sin [8.1k] + Taking You Home [6.2k] + Worship in the Bedroom [3.2k] Ari x reader x Curtis Everett tattoo artist modern AU soft!dark, initial mildly dubious consent, explicit smut, many kinks

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Waiting On One Look [300] apocalyptic omegaverse AU soft dark world, but not a soft dark Ari

Crimson Mornings [500] Ari x reader x Bucky Barnes explicit smut

Curtis Everett

Obsidian Stain and Sin [8.1k] + Taking You Home [6.2k] + Worship in the Bedroom [3.2k] Curtis x reader x Ari Levinson tattoo artist modern AU soft!dark, initial mildly dubious consent, explicit smut, many kinks

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[ficsforeren]

In Another Life Series Masterlist

This is the sequel of The Last Song, but it can be read separately if you want.

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Domestic AU, Rockstar/Band AU, Fluff, Smut, Slice of Life, Romance

Series Summary: What if the car accident never happened? In this alternate universe, Eren Jaeger, the frontman of notorious rock band Empire, gets to come home to you after the wedding proposal he made on stage. You are now married to your childhood best friend, and the mother of his children: Irene and Jace Jaeger.

Content Warnings: explicit sex (unprotected penetrative sex, cunnilingus, blow job, fingering, hand job, car sex, bath tub sex, food play, face-sitting, etc), pregnancy, crude humor

Poster art by the talented @viii0_8 on Twitter

CHAPTER LIST

This series is a compilation of one-shots where each chapter has its own story so you don't have to read this in chronological order.

The Beginning

Word Count: 8K

Summary: You've been married to your childhood best friend for five years. As you wait for your husband to come home, you take a trip down memory lane, remembering the day when he proposed to you.

When Morning Comes

Word Count: 12K

Summary: Your husband may be one of the hottest rockstars in the world right now, but when he’s at home, he’s nothing but a doting father that spends too much time braiding his daughter’s hair and cooking his son’s favorite food, and an insatiable lover who needs his morning wood to be taken care of at six in the morning.

Fallen Angels

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader X Armin Arlert

Word Count: 8K

Summary: Your husband, Eren Jaeger, knows just how much Armin Arlert loves you, even the dirty thoughts he’s been keeping to himself about touching you behind your husband’s back. Wanting to give some spice into your marriage, Eren decides to offer his best friend a chance to do what he wants with you.

Shhh, Baby, Daddy's On The Phone

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Word Count: 9k

Summary: Your husband, Eren Jaeger, comes home from his band’s tour to the sight of you moaning his name on your bed with a vibrator buried deep inside you. Burned by the desire to ravish you right then, Eren decides to have his way with you, not caring if he’s in the middle of a phone interview with a music journalist.

HEADCANONS

older dilf eren becoming a judge on The Voice and hearing his daughter singing

Rockstar!eren as a dad

rockstar eren trying to cheer up his wife during pregnancy

rockstar eren giving you a house tour

rockstar eren's reaction to his wife's dancing to a dirty song on the stage

rockstar eren's reaction to seeing his wife's dirty video with pieck

what does rockstar eren do on the first night he brought irene home?

rockstar eren's reaction to his baby calling him mama instead of dada

rockstar eren’s reaction to y/n keeping a BTS photocard

Eren’s reaction when irene brings someone home

rockstar eren dresses up as prince eric and his daughter as ariel during halloween

DILF rockstar eren's reaction to her daughter's boyfriend picking her up on a date

would eren cry seeing irene get her vaccine shots?

rockstar eren reacting to dad meme

dilf rockstar eren trying to protect irene and getting scolded in return

eren and irene rough housing and accidentally ruined yn's k-pop merch

rockstar eren reacting to dad meme

dilf rockstar eren wants to know what breastmilk tastes like

eren being emotional when irene takes her first steps

rockstar eren getting cockblocked by his children

dad rockstar eren consoling his daughter after her first breakup

jace, irene and eren giving yn a special gift on mother's day

eren witnessing his baby moving inside his wife's belly for the first time

how many times does rockstar eren say i love you in a day?

rockstar eren is now into BTS

eren accidentally went full korean during an interview

empire fans reaction after reader and eren got married

dilf eren's reaction when he forgets to give jace a good night kiss

was eren exhausted when irene was in her terrible 2s?

dilf porco and eren's style in IAL

eren's reaction when reader scolds irene

namjoon is a fan of eren and Empire boys meet BTS on the red carpet

does reiner have a crush on harlequin's historia?

rockstar eren's reaction to yn queefing

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perfect place - n.jaemin

Pairing: na jaemin x female!reader

wc: 1.1k

:jaemin didn’t really have that much faith in fate, but how else was he at the perfect place at the perfect time

piano serenaded him through your home, fainted candles burning followed by the smell of spices wafting through the air. he didn’t know how or when he became so lucky, he always thought that fate wouldn’t come to him despite how hard he wanted it to. 

but then he saw you, his future, his best friend. his wife. 

you seemed to make every day that little warmer, the way you smiled brought him to his knees at any given point. you seemed to know exactly what to say and when to say it.

he was always so curious how he was able to fall in love with you, how he was able to be guided to the exact place where you were sitting that day

as he walked through the path of the gardens, jaemin couldn’t help but feel envious of the hidden love stories that he knew surrounded him. he always joked that he didn’t need to fall in love, that he was happy to wait for fate.

as he walked down the footpath a rumble of thunder loomed in the distance, closing his eyes in frustration he hurried further down, he knew there was a small gazebo further down the track, his cousin had gotten married there merely weeks prior. 

the one day jaemin wanted to take out his new camera to get some shots, it had to rain, just his luck.

arriving as the rain began to fall he hid the camera and lenses under his shirt, praying that he would reach the gazebo in enough speed. but upon his arrival he halted, seeming as he wasn’t the only person to get caught in the rain.

on a little mat, surrounded by pencils and some pictures taped to the ground, sat a girl that took his breath away. her hair fell neatly down her back, her fingers lightly danced across the page, by the looks of it she hadn’t noticed his arrival.

upon closer inspection he saw the white in her ears, letting out a small breath he realised she had music playing. she probably hadn’t even noticed that the rain had started.

sitting in the opposite end of the rounded gazebo, he watched the rain fall, it wasn’t heavy but soft, falling like waited tears. it was constant but there wasn’t a harsh feeling, it was oddly comforting. 

he sat going through the pictures he had taken from when the sun was shining, admiring how the colours seemed so real even in the stills.

“oh, hello” a voice broke through the calm of the rain, looking up he made eye contact with a girl that he swore made his heart stop. 

“..hi, sorry i didn’t mean to crash your creative time, the rain just started and I didn’t want to get caught out in it is all” he felt the need to explain that he didn’t mean to disturb you.

he probably sounded like the biggest creep just mumbling on and on about the rain, the rain he was sure that you were now aware of.

“really it’s fine, you can move closer if you like, less risk of getting hit by any,” my god jaemin had never heard a voice as beautiful as yours. it was soft yet melodic, calming but carried strength. 

he had barely spoken to you and he was falling harder than he knew was possible, it was like every dream he had ever had about love at first sight came true in every possibility and boy he was hoping that he never had to see the sun again if it meant being with you.

“you seem lost in your thoughts” you looked at him with the kindest eyes, he felt his lips lift with every passing syllable, 

“slightly, is this your work? the pictures taped to the ground” shifting the focus from him to your art seemed to work wonders, you smile began to grow

“mmmhmm, I was just passing sometime, practicing shadings and such, although I wasn’t able to find a reference photo I really wanted” the pout growing made jaemin furrow his brows, looking troubled even in the slightest way wasn’t something he was fond of seeing on your face

“it looks beautiful regardless, if you don’t mind me asking what kind of photo did you want?”

he watched as you looked out into the rain, “there’s a flower bed, next to a statue at the end of the path, it’s got the most beautiful colours and I’ve never been able to get a picture that does it justice”

smiling to himself, he looked down at the current photo he had showing on preview screen, “do you mean like this?”

as he handed you his camera he let out a breathy laugh as your face lit up, “that’s exactly what I meant... do you mind if I take a quick photo on my phone, so I can reference it?”

jaemin looked out to the sky, the rain certainly wasn’t easing anytime soon, if anything the clouds grew darker, looking at you and then laying on the ground with an arm behind his head 

“how about this, you can just use my camera so you can see the image clearly - it doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere soon. but, you owe me” as he opened one eye he could see the way you looked down at him, god he could look into your eyes for eternity. 

“deal”

as an hour turned into two jaemin laid on the ground, listening to the rain fall onto the roof and your pencils scratching the paper in front of you, he didn’t know when he fell asleep but he felt your hand lightly shaking him back to reality.

“here, thankyou for that. you know I never got your name, I’m [name]”

taking his camera back he turned it off, noticing the low battery, “jaemin, it’s a pleasure”

as he sat up, subconsciously moving closer to your side, you both welcomed the new silence between you, you broke the silence as you turned to face him

“what is your part of the deal?” turning his head he smiled again, he felt like he was constantly smiling at you

“don’t worry about it” you huffed and completely turned your body towards him, “come on jaemin... you let me use your photo, trusted me with your camera”

he let out a laugh, “how do you know it won’t be a weird request then? you’re willing to trust me?”

“..I am” 

closing his eyes he thought of the perfect thing, “dance with me”

letting out your own laugh you gave him a look of doubt, “a dance? really?”

nodding his head, he pulled you to stand with him, “I would like to have a dance with the pretty artist, here in the rain. do you still trust me?”

walking further from the mat that the two of you had migrated on, you held out your hand, “play a song then”

he came out of his daydream as he heard the familiar melody flow through the home, quietly he made his way to your side,

“dance with me?”

[gospelofme]

How Jesse Met His Wife

No warnings

Jesse x Female Reader (Twi’lek!)

Part 2

The food was always promptly delivered at this place. It was one of the reasons why you loved this place. But they weren’t perfect. The heavy spices hit your nose immediately when the bowl was placed in front of you. You did not order the Havoc noodles.

“Umm, ma’am, this isn’t mine.” You spoke up before the woman walked out of ear shot. The woman looked back at your bowl.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. Heh that could’ve been a disaster!” She said, quickly taking your bowl and switching it out with the one that had been placed in front of the tattooed clone, who was looking confused.

“Hah! I was thinking something was off.” The clone said as the waitress switched your bowls. He looked over at you and gave you a wink.

“You’re more than welcome to take my spot in the challenge though ma’am.” He said over to you. You gave a small shake of your head and smiled.

“Eh, I’m not a fan of spicy.” You shrugged.

Jesse had noticed you immediately upon entering the restaurant. In fact, he had been hoping you’d be there. He had been a few other times where you were there as well, and sometimes when you weren’t. The 501st had just gotten back from a two month long deployment. He was thankful his helmet had blocked his stares and a the small smile on his face when he saw you sitting in your usual booth. He didn’t want to seem like a creep, but a pretty Twi’lek like yourself had certainly caught his eye.

It wasn’t until your bowls had been switched, that he had gathered up the courage to even speak to you. He didn’t want to disturb your meal, and honestly he figured you were waiting for someone. A gorgeous woman like yourself certainly wasn’t single. No way he’d that lucky.

He had to turn in his seat to see you completely, as you were parallel to him. But he didn’t want to be obviously staring at you. That’d be far too creepy. He chanced a couple glances sideways, pretending like he was just looking around. You were still sitting by yourself. He observed that you didn’t look upset, like you’d be stood up or like someone had had to cancel.

“Hey, Coruscant to Jesse! You’re losing.” Kix said, giving his brother a kick under the table. Jesse looked over at Holtz, who was busy slurping up her noodles.

“Oh damn!” Jesse cursed, shoving a huge portion into his mouth to catch up.

You had caught his glances, but couldn’t be sure if they were directed at you. He could’ve been looking for someone. There was a forth seat still available. He quit looking around when the medic said something to him. Him and the pregnant woman continued their spicy noodle challenge.

“Ugh, soooo spicy. It burns!” The tattooed clone whined eventually. The pregnant woman giggled. You glanced over and saw the medic had popped in an ear piece for his comm.

“Hey buddy, it’s daddy. Could you do me a favor? Could you check to see how many bottles of TUMS mommy has left?” The medic asked, obviously speaking to another child on the other end.

“Great, thanks bud. Yeah, we’ll be home in a bit. Your mommy and Uncle Jesse are eating spicy noodles again.” He explained.

“I love you too bud.” The medic ended the call and watched his wife begin to sip the broth. He had finished his noodles long ago. The tattooed clone quickly began to gulp the broth from his bowl, slamming the empty vessel down before the pregnant woman had finished.

“YES!” He raised his hands in victory.

“No!! He cheated!! It’s running down your chin!” The woman countered. The medic shook his head.

You clapped with the other patrons when Jesse was handed a sticker and a t-shirt with the Felucian Havoc Pepper on it. The pregnant woman sat back and placed a hand on her stomach.

“Ugh, I can feel it starting already.” She groaned, slumping over against her husband.

“Because I am a gracious winner, I’ll pay for your noodles.” The tattooed clone said with an air of regality.

“Or you’ll pay for them because we paid last time.” The medic smirked.

“What are you doing?” The medic asked moments later, his wife leaning over to try to see what Jesse was concealing.

“Something.” Was the only reply. You were a bit disheartened when the trio left, watching the medic place a hand on his wife’s back. She reached up and took his hand and held it at her lower back, it seemed almost like a habit for these two now. You had always had a thing for watching other couples be in love. You wondered what it would be like for you when it finally happened.

You finished your food and decided it was time to head to your apartment. You had been binge watching a true crime drama for the last couple weeks. You needed to catch up on the last few seasons before the new one was due.

“Oh, your bill has already been paid.” The waitress said, you frowned slightly as she handed you your receipt. Sure enough it had been paid in full and a tip left already.

“By who?” You asked. The waitress looked like she was conflicted.

“Well he told me not to tell, but it was the clone. The one with the tattoo on his face.” She whispered, pointing at your receipt. You looked at the flimsi and scribbled at the bottom was

“Here tomorrow? 2pm?”

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New Year’s Eve

Summary: Steve and Peggy have a good friend who’s a handyman that comes and helps you out.  Pairing: Butcher/Handyman!Bucky x Female Reader Warning(s): Pure fluff. Widowed Bucky. Word Count: 2,711 Notes: This is my entry to @nacho-bucky‘s writing challenge! My prompt was “The smell of cologne on warm skin”. Thanks for hosting darling Cait!

“Do you need any help washing the dishes?” Peggy calls from your living room. Her and Steve lay sprawled across your couch, fire crackling and spitting in the hearth, spilling warm light in the otherwise dim room.

“I’m okay. The water pressure is still on the fritz. It takes so long to do them that I’ll end up doing most of them tomorrow.”

“It’s still-hic-broken?” Steve asks while rubbing his belly hoping to relieve some of the tension.

You can’t help the soft chuckle. He always got belchy when he overstuffed himself on your chicken pot pie. Tonight was no exception.

“The kitchen sink pressure is busted. The light switch for the second bedroom doesn’t work, my shower scalds me randomly. Ah the joy of owning an old house with charm.”

You’d moved to the small cozy town in upstate New York two years ago. Peggy and Steve lived a couple blocks away. After realizing that you and Peggy both worked at the same hospital, the two of you had become fast friends and Steve came along with her. You were a nurse at the town’s Veteran’s Affairs Hospital, and she helped coordinate the hospitals volunteer department. You were frequent visitors at each other’s homes for dinner.

“Really hun you should get those fixed.”

“I know. I’d fix it myself but electrical and plumbing are where my homemaking abilities stop.”

“I know someone who could help.” Steve chimes in. “I think he’s free tomorrow. He usually takes Sunday’s off from the shop and does some handyman work on the side. I could text him?”

You pause for a moment contemplating. Normally you’d balk at hiring help but if Peggy and Steve endorsed this handyman then he was trustworthy enough to let into your home where you lived alone. Probably kind enough not to comment on any mishaps you’d made in maintaining on your own either. Besides, you weren’t getting anywhere solving the issue on your own. You kept telling yourself that you’d set something up on your days off or take a look at it after your shifts. That had been happening since you’d moved in.

“Fine. Send him over.”

****

“The sink first? No, the shower?” You scratch out your writing and reorder the to do list on the house once more when a firm knock nearly startles you out of your seat.

You aren’t sure what you’re expecting when you throw the door open in the late December cold, but it certainly isn’t James Barnes.

He’s a tall man. Nearly appearing to fill your doorway before you invite him in. While he takes off a bright red knit cap and gloves, you take a moment to study him further. He folds the hat and gloves with a delicate reverence and large calloused hands before tucking them both inside the pockets of his jacket.

The planes of his face are that of a different era somehow. Softer. His full cheeks are flush and rosy. A stunning compliment next to the blue of his eyes. The brunette hair that was previously hidden by the winter hat falls nearly to his shoulders and curls at the ends ever so slightly. He’s clearly a strong man but it’s blanketed by a soft belly that strains the waist of his pants where his flannel is tucked.

“James, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He stands politely in the entryway of your home glancing around a moment before you realize he’s waiting for instructions. “Steve said you needed some help with plumbing and electrical work.”

“Ah yes! I made a list but I’m not sure what will make the most sense to start with.” You start towards the kitchen but don’t hear any footfalls behind you. “James?”

“I only have my boots,” he says plainly while staring at the footwear. “They’re covered in snow. I don’t want to track it in.”

“Just leave them by the door.”

You could have sworn you saw the rosy blush in the large man’s cheeks deepen. There was something strangely intimate about seeing him pad towards you in his woolen socks, toolbox in hand.

You’d shown James your list and it had been as if his entire demeanor had shifted. He asked you quick questions, took notes, looked at and studied the defective appliances. Gone was the shyness. Instead was a confidence and assuredness you found pleasing. You found yourself wondering why you’d waited so long to get these things fixed in the first place.    

The afternoon had gone by with light snow flurries falling on top of the white blanket already coating the ground. You lit a fire once more and baked some molasses cookies. It was a warm spiced recipe you hadn’t had since your childhood. The task gave you something to do with your hands while a stranger roamed around in your bathroom; dangerously near your shampoo. When the cookies were iced you found yourself placing a small pile onto a smaller plate and walking to the bathroom.

“Cookies?”

“These look wonderful.”

He wipes his hands clean and before you can blink, he inhales two of the cookies. “These are the best cookies I’ve ever tasted.”

“I think you’re flattering me.”

“I’m serious! My wife wasn’t much of a cook. She used to burn nearly everything. I had to do most of the cooking, or we went over to Peggy and Steve’s. Before they moved up here of course.”

“I can send the recipe home with you. So, she can try to bake these.”

You aren’t sure what you’ve said but his face falls for a moment before regaining a small sad smile. “I’ll take the recipe, but she won’t be baking them I’m afraid. My wife, Natasha, she passed away five years back.”

“I’m so sorry, James. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. Steve doesn’t talk about her much. He took it really hard. Blames himself. They used to work together you see.”

You absently grab a cookie to avoid saying something else foolhardy. These two years with Peggy and Steve and not once had they mentioned James nor his wife Natasha or this past life. Some wounds must really run deep.

“You’re in your head,” James says nudging your shoulder. You hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten in the small space. At this range you could smell his cologne. There was something woodsy about it. Like clean pine needles and amber. You found yourself knowing he’d be wonderful to be wrapped up in on a cold day like today while the snow falls in front of your fireplace. You cursed yourself for the indulgent thought after just learning the fate of his wife.

His smile warms you once more. “I’ll have to come back. The plumbing tasks were more complicated than I anticipated, and I’ll need to go pick up parts. Does tomorrow work for you? I know it’s New Year’s Eve, but Steve said you were eager for it to be fixed.”

“I’m gonna kill that man when I see him.”

“I know the feeling.”

James’s laugh was one you felt reverberate from deep down in his chest. The thing seemed to fill him up and warm his cheeks once more from the inside.

“I’m free tomorrow.”

***

This time when James knocks on your door you’re ready for the blue of his eyes to knock you off your feet. He nearly bounds through the door; following a similar routine as the day before. He folds the red hat and gloves neatly and places them in his jacket pocket, but this time removes his boots and sets them confidently on your shoe stand.

“I was thinking of getting started on the kitchen tasks if that’s okay with you.”

***

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit.”

“Everything okay?” James voice sounds from the cabinet under your sink.

“Well Peggy and Steve asked me if I’m willing to cook this very specific dish for their New Year’s Eve party and I said yes a while back, but I’d forgotten about it until now.”

“And the party is tonight. And all the stores and closed.”

“How’d you guess?”

“Well first, it is New Year’s Eve. And second, I’m going too.” He pauses sheepishly enjoying your mild panic. You hurry about the kitchen opening and closing various cabinets trying not to trip over his tools that are scattered in front of the sink. “What if I finish up here and then you come down the shop and I’ll let you get what you need there?”

“The shop?”

You vaguely remember Steve saying that this was something his friend did in his spare time, but you hadn’t paused to ask what his primary job was.

“My butcher shop. I own the shop on the corner of Miller and Melrose in town.”

“The really beautiful one? Blue and white building? Red letters?”

“That’s the one. But really, it’s nothing. Plus, then I can say I helped and then my store-bought cookies won’t seem like such a consolation dish.”

“Deal.”

***

The shop is dark and quiet; closed for the New Year’s holiday. You’d made several protests on the drive over to James about the inconvenience, but he’d shrugged them all off.

“What’s the point of owning a grocery and butcher shop if I can’t help out my friends when they’re in need,” he said with a bright grin before disappearing into the back room to get you the cuts of meat you’d ask for your braised short rib recipe. You wondered when he’d crossed from your handyman into friend. Then again, he’s Steve and Peggy’s friend. And he is awfully easy to talk to. Perhaps he is a friend already.  

You quickly threw everything you needed into your tote. His shop was small but well stocked with everything you needed. You hesitated at the small old-time cash register. Surely, he’d let you pay. He had to. You set the bag on the counter and, against your instincts, go behind the counter and into the back room.

“James, I need to know how much I owe you. Come ring me up?” you joke.

Your laughter is cut off slightly when you find him hunched over a large stainless-steel table, clad in a black rubber apron, slim sharp knife in hand and a full side of beef on the table. He’s at work slicing and cutting.

It’s a grace you’d never have guessed his large frame and calloused hands capable of possessing. Before, you’d seen the brute strength he’s capable off with the other chores at the house, but this was different. Each stroke was deliberate. Each knick, precise. He could have done this with his eyes closed.

“Just the short ribs or did you want some extras for later in the week for yourself while I have this out.”

You startle a bit clearly engrossed in watching his hands make quick work of the animal. “You really didn’t have to get this all out for me. I feel horrible.”

“Well I knew the boys had already closed up last night, holiday and all. I don’t mind. Really.” His blue eyes finally look up from the knife work into your own. “Let’s get you some steaks and stew meat.”

“Are you coming over for pot roast and steaks?”

“Is that an invite?”

It was hard to guess who was blushing more.

***

“I’m gonna need to be here in the kitchen while you work if these are going to be done on time for dinner. Is that okay?”

“Of course. It’s your house, doll. Besides, I’m nearly finished and I’m sure the smells will be amazing.”

You go along slicing the onions and searing the short ribs until they’re caramelized a deep brown on the outside. The onions get added and a hefty amount of garlic next. It’s about this time that James pops his head out from under the sink.

“All done. Plus, that smell is heavenly. What is it?”

“Garlic and onion.”

You add in the red wine to the heavy bottomed dutch oven and throw the dish into the oven for the next two hours. It’s shockingly easy to pass the time with James until the short ribs are done. The only difficult thing is swatting James away from the oven from “checking” on them every twenty minutes or so.

Steve and Peggy only live a short walk away but it’s blustery cold and halfway down your block you can feel your ears are stiff and red with chill. James has offered to carry the dutch oven full of short ribs and you carry his box of cookies.

“You didn’t bring a hat. Did you?”

“I’ll be okay. The walk isn’t far.”

He sighs before stopping and setting the crock on the sidewalk and removes the knit cap from his head. His mitten covered hands don’t give you a chance to voice your protest before he’s dragging the material onto your head and over your ears. In seconds they could scream thank you for having a barrier to the wind.

“Thank you, James.”

***

“Why are you wearing his hat?” Peggy exclaims before you can get your whole body through the door.

“Because my ears nearly fell off my head?”

“That’s the hat Natasha knitted him. He nearly went on a murderous rampage when he left it on a city bus one time. I know you don’t quite comprehend what that means but it’s serious.”

You glance across the room looking at James.

He’s engrossed in a conversation with Steve. His plump cheeks are a pink as ever. You’d learned that it never really goes away. You found it rather endearing. He looked beautiful with a flush on his skin. Steve must have said something funny because James’s little belly jumps up and down with each chuckle that tumbles from his lips. He certainly doesn’t look like someone capable of murderous rampage.

“I’m starting to think that maybe Steve should have suggested Bucky’s handyman services sooner.”

“Bucky?”

“His nickname.”

“Yeah well...so am I.”

***

The dinner party is small. New Year’s is rung in with drinks, laughter, and friends. Everyone enjoyed the braised short ribs and even Bucky’s (you’d teased him calling him this for the first time) cookies got sufficiently nibbled on.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Is James walking me home or is Bucky?”

You can’t tell if it’s the party jubilations, but you swear you see an eye roll as he playfully pushes you towards the door and your hosts. Steve wraps you in a massive hug, Peggy plants a kiss on your cheek and everyone says their goodbyes and Happy New Year’s.

The blustery wind from before has died down and the snow falls in delicate flakes undisturbed except from your footfalls. The world seems blanketed in a cold snow globe of silence.

“You know you had to walk back to my place anyway, right?” You finally break the silence. “Your truck is there, ya goof.”

He slips an unmittened hand into yours before saying, “Yeah, but I wanted to anyway.”

“Peggy told me about your hat and gloves.”

“Natasha took up sewing and knitting. She was good too; quick with her hands, I guess. She wanted to have a repair shop one day. Said she liked that being a seamstress almost always meant putting things back together and being a fixer.”

“That’s a really beautiful way to look at it. I managed to learn sewing pretty well but knitting I never mastered. Natasha must have been a special lady. I could only manage straight lines and barely that. There’s a graveyard of Frankenstein mittens lurking somewhere upstairs at my place.”

With that you earned what was becoming one of your favorite sounds; his booming laughter.  

James comes in at the promise of a hot toddy; as repayment for saving the day. The two of you are sat in front of the fire on your couch when, in a stroke of boldness, you pull his arm over your shoulder. Leaning into his side you can once again smell his cologne wafting off the warm skin from his neck; sweet amber mixing with the bourbon and cinnamon of the drinks and something deeper.

“Is this okay?”

He sighs a contented sound and nuzzles you closer into his soft side. “This is okay.”

[desiraypark]

Much Needed Assistance (11)

“Relieved.” Previous (“Daughter”) Entire Work Master List Characters: Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x (Black) Female Reader  Content: Fluff; sadness; angst; anger Word Counter: 1,637

You didn’t say a word. You sat in the passenger’s seat staring straight ahead at the night sky. Not even the flips and clicks of buttons and switches could jolt you out of your fuzzy existence. The controller on the landing pad gave Kylo an “okay” and Kylo started the freighter’s engine. Its rumble cut through the silence. Then, the controller waved his wand and Kylo took off, sending you through the starry sky and soon, into the galaxy. About thirty minutes in, Kylo pressed a button and the ship floated by itself. He took off his helmet and sat it in the control panel space between you.

“What happened?” he finally asked. “Nothing.” Dark hair morphed into a white face in your peripheral. You didn’t look at him—just at the sky. “If you need to use the Force, do it. Because I don’t feel like talking,” you said. His stare lingered on you, nearly burning a hole through your skin. Then, he turned back around, pressed the cruise control button again, and grabbed the steering. Silence was what you thought you wanted, but it only made room for yesterday’s events. “Get out! Did you know, Etoran?! Kylo Ren?! Well-paid whore…Leave this house and don’t you ever come back. Not even when I die.” Kylo pressed the cruise control button once more and unfastened his seat belt. Then, he removed his gloves and swiveled in his chair to face you. “Come here…” he said. You turned your face away, as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Suddenly, your chair spun around to face him, but you turned your face away again. “Come to me,” he repeated. It sounded like he patted his thigh. “Just…sit.” You unfastened your seat belt and took the few steps to him. Then, he reached out and pulled you onto his lap. He rubbed up and down your back and stared at your tear-stained face. Then, he swiveled you both around to face the large window. “Grab the steering,” he said. “What?” He took your hands and placed them on the steering handles. Once more, he pressed the cruise control button, turning it off, and placed his hands over yours. “Kylo, I don’t know how to fly a ship!” you shouted it. “Relax...” You looked down at the two pairs of hands. His large hands over yours. Then, you looked back at the view. Kylo moved his hands so that the ship could make little dips and turns. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but you started giggling. You didn’t know why. The exhilaration of it all, perhaps. “Now I want one,” you said. Kylo “chuckled”—as in, he caught a chuckle and stopped it from leaving his throat. You quietly co-piloted for about an hour, observing the galaxy. Kylo said nothing. After a while, you felt him wiggle his legs a bit. “Let’s rest a bit,” he said. He turned on cruise control again, and you rose from his lap, knowing his legs were probably falling asleep. You sat in your seat and watched him stretch them. Then, you sighed and fell back in your seat and stared ahead. The previous day’s events re-entered your mind. You desperately wanted to ask Kylo what he thought of you—but you already knew the answer. Your mother was right. This man didn’t want a wife or a girlfriend. The notion was frivolous to a man like him. You were a release. A convenience. You fretted yourself into a slumber, then were awaken to daylight. “We’re back...” a mechanical voice boomed over you. You jumped awake to Kylo’s helmeted face standing over you. “I’d like for you to take the morning meeting’s minutes, then get some rest.” ____________________

“Y/N?...” Your eyes blinked open. You barely remembered coming back to your quarters, but there you were in the dark. You made out Kylo’s figure at the edge of your bed, rubbing your hip. An intoxicating scent fell over you—like woods, or spices. Cologne. “Come with me.”

Still in your casual traveling clothes, you followed Kylo through the corridors of the base’s central building—past Stormtroopers and officers and droids. People moved out of Ren’s way as he came and they went about their business. Then, you stopped at a large set of blast doors. The ominous throne room. Kylo keyed in a code and the doors swung open. He stepped to the side and uncharacteristically let you walk through first. Then, he followed, and the doors shut behind him. You observed the large, empty room. Then you looked to your right—a black marble seat with black cushioning sat on a red marble throne. It looked vaguely familiar. Click. Ssss… You turned to look at Kylo. He gently placed his helmet on the floor and walked to you—his face clean, his hair groomed. The cologne scent overwhelmed you again. “You wanted to know what I think of you…” Your heart began to race. What is happening? “I’m going to have a second seat installed. Because that is what I think of you,” he said, pointing to the throne. You looked behind you, then back at him. He was now standing over you—body exuding heat. Even without the vocoder, you could hear his breath. “You don’t belong in Tourma.” Kylo ran the back of his gloved finger along the side of your face. “You belong on a throne. On my throne. With me.” Everything fell silent. All you could hear was your own breath. You felt the blood running through your veins. Kylo stared into your eyes, still holding your face. Then, the tears fell. “I can’t do that, Kylo…” you mumbled. He frowned. “Can’t do what?” “That’s…that’s not me. I can’t do that…” you shook your head and touched his hand. “I don’t understand. Your family has disowned you. They’ve shunned you. I saw it all, I heard it all...”

“Stop listening to my thoughts!” you shouted. You pulled away, but he stepped toward you. He took your hands in his. “It wasn’t intentional. Your thoughts are loud when you sleep,” he said. You looked down, and he lifted your chin. “You serve this organization for eight years, for them, and what do they do? Call you a whore. They want to hinder you. Just like my family tried to do with me...” You just shook your head. Shame and confusion bubbled through your blood.

“Be my Empress. This is where you belong...” he pointed to the throne again and searched your teary eyes. “I’m sorry...” you mumbled, weeping. You turned away and rushed to the door, fearful that he’d Force choke or slam you, or something. But you made it out. As you walked down the hall, you suddenly heard a pained scream in the distance--and an ignited lightsaber. Everyone stopped and stared in the direction of the throne room, as the sound of the searing blade cut through…something, and the Supreme Leader screamed. You pressed your eyes closed, then you wiped the tears away. You’d made it back to your quarters and sat on your bed for awhile, staring at the space under your door. Scared. Kylo was going to kill you. He definitely was. He was going to cut through that door with his saber and slice your head off. What a huge mistake this all had been?! Why did your life have to suddenly become spontaneous and passion-filled?

Here you were, thinking you were nothing more than the Supreme Leader’s kept-woman—and he wanted to make you his wife! Now, there was the extra layer of confusion—why were you okay with being his glorified cum dump—but not his wife?! You mulled the question over...

Because he killed people, that’s why, you justified. Simple. He was the antithesis of a favorable partner. He was your enemy. Your people’s enemy. The successor of men who’d kidnapped children and made troopers out of them. That’s why you couldn’t marry him. He’d want an answer, and that was it. You’d be able to muster up the courage to tell him that. You still fucked him, though...another inner voice intruded.  Eventually, you threw your head back and stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t come after you, so maybe he was calming down. Maybe you could talk it out. You could be honest with him. Beep, beep, beep, beep. You gripped your sheets as your blast doors opened. 

Suddenly, Captain Undilla appeared in your room. Two Stormtroopers walked in and walked past her—one of them pushing a stack of crates on a cart. You shot up and stared with wide eyes. “Y/F/N Y/L/N, as ordered by the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, you are hereby relieved of your duties as Ren’s personal assistant,” she said. The troopers unstacked the crates and began tossing your things inside. “Wait a minute!” you shouted, reaching for one of the trooper’s hands as he roughly handled one of your plants. He grabbed your hand and gently placed the plant into the crate, getting your message. “Effective tomorrow morning, you will resume your previous position as the Final Order’s day shift administrative secretary, and effectively immediately, you will report to the residential office for your new lodging assignment. MT-5176 and DS-188 will escort you with your belongings.” Your mouth dropped and you just stood in the middle of the floor, shaking your head in disbelief. Captain Undilla turned around and left. You watched DS-188—the plant snatcher—go through your drawers. MT-5176 was checking under your mattress. “Are these your blankets?” he asked. “Yes,” you strained, your throat scratchy and dry. “I’ll grab them.” You helped the troopers put away what little belongs you had. Then, you dried your eyes, lifted your head, and followed them out of your room, down the corridor, and through the central building. Thankfully, the Final Order minded their business and thought nothing of your crates. As far as they were concerned, you were running an errand.  Still, you were humiliated.

The Stormtroopers were gracious enough to take you out through a back entrance. But on your way out, you felt eyes on you. Not the eyes of a Trooper or a Droid, or even a General. You knew who was watching you—and you didn’t dare look back...

THE END OF MUCH NEEDED ASSISTANCE

(Or is it?)

[harveywritings92]

Connor x Albino! Native! Reader

Readers Native name is: Otsi'tsa A Mohawk name meaning: Flower. The reader and  Ratonhnhaké:ton were childhood friends until she was captured by colonists at a young age because they thought she was a white child who was kidnapped by the Mohawk, And was renamed Y/n L/n by the orphanage the colonists had left her at, she eventually escaped the orphanage eventually finding her way to Davenport ending with her being adopted by Achilles.

Italics = Kanienʼkéha

Normal = English

"father I've done my work can I go out please?"  You ask hopping on your toes in anticipation as Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:kon both stood outside waiting for her as the other children ran passed them, after some consideration your father silently nodded. You smiled along with the two boys and ran off as your father yelled "Be sure to keep your hood on! and stay within sight of the village!"  

You nodded pulling the small hood over your head protecting you're pale skin from the sun as you white braid rest over you left shoulder as you and the other kids gathered around in a group trying to figure out what to play when they heard a twig snap you and all the children whipped your heads in the direction it came from and were terrified when group of white men appeared from the woods started walking towards the group.

You felt your heart sink into you're feet as one of the men pointed at you. "See, I told ya them savages kidnapped a little one!" he said gruffly as the presumed leader took a step forward causing the other kids to scatter and hide. 

You were too scared to move or scream as one them went to grab you only for Ratonhnhaké:ton to suddenly jump in and hit the man's hand away with a large stick. "Get away from her!" he hissed standing in front of you protectively.

Despite how brave he was trying to act; You could tell he was scared he was shaking like a leaf! The men laughed gave the little boy a swift kick in the stomach knocking the air out of him and sent him off his feet, and the men got a hold of you! you screamed kicked and struggled as they dragged you away all while hearing Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:kon screaming. "Otsi'tsa! NO! give her back! help!!" over and over until the voices faded... 

3rd pov: That was six years ago...

Six years since those men took her from her home. Six years since they left her at this awful orphanage! Six years since they forced her to change her name...

Well, not anymore! Otsi'tsa or Y/n as She had been dubbed had been causing a lot of trouble for the nuns and any potential families interested in her...much to the other kids enjoyment.

the nuns chased her around the orphanage demanding she behave herself. "Make me donkey face!!" she'd yell in her people's language causing the old woman to turn beet red due to not understanding what she was saying, and she'd get the ruler foe speaking the devils tongue, it was during one such time something seem to snap in the other kids; they started running around and acting out with the white haired girl! 

Soon the entire orphanage was in a tizzy as the head nun tried in vain to get the children under control, Otsi'tsa used the commotion to quietly slip out of the orphanage before they noticed she was gone and hid in the first cart she saw turns out it was headed to the frontier...

The albino was awoken abruptly by the cart stopping she quick got out and jumped into some bushes as the driver came around grumbling and checking the back of his grumbling about the wheel coming loose and looking for tools only to find apple cor and a bite taken out of one of the cheese wheels!

...They barely fed them at the orphanage, So the little native couldn't help herself! luckily she was long gone as the owner frantically look around for who or what was responsible for eating his supplies.

Otsi'tsa wasn't sure how long she trekked through those lands for, But she thanked whatever forces out there, that she hadn't had any run ins wolves, bears or mountain lions! soon she found herself on a doorstep of a of a large mansion, dirty, cold,wet and hungry...

She knocked hoping someone was home and maybe she could get them to give her job in exchange for food? and then continue her way home...there was a cranky voice on the other side that snapped at her to go away...She blinked and knock again causing whoever was yelling to cuss.

the swung open and an angry old man was standing in front of her Otsi'tsa shrank back, as he got one look at her miserable state and his glare soften before sighing and let her inside, She introduced herself as Otsi'tsa,The old man bluntly told the white haired girl he can't pronounce that! So she said he can call her Y/n.

Soon the native girl had gotten to know her host (after he had given her a bath and clean clothes) and noticed how lonely the old man or Achilles as he introduced himself was; she noticed he looked sad whenever she asked where his family was, Since the clothes he'd given her were boys clothes so surely he couldn't be living in this manor by himself?

Eventually she got her answer; While pulling weeds around the property, her red eyes widened when she found his wife and son's tombstones after some coaxing he told her his life story.

And soon Y/n's overnight stay, turned into permanent residency and with that Achilles had started training her to be an Assassin, Three years into her training Y/n was stunned when a ghost from her past showed up on their doorstep.

She was in the kitchen making spiced apple bread when she heard a knock at the front door, surprising the albino native as they hardly had visitors except for Faulkner...But only when he was low on Alcohol, and she'd had already went on a keg run for him not even a day ago! She heard Achilles grumble get up from his chair and answer the door and talk to someone...

Curious Y/n wiped her hands on her apron and went to see who was there, just in time to see Achilles yell and slam the door in that person's face! Odd...And rude. "Who was that?" The red eyed girl asked blowing her bangs out of her face as the old assassin grimaced "No one to worry about!" he huffed scudding to the sitting room as the knocking came from the backdoor.

The native girl hummed bemused and went to see for herself, only for her mentor to bark "Leave it!" from the other room "Stubborn old man..." She mumbled in Kanienʼkéha then she saw someone move out of sight out the window and Achilles move upstairs soon the knocking started up there too! Whoever this person was, they do not give up! She heard the old man snap at the visitor to go away...

But they didn't, they came back the next day! and kept badgering the old man, Y/n could only sigh and shake her head at this whole scenario! when one stubborn hot-head meet another sparks are bound to fly! on the third night, the albino was awoken in the wee hours of the morning by voices coming from outside, they aren't the boy who had been badgering Achilles. No, these were different malicious...

The female assassin got up from her bed just in time to see said boy fighting off a group of crooks and immediately she went on high alert as she got her hidden blade started making her way downstairs, Achilles had the same idea, the albino silently snuck up behind one and stabbed him the back while Achilles took of the boss, And went to help the boy of the ground she grabbed his hand and...

"Otsi'tsa?"

"How do y...Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

The albino gawked at her old childhood friend trying to process how he could be here? next thing she knew Y/n was swept up in a tight bone crushing hug by Ratonhnhaké:ton! she was still in shock before it hit her that he was really here..and return the hug the two pulled away as they got a good look at each other. "I can't  believe it's really you.." Ratonhnhaké:ton he said with slight tremble in his voice as he held her cheeks in his hand, his childhood friend cracked a smile.

"Me neither..." she said back tucking some hair behind her ear and wanted to ask about her father and the tribe but was interrupted by Achilles clearing his throat "As heartwarming as this all is, would you two clean this mess up so we can get down to business?" the two teens separated and got to cleaning up the bodies, than joined Achilles in the manor. The old man  went on to explain the creed history and precursors to Ratonhnhaké:ton while the albino went to make something to eat and drink as the two talked as she had heard this all before.

"Until you’re ready, Y/n will act as you teacher while out on the field." Achilles announced confusing the native boy as far as he could tell Achilles and Otsi'tsa were the only ones living here? When his friend sheepishly announced that she was Y/n. "No you're Otsi'tsa." He said confused and the red eyed girl had to explain that the orphanage she was sent to gave her a new name, that... and Achilles doesn't speak their language so Y/n L/n sorta stuck.

"You can still call me by my real name." She assured as Ratonhnhaké:ton awkwardly tested her second name few times, before Achilles explain why she was in charge of him during training as Y/n had more experience then took them down to the basement to show them the wall. 

there Ratonhnhaké:ton was temporarily distracted by some assassin robes before Y/n "You have long road ahead before you're ready for those." she stated without even looking at him, the Mohawk boy blushed and started to stammer insisting that he meant no harm. 

the albino giggled as Achilles slammed his cane into the ground making the look at him, Needless to say Y/n was horrified ti find out what happened after she was kidnapped the village burned, Ziio and her father's death and most shocking of all Haytham Kenway the grand master of the colonial Templar order was the one responsible and Ratonhnhaké:ton's father.

Y/n didn't know how to process this went out for a run to get some air and think... she eventually found herself at Faulkner's shack the sailors could see something was bothering their Little Missy, but it was clear she didn't really want to talk about it, She always comes to the docks when she wants to think, she heard Faulkner come up behind her a sat down next to her "Now Girly what seems to be the ailment of the day?" he coax after a few seconds she unloaded everything meeting her childhood finding out his father killed her father and half their village, now she doesn't what to do or think! the old sea dog hummed took a sip from his flask.

 "That's quite the debacle...I don't have anything to say to that other than don't hold it against the boy, and good luck." He said gruffly and then offered her a swig from his flask the pale girl cocked a brow and took a sip before noticing Ratonhnhaké:ton coming up to them causing her to choke and start coughing as she handed the flask back to Faulkner who got up and left. "*cough* H-How..wh-what are you doing here?" she stammered the boy shyly rubbed the back of his head.

"I saw you leaving the basement you looked haunted.." he said sadly "I didn't mean for you to find out like that." he said taking Faulkner's spot next to her, grimacing when he smelled the alcohol on her person the albino shook her head. "Don't sorry, it was probably for the best I find out now then later." She knowing full well if Ratonhnhaké:ton had kept his parentage from her she would've been on guard and suspicious of him for the rest of their lives, the two sat on that dock for the rest of the morning exchanging stories and how much had changed since they'd last seen each other. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton was amazed how Otsi'tsa escaped from the orphanage by rebelling and starting a riot, it was shocking to say the least considering she was the most timid and cautious child in their tribe, mainly due to her condition and her father's over protectiveness, she wouldn’t even harm a rabbit unless she was positive she wouldn't get in trouble! The Albino wasn't even phased when Ratonhnhaké:ton was given orders by the spirits to seek out the Creed and help stop the Templars, she felt he was meant for something greater in life that something wasn't staying with their tribe.     

She informed him they had a lot of work ahead of them, and he had better be prepared because the Old man wasn't the one he had to worry about, "I'm one harsh teacher." She teased causing Ratonhnhaké:ton to playfully bump her shoulder. "Sure you are!" he hummed as they got up to raced back the manor. Needless to say Achilles was unimpressed that two of his students were late, dirty and smelled like a bar! Nor was he impressed by the "will they? won't they?" game they played with each other through the years, But that is a story for another day!            

~End~

[balladofthesadcat]

The Bracer

The Bracer

 Pairing: older!Jacob Frye x female!reader

Summary: After the ending of the training of young assassins-to-be, the three children of Jacob and (Y/N) (James (eldest), Oliver (middle) and Mary (youngest)) are then taken away by beloved aunt Evie and uncle Henry and the parents then engage in some very different adult activities. One round definitely isn’t enough and stamina is never questioned, age never posing a problem.

Word count: 4824

Warnings and explanations: reader insert, (Y/N) = Your Name, (y/e/c) = your eye colour, LEMON/SMUT, handjob and oral. Fluff, no worries.

Notes: Requested by a lovely anon a long-long time ago. This is dedicated to them and to @marshmallow--3 because I suspected she’d also be delighted. 😊 Please enjoy the read, everyone!

Comments are always welcome.

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- Alright, sprouts, the final task for you today should be relatively easy now. All we need you to do is sneak up on us.

- Without us noticing you, of course. – Jacob chimed in, brushing some invisible dust off of his wife’s shoulders as he came up next to her, a bunch of throwing knives gathered in one of his hands. (Y/N) nodded.

- Sneak up on us and surround us, thus announcing our capture, so to say. Is that clear? – (Y/N) finished speaking, hands behind her back as she stood straight, looking nothing short of a strict teacher. Jacob did not fail to mirror the image either and the two of them looked just imposing enough to let the kids know that despite this being the closing of today’s training for them, they should not take it less seriously.

One pair of warm, hazel eyes and two pairs of (y/e/c) stared back into the mentors’.

- Understood. – they replied in unison.

- Very good. – (Y/N) murmured, a ghost of a smile curling the left corner of her lips upwards in an endearingly crooked way.

- What are you? – Jacob asked the kids, chin raised a tad, looking expectant.

- Assassins. – James, the oldest, replied instantly, not suppressing his rascal of a grin that was an eerie but heart-warming replica of his father’s.

- A team. – Oliver continued, mirroring his mother’s stance and placing his own hands behind his back as well.

- And family. – Mary finished in a solemn tone, squaring her broad shoulders.

(Y/N) and Jacob exchanged a quick and undeniably proud glance and then turned away from their three children, heading from the middle of the yard to the door that led back to their house. Three pairs of eyes followed their steps until Jacob opened the door for his beloved and just then, the youngest, Mary cleared her throat and asked:

- But what about our… weapons?

(Y/N) stopped and turned back to them.

- This time you’ll have to capture your target without the help of them. Spare the inside of our home the damage, would you? – she chuckled, sending a wink their way. – You will find yourselves in situations where you’ll have nothing on you, not even your hidden blades. No smoke grenades, no knives, not a single weapon of your making. You will have to make use of your surroundings. This will be a fine test of that. Find us in one of the rooms in exactly a minute. If you manage to appear before us without ruining your cover, consider us captured and your mission successful, your training concluded for today. – And with that, she and Jacob disappeared behind the closing door.

The three young apprentices turned to each other to discuss their approach.

- I believe it would be the best to scale the walls and find their location looking through the windows. – Mary suggested.

- We wouldn’t want them to hear us moving around in the house in search of them if we can avoid that. – James agreed.

- And if they are in the library… No windows there… Well, then we’ll just have to find a way to distract them to give us a moment to slip in through a door. – Oliver added.

After a minute, they ran towards the wall and began scaling it, checking the windows to find the location of their targets.

- Oh, poppycock! – James cursed under his breath. - I knew they wouldn’t let us off the hook so easily… - he groaned once they met on the roof.

- They are in the library, aren’t they? – Oliver asked, already knowing.

- What are we waiting for then? They won’t move, but we should. – Mary waved her hand for her brothers to follow her and dropped down, catching a ledge and soon slipping through the window into what currently functioned as the family’s armoury. Her brothers on her heel, the three made their way towards the family library. To their misfortune, it of course had no windows. But to their luck, it had two doors. Through one’s keyhole they could see that their parents were sitting beside the table at the front, Jacob facing the door they were at currently, (Y/N) with her back to the other, fixing something on his bracer as he had his forearm laid on her lap. This, of course, provided them with at least some alleviation, the other door being selected as their means of entry. They just needed a distraction now to give them a moment when they could enter without being noticed.

- They must know that we expect them to come in through the door we left… unchecked. – (Y/N) mused as she was tinkering away with the straps of Jacob’s bracer.

- Surely, love. That’s the trap. But they should find a way, that’s the challenge. I’m curious to see how they’ll manage-- Ow! – he hissed, the short sound bringing back a momentary memory of his youthful and huffish fire as he felt the straps tighten too much around his arm.

- Hush now, Sir Jacob Frye of the House of Tenderness! – (Y/N) loosened the straps once more and leaned forward, pecking his nose. – We’ll need to replace these soon, they won’t hold if you get into a more demanding predicament.

- I suppose… But no need to wound me to prove that, dearest Wife of the House of Cruelty. – Jacob teased, leaning forward, chin tilted expectantly, though still watching the door.

- My most sincere apologies, mister. – (Y/N)’s voice rippled smoothly, providing him with the gentle kisses on his chin and lips that he was silently demanding.

All of a sudden, three smaller figures emerged, two from under the table and one from behind a bookcase, surrounding them.

- In the name of free will, you are surrounded! – Oliver claimed.

- For the theft of all that is good, you are hereby under arrest! – James stated.

- Hand over your valuables or you shall pay with your life! – Mary finished.

Jacob let out a hearty laugh, palming his left cheek as he was slowly shaking his head, babbling through his laughter about how perfect an execution that was and how they unintentionally provided their own kids with an easy distraction. (Y/N) had to agree, they never even saw them coming. Sometimes you would get so lucky.

- Alright now, go and get changed before your aunt and uncle get here. – (Y/N) said, ruffling each kid’s hair quickly before sending them off with a nod.

Not that much later, just as the kids were touching upon beginning to complain about their empty stomachs at lunchtime, the front door opened to reveal Evie and Henry, in time, as promised, ready to whisk them away for a day, sleepover included.

- Who’s cooking, auntie? – James inquired, not even trying to hide his eagerness.

- You’ll be happy to know that you are going to be treated to the finest samples of cuisine from India, prepared by… – Evie replied readily, a warm smile gracing her kind, freckled face, only to be interrupted by another eager kid.

- Yeeeeessssss! Oh, I cannot wait to burn my throat with all the spices! Oh, thank you, Henry! – Oliver clapped his hands together, already licking his lips in anticipation.

- You three should join me and help me. You know, it is not so tricky at all. – Henry suggested.

- In all honesty… I will do anything that gets me to that steaming and full plate. – Mary sighed, staring wide-eyed and intently at Henry.

- Alright now, get lost, you five. Be well, be fed and behave. All of you. All of you.  – Jacob stepped over, a chuckle bubbling in the back of his throat, eyebrows wiggling as he looked at his sister and her husband. Evie just shook her head and then went to exchange a pair of cheek kisses with (Y/N) and a warm hug with Jacob before enveloping the two boys with her arms, Henry following suit with Mary at his side after saying his own goodbyes to the parents.

- And off they go. – (Y/N) sighed happily, closing and locking the front door. She was about to turn back to Jacob when she was gathered in his strong arms and snatched right up from the floor, soon being maneuvered into a bridal style hold and taken into the cozy living room.

- And now, my dearest love, until we have our kids back, I order for there to be no words uttered about anything other than me and your love for me. – Jacob announced, spinning around with (Y/N) in his arms as she laughed, a sweet sound to his ears.

- As if you’d let me focus on anything that doesn’t concern you. – she teased, still chuckling after. – Not that I had any other plans. – she reassured him.

- Perfect, perfect. I promise to provide the same for you in return. Just as I should. – he nodded, spinning around twice in the opposite direction now.

- Not to bother you one bit, love, but… - (Y/N) cleared her throat. - …may I inquire about your plans concerning my release from your hold? I would very much enjoy spending some time back on the ground as well.

Jacob gasped with fake horror.

- Ah! You doubt my endurance? Are we back to this again? After almost twenty years of knowing each other? After all this time? After all this love? Oh, you are on the quest to finally end my heart’s beating once and for all today, you must be. – he closed his eyes, only holding his wife closer to himself, his arms trembling not even once though.

(Y/N) puffed, wriggling in his hold but finding that he wouldn’t budge, just kissed his leather-clothed shoulder instead.

- Never, not even for a moment. You are not even at your prime, it is obvious, so I wouldn’t even think about it. – she said lowly, with a honeyed voice, knowing well how that was exactly what and how Jacob wanted to hear, seeing a tiny smirk appear in swift response too. Their eyes locked then and their smiles, somehow, became the exact copies of each other. Jacob twirled them around once more and then carefully placed her back on her feet.

- Thank you. Now, take off that bracer, I’ll deal with it quickly. – (Y/N) gestured towards his arm, turning and beginning to walk to the room where they’d usually take care of such things. But a hand with a firm hold on her shoulder stopped her.

- Say that again. – Jacob said quietly, standing right behind her, hand almost leaving her shoulder but still maintaining the faintest of connection with it.

- Take off your bracer…?

- Again.

- Take off your bracer.

- And again.

- Take it off. – (Y/N) repeated, not really understanding what he was onto at the moment.

- As you wish. – he purred, voice smooth as velvet, hand trailing down her back to grasp her waist and pull her back, towards the mahogany table at the wall. He quickly twirled her around and helped her sit up on the piece of furniture, the skirt of her dress pooling around her, creating such a beautiful sight for him that he stopped for a moment before returning to himself, the look in his eyes sincere, giving away everything that he felt and every thought running through his mind then.

Now (Y/N) was quickly understanding what sort of idea he had in mind. What a sudden turn in behaviour, compared to how sweetly he was almost dancing with her in his arms just a few moments ago. But oh, she didn’t mind. Jacob had his eyes casted on his forearm, his other hand working to slowly free it from the bracer. Who knew that this small action could be so erotic already? Somehow, as he unfastened the straps and pulled on them, one by one, his entire being just emanated a deliciously predatory, but perfectly calculated, refined aura. The piece of equipment was soon laid beside (Y/N) and Jacob made sure to lean close to and over her as he did that, blowing a gentle kiss just over her shoulder, but not actually touching it with his lips just yet. He stepped back then.

- Do you wish me to continue, (Y/N)? – he whispered, looking her straight in the eyes.

Oh, that hidden but still so obvious straightforwardness. (Y/N) already felt a tingling sensation in her groin and she blushed the faintest of blushes, her thighs closing together under her dress.

- I want you to continue, Jacob. – she replied bravely.

Now that excited him greatly. Yet still, he was taking his time. No rushing now, they would enjoy this thoroughly. His movements were collected, precise, but the gleam in his eyes full of delicious mischief and desire for one woman, his woman only, watching his little show before him, seated and fidgeting excitedly on the beautifully carved table. He wiggled his shoulders with grace, letting his leather coat fall on the floor behind him. He loosened his belts and straps around his hips and made quite a show of how he pulled them off of himself, dropping them also to the floor with quite a scenical movement. His vest shimmied down his arms and fell with a slight twirl next. He turned to give (Y/N) a full view of his back as he revealed it, throwing the shirt on the gathering pile of clothes on the floor as well. Suddenly, he felt her nimble fingers grasp the waistband of his trousers and tug on it, pulling him back and closer to her.

- Ah, aren’t you the greatest showman, Jacob. – it was more of a statement than a question and she giggled, tracing his back with gentleness, marveling at each inch of skin, her breath growing heavier by the moment. Her dress felt tight, the tall collar not helping the situation at all. She couldn’t see, but there was a proud, toothy grin beaming on her husband’s face. He leaned back a little, supporting himself with his hands planted on her thighs, gripping just enough so she could feel a nice hold through the fabric. The way his body was angled now made his muscles even more prominent and she couldn’t help herself – not that she needed any excuse -, she leaned in and placed one, single, gentle kiss on the spot between his shoulder blades. She continued adding more while her hands slowly worked their way up and down Jacob’s back, turning the touches into an enjoyable massage. She made sure to give every part the attention it deserved – shoulders, waist included. As she continued working her magic, at some point her lips parted and she bit down on the side of his neck, catching the skin carefully but firmly with her teeth and sucking on the spot, as if she was just announcing her true desire. The response was more than positive, Jacob’s head dropped and his eyes closed, a frown of joy prominent and a deep growl erupting from his throat. (Y/N) released him with her teeth for just a moment until she found a new spot and took a greater hold there, now making sure that this action did leave a mark, enjoying the elongated sound it drew from her lover. Her hands somehow sneaked over to his front, greeting the patch of hair on his chest and the tattoos with a familiar touch before sliding down quickly to the button on his trousers. She made quick work of it to allow them entry under the piece of clothing and wasted no time in grabbing his hardening cock, earning herself another fiery growl. For a while she was content with just teasing the shaft over his underwear, meanwhile dancing from the left side of his neck to the right, biting and licking and leaving marks everywhere, humming in satisfaction, but then, when she felt his grip on her thighs tightening, she granted him salvation and slipped both hands in his underwear, not torturing him any further and wrapping them around his cock, fully erect and ready for anything and everything.

- Be my good man now, love. – she whispered in his ear, giving him a soft sigh with only the hint of a moan to excite him even more. Jacob hummed in response, struggling to give a proper answer, but she didn’t expect that from him anyway. Her hands had him in a firm hold, pumping and tugging, sometimes surprisingly squeezing, to chivy him towards his joy. He struggled with his stance, not wanting to slip nor crush her with his weight, but as she kept on going with such merciless passion, he found it quite difficult.

- Goodness… Fuck! – he grunted, throwing his head back on (Y/N)’s shoulder, giving her easy access to attack his throat with her tongue, giving it sensual licks that only made his chase of pleasure even wilder. For the briefest of moments he wondered if this was proper, finishing before even granting anything to his beloved, but then he settled with a yes, thinking that if she didn’t want that, she wouldn’t be doing what she was then. And soon enough, his hips bucked into her touch as he reached his orgasm, shouting with pleasure and praise, withstanding the slumping and wild trembling of his own legs, feeling the warm spurts of his cum coat his stomach.

- There’s a right man… That’s it… Ride it out. – (Y/N) murmured in his ear, breathing heavily on purpose to make the experience, every single second, even better for him.

Once he had calmed down, Jacob freed a deep sigh from his lungs. (Y/N) removed her hands and licked them clean before patting the small of his back to tell him to step away from her. She slid down from the table then and descended onto her knees, placing her hands on Jacob’s hips to just help him clean off, licking his stomach and the tip of his member thoroughly, giving it a final suck just to tease him, not failing to notice the shudder that ran through him at that.

- I just… (Y/N)… You are everything. – Jacob mumbled above her, making her smile.

- Even after all these years? – she asked, looking up at him, working on his boots now to help free him from them, watching as he stepped out of each and threw them aside.

- Yes. Well, what can I say? You are that special. – he answered with a deep chuckle. It was such a sweet moment that for that they both forgot what they were doing, losing track of Jacob’s almost complete nakedness. Then he stepped away and got rid of the remaining obstacles to his nudity as well and when (Y/N) stood up, he grabbed her hips firmly, lifting her up and striding over to the sofa, throwing her down on it.

- Now, if you’ll allow me. – he smirked, winking at her playfully. He gathered the layers of her skirt at her hips with one hand and got rid of her boots and knickers with the other, his movement still perfectly calculated but a lot quicker now. His chest was heaving from his excitement and his lips were slightly parted as he admired every bit of her body which he uncovered. (Y/N) wiggled her upper half playfully, indicating that she was very much ready to be relieved of her restrictions as well. And Jacob wasted no time. He released her skirt and pulled her up into a sitting position, embracing and kissing her deeply and wildly while his hands worked at the strings and buttons of her dress and then corset, easing her top half out of the first and then the latter, never once breaking the kiss, stealing much of her breath away so when they broke apart she had to gasp and keep her eyes closed to try and stay focused. Jacob was masterly with getting her out of her dress and corset completely, but even so, her underwear suffered a quick and fateful end as he tore at it while pulling it off of her.

- Finally. – he growled, staring down at her, taking in her unshrouded nudity, every curve and contour, every mark and scar, the shades of colours. – Mmm… Mrs. Frye, it appears you are quite… ready? – he provoked her sweetly, tracing his fingers over her taut nipples with one hand, shifting in his spot to sit closer to her.

- You can’t even imagine how much. – (Y/N) whispered, gulping and letting out a shaky breath at his gentle touch.

- Perfect. Let’s not waste any more time then, I’m quite eager myself to give you a thoroughly loving fucking which you so deserve. – he pushed on her stomach gently so she would lie on her back before him, making sure to imprint the image of her eager yet just a bit timid blush and dilated pupils in his mind for the rest of his days.

Jacob slid back on the sofa before her and lowered himself on his forearms then, positioning his head over her crotch.

- Open up, (Y/N). Let me in. – he breathed, his gaze alone making her shudder and throw her head back with a moan as she complied and parted her thighs for him, welcoming him with all that she was. Jacob’s gaze caressed the rosy skin, the lips of her womanhood, her clit prominently aching for his treatment, wetness already making her skin glisten so beautifully that he himself had to swallow for a moment of composure. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her opening, planting the most gentle butterfly kiss on it, making (Y/N) gasp.

- Sing for me. I must hear you. Don’t deprive me of your sounds, I beg of you. – he stated before he closed his eyes and truly began.

His lips trembled with desire and he pressed them against her lips again and again, letting her feel each shudder of love vibrate against her, warming up every inch of skin. His arms were hooked under her legs, hands gripping her thighs again, making sure to leave an enjoyable mark there with time.

- Ah! – she cried sharply and loudly, her hands fisting as she felt Jacob’s tongue dart out from between his lips and lick a seductive line up one side of her opening before coming back down the other. He repeated the motion a few times, delighting in her voice reaching different heights and depths as he did before pressing his tongue flat against her. Already his lips and chin were coated in her fluids but it felt like he had opened up a new gate when he suddenly thrusted his tongue inside of her, rolling it upwards and pulling it out, flicking her clit with it before pulling away for a moment.

- Again… - (Y/N) pleaded, voice low and longing. Jacob complied.

- Again…! – she repeated, moaning in delight. Jacob complied.

- Again! – she begged him, needy and wanting, a single tear of frustrated joy rolling down the side of her face and disappearing on the soft cushion under her head. Jacob complied.

He repeated the motion before sucking hard on her clit, shaking his head slightly to cause a different friction against her and each time his tongue delved back into her he gripped her harsher, trusting it deeper, arching the tip better, teasing her further. His movements quickened gradually, the same way as (Y/N)’s voice grew louder. And suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, her orgasms washed over her, juices erupting against his lips and flowing down his throat, her thighs attempted to snap closed had it not been for his firm hold on them. He made sure to gather everything, groaning and moaning as he did so, providing a sultry undertone to her pleasured whimpers. Satisfaction was written all over his face as he glanced up at her who was trying to recover from the waves. He gave a tender bite to each of her inner thighs, patting where he bruised them with his hold before making his way up her body with affectionate and wet kisses, leaving no spot untouched, playfully nipping at her breasts for a minute before burying his face in the crook of her neck, just showering the space with kisses and breathing in her scent for a while, waiting for her to wrap her arms around him.

When she did, he needed no words, and when she pushed him down on her, he understood her perfectly. He anchored himself with his mouth latching onto her collarbone and helped his almost painfully hardened and ready cock into her entrance with one hand, sliding it in patiently, carefully, ready to stop if it was even slightly unpleasant for her, but sighing happily once he was fully sheathed in her warmth, feeling how her walls clenched around him briefly. He then plopped back onto both arms, whispering inaudible sentiments into her skin before pulling his hips back and gently moving them forward again, delicious tightness all around him, (Y/N)’s pleasant moans starting up instantly again.

Jacob continued moving at a slow but steady pace, giving a deep growl of approval when (Y/N) pushed her thighs against his sides and began swaying her hips together with him, in perfect erotic harmony. It was just like dancing, they fit together seamlessly. He began uttering dirty phrases of praise, noticing how her legs shuddered with each one and how her breath hitched sometimes, letting him know how much it delighted her and once he raised his head to place a few bites along her jawline, he felt her rocking her hips wildly against him in a sudden and powerful orgasm. He kept on moving his hips all through it, helping her enjoy it.

But he didn’t stop. When he knew she was done, panting and spent, he raised up, enveloped her in his arms and pulled her up with him, moving around a bit until he could sit back with his back supported, her on his lap, their sensual connection never broken. And then he changed his whole pace, starting the dance anew, beginning to thrust up into her harshly, much more wantonly, burying his face in her bosom and moaning helplessly there. (Y/N) encased him in her arms in a firm hold, clinging to him almost desperately as his motions urged her to bounce rhythmically on his lap, sliding up and down his cock fast, meeting each upwards slap in time with her descent, each encounter stark and maddeningly delicious. And Jacob wasn’t going to let up now, that both of them knew. They continued, somehow reaching deeper and going faster, moans turning into helpless cries as they chased that high, that sweet precipice together, movement becoming more and more erratic until finally, finally, (Y/N)’s body palpitated, shook with such force that it pulled Jacob along and they stilled, twitching violently on occasion while they were ravaged and consumed by their orgasms, bodies lost in the immense sensation.

Jacob was the first to open his eyes and he smiled, genuinely, boyishly, at the sight of his wife’s happy and exhausted expression. He reached up to touch her oh so gently, carefully, brushing his fingertips over her trembling lips, feeling as they pulled into a smile under them. He slowly and carefully leaned back until he was completely lying down, pulling her along, letting her sprawl over him.

- There now… There we go… Perfect…  - He mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

At one point, he slipped his softened member out of her and they continued to rest, perfectly content with their state and position there as they were.

- … (Y/N)? – he asked after a while, not really breaking the silence with his soft-spoken call.

- Yes? – she responded.

Jacob bit his lips, already smirking, trying to swallow his giggle back.

- I hope you don’t think we’re done. – he finally said, one of his hands appearing on her butt and giving it a firm squeeze, making her yelp and then laugh freely.

As he flipped the two of them over and sat back, pulling her back by her legs so her hips would be raised for him, she was still laughing, but already drawing him in with the inviting and seductive twinkle in her eyes.

Fixing his bracer would have to wait… more.

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Candyman

Steve McGarrett x wife!Reader

2.6k words

tickling, gets a little smutty but not too bad

This was yet another lovely request from @supergirl000983 where she asked me to write about Mcgarrett's wife being super ticklish so he ties her to the bed naked and tickles her every where. I changed things up a little bit, dear, but hopefully you like it!

It had barely been a month since you said your ‘I do’s’ and you were still adjusting to married life. Moving into the McGarrett home didn’t take you long seeing as your tiny apartment only held so much. Steve had tried to get you to move in with him a year ago but you insisted on keeping your own place. The apartment was closer to your job and it was your own personal space. Now that you were Mrs. Steven McGarrett, you were fine with giving up your bachelorette pad and joining your life with the Commander. It was nice to have a large house to call your own, share every space with the love of your life, wake up every morning with your best friend. But now that the honeymoon was over, you were starting to realize what living with another person was truly like.

Not that Steve was a messy or disorganized person, he was was actually pretty particular about things. Not to mention, the Commander was a morning person, up hours before you spending time running and swimming and whatever else. The guy was an amazing cook though which meant he made most meals which was fine with you. But the guy did not know how to properly do laundry, which left you with that job. You didn’t do windows and he didn’t like to do floors, so there was a lot of compromising and dividing chores in order to make living together smoother. It would take time to mesh your daily routines and little habits together under one roof. But you had married the guy, so you were clearly willing to do whatever it took to make it work.

Safe to say that marriage life was more complicated than you had originally planned. Especially when you were married to the head of five-0. Crazy hours, near death experiences, late nights, phone calls on high speed chases. Not to mention the bloody clothes, the gun holsters, bullet proof vests and now the military dog that Steve had taken in. When you weren’t worried out of your mind you were clinging to the damn SEAL like your life depended on it. Eddie wasn’t a bad companion during the evenings and weekends you were home. He liked to help you clean up after your dinners alone and watch television with you on the couch. But as hard as it was, you wouldn’t change a minute of it. You loved your life with Steve and every second with him was precious.

Today you had gotten off work early and were more than ready to get home and take advantage of your free time. As soon as you stepped into the house, Eddie had jumped at you barking with excitement. Being in a good mood all day, you shared in his excitement and lavished him with pets and kisses. You wasted no time in stripping out of your work clothes and after switching on your mp3 player you jumped in the shower. Steve didn’t really like your taste in music so you only got to blare it when he wasn’t home. And when you talked to your husband last, it would be awhile before he was home. So you sang and danced along to the music as you washed up. The singing and dancing continued even after you climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you.

You practically hopped down the stairs to plug your player into the stereo and crank up the music even louder. Eddie even began to join in as you twisted your hips and bounced about. You shimmied into the kitchen, feeding the dog before you hustled to the fridge for the bottle of wine. You squealed with excitement when one of your favorite songs came on. Christina Aguilera's voice flowed through the speakers like honey and you couldn’t help but smile wide. Pouring the red liquid into a wine glass you danced across the kitchen to begin cooking up your lunch.

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night

He really had me working up an appetite

He had tattoos up and down his arm

There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

The words left your lips from memory, thinking about a certain Navy Commander that this song always reminded you of. Unbeknownst to you as you busied yourself in the kitchen, that the front door had been unlocked and a special visitor had stepped in. The man’s nose wrinkled when he heard the music booming through the house but it quickly changed to a smile when he faintly heard your voice mingling with the pop star’s. Steve held a finger to his lips to silence Eddie who had ran to greet him, going unnoticed by his female owner. The Commander pet the dog in passing before making his way to the kitchen.  

A wide grin spread on his face when he spotted you, your ass shaking in your little white towel as you sipped your wine. His tall frame leaned against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched silently. You were a sight to behold. Taking spices from the shelves, tossing in vegetables, all the while swiveling your hips and bouncing in place. He was surprised you had been able to keep that towel on with how much you were moving around. Your damp hair was flopping about as your head moved with your singing. From time to time, you would use your glass as your microphone before sipping from it.

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop

He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man

A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman

While you were continuing on as if no one was watching, Steve had advanced toward you. The words fell fondly from your lips before you licked across your plump lips before taking the bottom one between your teeth. He couldn’t see your face but he could always tell when you were chewing on your lip and it always drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait any longer and when you broke into the next part of the song, his arms came to wrap around your waist, his mouth coming to the crook of your neck.

You squealed nearly dropping your wine, causing Steve to laugh against your skin. The breath and the feel of his stubble against your skin caused you to break into giggles. Steve’s face spread into a wide smile before he began to blow a raspberry into your neck and you squealed with laughter. Before you could spill your precious alcohol, you set it down by the stove and turned around to face your husband. You tried to keep a stern angry face but seeing his blue eyes dazzle you just couldn’t pull it off. Instead, your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled yourself up on your tiptoes to plant a loving kiss against his lips. The song continued as the Commander slid his hands down your back to cup your ass. You bit your bottom lip once again.

Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot

When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot

He had lips like sugar cane

Good things come to boys who wait

You sang along before gently pushing him away with your hands on his chest, your tongue sliding sinfully over your pink lips. You could see the disappointment and yet arousal in your husband’s eyes but you simply smirked. Turning around, you went back to your meal, not wanting to burn it like the last time he had snuck in on you. Your hips and ass moved more emphatically now as you finished and plated your food. For your teasing, Steve planted a firm slap to your toweled behind and it only made you shake it again.

Once the stove was off and you walked around the kitchen island, you set your plate on the table and turned to look over your shoulder. Your husband had brought himself right up behind you, his large hands finding your hips and pulling your back against his front. His hands slowly began to slide up your sides, fingers tapping and gently moving against the towel your naked body was hiding under. You bit your lip  to try and suppress the giggle that was threatening to erupt at the touch. He knew how ticklish you were and he knew exactly what he was doing. But you weren’t about to break. You had food to eat and you tried to act disinterested.

He's a one stop shop with a real big uh

He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman

This time it was Steve that sang along with the words. He was right against your ear now, his hot breath falling against your skin and making you tremble. Your eyes had widened when you heard the words from his mouth, wondering when he had learned the words to a song he claimed to hate. You could feel him smirking against your skin when he began to kiss lightly down your neck. It tickled and yet burned and yet sent shivers down your spine. Your head lulled back to rest against his chest, your bottom lip pinned between your teeth as your eyes closed. You hated that you always caved so easily for this man and yet you loved every second of it.

A moan left your lips when his hand lifted to glide lightly over the skin of your chest. Your collarbone, the top of your breasts. The feeling caused you to tremble and a small laugh pushed through your bit lip. Both hands now gripped your sides and spun you around to face him, his lips finding and capturing yours in a fiery kiss. When your arms came up to wrap around his neck, he was swift to wrap his hands around your wrists and put your hands behind your head. “Keep them up.” He gave a low grown as a wicked smirk spread across his face. You pouted dramatically but your head nodded your compliance.

His hands slowly made their way down your forearms, over your elbows, down the inside of your arm. When his fingers glided over the sensitive skin of your underarms, your body wriggled as you choked a quiet laugh. This only further encouraged him, his grin growing as his hands carried on down. He easily unhooked the towel and it fell to the floor, leaving your cool naked body standing before him in the kitchen. You let out a slow breath as you held eye contact, your skin turning a faint shade of red. Even after all these years, he could still make you blush. The way he looked at you like he could just eat you up, the predatory gaze he held, it was always too much.

He gently caressed you for a few moments before you saw that wicked gleam in his eyes and your blood ran cold. “Don’t you dare, Steven!” You squealed. But it was not enough. His hands immediately began to tickle you relentlessly, sending you into a fit of loud laughter. Your hands didn’t remain behind your head, instead they moved in front of your  body to try and shield you from Steve’s attacks. His mouth joined his hands in the tickles by coming to your neck, blowing and biting to make your writhe within his grasp. “Stop!” You cried breathlessly between screams of giggles.

Once you were out of breath and sitting on the kitchen table, Steve seemed satisfied. He stopped his assault and brought a sweet kiss to your lips. You slapped him against the chest but your breathless laugh and your dazzling eyes gave away your contentment. He stared at you for a moment, a warm smile taking over his features. With one arm around your waist, his other hand moved to draw a line down your middle. The rough digit sliding between your breasts, over your stomach, around your navel, and against your inner thigh. The feeling left you between a laugh and a gasp. The calloused skin against your smoothness was both ticklish and erotic.

Impatient, he pushed your back flat against the table and positioned himself between your legs. His hands came around your wrists again and before you could blink, he had pulled a pair of cuffs from his pocket. And just like that you were cuffed to the chair on the other side of the table, keeping your arms above your head. This left your naked body exposed to him to do with as he wished and you had no way to defend yourself. Your legs wrapped around his trim waist, pulling him against you as he grinned, leaning forward to flick his tongue against your chest.

With just one finger on each hand, he was able to torture you. He drug his fingers over your armpits and the tips met at your collarbone before the moved down the valley between your breasts. Parting again, his fingers made light circles around your breasts, spiraling around on their way up to the tip of your supple mounds. Your body tried to wiggle under his touch but instead you could only tighten your legs around his middle. The soft touches were tickling you oh, so good and after his fingertips flicked your nipples, he returned to your collarbone. The slow torture continued as his fingers slid through the valley and down your stomach, causing you to writhe again. One finger circled your belly button for a moment before he touched softly over your hipbones.

It was like he enjoyed to torture you like this. He knew that not only did it cause you to giggle and writhe like crazy, it also turned you like nothing else. His name fell from your lips as a half laugh, half moan and he hummed in approval. He had not planned on any of this when he decided to come home early. He hadn’t even expected you to be home. He was going to get cleaned up maybe go for a swim and have dinner ready for you by the time you got home. But he liked the way things were turning out much better. You gave him an evil glare as his finger dared to ruffle the little tuft of hair between your legs. He just gave a wide grin, his thumb replacing his pointer finger.

The pad of his thumb flattened over your hooded mound, rubbing circles against the moist skin. His other hand caught you off guard by ghosting his fingers over the sensitive skin of your pelvic bone down to your inner thighs. It was hard to focus on just one sensation. So instead you were overwhelmed by the great love and need for this man. You struggled against the cuffs, wanting more than anything to touch your husband but he shook his head. His lips came down to suck your hard nipple while both hands skated up and down your sides lightly, only continuing to send you into a tizzy.

“God damn it, Steve! Either tickle me or fuck me, I can’t do this anymore!” Your exasperated exclamation only caused him to laugh before he brought his lips to yours, his hands resting on your hips. They no longer tickled, his thumbs just made smooth circles in the dip of your bone. Softly molding his lips against yours, he pressed his pelvis against your core, giving you more friction that you needed.

When he pulled away, he hummed against your lips with a smile. He continued to grind against you, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “So that means I win the tickle fight. Again.” Your eyes rolled and you both laughed and it led to another loving kiss. “Bet you wish that I was ticklish, huh?”

You couldn’t help the grin as your feet pushed against his ass. “Just shut up, Candyman and give me some sugar.” His brows wiggled, giving a quick yes ma’am, he began to strip himself to do exactly that.