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k0yaz · 4 months ago

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hey can you do a clorinde fanfic, where there’s a party in Fontaine and she gets like jealous of the amount of attention we’re getting from other people. And she like takes the reader to a private place to blur out her protectiveness but we like tease her about being jealous so she ends up confessing😻 (sorry this was long af💀)

sweet nothings.

Pairings: clorinde x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, jealousy, alcohol mention, weird guy trying to hit on u idk, teeny tiny bit of clorinde getting violent woah, protective grape lady awawawawa, uh oh she gets mad at for a sec, confessions idk??? GIRLS KISSING WEEWOOOWEEWOOO, navia is so lucky fr ngl, not proofread

A/N: WAAA IM OUT OF TEA 🕯️ oooo I like this emoji also navia is so lucky to have this woman I’m crying

Indistinct chatter circled the room of the banquet hall upon entering, making your eyes glance from side to side to observe the lavish interior of the hall. Each corner of the luxurious enclosure was packed to the brim with crowds of well dressed men and women, all standing upright in a distinctive manner, almost seeming insincere in their sophisticated habits. You blinked as you felt a shoulder push up against yours, brushing your silk clothing from behind. Clorinde made her way beside you, gently pushing her way through the congested crevices of the crowd.

“Mm. It took you long enough.” You snickered, earning an unamused scoff from Clorinde as she folded her arms to observe the atmosphere of the space. Despite being the champion duelist of Fontaine, Clorinde was never a huge fan of posh celebrations with many people. It wasn’t that she reserved from crowds or sheepish when interacting with other people, as being the champion duelist often would include public display before many.

Rather, it was the nagging feeling she would experience whenever some rich snob would enthusiastically speak with you, brushing his or her hand along your shoulder with a noticable covetous look in their eyes. The disgusting intentions behind their friendly demeanor made her want to circle her arm around your waist and pull you flush against her, making it clear for said person to take their hands off of you. Plus, the crowds furnishing said area would bring a sort of unease to her in a way, discomforting her when seeing the off-putting facades of others to keep up their image.

You immediately grasped Clorinde’s gloved hand, squeezing her palm flush against yours as your fingers locked between hers. Feeling her tense hand relax, you flashed her a sweet smile, attempting to reassure her that she wouldn’t have to worry about anything. That this party was just going to be a quick come and go event the two of you were invited to. She reluctantly nodded, bringing her free hand up and pushing her hat back to crease her forehead slightly.

“Sorry. There’s nothing you need to worry about. You can just enjoy yourself, (Name).” She replied, trying to uphold her stoic front in an attempt to hide any strong emotions. You shrugged in response, letting go of her hand as you decided to not look too much into Clorinde’s words. After all, she hasn’t been the most expressive person around. Yet nevertheless, she was your friend whom you cared so deeply for—so it wouldn’t hurt to keep a quick eye on her every moment or so to make sure she was fine. After all, you didn’t want anyone trying to snatch up your charming lady.

“If you say so, Clorinde.”

You forced your way through the cramped groups of people in the hall, finding your way to the alcohol station on the other side of the room. Looking over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy wrenching your chest upon seeing Clorinde already partaking in a conversation with a stranger. You shook your head, pushing your way to the alcohol station in order to concern yourself with how you were going to spend your own time here.

A thin glass of champagne suddenly slid your way, slightly hitting your elbows situated on the table. You perked up, a little perplexed at the sudden glass filled with freshly filled champagne before you. Did this hall have some sort of strange automatic serving system?

“I’m up here.”

A low voice called out, placing a hand on the table before you as you heard the click of a tongue. Looking up, you were met with the sight of a seemingly wealthy man eyeing you as he poured himself another glass of champagne. You paused, raising an eyebrow before delivering him an awkward smile, shrinking back slightly as he gave you an uncomfortably friendly grin. “Ah. Thanks for the drink.” You hesitated, bringing the glass to your lips as you sipped the alcohol, averting your eyes from the strangely amiable man.

Before long swarms of people circled around you, showering you with attention and flattery as you let out a hearty laugh at their praises. Your face was flushed from the drinks that you had, your….sixth? Seventh..? You didn’t even know which one it was as you let out a laugh from everyone speaking to you with such a profound interest in you. All of a sudden, you noticed that same man who slid you that drink about an hour ago push his way through the array of people bundled up before you, shouldering past them until he stood directly in front of you with a rather odd expression you couldn’t put your finger on.

You raised an eyebrow as he took your hand abruptly, his own face flushed as well. The crowd seemed to part themselves from the two of you, with others on the side also noticing the exchange between you two. Raising an eyebrow, you squinted your eyes as you felt his other hand rest upon your shoulder, a sort of unsettlingly craving sense present in his expression. “What are you even doing…?” You drawled out, not thinking to push him off immediately due to your senses still being foggy. He just let out a hum as his fingers tightened into your shoulder, making you wince from the slight ache.

Your eyes flickered with a slight twinge of distasteful revulsion as he leaned in uncomfortably close to your face, trying to close the distance every time you repelled back from his face.

All of a sudden, he skidded backwards against the floor, being driven back away from you as a shocked expression adorned his face. Your eyebrows raised in slight surprise, not expecting to see Clorinde directly behind him, fingers firmly grasping the back of his collar. Her deadpan eyes pierced into him, leaving a hanging silence in the whole hall upon seeing the whole fiasco pan out before them.

After what seemed like centuries of silence among the party, Clorinde’s low voice broke through the silence as you could sense her annoyance from the way she glared down at the man—who was pathetically scrambling away from her to his own safety. “Get. Away from her.” She hissed, her tone laced with venom. You felt her hand grasp your arm and yank you away from the center of the crowd, hundreds of eyes still fixated on you and tracking your movement as Clorinde dragged you outside the banquet hall.

Once outside, Clorinde rested her arms along the stone lining of the balcony, the cool air grazing your skin as the continued chatter resumed behind you. The muffled noise resounding from the banquet hall was the least of your worries as you saw the duelist reclined against the balcony, eyes aimlessly focused on random sights below the elevated platform. Not understanding the sudden protective action she took, you staggered over to her, step still slightly wobbly from the alcohol in your system.

“Pfft..are you still gonna act like you didn’t just drag me out like a jealous girlfriend-?” You beamed, face tinted a muted red as you leaned against the railing on one arm to grin in Clorinde’s direction. She only huffed in response, lowering her hat bashfully and avoiding eye contact with you.

“He was forcing himself onto you.”

“Ha! No he just thought wrong. I would’ve pushed him away if I wasn’t screwed up right now.”

She grit her teeth in irritation, grasping the white-rocked stone railing. Taking notice of this, the corners of your mouth only raised into an amused smile as you decided to tease her further. “Jeez Clorinde, you’re acting like you’re in love with me or something from how jealous you are-!”

“Because I am!”

She suddenly snapped, looking over at you with a hardened scowl scrunching up her face. You flinched slightly, not expecting the upfront and straightforward expression. Clorinde took a moment to herself, hissing out a frustrated sigh to compose herself as she pinched her nose.

“Hold on. You love me..?” You began with a perplexed look written all over you, slowly pointing your finger toward yourself as if you were trying to affirm that it was in fact you. She let out a sigh of resignation, finally being able to meet your eyes as she took your hands in hers. The breeze swayed her deep purple hair along her face, making her look absolutely breathtaking as her violet eyes softened. Her hold on your palms grew firm, yet tender as she murmured out.

“I do. I don’t know how long I’ve felt like this toward you, (Name). But I do love you.”

The words fell from her lips in a velvety voice that echoed in your mind, making you take a moment to process the sweet statement Clorinde had just uttered. It took a moment to collect yourself. Your face was still bright red, but you weren’t sure it was still from the alcohol now.

“Ugh..why didn’t you just tell me?! I love you too, Clorinde..” you scoffed. Unbelievable. There’s no way she hid this from you for so long. “And I’m not just saying that. The guy was ugly anyway.”

A soft chuckle escaped Clorinde, making her finally smile as her face was dusted with a soft hue of red as well. Without hesitation, her breath fanned against your cheek as she leaned in, dangerously close to your face. Unlike with that odd man in the crowd, you didn’t back away from Clorinde’s touch. Instead, you only leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the warm embrace of her breath hitting your flushed skin.

Your eyes shot open as she pecked a quick kiss to the corner of your lip, a slightly skeptical look crossing your features as you expected more.

“In what way was that fair-?” You huffed, only causing Clorinde to stifle an amused laugh in reply. “Maybe when we get home, love.” She affirmed, making your mind race for a brief moment at her promise. You giggled and cupped her cheeks as her nose brushed against yours, closing your eyes in bliss as the wind delivered a relaxing cold breeze. You sighed softly, pulling away as you straightened your ruffled clothing and hair and took Clorinde’s hand in yours. Both of your gentle expressions harbored a palpable romantic atmosphere between the two of you, the looks on the two of you being equivalent to whispering sweet nothings.

You hummed to yourself as Clorinde brought your hand up, pressing a soft kiss upon your rigid knuckles.

“Let’s just go home, yeah?”

A/N: IM SORRY IT WASNT EXACTLU WHAT YOU REQUESTED I READ IT WRONG also my hair is so oily rn I need to wash it

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anitalenia · 2 years ago

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━━━ 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ₓ˚. ୭

pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader

synopsis: your nerves were shot at hearing the yells of your beloved. you sat upstairs, sulking in your own worry… good thing Lloyd Hansen was there to make it all better.

content includes: mentions of death and what Lloyd does in his free time, sweetheart!reader, soft!lloyd, dom!lloyd, sub!reader, heavy daddy kink because I know Lloyd bout that life, pussy rubbing through panties, pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby girl, princess, pretty, pretty girl, hand holding 💖, sweet kisses, dirty talk af, but it’s also kind of affectionate dirty talk 😭, probably ooc Lloyd

warnings: sexual content 18+, small mention of Lloyd killing someone, a lot of cussing because it’s Lloyd

authors note: Hi everyone! I actually made this a long time ago, but I never finished it. However, I decided that it wasn’t bad enough that I needed to rewrite the entire thing, so I left it as it was and just added an ending. Also, apologies if the ending seems kind of rushed, I didn’t really know to finish it 😭

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YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT bite your lip in anxiety at hearing Lloyds yelling all the way from downstairs. You hated hearing him yell, so accustomed, spoiled even, to his loving coos and gentle whispers. He was angry at his subordinates, yet again, for doing something not good enough to his liking. He always preferred doing things his way. You didn’t know what he was mad about, and you didn’t really want to. Lloyd did his best to keep you away from that side of him, from that side of his life, but that didn’t mean you were naive to the fact it existed.

He reserved his caring side for you, naturally, making sure to leave the guns and murder outside the bedroom door when he would walk in late at night to snuggle up with you. You were thankful for that. But the specks of blood coating his neck and hands, sometimes even smeared across his cheeks, kept you all-too-aware of exactly why you were able to sleep in a two storied mansion on lavish silk sheets.

But, to be fair, you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to be with him.

“Listen to this, you goddamn idiotic pieces of shit. The next time you don’t do your fucking jobs, I’m going to blow your fucking brains out all over that fucking wall! And if you think I’m kidding…”

There was a pause, before a boom sounded from down the stairs that had you jumping out of your skin.

“…I’m not. So, kids, I suggest you listen when I tell you to do something. That way, we can avoid another incident like dead, little Carlos over here. Now get the hell out of my office… make daddy proud.”

You heard the door slam shut; not even meaning to hold your breath until you felt your chest start to burn. You let out a slow exhale, trying to calm your racing nerves. You hated yelling, hated when Lloyd got mad, hated when he let the stress of his job get to him. It made your skin crawl with worry. You clutched the pink blanket between your fingers, sitting on the edge of the bed now, television paused on whatever you were watching before you heard the yelling.

In fact, you were so enraptured in trying to calm yourself down you didn’t even hear the heavy thud of boots on the staircase until they were right outside the door. Your eyes snapped to the direction of the sound once you heard the doorknob squeak, the large frame of Lloyd Hansen quickly filling the threshold once he opened the door and stepped inside the room.

You swallowed down your nerves, his blue eyes quickly meeting yours as he raised his head up, already looking for your face, the one thing that could calm him down during times like this. You ignored the dots of dried blood under his chin, the dried splotch on his forehead. You gave him a sweet, small smile instead, hoping you seemed convincing enough for him to believe you were oblivious to what you just heard.

“There you are…” He cooed in that sweet voice of his reserved for you (and only you), completely different from the murderous tone he wore just moments earlier. A genuine smile lit up on his face as he made his way towards you, wearing that black collared shirt you loved so much, the one that clung to his muscles almost better than you did. You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips when he scooped you up into his broad arms, shoving his face into your neck and tossing you both down onto the mattress.

You landed on your back, a giddy smile on your glossy lips when he quickly adjusted your positions so he was sitting down and you were sitting up on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as he lay his head on your shoulder with a content hum, his eyes closed and small smile playing on his lips. Your legs spread around the thickness of his thighs.

His mustache tickled your skin, and for a brief moment you forgot about everything you were just thinking about, the smell of his sweet cologne hitting your nose and making your tense shoulders relax against him. Having him close like this just made you feel so much better. And with the way he leaned into you, you could only assume he felt the same.

His hands rubbed your back slowly, palms already finding their way under the baggy shirt you wore to feel your skin (one of his of course). Almost like they were taking in the fact that you were actually there, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin on his rough palms to ground him back to reality. Yes, you were real, you were there, right in his arms. Yes, you were okay, and you were so warm.

You snuggled up against him at the tingling feeling, remembering the yelling and worrying that had plagued your thoughts. You tightened your hold around his neck, secretly hoping your hugs could make him feel the silent plea you sent his way. please, stop being so stressed. I’m right here with you. You knew Lloyd would be angry with himself if he knew you overheard him, even though it wasn’t even his fault.

“How’s my pretty girl doin’, hmm?” He hummed into your skin, planting a soft kiss under your ear then leaning his head back so he could look at you clearly. Even sitting on his lap he was still so much bigger than you, muscles surrounding your frame, your head meeting his nose. Looking up into his gentle eyes, a look you knew you were the only person to ever see, you wanted to tell him that no, you weren’t doing so good at the moment, that he had worried you, even if he didn’t mean to, tell him that you heard everything and that you were sorry he was under so much stress.

His hands slid to your waist, thumbs rubbing over the pudge of your stomach. You couldn’t stop the slight frown taking over your features at the thought, but you quickly gave him a little smile to deter him. Still, you didn’t want beating himself up over something you did.

“I’m better now that you’re here… I missed you…” You whispered, leaning down and placing your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat thrum. And it’s not like you lied, not really. You were happy he was here, you did miss him. You sighed, taking one of his big hands off your waist and intertwining it with yours, cradling it to your chest like he was a fragile boy you were trying to console. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, but it was unclear if that was because you wanted to make him feel better, or yourself.

He was quick to tighten the grip, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

He furrowed his brows at that though, noticing your dejected demeanor and that frown adorning your beautiful lips. Being as astute in body language as he was, it was only natural for him to notice the way you looked so… not you when he first walked into the room. He noticed it as soon as he laid eyes on you, but he figured you were just tired. It was late after all, almost midnight. His heart had bloomed at the thought of you staying up to wait for him, but vanished just as quickly once he disliked the idea of you staying up to wait for him, especially if you were tired.

He let go of your hand, albeit reluctantly, softly using it to tilt your head up to look at him instead. His concerned eyes met yours once you fluttered them open, and despite the situation he felt his heart leap at the sight. Yours did the same.

“I missed you more, gorgeous. Not a second goes by I don’t. Now, are you gonna tell me what’s got you all pouty? You know you can’t lie to me, honey…” He raised his brows in a gentle, but firm warning, holding your chin gently between his fingers so you couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze. You frowned at that, realizing your joyful facade wasn’t as good as you thought it was.

You felt your resolve crumble at the way he looked at you, his eyes worriedly staring into yours, waiting for some sort of response that would hopefully ease his concern. You hated him looking at you like that, like he was the one that caused you harm.

You just gave him a smile, hoping it’d soften the blow of what you were about to say. You didn’t want him to think it was his fault, but you knew it didn’t matter what you wanted when it came to Lloyd Hansens protectiveness over you.

“I just…” You started, voice trailing off as your eyes drifted to the crème colored wall behind Lloyds head, his gaze too intense for you to look into. You didn’t want to make him mad, or worse, regretful. You sighed dejectedly, knowing he wouldn’t let this go. Lloyd couldn’t help but nudge your chin up some more at that, your reluctance making him even more nervous and concerned.

“Go on, you just what? You can tell me, honey…” He urged, eager to know what had ruined his pretty girls mood.

You looked back into his eyes, your arms tightening around his neck to comfort the both of you.

“I just… I wish you didn’t get so stressed out about things. I hate it when you yell…” You murmured, looking down at his chin again once you decided you couldn’t handle seeing the inevitable disappointment in his gaze, at himself and you. You, for eavesdropping on something you shouldn’t. You laid your cheek on his chest again, holding him tighter to make up for it.

Ah, there it is. Lloyd suddenly took note of the paused television, right in the middle of your favorite series. Remembering when he noticed your tense posture only trained eyes like his could pick up when he first walked in. Of course that’s what it was. God, he was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should’ve known better than to bring that shit to the house this late. He figured you’d be sleeping, but, fuck, he should’ve known better.

He clenched his jaw, eyes closing tensely, angry with himself for letting you hear him like that. His precious girl wasn’t supposed to see that side of him, and he’d always been so careful...

“Fuck, honey, you weren’t supposed to hear that… I am so sorry you heard that, sweetheart…” He wrapped himself around you, holding you as tight as he could, hoping to ease your stress. He gave you that sweet voice you loved, but you could hear the frustration in his tone, directed at himself. You smiled against him, bitterly almost because you knew he would only blame himself even though you were the one trying to hear something you weren’t supposed to. Still, you were relieved you didn’t get scolded.

You sank into him like water, molding into him, inhaling his scent.

“It’s not your fault… I was listening when I shouldn’t have… I just heard you yell and I got worried… I don’t like it when you’re mad…” You voice was muffled against the black cotton of his shirt, but he heard it anyway and it made his heart wrench. He tightened his hold on you, cradling you like a fragile baby bird. He was pissed at himself for letting you hear that. He’ll be sure to kill every last one of the men he dealt with tonight for bringing that bullshit to his home. A mistake like this will not get made again. He promised to keep you away from that side of his life, promised he’d keep you safe, that you’d never have to worry about a thing as long as he was with you. But yet, here you were on the verge of tears after being exposed to his lifestyle, even if it was just for a few minutes. That was why he kept you in the dark when it came to this sort of thing, you were too precious for his world.

He fucked up. And because of that, he’ll be all too eager to fire a bullet into those fuckheads brains tomorrow. After all, who were those men if not disposable?

“Shh shh shh, honey. I know you didn’t mean it… but daddy should’ve known better than to raise his voice loud enough for his baby to hear… It’s all right, my precious girl. You don’t needa worry that pretty little head of yours anymore… Daddy’s here now and he promises to never yell around you again… my sweet girl.” He laid a doting kiss into your hair, rocking you back and forth to hope soothe you. His heart ached at the thought of you worrying about him, scared because of him. He rocked you in his solid hold like a baby, cooing and whispering words of sugar into your ear to make you feel better.

And, like it always did, it managed to make your heart flutter and cheeks glow with a smile. Still, you were weary. You kissed his cheek, hating the furrowed brows that caused a worried wrinkle between his eyes.

“Thank you… just don’t leave again, tonight, please? I want you to stay with me…” You mumbled almost shyly, a bashful hue heating up your cheeks when Lloyd gave you a stunning smile, his hands sliding down from your waist to rub your hips. His rough palms scraped against the band of your panties.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sunshine. Daddy missed you too much to leave again… I’m yours for the rest of the night.” He cooed, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead that had your lips stretching into a thankful smile. A smile he loved to see.

“Aww, there’s that pretty smile I love so much… Come on, show me that gorgeous smile of yours, honey…” Lloyd encouraged, teasingly, trying to make eye contact when you tried to hide your face again. His attempts at making you feel better were working, and despite the lingering annoyance at himself he couldn’t help but be grateful for your better mood, your laughter like sprinkles of sugar to his ears. You giggled when his hands came up and gently grabbed your wrists, holding them away from your face so he could look at you clearly.

And look at you he did. He looked at your beautiful eyes, your beautiful skin, your beautiful hair, your beautiful smile. Just beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. His perfect girl, his precious, his little ray of sunshine that lit up the dark cave he thrived in. Nothing was better than you, not even hearing the screams of a man getting his teeth ripped out could make him smile like you did. He was just so fucking lucky.

You pressed yourself into him, always getting sheepish at the way he looked you despite the two years of you being together. You never got used to it. You wrapped your arms back around his neck, his hands falling back down to your waist with a content smile on his lips.

“Are you sure you’re okay, now? I don’t want you stressed…” You murmured worriedly, frowning up at him as your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Lloyd exhaled at the pleasurable sensation, a playful smirk twitching at the corner of his lips as he leaned down until his nose was just brushing yours. He pushed you down until you were laying flat on your back, his arms wrapped around your midsection and holding you to his chest. He was laid out on top of you, your legs still wrapped around his hips. You had absolutely no complaints.

“Awww, does my girl need some more reassurance?” He babbled into your ear in a playful tone, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, not caring if your hair tickled his cheeks.

You pouted, wanting a serious answer out of him so you could rest easy.

“Lloyd, I’m serious!” You whined, gripping his arms (which you noticed were much bigger than your dainty hands), trying to look at him, but he didn’t budge. His shoulders just shook in a low laugh, warm breath hitting your neck.

“Ah, ah, ah. What’s my name, pretty?” He teased into your ear, his hand sliding out from under your back to rub the skin of your exposed thigh from the way the shirt had ridden up. You tried not to hyper fixate on the tingling sensation that followed in his fingertips, but suddenly found it hard to focus when his breath was hitting your collarbone and his warm hand was tracing the skin of your leg like he was petting precious velvet.

You swallowed, your leg tightening around his hip once his fingers teased higher.

“I’m sorry… daddy.” You mumbled apologetically, turning your head to look at him even though you couldn’t. Your chin rubbed his hair; you could feel the pull of his lips turning into a smile on your skin.

“There you go. Let’s not make that mistake again, okay pretty girl. Daddy doesn’t like slip ups.” He raised his head from your neck, his hand stopping its soothing motion as he brought his hand up and booped your nose. You giggled at that, making him smile as he brought his hand back down to your plushy thigh. He had a smile on his face, his cerulean eyes circling with a lustful look that was all too familiar to you. A look you saw just about every night before Lloyd Hansen would fuck your brains out.

“Now that that’s over with, I think Daddy has some apologizing to do, don’t you? After all, he got his pretty girl all worried… wouldn’t it only be fair for him to be the one to make it all better, too?” He had a thinly veiled look of amusement on his face, a knowing look glinting in his eye like a knife under a bright light as his hand crept the t-shirt over your stomach, sliding it up, up, up… until it was bunched below your breasts, your stomach completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

You subtly bunched the fabric of his shirt in your fists, breath stopping when his large hand pressed down on your stomach. You swallowed again, feeling completely at Lloyd Hansens mercy despite him not even doing anything yet. Your eyes flickered down to the amused, cocky smile pulling at lips, shiny from when his tongue flicked out and licked them.

He inhaled through his teeth, eyes narrowing down at you playfully. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand, knowing your own body and mind better than you did. He knew that with the right tone, the right smile, the right words, you’d be nothing but a mindless puddle for him. He loved being the only person that could bring out that lovey-dovey side of you so easily.

His other arm, still wrapped around your waist from when he hugged you, tightened around you so your back was arched, breasts more in his face just like he wanted. But, he’d have to get those another time.

“Ooh, my gorgeous girl. My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. You just don’t know what you do to me…” He whispered, his head lowering down to your neck to place kisses along the skin there. You felt yourself blush at the praise, legs tightening around his waist as if suddenly remembering he was laid out on top you, his black slack covered pelvis perfectly lined up with yours. Your jaw clenched when he nibbled on your skin, knowing that it would leave a purple bruise in the morning Lloyd was going to love to tease you about.

You let out a barely audible sigh when Lloyd pulled the skin between his teeth, his mustache burning your neck the longer he nuzzled into it. You could feel yourself slip further into the hazy spell he trapped you in, hips barely lifting to rub against his, your eyes closed in bliss at the pleasurable sparks that shot through your neck that almost had your legs twitching.

Lloyd always loved how sensitive you were.

You could feel yourself growing more needy by the second, the whole reason why this was even happening slowly disappearing from your memory like grains of sand being helplessly drowned away by the ocean… your mind going muggy with the scent of Lloyd Hansen’s cool water cologne.

Once you were nearly a whining mess, hands gripping the back of his hair and legs tight around his waist, did he lean his head back to admire the pink marks lining your neck. Your eyes opened at the loss of his lips on you, cool air meeting your neck from where his mouth had been. You couldn’t help but pout.

“Mmm, I still think I have more apologizing to do, don’t you? I had my pretty girl all stressed out… all worried about little ol’ me…” He barley chuckled at the way you numbly nodded your head along with his words, expression already blissed out from him kissing you alone. He leaned down and gave you a much needed peck on the lips, one which had you craving for more.

His hand slid down your stomach, very slowly, your skin tingling in his path. Your hips wiggled against his, feeling his semi-hard cock poking the thin outside of your cotton pink panties. God, it was a gift how he could get you wet so easily.

“open your legs for daddy, honey. He’s feeling especially apologetic… go on, let daddy make you feel better… let him finger your little pussy until all you can think about is how good he’s making you feel… how I’m making you feel… come on, there ya’ go, pretty. ” He mumbled crudely, a smug smirk playing on his lips when he heard you let out a low whine at his vulgarity. His eyes were glued to your thighs, watching as you slowly spread them as wide as you could given the position, somehow still shy under that predatory look in his eyes and that arrogant smirk on his chiseled face.

You followed his instructions, legs open wide enough for his hand to fit through. He was still on top of you, but more on the side now so he could get a perfect view of your pussy. His hand had reached the top of your pelvis, slowing massaging the skin there in what you thought was a ploy to tease you further. He could be such an asshole sometimes, even when he was trying to apologize.

“Daddy…please just…” You whined, too shy to say what you wanted, but too needy to not say anything at all. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you pierced the fabric of his shirt, but knowing Lloyd he’d place it in a picture frame so he could look at it everyday. He loved it when things got messy.

Lloyd hummed out a small laugh at your neediness, but didn’t bother questioning you with that shit-eating grin like he usually would. He wanted to tease you some more, ask what it was you wanted despite knowing it, have you beg and cry for his cock like he does every other night. But tonight, he’d have to make an exception… and it was his own damn fault.

“Okay, pretty girl… just for tonight I’m gonna be nice and give you what you want… Daddy made a stupid mistake, and now he’s gonna make it all better, right, honey?” He asked rhetorically, looking up at your needy expression and hazy, doleful eyes that glittered with want. God, he loved your fucking eyes.

You let out a small hum that sounded more like a pathetic whimper, your hand sliding down his muscled bicep as he looked back down at where his hand was sitting comfortably just above where you needed him most. Your panties were still on, clinging to the patch of wetness Lloyd so easily brought out of you.

Lloyd crept his hand down, slowly over your panties, taking his third finger and rubbing your wet slit from the outside of your underwear. Tingles erupted over your body, your thighs almost closing when his finger nail glazed your clit through your folds.

“Mmm… just like that…” You whined breathlessly, bucking your hips accidentally at the sensitivity of your pussy. Your stomach churned pleasurably, nails digging into Lloyds strong arm and shoulder as your eyes closed from the erotic sensation tingling down your inner thighs.

“Just like that, pretty girl? Is daddy making you feel good, rubbing his finger on your little pussy… that’s right, honey, daddys sorry.” Lloyd cooed with a pouty expression, almost mocking you if you had seen it, as he looked back up and stared at the way your glossy lips parted, at the way your eyes closed tightly together and your eyebrows furrowed, in a state of complete euphoria already.

You swore his words sparked right through you as your skin buzzed gleefully in response. You let out a whimper at that, biting your lip to quiet yourself. His finger rubbed with more force now, the tip of it pushing past your soft folds, the wetness in your panties wetting his hand the more he pressed into you. You didn’t know what it was, but the friction of your panties combined with the constant rubbing of Lloyds finger had you keening, your back arching and sweet, breathy moans leaving your pink lips as your mind went foggy with pleasure, pleasure that only Lloyd could give you.

Lloyd loved seeing you like this, especially when he’s really done nothing to you to deserve such a response. But he knew how sensitive you were, how easily his touches affected you, how easily he could make you wet. Yeah, he loved your sensitive little pussy and the way he had you wrapped around his finger… little did you know he was more whipped than you.

He felt how hard he was in his slacks, but knew tonight wasn’t about him. He had fucked up and scared his precious baby girl, and he needed to make up for it.

Lloyd put his face in your neck, his mustache tickling your skin as his lips rose up to your ear. You instinctively leaned into his cheek, whining right into his ear as he pushed harder into your dripping folds, rubbing up against your puffy clit completely.

“You like that, pretty girl… my baby girl loves her daddy, doesn’t she? Daddy knows he fucked up, honey, daddy knows he scared his baby. Mmm, but this pussy knows how sorry I am, doesn’t she?” Lloyd snickered into your skin, mumbling right into your ear with any nasty thought he had as he looked back down at his hand, where it shined under the light from how wet it was.

You moaned loudly at his words, your pelvis thrashing as he rubbed your clit through your panties, your legs twitching and stuttered gasps escaping your throat. God, he wasn’t even actually touching you and you were ready to cum all over his hand already. It just felt so good, your toes were curled and your legs were almost thrashing, trying to escape the painful pleasure Lloyd was rubbing into your sopping clit.

Your arm was gripping his elbow, your body wanting to pull his hand away and give your clit some relief. But he was so much stronger than you, bigger than you, and you were nothing but a helpless body stuck underneath his hard chest, his left hand digging into your scalp to hold your head in his shoulder.

“O-oh god, daddy, please, please, please…” You rambled into his ear, all choked up as tears prickled your eyes and high pitched moans rang in his head. He was grinning to himself, almost laughing at the way you were begging him. Any other night he’d be teasing you relentlessly, and as much as he wanted to he knew he couldn’t, not tonight. Tonight he was going to help you cum with no arguments. His princess deserved that, after all.

“Awww, does my baby wanna cum? Well, go ahead, princess, I’m not stopping you. Daddy’s not done saying sorry quite yet…” Lloyd whispered with a simpering smile, solely rubbing your clit in hard circular motions, knowing just what you liked.

You moaned loudly, your thighs shutting around Lloyd’s hand, only trapping him inside your legs to apply even more pressure to your sensitive clit. Your panties were soaked through, his palm a watery mess the longer it rubbed against your slit.

“Come on, cum for daddy. Prove to your daddy he’s forgiven… that’s right princess, let it go…” Lloyd mumbled into your ear encouragingly, unable to take his hand out from between your wet thighs. He stared at the side of your face from where it was thrown back against the black sheets, giving small kisses to your cheek and neck as he felt your back arch into him and your thighs tighten around his hand.

“Ohh, daddy… fuck!” You cried as your pussy flowed with the result of your powerful orgasm, your legs shaking and your fingers clutching the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. Your skin was hot and blotchy as you breathed heavily, tears soaking into your heated cheeks as small moans fluttered from your dry lips in the aftershock of it all. Your chest ached, your pussy sore and throbbing as you felt wetness leak under your sticky thighs.

Your body slumped against the bed tiredly, completely wiped out and exhausted from having your pussy rubbed alone. Lloyd took his hand and slowly trailed it up your exposed stomach, leaving a shiny trail of your juices that glimmered under the light as his hand wrapped around your cheeks.

You whined at that, way too hot for him to be grabbing your face with his sticky hand and turning it towards his gloating expression. You needed at least five minutes to recover, but with Lloyd you should’ve known by now that he’d never be a second away from you to let you rest.

You looked into his blue eyes with your tired ones, your left hand coming up and weakly grabbing his wrist that held your face. You were too tired to try and take it off.

You moaned oh so softly as he brought his face down and kissed you, a slow, hot kiss that poured all of his apology into you, showing you he was sorry, he hated that you had to hear that, he hoped he made you feel better, that it would never happen again. You knew that, you didn’t blame him, you understood that was just his work. But you were so grateful he decided to show it.

When he separated from you, your top lip burning slightly from his mustache, you hummed and wrapped your leg around him, bringing him into your embrace so you could be as close as possible to him. Your pussy was still sore, your thighs still wet and sticky from your orgasm, but you needed him right now, loved feeling him against you as contentment flooded you.

You could tell he felt the same as his arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing your smaller frame into him and releasing a heavy sigh; you were his serenity.

“I am sorry, sweetheart. I’ll never bring that shit around you again, you hear me? Never.” He mumbled into your hair, squeezing you harder liked you’d disappear from him if he wasn’t holding onto you.

You smiled at that, exhaustion weighing down on you as the result of his very expressive apology.

“I know, daddy.” You murmured sweetly, already closing your eyes and sinking into him completely, not caring about the mess you made.

“Take a nap, sweetheart. You’re gonna need your rest. After all, daddy’s not done apologizing yet for making his baby worry so much, now is he?”

Oh god.

thanks for reading! feel free to tell me if you have any Lloyd story suggestions. I kind of love writing for him 😫 but don’t worry I do have more in the works. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. and always remember that you’re loved and important <3

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liightsout · 6 months ago

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the blue - part fourteen

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✯ summary: monaco - part one!! ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: light swearing ✯

✯ now playing: close to you - gracie abrams ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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Mattie had been in awe from the moment she had stepped on the private plane at Heathrow airport. When Danny had mentioned they’d be travelling to Nice courtesy of Max Verstappen and his private jet she had almost fainted, earning her some ridicule from both Lando and Adam at the time.

She had been quiet the entire route to the airport. Danny had thought she was overwhelmed due to the lavish travel arrangements, he reassured her that Max had offered them both a ride and it was no trouble at all. She had quickly corrected him by reminding him that if there was one team she had always supported, it was Red Bull. Second to that, she had been following Max’s career for the better part of 7 years; the idea of meeting Max Verstappen was blowing her mind a little.

“Hey, what about me?” the Aussie had joked with a pout. A quick kiss against his lips and a reassuring “you’re still my favourite” quickly put the cheeky grin back on his face. Mattie swore she could see his chest puff out a little with pride.

Mattie spent the short flight to the south of France being introduced to Max and his girlfriend Kelly. She was extremely grateful that Lando was also on the flight with them. It was nice to have a familiar face while meeting so many new ones, even if he had spent the entire flight sleeping or playing around on his phone.

Max and Kelly had been nothing but welcoming to her. Max had been happy to “finally meet the girl Danny would not stop yapping about”, which had caused Danny to roll his eyes and give his friend a playful shove. Mattie didn’t mind, it made her beam to know that Danny spoke about her to his friends. It was her turn for her chest to puff out a little with pride.

Kelly was thrilled that she had another girl around the paddock to spend time with. The older girl had promised to show her round and introduce her to all the other wives and girlfriends of the paddock. Mattie couldn’t wait to tell Adam she truly was entering her “wag era”.

Danny had held her hand for the entirety of the journey. After a few weeks of dating, it was fairly obvious that his love language was most definitely physical touch. It didn’t matter where they were, what they were doing, who they were with; he would always find a way for their bodies to be connected.

Mattie loved it. She loved the way her hand fit perfectly with his. The way his hands felt against the small of her back when he would guide her through a doorway. The way he would wrap his body around hers when they lay in bed together at night. The kisses he left on her cheek or forehead when he brought her tea while she worked at her desk. The way he would hug her when he came home from being away at a race for the week.

Mattie had never been much of a tactile person. She was sure the only person she’d hugged in the last 4 years was Adam, and that was usually at his request rather than hers. But since being with Danny she found herself craving his touch, however he was willing to give it to her.

They parted ways with the others once they had arrived in Nice. Danny had arranged for one of his cars to be at the airport so he could drive them back to his apartment himself.

It was sunset by the time they had arrived in Monaco. The view of the setting sun across the early summer evening was one of the most incredible things Mattie had ever seen. Danny smiled at her as she took her phone from her bag and snapped a couple of pictures. She completely understood why Danny spent a lot of his time here.

“Cat got your tongue?” he joked as he moved his arm to rest along the back of her seat. Mattie could feel the goosebumps on her skin as he placed his hand at the back of her neck and played with the loose strands of hair that had fallen loose after a long day of travelling.

“I think you must be crazy if you’re not awestruck every time you come here, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen” she said as she gestured towards the setting sun over the harbour. Danny grinned in response, “the only thing I’m crazy about is you, pretty girl. And, as beautiful as the view is, I still think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re such a smooth talker Ricciardo, no wonder you’ve got all the girls chasing after you” Mattie laughed as she rolled her eyes. She hadn’t completely adjusted to Danny’s constant compliments, but she had gotten slightly better at responding to them. She was glad she no longer found herself staring at him in shock every time he said something nice to her.

“I don’t see them, the only girl I’m interested in is you.”

Scratch that, she thought. He’s done it again.

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Mattie had spent an hour and a half getting herself ready for dinner. She had curled her hair perfectly, her makeup was styled to perfection and she had spent the better part of twenty minutes deciding which outfit to wear.

She was down right terrified at the thought of meeting Danny’s parents.

She knew that they were lovely; they had to be to bring up a son as incredible as Danny. She had tried to rationalise that she had nothing to worry about. Danny had reassured her numerous times that he knew his mum would love her, and that she was excited to meet her, but it didn’t help.

She had been fretting over this meeting since Danny had mentioned it when he invited her to Monaco, and now it was finally happening.

“Babe, my mum just called, they’re going to meet us at the restaurant, so we should probably leave in the next few minutes” she heard Danny call down the hallway. She could feel the nerves itching at her skin like pin pricks. With one final deep breath, she straightened her dress and headed out to meet him at the front door.

“Pretty girl, I think you’re trying to make my life difficult here. How am I going to concentrate through a whole dinner with my parents when you look like this?” Danny said as he stepped towards her, his hands instantly went to her waist and secured her in front of him as he looked her up and down.

“Is it too much?” she said with concern, “I thought this dress was longer, I don’t want your mum to think-” she was cut off by Danny’s lips against hers. She melted into his touch, placing her hands against his shoulders as their lips danced against each other.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. The only thing my mum is going to think is that you’re way out of my league. C’mon, the sooner we go and the sooner we can get home”

Danny drove them to the restaurant. Mattie had laughed out loud when he had guided her to the car in the secure underground car park beneath his apartment building

“Are you fucking serious? Danny, this is a 675LT!” she said as she pointed towards the bright blue Mclaren in front of them.

“Mattie, you do know what I do for work right?” he joked as he opened the car door for her to get into. She waited until he had gotten into the car himself to reply, “of course I do, I just am still in shock that this is your life, and now my life too I guess” she said as she marvelled at the car.

It was a short drive to the restaurant, the excitement of the supercar she was currently in had alleviated some of the anxiety she was feeling. That, combined with Danny’s firm hand resting on her thigh for the entirety of the journey. He would squeeze her thigh every time he caught her staring off into the distance, getting lost in her own thoughts. The notion was enough to bring her back down to reality and ground her.

As Danny brought the car to a stop, Mattie looked out the window at the restaurant. It was a quaint, family run, Italian he had told her. It was tucked away amongst the busy harbour, somehow hidden from prying eyes. Vines of bright green ivy lined the trellis with twinkling fairy lights. Mattie was sure that every thing about Monaco was like something out of a fairy tale.

Danny brought the car to a stop outside the front of the building. He quickly jumped out and handed his keys to the valet before coming round to the passenger side and opening the door for Mattie.

The first thing she saw as her car door opened was his hand extended towards her, which she gratefully accepted. Supercars were fun to ride in, but the logistics of getting out of one while wearing a dress were… difficult.

“Ready?” he whispered in her ear as they walked hand in hand up the pathway to the entrance.

One of Mattie’s favourite things about Danny was the way he looked after her. She didn’t need to tell him she was anxious, or worried about something. He just knew. He never judged her, or mocked her for how she was feeling. He would simply do whatever he could to reassure her and stop her from spiralling.

“Ready” she whispered back as she squeezed his hand.

Danny let go of her hand as he guided her into the restaurant. He spotted his parents immediately and walked over to their table. As they got closer Mattie felt the nerves building again. Pin pricks against her skin with clammy hands.

Grace and Joe stood from their seats to greet their son. Mattie stood back, allowing them the time to reunite. Danny had mentioned on the way there that it had been a few months since he had the chance to see his family and she knew he missed them a lot. He was buzzing with excitement at the prospect of seeing them all again.

“You must be Mattie?” Grace said as she turned to face her after breaking free from the embrace of her son.

Mattie nodded and smiled at the older woman. Grace Ricciardo was beautiful and warm. She had a motherly way about her that exuded comfort. “I am, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs Ricciardo” Mattie said as she took a step towards her while Danny was giving his father a hug.

“Oh please, call me Grace, and just so you know, we’re huggers in this family” she said as she stepped towards Mattie with open arms. It was a quick hug, but powerful nonetheless.

Grace had every reason to be hesitant of Mattie. Her son was a famous and successful athlete. He had thousands of girls vying for his attention, and not always with the best of intentions.

Mattie had assumed, incorrectly, that this would mean she would have to work extra hard to earn the respect of Grace Ricciardo. “My son has told me so much about you and I am so happy that we get to spend this week getting to know you dear” she said as she let go of her.

“C’mon mum, let’s not scare off my girlfriend before we’ve even had the appetisers” Danny joked as he reached to take Mattie’s hand and guide her to her seat.

Grace scoffed in reply and rolled her eyes at her son, “I already know this girl deserves a medal for putting up with your shit Daniel, don’t go blaming me if she goes running for the hills”.

Mattie laughed as she watched Danny banter back and forth with his parents. It was clear to see where he got his care free, joker attitude from. It was nice to see him with his parents, he seemed even more relaxed and laid back than he usually was.

“So, Mattie, tell me more about yourself? Danny’s told me bits and pieces, but I want to know more about the girl that has my boy wrapped around her finger” Grace said with a smile.

Danny placed a reassuring hand on Mattie’s thigh under the table and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“What do you want to know?”

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Mattie had been to a few races in her time, but never the Monaco Grand Prix. It had been a bucket list dream of hers since the first time she had been crossed legged on the floor of Adam’s parents living room watching with her best friend.

When Adam had started working for Mclaren he had tried relentlessly to get Mattie a ticket for the weekend, but it was such a sought after event that all of the family passes were gone before he could even try. She was grateful for even the chance to attend and for Adam’s attempts.

Daniel Ricciardo didn’t need to ask anyone if she could attend, or even try to get her ticket. All he had to do was say the words and there she was, paddock pass around her neck and strolling down the pit lane like a childhood dream come true.

Danny had asked her if she had wanted to join him on Friday for FP1 and FP2 but she had opted to spend the day being shown around Monaco by Grace. Danny didn’t mind, he was happy they were bonding.

He had thrust his bank card towards the pair and told them to treat themselves. Mattie had instantly declined, shaking her head back and forth at the Aussie. She did this whenever Danny spent his money on her, or even tried to. She didn’t want him to think that was all she was there for. She didn’t care how much money he had, she just wanted to be with him.

When he got back to the apartment after a hard day at the track he was ecstatic to find the apartment full of his family and his girlfriend. He could hear them all laughing and joking together the minute he stepped foot through the front door. The sound brought an instant smile to his tired face.

He was so proud at how well Mattie had fit in with his family and had thrown herself into getting to know them. He knew she was brimming with anxiety in the lead up to the weekend, but it warmed his heart to see her ignoring her anxieties and making connections with his family.

He had been at the track earlier in the day awaiting news of the safe arrival of his sister and her kids when he had seen he had unread messages from Mattie.

Mattie: Your sister and the kids have arrived safely

Mattie: I think they might be the cutest kids I have ever seen, my heart is exploding 😭😭

Mattie: Isabella made me a drawing on the plane here, I think I’m gonna cry 🥺

Mattie: Isaac keeps telling me that his uncle is the coolest guy in the whole wide world, I didn’t know you also had a brother?

Mattie: KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!! I guess you are pretty cool

Mattie: can’t wait to see you when you get home 🤍

He wasn’t surprised to see that his niece was attached to Mattie’s hip. He knew the younger girl would be a big fan of his girlfriend. He couldn’t blame her, he was too.

Mattie had been alerted to Danny’s arrival home by the smaller girl beside her letting out an earth shattering shriek of “UNCLE DANIEL” followed by the sound of footsteps hitting the tiled floor in the direction of the front door. The girl's infectious laughter and joy at the sight of Danny was adorable. She understood, she often felt that way when she saw Danny.

She was drawn from her thoughts by the feeling of strong hands wrapping around her waist and Danny’s face slotting into the space between her collar and jaw. Soft kisses were left against the skin as he uttered “hey pretty girl” to her.

Mattie tried desperately to prevent the scarlet flush from falling across her cheeks. She wasn’t expecting him to be quite so open about it in front of his entire family.

She realised now that she had been silly to think he would be any different when he was around them. Danny didn’t do things by half measures, nor did he shy away from his feelings. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his affection for those he cared about was loud.

“Uncle Daniel, that’s gross, girls have cooties you know!” was shouted across the living room followed by the giggles from his niece and nephew. Shortly followed by the echoes of laughter from the rest of his family who were now looking at the couple.

“Isaac, buddy, one day you’re going to meet a girl as pretty as Mattie and you’re not going to care if she has cooties” Danny joked back at his nephew. Mattie couldn’t help but join in the laughter of the family around her.

She didn’t often feel comfortable around new people so fast, but the Ricciardo’s had been nothing but welcoming since she had met them. The warmness and comfort Danny’s family exuded was infectious.

“Good day?” she asked Danny softly as she placed her hand against the side of his head and played with his soft curls. He hummed softly against the side of her neck.

It hadn’t been the best day. He had come P15 in both FP1 and FP2. He was struggling to get to grips with the car and had been out qualified in both sessions by his teammate. His confidence had been knocked considerably.

He loved Monaco, it was one of his favourite races on the calendar. It was his second home. A place where he had known the true highs and lows of Formula 1.

Mattie could sense unease in his lack of response. She knew he probably wouldn’t want to talk about it in front of his family. It would be a conversation better had later that night when they were alone.

“Wanna eat some pizza with your family and watch a movie? I won’t tell Michael about the pizza” she said to him quietly, still running her fingers through his hair.

Danny responded by moving his body so that he was standing in front of her, placing his arms around her body so she was now caged against the worktop by him. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss against her lips as one of his hands rested against her cheek.

“Sounds like a perfect way to end a shitty day” he said with a warm smile.

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✯ authors note: i am so so so sorry at how long it took me to get this out. i sort of absolutely hate this chapter so i am sorry if its terrible 😅😅😅

feeling sad there’s no racing this weekend, but bring on the triple header 🥳🥳

love you all, thanks for the support you’ve shown this and guilty as sin?, it means the world to me 🫶 ✯

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mx-melancholic · 6 months ago

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CLANCY RANKING GO!!!

When I tell you my heart stopped

I don't usually rank stuff I like so this is kind of loosely positioned, I'll provide explanations. Once the album has settled, these opinions may change. The whole album is a 15/10 so like, the lower ratings don't mean anything bad, either.

One thing is that Overcompensate, Next Semester and Backslide can't be the same in my mind as the others, since I'm so familiarized with them by now. I'll give a ballpark of where on the list they'd be, though.

First cutoff:

Routines in the Night - my absolute favorite. I can't get enough of it. My winner. My everything. Take me. There's also sth about the MV that just.... AH! So different and beautiful.

Navigating - second favorite. I also love the forest fic. The MV is beautiful. Tyler is a hater.

Vignette - gives me the shivers. I'm terrified. Mesmerized. Possessed. Obsessed. It eerily reminds me of one (or two?) of my OCs so I literally feel like I might be violently ill every time it comes on. Insane.

-Overcompensate and Backslide would be somewhere in this first category. Overcompensate is a great opener with straight up crack in it, it's shaped like a cult battle cry and it's fun to listen to. Very cryptic and weird. Backslide is very real to me, but also reminds me of some of my OCs. My OCs do, in fact, rule over me more than the other way around.

Second cutoff:

At The Risk of Feeling Dumb - ngl the sound itself is a lot of this impression. Typically I'm not as fond of direct positive message type songs (in general), but it's so fun. And I felt called out.

Midwest Indigo - the sound is perfect. So fun. The type of song you can show to your friends and they can see it's weird af but not weird enough that they want you exorcized. Not too relatable for me, but just enough to be close to my heart.

Snap Back - more relatable, but I kind of have to make myself listen to it. I love it when I do, but it's not as catchy to me, I guess. Very cool. Very mean! They're in my fucking walls, calling me out. The MV isn't as interesting to watch as some others, rightfully so. But my ipad brain requires constant stimuli.

- Next Semester would be somewhere in this category. It's beautiful, but requires a more specific mood than some of the others, so I'm not always up for it. Hauntingly relatable. Makes me cry.

Third cutoff:

Oldies Station - beautiful, amazing opener, uplifting and peaceful, but: very directly positive. Not a bad thing, just not my personal favorite. Been on repeat for days.

Lavish - silly, goofy, reminds me in spirit of like p!atd. Great fun! I don't think about it much.

Unpopular opinion: The Craving - I'm just not one for love songs and I typically don't like the Jenna songs as much as the others. Not a skip at all! Beautiful. But I'd rather listen to something else. It's incredible how much they love each other, though, very sweet. My OCs again plague my brain so I can't see it in a different light, at all.

-Paladin Strait would probably be somewhere on par with The Craving. I am, however, treating it differently, because we didn't get an MV yet. This could change my mind a little bit, but this song is a bit too slow and too long for my pace. Can't wait for the video, and that hook was insane. Not my favorite format.

I'd love to see your own ranking (+ anyone who wants to) <3

#twenty one pilots #clancy #clancy album #tyler joseph #josh dun #asks #i love them all #don't at me

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lean-mean-demon-genevieve · 3 months ago

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Did you see the pics Gen posted today? Tom reminds me of Jared. Always looking miserable in her stalker pics. She took a pic of Odette in her soccer uniform in a place where it says put cellphones away for safety lol. Self-care for her is expensive af patches & alcohol. www(.)instagram(.)com/p/DABi1bOvsqU/

To me Tom just looks like he’s trying to watch the game and she’s sneaking a pic. Idk about miserable in this one, at least. She felt confident that he was distracted. He either doesn’t realize she’s taking the photo or he’s trying his best to ignore her.

That self-care bit is more of her trying to be relatable. I mean, she’s a soccer mom who takes the family dog to the park! Her other forms of self-care include lavish European vacations, shopping designer, and visits to her injector. She just wants you to think she considers eye patches and wine as her self-care. She also tagged each brand.

Momma needs that money!

#anti genevieve

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Vision p1

Media The Last Legion

Character Romulus Augustus (Age up)

Couple Romulus X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

Concept Vision of Fire

I sat on a pillow of silk, my hands on the cold stone of the floor as I sat waiting silently. The hush around me as those who were here stepped silently, the scent in the air of smoke and lavender flowers. The heat of the flames against my skin. But I felt this heat grow intense. I heard screams and the sounds of monsters of catastrophe and of hellish fire. I jumped back away from the flames, opening my eyes, seeing the fire die to nothing and the room darkened around me. I picked myself up and walked without sound through the stone halls lined with drapery and symbols until I reached the door where two of my sisters stood.

"Good morn"

"Good morn, I must see the high lady,"

"Whatever for young one?"

"I must. I simply must"

They opened the door for me and I stepped inside the lavish chamber lined with my fellow sisters I approached the altar slowly where the high lady sat at prayer.

"Speak," she says before I can even fully approach

"Praise be to Carmenta" I bowed

"Always" she nods "what brings you here?"

"I have seen a vision in the flames"

Many laughed

"You must have merely imagined it. You too long to have received word from her"

"I know it sounds extreme -"

"Word would not have come to you, none of your fellow sisters have seen visions. You are still new here perhaps your imagination has run amok"

"Please high lady if you will only listen"

"Very well, speak"

"I saw visions of fire. Of sky as dark as night. Of the underworlds rivers of flame washing over the city streets and the extinguish of many lives"

"You saw fire? While staring into a fire"

"It wasn't like that my lady - this was fire from the sky rivers of flame bodies beyond measure"

"I think the young one does insist too much. To your room"

I wanted to argue but "yes high lady," I didn't like it but I returned to my room sitting on my bed.

I had tried for days but no one would listen to me None of my sisters, not the high lady know one would listen and take what I saw seriously so I had no choice I packed my things and covered myself with my cloak scampering out of the temple window and heading out across the cobbled streets I went to each temple but most nearly threw me away non-interested at all and as I crossed a street over the raised walk crossing I stopped short as I was the mountain we lived in the shadow of and I knew … that was what I saw in my vision.

I went to the mayor, the council, and the city guard but they all tossed me away without even listening.

I was about to give up utterly when I saw light from the edge of town the villa! I rushed there as fast as I could arriving at the tall stone walls

"State your business"

"Please sir I am a sister of Carmenta"

"Alright," he sighed the guard leading me inside.

The place was beyond beautiful with gardens, statues and workmanship that likely coat fortunes but given whose villa this was that made sense he took me to a large impressive room and a man came to greet me

"AHH a sister of Carmenta rare we see such beauty as yourself, What is it you've come for dear girl?"

"Forgive me for coming so late in the day, but I have had a vision with intense ramifications is there someone I could speak too that could help?"

"Absolutely not a moment," he says heading off out again I waited expecting an advisor, guard captain or something similar but I was stopped short by who arrived.

I - I didn't know he was actually here.

Given he had a villa in almost every city he often wasn't here. He came through seeming unhappy in his gold and red clothes heading to the table and fixing himself a goblet of wine

"The sister of Carmenta your grace," the advisor who first greeted me says

"Uhhh what do I want to meet with some crusty old sued sayer woman f-" he began about to bring his drink to his lips as he turned and actually saw me his eyes wide a moment "...hello" he smirked

"Your grace" I bowed low "I'm so sorry to disturb you"

"No no that's alright," he says putting his drink down and coming closer sending his other men away and leaving us alone "You're alright I was merely in the baths"

"Ohh forgive me," I said Bowing my head

"That's alright" he smiled picking my chin up "What was it you wanted to tell me then?"

"Well your grace as I'm sure you know the goddess Carmenta blesses her chosen few with visions and prophesy"

"Of course, but you are far too young Surely you are not the high lady?"

"No no, merely a young one"

"I thought so, you're very beautiful"

"Ohh thank you, your Grace"

"It's a shame you too beautiful to be a sister" he smiled

"Well I uhh I'm still very new your grace I have yet to actually take my vows"

"Ohh? So you not yet sworn to Carmenta? Not yet a real sister?"

'No, your grace"

"I see, seems strange they would send you?"

"They didn't send me, the high lady does not know I am here"

"Doesn't she?"

"No, nor the sisters"

"My my, quite the little sneak you are. That's alright I won't tell" he smiled "What's your name young one?" He asks fixing my hair

"Y/n your grace"

"Y/n, now that is a name too beautiful to be a sister" he smiled beginning to circle me playfully even slowly slipping off my cloak which I didn't argue with he chuckled "Now that is a body far too beautiful to shove behind stuffy temple robes" he smirked at stokes stroking my dress as he circled me "but your vision?"

"Yes, you see I was sitting by the fire Your Grace doing my daily meditation and affirmations and I received a hellish vision" I explained as he circled me his stroking now turning more into seductive touching running his hands over my body in my little dress lining on my hips and shoulders

"Ummm"

"Your grace him not sure your listening to me"

"Humm? Ohh of course I'm listening go ahead" he smirked

#thomas sangster #tbs smut #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #romulus imagine #romulus smut #romulus pendragon #romulus augustus #romulus #the last leigon

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years ago

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Imagine a daminette au where Ra's makes himself yet another heir but this time it's Damian's kid with the "Guardian of Miraculous", so a great grankid, but the kid just disappears in thin air. Some time, maybe a few little years Damian hears about It from Talia, after lots of searching he finds the kid with one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and he might or might not get some flashbacks when the kid says they thought he would be shorter(all this build up, because i think this line is funny)

Wasn't sure if this was an ask prompt or something. I never done one before. But this sounds like a nice AU so I took a swing at it.

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Marinette walked through the League of Assassins base, invisible thanks to Trixx’s magic. She tried to suppress her shivers as hazy memories of her brief imprisonment in the place flashed through her head. Now wasn’t the time for reminiscing right now. She was here to grab the Miraculous that was said to have fallen into Ra’s hands.

Normally, she would have stayed away from the place but the thought of leaving powerful jewels in that vile man’s possession left a bad taste in her mouth.

She crept along, dodging any guards that were coming her way. She used the magic inside her as the Guardian to guide her to the Miraculous. It led her to a rather lavish room.

(Shit, if it was kept with him in his private chambers, then it would be harder to get it out without him noticing. Although the lack of guards near the entrance surprised Marinette.)

After checking if the hallway was clear, she entered the room and shut the door behind her. Observing the room, it was not what she had imagined what Ra’s living quarters would look like, especially the crib in the room.

Curiosity came over her, she went in for a closer look to see a sleeping baby. What surprised her more was that it was wearing the Miraculous she came here for and surrounded for a few more.

As she reached inside to get the Miraculous, the babe opened its eyes, revealing familiar bluebell eyes. It was strangely quiet for a baby but it allowed Marinette to give a better look. She doesn’t know how since she doesn’t remember ever being pregnant but in her heart, she knew that the infant in front of her was definitely hers.

Her imprisonment by the League came to mind again. Marinette hugged her body as she realized what Ra’s did to her to make the baby. She felt sick to her core.

The child then let out a cry. Panicked, Marinette failed to notice that the illusion magic she had cast on herself had worn off as she tried to calm it down by picking the baby up and started humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her. She packed up her emotional baggage to unpack it later because one, she needed to stay rational so she could get what she came for and two, no matter how it was created, she was going to take care of her child. For starters, she should probably stop calling the baby an ‘it’. As the baby calmed down, she unwrapped the blanket to see that she had a son.

A son. She has a son now.

The door creaked open. Immediately, Marinette turned around and went into a fighting stance as best as she could with a baby in her arms and no quick way to put it down so she could grab her weapon. She had a serious disadvantage in the fight.

Talia Al Ghul stood in the doorway, glare on her face and weapons ready. Upon realizing who was holding the baby, Talia lowered her weapons and shut the door behind her. She walked towards Marinette who was looking warily at her with some mild confusion. Marinette didn’t let her guard down.

“Guardian.” Talia greeted her calmly, further confusing Marinette, “I am not going to harm you. In fact, I would say that you have great timing coming here right now.”

“Talia, what’s going on?” Marinette asked tersely.

“Father wanted a powerful heir since my son, Damian had turned his back on his title as Al Ghul so he had used your DNA obtained from your last….visit here and my son’s to create Malik.”

“Malik?”

“That is my grandson’s name. Your son.”

After a minute of contemplating the existence of the baby in her arms, Marinette whispered, “Does he know?”

“Hmm?” Talia tilted her head at the question.

“Your son. The father. Does he know?” Marinette clarified.

“He is not aware of his son. But I would rather entrust Malik’s well-being to you, Guardian.” The assassin explained.

“Why?”

Talia hesitated, “Damian was raised in the League for the first ten years of his life, learning and training how to kill. That same faith will befall on Malik if he stays here. Damian was then sent to live with his own father. I love my beloved but he is not the most emotionally in tune with his emotions. In short, my son hasn't had the best home life and a child being thrust into his life is not what he needs right now.”

Marinette contemplated, slightly rocking the baby in her arms to fall back asleep, “I will do it. As his mother, I will do my best to raise him well.”

“That’s what I want to hear.”

The next morning, Marinette flew back to Paris with a new son and a duffel bag containing Malik’s ‘official’ documents, some spare clothes for him and the Miraculouses.

—---

Damian walked through the restaurant to go meet his mother for their agreed upon semi annual dinner.

“Damian, my darling, how have you been?” Talia greeted him, looking like she hasn’t aged a day thanks to the magic of the Lazarus Pits.

“Hello, Mother. Everything is going perfectly fine as usual. Let’s get this over with.” Damian said as he sat down to eat the meal she had ordered.

“Hmph. Even your son has more manners than you.”

Damian spat out the water he was sipping and coughed. Talia stood up to pat his back. Once he had regained his composure, he glared at his mother, “What do you mean my ‘son’?”

“I haven’t told you yet? Must have slipped my mind. I am getting forgetful at my age.” Talia said with a straight face but the mirth in her voice gave away how much she was enjoying the conversation.

“Cut the, pardon my language, crap, Mother. How am I not aware that I have a child?”

Talia sighed, “Five years ago, your grandfather wanted an heir to secure the future of the League. To do so, he had kidnapped the Guardian of the Miraculous and used her DNA and the leftovers from making your clone to make a great-grandson.”

“So are you leaving him with me like you did to father?”

“No. A few months after he was born, someone broke into the base and took him away along with any Miraculous we had in our possession. My theory is that the mother came for the jewels and stumbled upon the baby.”

“And you didn’t catch her?”

“She managed to slip past me.” Talia replied smoothly. They both knew that it was a lie.

“Who’s the mother?”

“She keeps her real identity a secret. Even more so than your father which I admit is quite an impressive feat. We call her the Guardian but your grandfather thinks that she might also be the Ladybug heroine who used to operate in Paris years ago.”

“Thank you for the enlightening conversation, Mother. I will be taking my leave now.”

“Damian?”

“What is it, Mother?”

“I…his name is Thomas. Thomas Malik. Malik was the name your grandfather chose for him. Thomas is the name of his maternal grandfather.”

“Thank you.” came the quiet reply before he left.

—---

It had taken a few sleepless nights and asking Oracle and Drake (after swallowing his pride) for help in his search.

At first, he thought it was some elaborate trap from his mother to bring him back into the League. But after some thinking and a talk with his father and Grayson, he decided to find his ‘heir’. After digging into old JL files on the Akuma situation from twenty years ago and diving deep into the personal life of Adrien Agreste and former Chat Noir in search of Ladybug’s secret identity, they found one Marinette Dupain-Cheng who has a son by the name of Thomas Malik Dupain-Cheng.

Damian hesitated as he stood before the apartment door. He, as much as he hated to admit it, was nervous.

He was Damian Wayne. The current Nightwing (after Dick had retired and passed on the mantle so he can settle down peacefully.) Why was it so hard to knock on one measly door?

Unfortunately, that decision was taken away from him as the door opened and the woman behind the door raised her eyebrow at him.

Damian’s mind blanked at what to say. Saying that he had found out that he had a son and he tracked them down by digging deep into one of her friend’s private lives would not go well. While he was not as…outgoing as his father when he was Damian’s age, he can admit that the woman in front of him was very attractive and part of the reason he was speechless. He had several beautiful ladies thrown at him, (nevermind that they were after his money) none of them held up to the angel in front of him.

She was the first to break the tense silence, “Soooo are you going to just stand there like you have been for the past fifteen minutes or are you going to ask to come in?”

Damian snapped back to reality and remembered his reason for being here. He took in a deep breath to calm his nerves and asked, “May I come in?”

She widened the door as an answer. The living room was littered with toys, papers with drawings on them, some of clothes (he remembered from his research that Miss Dupain-Cheng was head designer of the renamed Miracle Designs after its previous CEO turned out to be the villain Hawkmoth.) and others of monsters and pieces of fabric. Despite the mess, he saw that it was more of an organized chaos.

“Sit on the couch and would you like tea or coffee for a drink?”

“Neither. I am staying for long. The reason behind my visit is because recently my mother informed me that I had a child I was unaware of.”

“And you think that my Tommy is yours.”

Damian nodded.

“I would say that she’s right. I have been expecting your visit since Talia informed me that she told you.”

Damian was surprised to know that Talia was in contact with the mother but he shoved down the surprise as he asked, “If you don’t mind, I would like to take some DNA samples to get it tested. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just want to make sure.”

“You might have to wait. Tommy is out with his aunt and uncle. He should be back in a while.”

“I can wait.”

An awkward silence stretched between them.

She spoke up again, “Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink or eat? I made some macaroons yesterday.”

“I am fine,” he replied.

The awkward silence returned. Marinette fidgeted in her seat as Damian tried to think of ways to occupy his time waiting for his son to return.

“There are some baby pictures of Tommy. Do you…want to see them?” Marinette offered.

He thought back to his father who kept every childhood picture of his children like it was more priceless than anything in the world and how happy he was to document every moment of his little sister, Helena. Damian had already missed 5 years of his son’s life. He found himself wanting to catch up on what he had missed.

“I would greatly appreciate it.”

While Damian flipped through the pages of the photo album and occasionally took pictures for Dick who would undoubtedly pester him for some once he’s back in Gotham, Marinette would tell him what was occurring when a particular moment was captured. Damian saw some pictures of Tommy with Talia. There was one particular photo with his mother and renown fencer, Kagami Tsurgi, both of them squatting to show a toddler Tommy, who looked busy sucking on his saber, the proper stance while a panicked Marinette was in the background. It made him chuckle.

Soon, a knock sounded on the door while Marinette was telling him about Tommy’s first karate lessons.

“That’s him.”

She stood up and opened the door to let in a dark-haired and blue-eyed child who ran and hugged Marinette’s legs. Behind him was a woman who had a striking resemblance to Marinette and a blond man with icy blue eyes.

“Thank you for taking him out, Bridgette, Felix.”

“No problem, cous. But who’s that?” Bridgette gestured towards Damian and Tommy curiously glanced at the strange man sitting on their couch.

“I will text you the details later.” Marinette thanked them again before sending them away.

“Ma, who’s that?” Tommy asked, once his aunt and uncle were gone.

“Well, mon chou. You remember how Grandma Talia told you that your father is Damian and stories of how he is busy, protecting a city filled with lots of bad people by fighting them.”

“Uh….huh”

“That’s him.”

“Really?! No way.”

Marinette booped his nose. “Yes way. He wanted to meet you.”

Damian took that as his cue and stood up. “Hello. I am Damian. Nice to meet you, Tommy.” He tried to smile pleasantly at him, hoping he didn't scare the kid off.

Tommy frowned.

Oh no. He can’t have screwed up already. While he might not be parental material, he still wanted to get to know the boy better.

Before he could do anything, Tommy in all of his five year old bluntness said, “I expected Papa to be taller.”

Damian then had no doubt that this boy was his son.

“I don’t think I would need that DNA test anymore.”

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #damian x marinette #good mom talia

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

_-_-_-_-_

“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.”

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.

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Deep in the Dark Pt. 1

Male Orc x Female Reader

You had been training as a massage therapist for almost five months now. It was a dream job of yours and when you were finally able to afford the class you were over joyed. The school you went to was the best in the area and most either got jobs in the town over or stayed here in Green Vale. Most went to this school with a place in mind and you were no different. You had your heart set on working at Aenon & Aalto Spa and Massage, a relaxing spa that was nestled right outside one of the most lavish resorts.

You had been there once for a girl's weekend when your friend found out she got accepted into her dream college. You didn't know what to expect when you went in since this was your first professional massage but it had been an absolute treat and an eye opener. You received a life changing massage from the famous masseuse Sloan. You recall being intimidated by him at first but as he worked your sore muscles with his large and surprisingly soft hands you felt as if you were about to melt. You had dreams of going back ever since and the easiest way you knew how was to get a job there. You worked hard to save up for class and had done your best to gain recognition from your teachers to help with the application, after all A & A doesn't hire just anyone.

"Hello.... yes... yes... ok.... Thank you. I'll be there Monday." you hang up the phone and try and do everything in your power from exploding in sheer delight.

Your application was accepted and they were so impressed by your recommendations that they asked if you could start next week! You call up your friend and tell her the good news but all she did was tease you about working with that hot orc guy who gave you a massage.

"It's a bonus, I'm not going to lie, but I'm just really excited I got the job on the first try. I really hope I don't blow it though..." you tell her.

"You could just blow him if all else fails," she snorts.

"Liz no! I'd like to keep my job thank you! Besides he probably has someone in his life, someone who hasn't been job hopping aimlessly since high school." you adjust your phone as you fish for one of your wine coolers.

She gives you a disapproving tsk, "Stop talking like that, after all you're not that person anymore girly. You are smart, you are hot af, and you're about to start work as a highly successful massage therapist ok? No more of this pity party shit!"

You couldn't help but to smile, Liz might be crass and blunt, but she's always been in your corner.

"Yes ma'am. So should I go ahead and assume you'll be my customer once you come back for summer?" you ask.

"No, but I hope I can get a friends and family discount... That lamia chick has my business for life." Liz purrs.

You roll your eyes and finish catching up with your friend for the rest of the evening, trying your best to avoid more work talk. It's nice but when you hang up your stomach feels knotted with nerves and too much booze.

You try and sleep it off for the next couple of days, trying to wind down before you start this new and exciting chapter in your life but your lack of confidence starts eating at you.

Come Monday though you seem to have fought enough of it off to show up for work on time and start training. It was by absolute dumb luck that Sloan would be the one training you and when he came into the back office he greeted you with a lazy and toothy grin.

"Sloan, she'll be starting today. I need you to get her up to speed within the next couple of weeks. With Jordan and Yesenia out for maternity leave, we're severely under staffed and right before summer break." Your boss hands him a file with your information in it as she leaves the office.

He holds the file, slouches a bit then lets out a pained sigh., "Always so last minute with her... Sorry about this, I'm not exactly prepared to train anyone today. I have three appointments lined up and I have to stay open for walk-ins. You could uh I guess watch and learn. I can have Miles print you our programs and seasonal specials that way you can put a name to face so to speak."

"Sounds good," you smile and get up to follow him. He leads you to the lobby which is practically empty save for a mother and daughter waiting to enjoy the hot tubs. Sloan gets some print outs for you and has you follow him to the room he works in. You feel your heart start pounding when you remember the massage he gave you a couple years ago.

"Hot towels are here, hot stones here, oils, CDs, LED candles, and the most important part-"

He opens up the last cabinet to reveal an overhaul of snacks and sparkling water. "My stash... I had to hide this when those ladies got pregnant. I didn't mind sharing mind you, these are just my favorites though."

"Noted, stay out of snacks." you laugh and so does he.

His first appointment rolls in and he gives you a quick run down of the program outside the room while the customer prepares for her massage. You watch with the consent of the customer as part of your training and take notes when you see fit. Afterwards you let Sloan have his quick snack break and escort the woman to the lobby where you make sure she drinks plenty of water while you schedule her for her follow up.

"Thanks, I didn't think I'd get to eat till after she left." he says as he pops a chip in his mouth.

You raise a brow and he laughs. "I woke up late as usual and had to speed through all that city traffic, like usual."

"You come all the way from downtown?" you ask.

He nods and empties the rest of the bag in his mouth, licking those thick lips clean of any crumbs.

It's a bit of a drive from downtown you think and he must not get home till pretty late so he probably passes out upon arrival. You decide tomorrow that you'll bring him some breakfast.

The rest of the day comes and goes with no incident. When you clock out though, Sloan is nowhere to be seen. You ask Miles if he's left but he notes that his car is still parked outside. You go back and see if he's in his room and before you could knock on the door you hear him curse and groan.

You think about knocking on the door to see if he's alright but he might be on the phone and you didn't want to interrupt.

When you come in the next morning with breakfast Sloan lifts you off the floor for a hug. You try not to think about it for the rest of the day since he doesn't make a big deal of it but you can't get the thought out of your mind. His huge hand holding you by your waist and how tight his muscles felt when you had to steady yourself against his chest. You'd think about it later, much later, right before bed.

That day and the rest of the week went by very well you thought. You got a good feel for the programs and by Friday they gave you your own room across from his. You got used to him arriving barely on time and he got used to you bringing him breakfast, calling you his savior.

"You're spoiling him," Miles teases you.

"I am not, I just feel bad that he never has any time for breakfast. I'm just trying to be a good coworker." you defend yourself.

Miles grabs one of the mini quiches you were offering, "A good coworker, mmhmm."

You roll your eyes and take the rest of the quiches to the breakroom where everyone can enjoy them. You start on a pot of coffee and in walks Sloan, his hair an absolute mess and his eyes are hardly open.

"You shouldn't be driving if you're not fully awake, it's dangerous. Here." you hand him some water as he slides down onto one of the seats.

The smell of brewing coffee quickly wakes him up enough. He grabs a few of the quiches and scarfs them down as if he hasn't eaten since yesterday. You hand him a cup of coffee that funnily enough says 'starter fluid for the morning impaired'.

"You're an angel," he sighs, breathing in the scent of coffee before taking a sip.

"And you're a hot mess. You should be glad Rachel isn't here yet, she'd have your head if she saw you like this." you lift up a section of his hair and he nearly chokes.

"Oh my god are you ok?" you ask as he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm fine, just uh I... it went down the wrong pipe." he replies.

You double and triple check to make sure he's okay before you start combing through his hair. You're almost surprised by how much there is and even more so at how quiet he is. Usually he's talkative right after his first cup. Miles walks in to grab some coffee as you start braiding Sloan's hair and he gives you a snarky grin and mouths 'you are so spoiling him'.

When you finish up Sloan couldn't thank you enough for the rest of the day since Rachel had decided to do an out of the blue uniform review. Now you know why Sloan was aggravated by her last minute decisions.

During lunch break later that day Sloan disappears like he did on your first day. You assume he probably wants to be left alone or is hiding while napping, something along those lines. When you finish eating you decide to go and prepare for the next appointment a bit early so you can have time to call and check on your mother. As you go down the hallway you can hear Sloan from his room. He sounds like he's talking on the phone again and it doesn't sound good. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

Days pass after that and you forget to mention it. Your schedule is pretty packed from now all the way up to the first week of August with appointments. Rachel has to hire another masseuse just to keep up with all the walk ins and once again puts Sloan in the position of last minute trainer.

You of course offer to help, especially in the morning since you have a pretty decent grip on the schedule and programs now. The new hire is a tiefling who went to the same school as you. You'd gotten along alright with him before so it was easy to show him the ropes. You'd fill him in every morning over coffee about the programs and the usual walk in customers. Sloan would take him off your hands after lunch and have him help with the laundry since Rachel was out that week.

"I think he's getting into the swing of things," you tell Sloan over lunch one day.

He looks up from his salad, licking some dressing off of one of his tusks. "You think so huh? That's good I guess."

You sigh and go back to your soup. He's been hard to talk to as of late and you can't help but to think it might have something to do with his home life and the conversations he has on the phone.

"Is everything ok?" you finally ask him.

"Yeah why do you ask?" he shovels some more salad in his mouth mindlessly.

"It's just that you've been pretty quiet lately and I know it's none of my business but sometimes I hear you in your room and you sound pretty upset and I was just wondering if everything is ok with your home li-"

Sloan coughs and beats on his chest as he quickly grabs some water and napkins.

"You... you can hear me? I mean you've heard me before?" his face looks flushed when he asks.

"Only a couple times, I just assumed you were on the phone and didn't want to bother you..." you look away from him, feeling stupid for bringing it up.

You hear him sigh heavily, "I see, yeah... on the phone... Please don't tell anyone else."

"I promise," you reach out and take his hands in yours, "but is everything ok with you? You've been looking pretty glum lately."

His expression softens to the point that it looks like he's about to cry, "My nana's been in the hospital for the past four months and just when it looked like she was getting better her doctors said that they found a growth and need to operate asap."

"I'm so sorry. Is there anyone looking after her while you're at work?" you give his hands a squeeze and he shakes his head.

"My folks weren't ready for kids when they had me so nana's been the only family I've ever known. All immediate family lives in the next state over and they're practically estranged." his voice sounds so strained and so tired.

"Is that why you've been late to work recently?" you ask.

"I stay there till they kick me out and I drag myself back home. I hardly have time to hit the shower much less the couch or my bed." he slips his hands out of yours and rubs his face as if to hide the stinging of tears.

Your heart ached for him wishing you could do more for him than just breakfast and fixing his hair on occasions.

The next day Sloan is a hour late, his eyes are sunken though his hair is acceptable. You ask about his nana and he says that they're operating today and she told him to not miss work because of it.

"I know we haven't known each other for that long but if you want I can ask my mom if she can go there and make sure everything's ok post op." you suggest.

He leans down and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you hard against him.

"My angel that would be wonderful." his voice is barely a whisper, pained and sorrowful.

You call your mother up as soon as he lets go and she agrees to go see Sloan's nana and he gives her all the details and calls the hospital to let them known she'll be there.

He gives you another hug and kisses you on the cheek. You'll have to fight the urge to touch the spot where he kissed you for the rest of the day.

A few hours pass and your mom texts you with a few updates, all good. Sloan seems to be less on the edge knowing there's someone with his nana. Right before work lets out you get a picture text from your mom and you run like the wind to go show Sloan.

"Out of the operating room. Docs say she'll be on a fast tract to recovery. They want to do some blood work but aside from that everything looks promising."

The picture attached shows an elderly orc woman in a room filled with bunches of flowers. She's giving a thumbs up in the picture and has a smile on her face. Sloan sinks to the floor and starts to cry. You lean in to give him a quick hug but he wraps his arms around you and sobs into your shoulder. Miles walks in to see what all the commotion is about but you quickly shoo him away.

After several minutes he finally calms down enough to talk. "Thank you again angel."

You help him up and tell him that your mom will stay with his nana tonight and be on standby. He's confused until you tell him to follow you home for at least a nap since he's in no condition to be driving through down town on a Friday night. At first he refuses but after yawning several times before closing he finally agrees.

When you get home you pull the bed out of your couch in your living room and before you could put pillows or blankets on it he was already laying down.

"You can stay the night if you need to, I don't mind." You set a few pillows down and a large comforter.

Sloan sits up and gives you a lazy smile, "I might have to take you up on that offer." He pulls his shoes off and unbuttons his shirt but stops before he takes it off.

"Uh you don't mind. I um-"

"No you're fine, make yourself comfortable. Let me know if you need anyth-"

He slips his shirt off revealing the tight and toned muscles it's been hiding. You stifle a gasp when he stretches and undoes his hair from the braid, letting the long locks settle against his back.

"Thanks but I think I'm good for now angel," he yawns.

"You don't have to keep calling me that," you look away from him and towards the kitchen, a wine cooler sounding good right about now.

"No, I think I'll keep calling you that. You've been nothing but since you've started working with us..." he hums as he stretches out on the bed.

You grab at the hem of your shirt considering what to say next. "It's... There's a reason. I mean I didn't know anything about your nana until recently but I felt that you weren't eating breakfast so that started the second day after work... but this goes back longer than that and oh god I'm rambling..."

At this point Sloan is sitting up and you have his full and undivided attention. His golden eyes are set on you as he waits for you to continue.

"It was almost a couple years ago so you probably don't remember but I came in with a friend and you had given me a massage and I was like wow this is nice. And like I said I know you probably don't remember but I had those eye tattoos that made it look like my back was looking at you and-"

"That was you!?" he flops right out of bed, tripping then grabbing you by your shoulders.

You nod your head, trying to keep your eyes from wondering around his muscular hairy chest that is right in front of you.

"I-I didn't think you'd remember that," you laugh nervously.

Sloan looks excited, "I thought it was interesting and to be honest I wanted to take a picture of it but you know, company privacy policies and I didn't want to creep you out."

You bite back a laugh thinking that you'd probably have let him. "well it was thanks to that massage that made me want to work in the industry."

His eyes go wide for a second and he gives you a toothy smirk. "So an eye for an eye huh?" Realizing what he just said he crumples to the floor in a laughing fit. "You did not just make that joke!" You throw your hands up and stomp off to the kitchen.

"Wait! No I-pff... I'm sorry I had to," he gets up and chases after.

You grab a wine cooler for yourself and a beer for him. "I hope this is ok, it's the only thing my brother will- Hey!"

He snatches the wine cooler from your hand and pops in open on your counter. " I've always preferred these over beers. Nana's to blame."

You can't help but to laugh as you put the beer back and grab another cooler.

"To your Nana's health," you clink your bottle against his and chug the sugary sweet alcohol.

You and Sloan spend the next few hours sitting on your kitchen floor drinking coolers and snacking on whatever you have in the fridge and pantry. You talk about throwing a little celebration for his nana once they release her from the hospital and about him showing up to work on time from now on.

You don't remember when but you eventually fall asleep and wake up with all the lights turned off. You feel something heavy slung over your hip and a warmth right against your back. Your eyes pop open when you realize that it's Sloan. He's holding you in his arms and his face is resting in the crook of your neck.

You try and carefully squirm out of his grasp but he just holds onto you tighter. "Mmm my angel..." You hear him moan into your ear.

You try again and this time you're able to free your arms but you can't get him to move his out of the way.

"Sloan... hey Sloan!" you gently smack his arms several times before he finally wakes up.

"Angel? What are... Is it morning already?" He lets go enough for you to escape his hold. You instantly regret doing so because now you see that you're hardly wearing anything and he's wearing absolutely nothing.

You toss blankets and pillows at him while you cover up your eyes.

"Put some pants on dammit!" You cry out.

Sloan takes a few seconds before he finally responds with a choked laugh. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Force of habit! I promise nothing happened!"

You know that, you had the same habit of shimmying out of your clothes when you slept so this was nothing new for you to wake up with next to nothing on... But Sloan?

"I over heat easily, big body, lots of heat, I'll start taking my clothes off and-"

"It's fine, no harm no foul. Coffee?" You quickly change the subject to something more important.

"Please and thank you. And once again I am so so sorry," he apologizes, this time more sincerely.

You busy yourself in the kitchen throwing a pot of coffee on and a couple of frozen breakfast burritos to soothe the hangover. You try really hard not to think about his naked body, so muscular, so toned, so...

*Beep*

You shake your head and grab the burritos out of the microwave nearly burning your hand in the process. The coffee finishes shortly after and Sloan stumbles in shirtless but with pants.

"Need any help?" he asks.

"No, I just finished. Here." You hand him a cup and his burrito, both of which are gone within minutes of you handing them over.

He fusses about making it up to you for letting him stay the night and eating your food and well, you having to see him buck naked. He helps you clean up and put the pull out bed away but he keeps insisting that it's not enough.

"At least let me take you out to dinner," he buttons up his shirt and starts putting his hair back.

"I've already seen you naked, you don't have to wine and dine me as an apology," you joke.

He goes quiet for a couple minutes like he's considering something, but you break the silence by saying he can give you a massage if he really wants to make it up to you.

"Now that's all the more reason to take you out to dinner," his voice sounds a bit more sultry and when he looks over his shoulder his eyes seem a bit playful.

You bite your cheek as you try not to read further into it.

He's just being nice, nothing more... nothing less...

"It's just a massage, you've seen me with far less on than what I was wearing this morning," you argue.

"Yeah, but that was more professional. This is more private. Humor me, let me buy you dinner, maybe take you to a movie, and then that massage..." he glides his fingers gently down your back, eliciting goosebumps.

"S-sounds more like a date than a thank you slash apology," you take a deep breath when he slides a finger down your spine.

He chuckles and surprises you with a kiss to the back of you neck, "Maybe it's a bit of all three."

Before you can turn around to swat at him he's backed away quite a bit. He's wearing a devious grin that does nothing to help the heat that's rising to your cheeks.

"Next Saturday? I can pick you up at six. I know a really good restaurant near my place." he gives you more details as he shuffles out the door before you can protest.

When he's gone and the house is finally quiet you let out a silent scream before calling Liz.

"Hello? Hello? Liz can you hear me?" you can hardly hear her through all the background noise.

"Yeah what's going on girly?" she yells.

"I. Have. A. Date." you emphasize every word and you hear her squeal in delight on the other end.

"Is it with who I think it is?" she asks, walking into another room so she can hear you better.

"Yes... and I am so nervous. He's taking me out to dinner next Saturday and then he's going to give me a massage and I am so nerve wrecked. Help!" you yelp.

The phone line is quiet and you think she lost reception until you hear beeping on her end. "I have a flight booked for Thursday. First class, I'm helping you get ready. No if, ands, or buts. We are going shopping!"

She hangs up right after that and you're left pacing about your house in fear and delight.

Sloan texts you throughout the rest of the weekend and says that your mom offered to keep an eye on his nana during the work week until the hospital is ready to release her. He also texts you about the upcoming date which makes you feel worse about it.

You haven't been very successful in the dating department and the last guy you dated didn't make you feel particularly good about yourself. If it wasn't for Liz stepping in and helping you kick him out of your place you'd probably still be in that miserable relationship.

But this is different, you convince yourself. Sloan is nice, he's sweet, he's funny and he's easy to talk to. Everything will be fine, right?

Monday rolls in and Sloan is early to work.

"Morning angel," he grins when you walk into the breakroom. He hands you a cup of coffee and bends over to kiss you on the cheek.

"G-good morning... How's your nana?" you quickly take a seat and set the coffee down.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "She's doing good enough to be give the doctors hell again. I walked in on her and your mother complaining about the hospital food. Your mom made me leave to go get something less gelatinous."

"I should have warned you she can be a bit bossy at times," you laugh.

"No wonder your mom and my nana get along," he rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his coffee.

For the rest of the day you and Sloan talk about his visit over the weekend when either of you aren't busy. He sneaks in a couple kisses here and there as well, one on your cheek, on the back of your neck and hand, but never to the lips. It felt a little frustrating but you weren't going to bring it up.

It's your turn to close tonight so everyone's gone at five except Sloan. He helps you finish up the laundry and tidying up the lobby and breakroom, but he's quiet and it's starting to get to you.

"Is everything alright?" you ask him.

He folds up a few more towels before he turns around and walks your way. "I was going to ask you the same thing to be honest..." he starts.

"What do you mean? I'm fine it's just-"

"Am I being too forward? I know I said this could be a date but if you just want to be friends I'll respect that, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable around me." he pleads.

"It's a bit too late for that..." you say and before Sloan can apologize you put up a hand and smile. "I already told my bff I have a date this Saturday."

Sloan's expression changes then as he pulls you up against him, his hands resting just above your ass. "Oh so you do have a date then? With who?" he purrs into your ear.

"With a really handsome orc who owes me a massage," you laugh, playing along with him.

He growls and squeezes your hips, "So does that mean you're just going to let him touch all up and down this body of yours."

"Maybe after he's wined and dined me," you tease.

"What if he can't wait that long?" Sloan asks, his breath hot and heavy.

You quickly unbutton his shirt and pepper kisses from his chest all the way up to his neck. He tries to stifle a moan but it escapes the second you bite down on his ear.

"Fuck... angel please..." he begs, his hands now cupping your ass and lifting you up.

You steady yourself on his shoulders and bend down to kiss him on the cheek as he's been doing to you. He groans in frustration and you giggle as you press your lips against his. It's a slow and deep kiss that leaves you wanting more, much more. Sloan adjusts you a couple times in his arms so he can hold you closer against him. His tusks brush against your neck as he nibbles on you, the sensation sending shivers across your body.

"Ah...Sloan wait..." you moan and he moves away from your neck. His eyes are tinted over as you looks over you and the hickey he just left.

"Sorry," he grins. "I just had to take a bite."

You laugh and he sets you down against one of the folding tables. Your legs wrap around his hips and he quickly peels off his shirt. He grinds into you and you feel how hard he is. "Fuck I want you so bad," he growls and you move against him in response.

"If you have dessert before dinner it'll just ruin your appetite," you purr in his ear and unhook your legs. He growls against your shoulder. "But I suppose an appetizer wouldn't hurt. Switch places with me."

Sloan helps you off the table and sits down on the counter next to the washer after the both of you realize that he might break the table. You undo his pants enough to let loose his massive erection. He lets out a sharp hiss when you barely squeeze the base and lick the tip of his cock. "Go easy on me angel," he sighs as he cups your cheek.

And you do, you go painfully slow and easy on him. Your lips ghosting the tip, your tongue sliding up and down his shaft at such as slow pace that he begs for more. But you keep at the snail's pace, enjoying the moans you elicit from him, the deep heavy growls when you squeeze his balls, and how he bucks his hips every time you tease the tip of his cock.

"F-fuck... angel please," he curls his fingers into your hair and tugs just enough for you to look up at him. His face is dripping in sweat and is well shaded in the dimness of the room. You smile and lick your lips as you descend back down on his cock, taking as much of it as you can. He throws his head back and he growls in such a way you swear you've heard it before. "Yes, fuck keep going," he purrs.

His cock is large, much larger than anything you've seen before. You can take just under the head but the rest you use your hands for. Pumping up and down while you suck you hear him make that familiar growl again and it's not till you squeeze him in earnest that you remember where you heard it.

Just thinking about it excites you and you start to pump his cock harder and faster. When he finally comes you're surprised at just how much there is.

"Sorry, I've been a little pent up lately," he admits as he helps wipe you off.

"I've figured," you give him a devious grin.

"Oh and how's that? Sloan asks, sliding off the countertop and looking for his shirt.

"You haven't had much time to slip off and go talk on the phone in the room lately," you try so hard not to laugh when you see hip whip around.

He looks devastated for a moment then chuckles it off. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. You've been nothing but an angel since I've met you and I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I am that I get to see you almost everyday."

Your heart skips a beat and you giggle thinking about how your tease back fired on you. "And here I thought I was the lucky one. Getting to work with the guy who got me into wanting to be a massage therapist and all."

Sloan smiles softly and pulls you in for hug, "I guess we're both lucky huh?"

"Mmhmm," you still want to argue that you're the luckiest but instead you settle by pinching his butt. Sloan jumps but laughs it off and give you a taste of your own medicine. After that the both of you finish closing down the place and attempt to part your ways for the evening several times. Sloan tries to ask you to dinner but you remind him he's got his nana to check on. "Always such an angel. Making a bad boy like me behave," he kisses your cheek and opens your car door.

"You? A bad boy?" you raise a brow at the thought.

He curls a finger under your chin and lifts your head up so you can meat his gaze, "If you can wait till Saturday night, I can show you just how bad I can be." He kisses you all the way from you neck to your lips sending a rush of heat throughout your body.

"Goodnight my angel, text me when you get home," he gives you one final kiss to the cheek before he departs, leaving you a flustered mess in the parking lot.

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tteokggukk · 4 years ago

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bijoux → kth

» pairing: taehyung x reader

» genre: smut, established relationship, pwp (or with very little plot), some fluff at the end

» words: 5.2k

» warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, mentions of alcohol (champagne), an attempt at dirty talk, oral (m receiving), ball sucking, hand job, deep throating, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls stay safe use the rubber), straddling, riding, tae wants y/n to be loud af idk what that’s called, use of pet names like “babe” “baby” and “darling” lol, oh and mild spanking, tae is a dom

» summary: it’s your three-year anniversary and your boyfriend decides to surprise you by taking you on a trip to his private island, having dinner by the beach, and fucking you with expensive jewelry.

» a/n: this was accidentally posted last week im so mad @ this app is2g so if you’ve read it no u haven’t <3 AHAHAHA

permanent taglist: @mochisjoon @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd

You were used to Taehyung spoiling you like this.

When you first met, you never would’ve thought he was extremely well-off because of his incredibly humble nature. He was the type to prefer fish cakes off the streets, go on spontaneous trips via commute, and just overall lived a normal, average life—or so you thought.

It wasn’t until you two started dating when you found out that he belonged to a family of preeminent business tycoons that owned several empires across the globe. Since then, Taehyung has showered you with lavish, expensive gifts and various trips to different countries. Though it made you uneasy at first, you quickly understood that spoiling you was one of his many love languages. Still, behind all the glamour and affluence, nothing changed about his down to earth personality and you loved him just the same.

Tonight was your three-year anniversary and Taehyung undoubtedly went all out. An hour ago, you were just getting off work while talking to him on the phone about the dinner plans you had for tonight. It was only later when you were riding on the jet did you realize he was trying to throw you off with fake plans to surprise you on a trip to one of the private islands he recently acquired.

Taehyung had big plans for your anniversary.

When you two got off the jet, you were immediately greeted by the ocean breeze that felt cool on your skin and the sound of waves crashing. Taehyung takes your hand as he leads the way to a candle-lit table where waiters stood to welcome you both as you two sat comfortably and settled down to hear tonight’s dinner preparation, leaving you with two tulip glasses and a bottle of champagne.

“What do you think?” Taehyung asks while holding the glass in his hands, the jewels on his rings shimmering from the candle light.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” You sighed in amazement while looking around at the scenery, making Taehyung smile at your amusement, “You said we were just having dinner.”

“Technically, we are having dinner,” He chuckled, “I just didn’t say where.”

He always had a knack for surprising you, but each time he did you would never see them coming. You laughed and shook your head, “I can’t believe all I got you was a watch.”

“What are you talking about? I love it! Look—,” He pulls the sleeve of his suit up to reveal your gift, “I’ve been wearing it all day. I think I’ve bragged about it at least a hundred times now.” You laugh at the way he strikes several poses to show off your gift, his eyes turning into crescents at seeing you happy.

“I’m never taking this off,” He looks at the watch appreciatively, recalling the way you woke him up earlier this morning to present him your gift. He hasn’t stopped replaying the moment in his head since, and it made him even more determined to give you the best celebration he possibly could.

After minutes of joking around throughout dinner and talking about how your relationship has been over the past three years, Taehyung suggested that you two went for a stroll by the beach. You both walked barefoot on the sand while he secretly took pictures of you from behind, admiring the way you looked in the moonlight.

The sea breeze felt cooler as the night grew even darker causing you to feel colder and colder by the second. Taehyung always loved walking by the shore, so you did your best to warm yourself up by exhaling into your hands and rubbing them together so you wouldn’t have to go inside just yet. Taehyung noticed how you were probably feeling chilly and almost took his jacket off to cover you up, but remembered that he shouldn’t.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed how he took back his action.

That was weird.

“Are you getting cold too?” You asked, deciding not to read into it too much.

“No, I’m good,” He shrugs and moves closer to you, “Are you getting cold? Do you want me to keep you warm?” He playfully suggests as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck, leaving trails of soft kisses on your warm skin. The feeling of his lips causes you to giggle while you enveloped his torso and pulled him even closer.

Taehyung pulls his head back to stare at you for a moment, his lips curling up. He brings his hands to cup your face and you could feel the cold metal on his rings making contact with your skin.

“Happy anniversary,” He whispers, leaning closer into you.

“Happy anniversary,” You replied, your own lips curving up at the thought of what he was up to.

There was a definite shift in the atmosphere from the moment his lips landed on yours. What started out as soft and sweet pecks gradually turned into a rough and needy kiss—you almost forgot you were outdoors with the way his lips perfectly moved in sync with yours, completely clouding your mind.

Taehyung finally pulls away and brings his lips close to your ear, the contact causing chills to run down your spine and his voice sonorously low, “I think it’s time we head inside.” Unable to resist himself, he takes you by surprise by carrying you in bridal style, leading you all the way into the mansion.

Heading inside, Taehyung doesn’t fail to greet the household as if he wasn’t carrying you at all. They greet him back looking pleased to see you both, but you couldn’t help but feel the eyes staring at you two, especially now that he was carrying you like this. They probably knew what you two were up to, but you greeted them anyway, trying to sound the way you normally would despite feeling a little conscious.

The place was huge and had more than enough rooms for two people. There were large windows and chandeliers that scattered warm light all over the place while the faint smell of new furniture lingered, indicating the mansion was just newly built. You’ve never been here before, so it takes you a moment to realize that this must’ve been the personal project Taehyung has been working on for months now.

You really were lucky to have such a thoughtful boyfriend.

Taehyung sets you down once you reach the room near the end of the staircase. He places his hand on the curve of your waist while the other reaches for the doorknob, revealing a large suite-like room. There were rose petals and candles everywhere while soft jazz music played in the background. It all looked so romantic, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at how flustered this all made you.

“Why?” Taehyung giggles and turns slightly red, feeling a little shy, “Look, I know you hate cliché, romantic, cheesy things but—“

“No, Taehyung, it’s perfect,” You grinned, “This is just—wow, I can’t believe how much thought you put into all this,” you sighed, almost sounding breathless. The color of his face returns to normal once he sees your wide grin, making him feel relieved.

“Well there’s more inside.”

He shuts the door behind you as you look around the room. Everything was magnificent—the scent of bergamot and chamomile from the scented candles, the rose petals spread across the floor, the view of the ocean from the room—you loved everything he had prepared. Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, watching you scan the room before calling your name.

“____.”

Your head turns to face him, and this was the first time you’ve ever properly focused on the bed. Your brow knits for a second, trying to make out what it was hiding behind Taehyung. Moving closer, you notice three boxes laid out on the bed—one large, black, velvet box, while you recognized the other two by the familiar classic red color decorated with gold.

Cartier.

Taehyung pats the empty space next to him making you sit down, “These are for you.” He takes the two red boxes and opens them, setting them down in front of you. It was a set of pink gold flower earrings with a diamond in the center partnered with a matching ring, the exact ones you were eyeing in the store the other day. Your heart began to swell knowing how much he paid attention to you, even when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“Taehyung, I—” You were speechless. You could feel your heart bursting when you realized just how attentive he truly is.

“Try them on, I think they’d look really good on you,” He smiles and hands you the earrings. You took off the ones you were already wearing to replace them with his gift before glancing at the large mirror on the side of the room, finding yourself unable to hold back a smile.

“They’re beautiful,” You admired. Taehyung steals your attention from the mirror by taking your hand and holding the matching accessory. He takes the matching ring and slides it onto your ring finger, smiling to himself as he does. Your heart flutters at the action, and you both admire the placement of the ring on your finger. Taehyung looks at your hand fondly, running his thumb on your fingers.

This must be what it’ll feel like, you thought, when he propo—

You shake your head to stop yourself from completing that sentence. It’s not like it was impossible, but you tried not to get your hopes up just yet.

“Taehyung, I love them. Thank you so much,” You thank him, pulling him in by placing your arms on his shoulders. Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you tight before redirecting his attention to the remaining gift, his sparkling eyes indicating how excited he was for the last one, “Wait, there’s one more.”

He takes the other black box, but you have no clue as to what it is. You don’t even have any possible guesses on what it might contain, but when he opens up the box you’re astonished to see a gold body chain decorated with beads of opal, tourmaline, and sapphire shimmering inside like light reflecting off the ocean. Taehyung catches the way your mouth turns agape, smirking at your expression and feeling pleased with himself.

It was gorgeous. He knew your taste so well.

“Try it on, babe,” Taehyung hands you the box and you take it from his hands.

“Can you help me put it on?” Your eyes meet his and his brows raise, only for his lips to curve up into a smile.

“I’d love to.”

You walked over to the mirror to place the box on the dresser while Taehyung followed behind. Facing your reflection, you collect your hair and pull it up while Taehyung proceeds to unzip the back of your dress. The fabric swiftly falls to the floor leaving you only in your lace lingerie.

Taehyung traces the curve of your back and places a soft peck on your nape before walking over to the dresser to take the body chain in his hands. You feel the cold, thin metal touching your skin as soon as Taehyung puts it on and it sends you shivers down your spine, but it’s quickly replaced by the feeling of his warm hands travelling down your back and resting on your waist.

He stares at you adoringly, and you can’t help but smile at the way his eyes lit up while he looked at you. The way the chain accentuated the outline of your body, how it perfectly rested on your chest—Taehyung licked his lips at the sight of you looking all bedazzled.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“I love it so much,” You turned to face him, “Thank you, Taehyung.”

You pulled him in for another embrace and his head rests into your neck. You never would’ve imagined Taehyung would spoil you this much for your three-year anniversary, so you decided to show him your gratitude as much as you possibly could. Reaching for his cheek, you pressed your lips softly against his so your lips were once again moving in perfect sync, picking up from where you left off from the beach. Your hands wander from his neck and down to his abdomen while you could feel him running his palms down your back to reach for your ass. Slowly, you two make your way back to the edge of the bed where Taehyung falls on his back as you slowly positioned yourself to tower over him.

“Can’t believe you did all this for me,” You purred in his ear, “Wanna show you how thankful I am.”

“Is that so?” Taehyung chuckles deeply. A smirk forms on your lips before you move down to face the protrusion forming underneath his slacks. He sits up in preparation for your next move and takes his jacket off, carefully setting it aside on the bedside table.

You tease him for a while by rubbing your palm along the fabric covering his length, causing Taehyung to let out a small grunt and tilt his head back. Unbuckling his belt, you finally unzip his trousers to reveal his thick, hard cock with the tip turning into an angrier shade of red by the second.

You try to remove the body chain in fear of your hair getting tangled while you sucked him off only for Taehyung to place his hand on your chin, signaling you to make eye contact with him, “Don’t. Keep it on.”

You do as you’re told and focus your attention back on his cock. Licking your lips, you set your hair aside and begin by running your tongue along the tip, causing Taehyung to let out a hiss. Your hand starts pumping his cock while you kept your mouth occupied by sucking on his balls.

When his tip begins to release a thread of white beads, your lips finds its way to wrap around his cock—bobbing your head up and down while your hand pumps the rest of his size. The sound of Taehyung’s groans impels you to take him further, and without warning, you take his whole cock into your mouth. Taehyung instinctively grabs a fistful of your hair, making you train your eyes on his gaze.

“Fuck, ___, you’re doing so well,” He groans, “So fucking gorgeous.”

Taehyung starts shoving his cock into your mouth and felt his balls hitting your chin. His hand follows the motion of your head, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat while tears began to form in your eyes. His breathing turns heavy as he lets out one profanity after another, the sight of him along with the beautiful sounds he made arousing you even more. You rarely had him under control like this, so you definitely relished this moment where you had him wrapped around your finger.

He’s close when you feel him jerk inside you. You take him in even deeper, squeezing your thumb to suppress the gag reflex, a gasp leaving his lips as the hot liquid spurts into your throat. You do your best to hold yourself back from gagging and swallow it all down before pulling yourself away and wiping the remnants off. Taehyung relaxes on his back, his breathing returning to normal while you crawled towards him.

Your swollen lips crash on his neck and decorates his skin with little love bites while Taehyung unclasps your strapless bra and sets it aside near his jacket. The room’s cold air causes your nipples to go hard, but his warm hands find their way to your breasts, kneading them gently.

“Baby,” Taehyung calls.

“Hmm?” You hum in response.

He places his fingers on your chin and brings you closer, his voice drawling into your ear, “Did you really think I’d let you take control for the whole night?”

A gasp escapes your lips as Taehyung briskly flips you over so he was towering over you now. With a darker look in his eyes, he stares at you sinfully, eyes scanning your whole body and licking his lips at the view. How was it possible that even after covering you in jewels, you still shined brighter than all the precious stones combined?

The smirk on his lips says it all—he’s got a lot more planned for you tonight. You move your legs up to assist him as he drags your lace underwear off you and tosses it somewhere else.

“Now that you’ve had your fun, I think it’s about time I take over, yeah?”

“O-oh, shit—!” You let out a moan as his finger harshly presses onto your sensitive clit, rubbing it in firm circular motions. Your mouth begins to let out small whimpers while Taehyung continuously picks up the pace causing the heat to form in your stomach. It isn’t long before you feel yourself getting slick with arousal which Taehyung as a cue to insert his long digits into you.

“Ah—!” You bit your lip at the way he made his entrance, your walls wrapping around two of his fingers. He leisurely pumps his fingers in and out of you, only taking seconds to turn you into a whimpering mess.

“Is this what you want, babe?” Taehyung smirks at the sight of your crimson cheeks and reddened lips caused by the amount of times you had to bite it from moaning too loud.

“I—“ You exhaled, his fingers still inside you, “…want you, Tae.”

“What was that?” He knit his brows together and pretended not to hear you. He suddenly presses his thumb onto your clit, making your back arch and your toes curl as you cried out his name.

“Fuck, Taehyung!” You shut your eyes and gripped on one of the pillows next to you. God, you loved how long his fingers were. He could effortlessly pump them in and out of you while his thumb rubbed onto your clit, easily overstimulating you.

“I’m sorry darling, I didn’t catch that. Could you repeat what you said?” He places his free hand on your jaw, making you turn your attention to him.

“I want y-you, Tae,” You cried, “Please.”

He chuckles darkly, “Of course, babe. You’ll have me soon. I just need to prepare you first.” Taehyung’s thumb leaves your clit, replacing it with a third finger into your pussy. Another moan comes out of you at the feeling of his fingers stretching you wide. He licks his lips at the image of you digging your nails and muttering out profanities with his fingers alone.

So gorgeous, he thought.

“God, ____, look at you soaking my fingers,” he smirks. You were sure you were nearing your high and you almost wanted him to finish you off with just his fingers until you feel him pull them out, a little sad that the momentum stopped.

“I’m sorry babe, you’re not coming on my fingers tonight,” He breathes out a laugh before sucking on his fingers, indulging himself at your taste. “Taste yourself, ____.”

He dips his digits back into your pussy and collects your arousal before bringing his fingers closer to you. Following his orders, you take his wrists and bring his hands even closer to suck on his fingers, leaving no trace of yourself on them. Your hands then find the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss, feeling the smirk form on his lips.

Taehyung huffs as he pulls away, his beautiful brown eyes meeting yours.

“Straddle me.”

His words cause you to momentarily intake a sharp breath, but you do as you’re told and get up from where you were. Taehyung moves and sits on the edge of the bed, stroking himself while he waited for you to get on top of him.

Placing yourself on his lap, you take the initiative of unbuttoning his shirt for him to reveal his beautiful honey colored skin. You graze his nipples and plant soft kisses on his neck to tease him for a bit while his hands roamed your back, fiddling with the thin, gold chains around you. You could feel the contrast of the cold air with his big, warm hands on you.

You then prop yourself up and take his cock in your hands, allowing him to rest his back slightly while still keeping his eyes on you. Carefully, you slide his cock in and hold onto his shoulders for support, his hands holding your wrists as you sink all the way down on him.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” You gasped and laughed a bit, “I can never get used to it.” Taehyung just laughs at your reaction and caresses your cheeks, feeling slightly proud at the comment.

His hands move down and tightly grip on your waist once you start moving up and down his length, emitting low groans from Taehyung at your every move. He watches as your breasts gradually move up and down at a quicker pace while the body chain slaps against your skin.

It definitely did things to him, he was so glad he bought you those accessories.

“Ow—wait,” You winced, momentarily unable to move your head as your hair got tangled with the chain, “Hold on.”

“I got it,” Taehyung collects the strands of your hair and takes it all in his hand, the both of you cackling at the ruined momentum. It didn’t take long for you to get back to moving, making him tilt his head back and moan in response.

“Shit, you’re doing so well, babe,” Taehyung groans.

You could feel your walls clenching around him while his cock hit every right spot inside you. Without a moment’s thought, you start bouncing on top of him. The beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend turned you on even more, you couldn’t count how many times you had to bite your lip tonight from screaming. You cover your mouth as your head tilts back at the pleasure you felt as you got off on him, Taehyung noticing how avoided yourself from making that much noise.

“Does it feel good, babe? Do you like using my cock to get off?”

“Y-yes, god, I do,” You moaned, “You feel so good inside me, Tae.”

“Really?” His hands begin to travel down to palm your ass, feeling your smooth skin before—

Smack!

“Fuck!” You cried with your hands on your mouth, the contact of his palm causing your body to shift forward and pause your movements. He takes your wrist and removes your hand from your face. Moving his lips to your ear, his gravelly voice sends shivers down your spine, “Then let me hear it.”

“But the people outside might—“

“I don’t care who hears. I want them all to know how good my cock makes you feel,” He says, hands now travelling to your thighs.

You continue moving up and down his length, working your way to build up where you left off. You don’t stop yourself from letting out small moans now, but this still didn’t seem enough for Taehyung because he suddenly pressed his thumb back onto your clit, causing you to scream his name out loud.

“Good girl,” He hums. Your eyes meet his at the nickname, sparking something inside you and causing you to move even faster. At this point, all you two could feel was pure ecstasy—his thumb moved faster circles onto your bud while you were focused on continually bouncing on his cock. Louder moans eventually slipped their way out of your lips, and it drove Taehyung wild hearing all your noises.

“You’re so beautiful,” Taehyung praised, “You’re so fucking good, ____. So tight for me.”

You brought your lips to meet his while you continued on riding him, tongues sloppily lapping against each other’s before you pushed yourself off him to fasten your movements—the heat in your stomach beginning to pool as you felt your orgasm coming closer.

“F-fuck, Taehyung, I’m close!” You cried, moans painfully loud but no longer caring about trying to tone it down.

“Go, babe. Come on my cock.”

With one tug of your hair in Taehyung’s hands, a euphoric feeling came washing all over you. Time seemed as if it was slowing down as your orgasm ran out its course, rippling throughout your body in waves. You felt your body jerking slightly in front of him, pushing Taehyung back on the mattress with your actions slowing down but still moving against his cock as you rode your high. It wasn’t long after when Taehyung’s cock began twitching inside you, filling you up inside with the hot liquid as his vision turned white.

For a moment, your chests were pressed against each other’s as you both panted for air. Taehyung grabs the duvet and covers you both with it while one of his hands rested on your back, but you later moved to his side to let him breathe. His hot breath met your forehead while your hand rested atop his chest—only the sound of the soft music played in the background.

“God, I love you,” Taehyung sighs and presses his lips to your forehead.

“I love you more. Thank you for this wonderful anniversary,” You grinned before placing a kiss on his cheek, eyes fluttering shut as you went back to your comfortable position.

“Hold on,” Taehyung sits up and gets off the bed, careful not to bother and move you too much, “Let me clean you up.”

You’d normally tell him it was fine and that you could do it yourself, but you were too tired to say anything. All you could do was smile at him, silently feeling grateful at how caring he was.

Later on, he came back with some towels and cleaned between your thighs, all while unable to resist himself from placing soft pecks on your skin. When he was finally done, he was surprised to see you snoring softly, already asleep on the bed. Taehyung smiles to himself at the sight of you sleeping peacefully and walks over to your side, covering you even more to keep you warm before tucking himself in bed next to you. He takes his jacket off the side table and shoves it in the drawer.

He places a soft kiss on your temple and wraps his arms around you, the faint smell of your perfume still there.

“Happy anniversary.”

The first thing you noticed the next morning was how sore your body felt.

Second, Taehyung was nowhere to be found.

The ache between your legs makes it hard for you to move fast and get up from bed, but you did your best to get to the bathroom and freshen up. A smile makes its way across your face as you realized that you were already wearing a bathrobe, something Taehyung probably put on you while you were asleep. Minutes later, the sound of the familiar footsteps makes its way into the bedroom, dissipating the worry you previously felt about your boyfriend’s whereabouts.

Taehyung walks in with breakfast on a bed tray, a wide grin on his face at seeing you already awake.

“Good morning, darling,” He grins.

“Good morning,” You smiled at him. The sun shining from the windows was nothing compared to how bright your boyfriend looked in the morning. How it was even possible for him to look perfect at such an early hour, you had no clue. On top of that, he had already cleaned everything up while you were asleep. Everything about him screamed perfection and husband material, you still couldn’t comprehend how he was even real.

He places the tray in front of you, and you thank him in response.

“I must’ve fallen asleep first last night,” You told him, taking a slice of bread and feeding him with it, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help clean up the room.”

“Don’t be sorry, I wouldn’t have let you anyway,” He chuckled.

“You should’ve woken me up earlier, I could’ve helped ou—“ You stopped slicing the bacon on your plate when you suddenly noticed the empty space on your finger—the ring and the body chain were gone. You don’t remember taking them off last night, either.

“The ring’s go—“

“I took it off, along with the other jewelry,” Taehyung informs you, holding your hand before you freaked out, “I thought maybe you’d be uncomfortable sleeping in them.”

“Oh, thank god,” You sighed in relief with your hand on your chest. ”I thought I might’ve dropped them or something. Thank you, babe. You’re so thoughtful,” You placed your hand on his cheek. Before you could even think about it, Taehyung keeps your hand from moving away, placing his hand on top of yours while your palm rested on his soft skin. Your lips curl at the endearing action.

“I also thought maybe, your finger needed the space,” He starts, his voice a little diffident.

“Space?” One of your brow raises at his words, “What for?”

He set your hand down and moves across the room, taking his jacket out of the drawer he shoved it into last night. A small laugh erupts from you, “Babe, why’d you hide it in the drawer? It looks all wrinkly now. Want me to iron it?”

“No, it’s fine,” he laughs nervously, “I just needed to keep it from you for a while.”

Your brows knit together in confusion, “Keep it from me? Why?” Suddenly, you remembered how you caught him almost offering his jacket to you last night while you two were out walking on the beach, but hesitated before keeping it on instead.

“Oh, you were keeping it from me last night,” You nod your head in realization, “What’s up? Is something wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, it’s perfect,” He said, not quite meeting your eyes while he dug his hand in one of the pockets. You watched as he nervously tried to find whatever he was looking for.

“____, there’s one last gift I want you to have.”

“Taehyung, you’ve done so much for me already,” You tell him. He’s already spoiled you a great deal last night, how could he have more gifts incoming?

“This one’s different,” He swallows hard, “This is something I’ve been meaning to do for a while now. To ask, actually.”

You could feel your heart beating erratically in your chest as Taehyung walked closer to you, gazes never leaving each other’s even when he was standing a mere foot away. You’re not sure what he’s about to pull out from that jacket, but it has you breathing heavily. Maybe it was a magic trick—a deck of cards, a flower that burns into a necklace—maybe even a bunny, but your thoughts were silenced the moment he gets down on one knee, leaving your mouth agape.

No way.

Tears begin to well in your eyes as you watched him pull out the thing he’s been hiding from you all this time, a small box with the familiar shade of blue, which he opens to reveal a bright, diamond ring with a diamond encrusted platinum band.

His eyes, shining brighter than the ring he’s currently presenting you, stares deeply into yours before popping the question you’ve been dreaming to hear.

“Will you marry me?”

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glowingbadger · 3 years ago

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The Sylvain and Dimitri arranged marriage stuff made me think of a claude version of it. Maybe an AU where Claude never came to fodlan and reader has to marry the prince/king of Almyra to improve countries relationships. Anyway seriously love your stuff thank you so much for the content!!

Oh hoo Anon, this is a wonderful take on the concept. Let's see what I can whip up for us~

((side note I feel like we never learn whether Almyra speaks a different language from Fodlan?? But being multi-lingual is sexy so idgaf))

((And also I used Bengali for Almyran because I have Bengali family and the language is so beautiful even though the english alphabet phonetic spellings are weird af))

Claude x Reader - Arranged Marriage

NSFW 18+ (like only towards the end tho idk)

Overall, you do what you can to stay out of the way. You'd been sent to Almyra as a symbol- a token, more than anything else. Now that you were in King Khalid's possession, very few throughout the castle paid you any particular mind. You were provided for, of course. Anything you cared to ask for was given. But you didn't speak a word of the Almyran language, and those who bothered to use what they knew of Fodlan's to communicate with you seemed to view you as a pet to be kept safe and healthy, and little else.

By week's end, there was to be a lavish banquet in honor of your union with the King- though of course, your input on the proceedings is entirely unwanted. In some ways, Almyra is quite similar to Fodlan. Court life is much the same. As you wander through the royal gardens, wondering at a range of colorful and exotic flowers you'd never heard of, let alone seen, a voice speaks smoothly behind you.

"Did you know you can actually eat the petals of this particular flower? They're very sweet."

You whirl around and nearly bump into King Khalid. You're about to stammer out an apology, but he reaches out and plucks a single white petal and holds it before your lips.

"Go on, I think you'll like it."

Whatever possesses you to eat a flower petal from this man's hand is something you'd rather leave unexamined for the time being- but he is right about the flavor. It's sweet, but not overly so, and quite pleasant.

"Hm! Yeah, it's nice," you say, then glance up at him as another thought occurs to you that you'd considered once or twice before, "You speak the language of Fodlan very well, my Lord."

"I'm flattered," he says with a disarmingly handsome smile, "and please, just Khalid. I don't think I could bear to have my own wife stand on such formality with me."

He says it so naturally, as if you'd been planning this union for years. Though, once again, he's right. This is only perhaps the dozenth time you've exchanged words, but you are wed, and you ought to get used to addressing him as your husband.

"Khalid..." you say tentatively, "Did- did you need something from me? I hope I wasn't too much trouble to find."

"Not when you find such pleasant places to hide," he replies, still wearing that easy smile, "but to be honest, I was actually hoping you'd accompany me for the day. I can finally afford to take a bit of time away from the castle, and I think you and I both would appreciate some space to breathe. What do you say?"

Correct once again. You nod, and take the arm he offers you. As he leads you out from the gardens, he points out a few more plants native to your new homeland. They're incredibly varied, each more strange and vibrant than the last. All the while, he's somehow made you feel as though you're chatting with an old friend. You leave the gardens and wander towards the area you vaguely recall to be designated for horse stables and wyvern stalls.

From there, a few things happen in sequence. Khalid asks if you're afraid of flying. He asks if you trust him to hold on to you. He helps you up onto the saddle that seems impossibly high up on its own right, and then, you're propelled into the air with a force your body has never felt before. You tense and shrink back against his chest, clinging to whatever part of the saddle you can find purchase on for dear life. Up here, it's difficult to pick up, but you feel your husband laugh behind you, then his strong arm wrap around your waist.

"Relax, I won't let anything happen to you," he says against your ear, his voice sure and steady, "I've got you."

And it takes a few miles of flying and a lot of Khalid distracting you by pointing out different buildings and shops along the streets below, but eventually, you do manage to relax- at least a little.

The castle town is positively buzzing with activity. Even from your distance in the sky above, you can see clusters of people moving around each other like fish up stream, and even hear the faint echoes of a merchant advertising goods.

"It doesn't seem at all like the Almyra we're taught about in Fodlan."

"Oh, it is," Khalid assures you with a bemused chuckle, "But it's also much more. I imagine it's the same for your people. There's a lot we can learn from one another, I think."

By the time the sun is high in the sky, you've passed the most densely settled part of town and are gliding over farmland and the occasional pocket of forest and rivers that split and cross through the earth like veins. Though, the warmer climate of Almyra will still take some getting used to, and it seems your husband considers this.

"Let's land for a bit and find some shade,"

You nod, and he directs his wyvern to begin a slow descent.

The King had thought of everything for this little day-trip, it seemed. Having evidently packed everything you'd need in the saddlebags on his steed, you now recline beside him on a plush blanket in a clearing amidst the trees. A small brook bubbles down from stone to stone in small waterfalls beside you, and the air feels positively alive with birdsong and rustling leaves, all foreign to you and all part of your new home. And so is he, you think as you glance over at the handsome figure of your husband beside you.

You'd been sitting in a comfortable quiet, munching on a couple of very dense pastries which Khalid had told you incorporated an extract of the flower you'd sampled earlier. He gives a satisfied sigh as he finishes his first and lies back on the blanket, taking in and savoring a deep breath. As you finish the last bites of your own treat, you reflect on the day thus far. You'd learned much about the locals and their daily lives by observation and Khalid's description in such a short time, and he'd even taught you a hand full of basic words and phrases in Almyran.

"Uhm, Khalid?"

He opens one eye and gives you a sideways glance.

"It was... dhonnobad, right? Thank you?"

His smile his open and warm, his eyes practically shimmering in the reflected sunlight from the nearby brook.

"Well, we'll have to work on your pronunciation, but I'm impressed you remembered," he beckons you down onto the blanket beside him, and you follow, lying on your side as he turns towards you. You're closer than you'd anticipated, even given the limited realestate of the blanket, and you internally scold yourself for being shy about something so silly- like some naive adolescent.

"Let's try a couple more words, since you've been such a diligent student."

"Okay," you say with a smile, "try me, I'll do my best."

"Hmm..." he looks around your private clearing, then gestures towards the brook and says, "Jala"

"Jala," you repeat slowly. He nods,

"Right- that's 'water'. And, uhm..." he points toward a patch of wildflowers at the edge of the brook, "Phula. That's 'flower'."

Again, you repeat as best you can, and though you know your pronunciation must be off, he's encouraging nonetheless. Then, he leans in towards you, and brings his free hand to your cheek, his fingertips brushing your skin lightly.

"Now try sundara."

"... Sundara?" you make an attempt, and you're sure you got something about that 's' sound mixed up, but Khalid just gives you a slanted smile. He doesn't clarify at first, so you ask, "What does that one mean?"

His fingers slowly weave back into your hair, and his voice is low and soothing as he replies,

"That means 'beautiful'."

Your face warms immediately, but you hardly have a moment to feel bashful about it before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you slow and deep. His movements are effortlessly sensual, pulling you towards him and sending your pulse pounding through your veins. You part your lips to him almost instinctively, and the way he uses his tongue is sparing, but oh-so effective. When he finally pulls away, your head is spinning and it's all you can do to meet his gaze.

"So... that's how they kiss in Almyra." you say, barely above a whisper. Khalid smirks and turns you onto your back, sliding an arm around your waist.

"Oh, no- there's no tradition in this, only skill."

Goddess- if they'd warned you of the King's supernatural charms, you wouldn't have believed them. But now his lips are on yours once again, and he's holding your body to his, and you can't think of anything else. Your arms drape across his shoulders, and faster than you can track, your bodies have met in a tangled, impassioned embrace. It was hard to imagine that mere kissing could feel so erotic, but something about his pace, about how his lips and hands move in tandem, about how thorough he is in exploring you, makes you feel like it would be only natural to give yourself over to him completely.

His kiss travels along your jawline up to the shell of your ear, where he nips briefly, then murmurs,

"I was hoping to apologize for how little time we've had to get to know each other before today," you bite at your bottom lip as his hand slides down to the curve of your hip, "if that would be pleasing to you, my dearest wife."

"Ye- yes..." you sigh into the open air as his lips reach your neck. The single word is all either of you need. He never stops pressing lavish kisses to your lips and neck as he pulls your clothing out of his way. By the time he's satisfied, your clothes are draped off your arms and pooling around you on the blanket- and he doesn't seem to care to remove them entirely. He has a goal in mind.

Slowly, painstakingly, he makes his way down your body. You feel him everywhere- hands tracing and memorizing your frame, breath hot across your skin as his lips spoil you with adoring kisses. Soon enough, he's kissed his way to your lower stomach, and he urges your thighs apart beneath him. You suppress the instinctive wave of embarrassment at being exposed to him for the first time- he is your husband and your King, afterall- but then, his head dips down towards your plump lower lips, and your mind goes white.

"Khalid-!" you gasp out as his tongue trails coyly up the crease of your folds. He hums contentedly, and places a disarmingly chaste kiss to the soft skin. Then, his thumbs gently spread you open for him, and your entire body burns while he takes a moment to merely admire you- your pretty little hole already wet, your clit already hard and flushed dark. When his head lowers once more, his green eyes meet yours steadily, as though to promise without words to be good to you.

And in a moment, his mouth begins to gently tease your clit, and your head tilts back on the blanket. Your hips jerk just a bit with each pass of his tongue across the sensitive bundle, and occasionally you can't hold in a gasp or whimper of pleasure. This only encourages him, of course. The more you moan and sigh, the more dedicated he becomes to your body. He presses himself more firmly to you, his lips surrounding your clit and the surrounding tender flesh, and he suckles on you, licks you, kisses you. You don't know when it happened, but your hands are at the back of his head, fists tangled in thick brown hair as he diligently works.

The unbearable tension is winding tight and anxious in your lower body- you know he'll drive you to climax before long, and the mere thought feels like falling in love. And then Khalid moves lower, and his tongue dips inside of your entrance. You gasp and unwittingly tug on his hair- but he certainly doesn't seem to mind. With a lustful groan, he presses more firmly to you, truly buried against your body as his dexterous tongue curls upward, stroking the vulnerable spot behind the nerves of your clit.

"Khalid!" this time it's nearly a scream, and you're grateful that your voice is lost in the surrounding foliage. Your thighs begin to shake, and your hands release him to instead clutch the blanket behind you. And at last, with a whimper in a voice you hardly recognize, your lower body floods with soaked warmth as your orgasm sweeps through you. Panting, twitching, you moan out for your husband over and over, until finally, the wave begins to subside, and Khalid pulls away to position himself above you on all fours.

"That's a nice expression..." he says with a grin, directing you to look at him with a hand at your chin, "I hope I'll get to see it often."

When your eyes finally refocus, you look up at him somewhat apologetically,

"I should... attend to you."

He laughs and kisses your forehead,

"There will be time for that tonight, don't you think? Once we're a bit more... put together," he says with a glance at your bare form, "we should head back to our ride. I'll bring you back to the castle, and we'll get the cooks to prepare something very 'Almyran' for you."

You nod- it probably wouldn't do for the first time with your Lord Husband to be mid-day in the woods. Though he'd certainly failed to make it seem unappealing.

"And then," he goes on, bringing a finger to trace the curve of your bottom lip, "Well, maybe we'll excuse ourselves to our bedchamber a bit early this evening, and we can continue this little... cultural exchange."

#why do these always end up so long urg #claude von reigen #fe3h #claude x reader #fire emblem smut #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #feh #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem imagines #x reader #claude fire emblem #not sfw writing

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hiccanna-tidbits · 3 years ago

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Jackunzel Month

Day 18 - The Little Mermaid

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Y’all thought I was done with Jackunzel Month??? PSYCHE

I apologize for being horrendously late!!! For some reason this one-shot was really hard to write??? I think it’s partially because the first Jackunzel fic I ever wrote was in a mermaid AU, so I was really trying to make this its own distinct thing while still trying to incorporate some of the things I liked about that story. I got pretty nostalgic writing this regardless ;_____;

Starring Jack as a random poor fisherman’s kid instead of a prince because fuck that, Jack ain’t no prince, he’s poor af! He’s really Just Some Guy who happens to be pretty funny, and the idea of a very pretty young mermaid very readily preferring that over some larger-than-life prince who’s also Moneybags McGee is both endlessly amusing and extremely heartwarming to me.

Also, I strongly believe that these two’s teasing and banter would only be enhanced by one of them being half fish X3

Random aside, but I watched some scenes from The Little Mermaid for inspo, and like...Ariel x Eric is actually way cuter than I remember??? Like lowkey I hated TLM as a kid (mainly because I was a not-like-the-other-girls pick-me type who made a point of despising anything even remotely feminine lmao) and like...Ariel still isn’t my fave, and I can’t help but make fun of the whole “daddy I love this man I’ve spoken to 0 times!!!” bit. But lowkey when Ariel and Eric DO start interacting, their chemistry is...actually pretty solid???

Not that Eric’s whole “I’m going to marry this girl because she sings nice!!!” bit is any less ridiculous XD Honestly I think these two ditzy idiots are kinda perfect for each other that way XD

Pic credits available upon request!

Fic preview under the cut!!! Go read the rest on my ff.net account, Infrared-Ultraviolet!

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Rapunzel lay sprawled on a surf-beaten boulder, pink tail swishing behind her as she watched the distant figures on the beach.

She was nestled in a cove of pointy rocks, hidden and far enough away that no one running around on the sandy beach was likely to spot her. Rapunzel was no stranger to the perils of the human world, after all.

Looming above the pale golden shoreline and the human fishing village just past was a great castle, stark-white stone towers and rust-colored roof spires stabbing into the sky. Rumors flew around the merkingdom about the viciousness of the people in that castle, going out in lavish boats and dragging in enormous nets filled with every type of sea life under the sun—fish, crabs, lobsters, shrimp, seals, dolphins. Those merfolk brave enough to go near the palace claimed they heard the screams of animals drifting from the windows, and sometimes felt drops of scalding oil fall from above and sear into their scales. Whatever way the humans killed and ate creatures of the sea was likely not kind. One particularly gossipy young merboy had even claimed they once were roasting a merperson over a spit in their courtyard, although Rapunzel doubted that.

The human prince was said to hold sea creatures prisoner, a tank full of tropical fish taking up his entire wall. Rapunzel had heard many a haunting bedtime tale from her father that if she didn’t behave, she’d end up trapped in the prince’s collection. She’d heard of him and other well-off humans holding great shows and performances, where they came to gawk and point at sea animals and harass them for entertainment. Some of the crueler humans would hit dolphins and seals with rods until they did tricks.

Although Rapunzel couldn’t help but feel a sort of morbid fascination with the castle, it wasn’t the reason she snuck out to watch the humans.

A brown-haired boy raced down the beach, dressed in a threadbare beige shirt and a tattered brown vest and pair of trousers. A little girl with matching dark hair ran just in front of him, laughing. He caught up to her and pinched her playfully in the side, and she screamed in delight.

Anna didn’t understand Rapunzel’s taste. She’d always said if a human had to catch the blonde’s eye, she’d think it would be one of the snappily-dressed ones who rode by in fancy carriages, or one of the dignified ones who marched down the more lavish piers wearing powdered wigs and petticoats.

But no, the one she had her heart set on was a fisherman’s son, dressed practically in rags and always sweaty from running and bouncing everywhere he went.

She’d seen him a number of times. When he wasn’t out on his father’s fishing boat, he was dashing around the beach or the docks, trying to make his sister laugh. She sometimes spotted him on top of the soaring seaside cliffs just past the rocky shore. He would sit or stand there alone for what seemed like hours, gazing off into the distance with a strange expression.

Rapunzel wondered if it might be a sort of yearning, but she didn’t want to read too much into it.

Other than those mysterious moments on the cliffs, he always radiated joy. Every time she saw him, he was beaming or laughing or putting on some silly performance for the younger kids. His happiness was so infectious that every time she spotted him, and consequently stayed to “observe” him for probably much longer than was appropriate, she went home feeling giddy and cheerful.

She wanted to know him.

Merida thought Rapunzel’s taste was absurd. It was beyond her, how Rapunzel could risk getting into the most massive trouble either of them had ever known and getting captured and imprisoned by the cruelest of the land creatures, all for some fisherman’s son. It was easy for Merida to say—she had always been enchanted by the sea maidens that surrounded them. Rapunzel saw her head turn every time one swam by, eyes darting over flashing tangerine or violet or emerald-hued scales and looking approvingly at elaborate hairstyles held in place by shells. Merida was baffled by what a dry and shriveled-up land creature could ever have to offer.

Nonetheless, Rapunzel found herself coming back to the rocky cove whenever she had a spare afternoon.

She kept telling herself Today’s the day. Today’s the day I’m going to work up the guts to talk to him.

It never actually was the day, but that was neither here nor there.

On the distant beach, the little brown-haired girl and several other children her age were playing in the sand, building rickety castles with buckets. The fisherman’s son stood watching them for a while before leaning down and murmuring something in the little brunette girl’s ear. She nodded with a big beam, and the boy turned and began making his way down the shoreline.

Toward Rapunzel.

She glanced across the cove, at a flat boulder right on the edge of the beach.

She could go there if she wanted. She could wait for the boy to come to her, and if any of the kids in the distance looked up and saw her, a quick escape into the surrounding water would be easy. No one else was around to run and tell the castle staff that a new mermaid was ready and available for kidnapping.

Before Rapunzel knew it, her fins were carrying her over to the rock by the beach, and she was pulling herself onto it. If she really wanted to talk to Fisher Boy, it was probably now or never.

Before she could second-guess herself, the approaching boy looked up and locked eyes with her. He nearly fell over.

“Whoa, what the—are you really—”

“Uh…hi.” Rapunzel gave him her most winning beam.

The boy blinked a few times, taking a couple of tentative steps forward. His eyes drifted to her tail, gawking at it.

He opened his mouth, as if to let out a cry of alarm. Rapunzel quickly put up her hands to stop him. “Please don’t freak out!”

His mouth snapped shut. “I am definitely not freaking out. I just also definitely did not expect to start talking to a supernatural entity on my walk down the beach today.”

Rapunzel tipped her head to one side. “Am I a supernatural entity?”

“Considering until today, I didn’t think girls with fishtails existed outside of sailor’s tall tales floating around seafood market stalls…I’d say so, yeah.”

Rapunzel glanced down at the gleaming anemone-pink scales covering her lower half, and her eyes flicked back to the boy. “Well, you can walk around on land. That seems pretty supernatural to me.”

He took a step closer, taking another long look at her lower half. Rapunzel blushed.

“Wow. I knew that pollock tasted a little funny this morning, but this is on another level.”

She shook her head rapidly. “No, no, I’m real! I promise! Come and see!”

He gingerly walked over to her, and she was suddenly wreathed in the musky scent of carp, sand, sweat, ocean-kissed wood, and old rope. She found herself longing to melt into it, wanting it to surround her after a long, tiring day.

It wasn’t the sort of smell Merida would enjoy. She’d far prefer coconut and sea grape and banana and saltwater and plumeria.

To Rapunzel, though, it felt just right.

The boy hovered a hand over her scales. “Can I touch?”

Rapunzel nodded eagerly.

His fingers felt soft as they brushed over her, sending excited shivers up into her torso.

“If this is a dream, it’s the most real-feeling one I’ve had in a while,” he admitted. “Never thought those crazy deckhands at the docks were actually onto something. Seeing half-fish people splashing around underneath your boat does sound pretty far-fetched until you see it for yourself.”

He let out a wry laugh, and Rapunzel smiled at the ground. His laugh really sounded so much better up close.

The boy slid his hand off and looked up at her, and she realized his eyes were as brown as his hair. “It’s just…I’m out to sea all the time, and I’ve never seen a mermaid,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Where are you and all your friends hiding?”

Rapunzel frowned. “We hear bad things about a lot of the humans. The ones in the castle, especially. They run us over with their giant ships and fry us in oil for feasts and collect us like rare artifacts so they can gawk at us all day. It’s safer to make ourselves scarce.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know what goes on in there. They all seem like a bunch of entitled snobs, anyways. I don’t blame you for not wanting anything to do with those jerks.” He shrugged nonchalantly before abruptly breaking into a wide smirk. “But I have to ask, then…if humans are bad news, why are you talking to me?”

“I’ve been watching you!” Rapunzel told him, beaming. “I see you on the beach and out on your fishing boat and up on the cliffs, and you just seem so nice and funny and handsome and interesting and thoughtful and smart and it looks like you take such good care of your little sister and—”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and Rapunzel’s hand shot to her mouth as she realized what all had slipped out.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she whimpered. “That probably came across so creepy. Gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that! I meant I’ve seen you around while I was doing my daily swims, nothing else, and I really wanted to meet you, and I didn’t—I wasn’t following you or anything, I promise. I just noticed you and you piqued my interest and I wanted to meet you. If that’s okay.”

She started to play with a long strand of blonde hair, looking at the human boy pleadingly.

Had she said too much? Too many stupid things? Was he going to run?

“Well.” He grinned, spreading his arms a little as if showing himself off. “Now you’ve met me. I’m Jack Overland.”

“Um…Rapunzel Corona.”

She bit her lip, not sure what to make of this human. He didn’t seem bothered by her stalking habits—albeit stalking habits only bred out of the warnings of her peers to never interact directly with the land folk.

Jack Overland nodded approvingly. “That’s a suitably fancy name.”

He trotted over and sat down on the rock next to her, crossing his legs. He rested a sharp, boyish chin on cupped hands, regarding her curiously.

“So you’re not going to like…lure me into the water and eat my heart out, are you?”

Rapunzel wrinkled her nose. “No! Why would I do that?”

“What about drowning me?” He tipped his head slightly to one side. “Or stabbing me with pointy shells? Any plans of that?”

She glared at him. “No! I think you’re nice! I would never!”

He broke into another smirk and let out a chuckle. “Listen, Crazy Old Larry’s always in the tavern rambling on and on about ‘siren songs leading ye cursed seafarers to certain doom.’ Granted, he’s usually six drinks in when I see him, and I think the cod he eats for breakfast has seen better days, but I still had to check.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdly dramatic voice he did for Crazy Old Larry.

“Lucky for you, I don’t have much interest in stabbings or human hearts,” she said. She laid back on the rock, grinning up at him as several locks of her long blonde hair slipped into the water behind her. “Hearts are way too chewy and sinewy for my taste, and too much blood squirting out everywhere makes the water smell awful. As for drowning…I mean, human bodies floating around is a great way to pollute everything.”

“Phew.” He smiled down at her, and her heart felt like it was crashing into her ribs harder than waves at high tide. “That’s a relief. I guess I’m safe.”

“Gotta say, though.” He shrugged. “Every possible human to break your taboo and talk to, and you choose the smelly, broke fisherman’s kid. I don’t get it.”

She grinned. “Well, you haven’t grabbed me and dragged me off to make your dinner with yet. Or tried to pull my scales out to make jewelry. So I say you’re doing pretty well.”

Jack fixed her with an impish look, and his hands started gliding toward her tail with fingers poised to yank. She lifted her tail and smacked him so hard he nearly fell into the water, and he burst out laughing.

“I think that thing’s strong enough to send me flying halfway across the cove,” he said. “Honestly I don’t know why your kind is so worried about humans. I’m pretty sure you could just pummel them into rocks if they pissed you off too much.”

“Maybe,” she teased. “Or maybe you’re just skin and bone.”

“Oh, you did not!” He swatted her arm, and she cackled.

A shrill voice rang out across the beach, and Rapunzel looked up to see the little brown-haired girl from earlier bounding toward them.

Jack sighed. “You’d better go. My sister Emma’s got the biggest mouth in town, and I don’t trust her not to tell everyone she knows about you.”

“Okay.” Rapunzel felt a slight pang of disappointment as she let herself slip into the water. She peeked up her head above the waves and gave him a small smile. “Well, it was nice to finally meet you.”

He met her eyes, gaze suddenly sad. “Will I see you again?”

She beamed at him. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Rapunzel vanished into the waves just as Emma finished her trek down the beach.

***

And so, after that day, Jack and Rapunzel started to meet. Secretly, atop flat ocean stones hidden by forests of jabbing, pointed rocks and towering sea cliffs, but as often as they could nonetheless.

Rapunzel wondered at first if it was foolish, going to see one of the folk who could drag her away from the sea forever if he committed to it. It didn’t take long for her to gather that such an undertaking was far more work than someone like Jack was willing to put in. He had no interest in building up the muscle mass needed to carry a struggling mermaid into town and pawn her off for a handsome profit. Hauling ropes and fishnets around could only make you so strong, and carrying a being as big as you were, especially an unwilling one, was another matter entirely.

Aside from that, he seemed a kindhearted and easygoing sort, despite his occasionally rude sense of humor. He was always talking about his sister Emma, and how he would do anything for her. With a father constantly out to sea and a mother with seemingly never-ending seamstress work, Jack had practically raised Emma himself. She was the light of his life, and he didn’t know what he’d do if anything ever happened to her.

Jack was more than happy to bring her various artifacts from the human world. Dishware, cooking pans, corkscrews, burned firewood (the concept of using mildly-chaotic concentrated heat to make food crispier and tastier was truly fascinating to Rapunzel), maps of the world, pieces of rope, wooden sticks that were rounded at one end and had strings that made beautiful music if you pulled them. Pieces of old net, although he warned her to be careful with them as they were pretty “tangly.” Candlesticks that somehow managed to capture the very fire she found so strange and fascinating, even if it was only tiny bits of it. Ticking numbered devices that could apparently track the passage of time one 24th of a day at a time. Branching bones that had once been attached to the head of some great land beast, one that lived deep in sprawling clusters of trees. Glittery silver sheets that were somehow even more reflective than water itself.

Anything he was willing to part with she snuck down to the merkingdom, sliding it under her bed behind the conch and turtle shells she had collected over the years. Sometimes when she lay down to sleep at night, she held one of the assortment of objects close. It was a way to feel like she could keep the cove—and Jack—with her, even when they were far away.

One time, after the sun had gone down, he showed up with a metal-and-glass box with a soft ball of light inside, and said it was called a “lantern.” She loved them more than anything else in the world. She loved everything he showed her.

He brought her land food, too—more than she could have imagined existed. Mackerel seared over fire, delicious like nothing she had ever tasted. Boiled crab drenched in melted butter and herbs. Milk and cream and cheese and butter on bread. A roast, exotic meat called “chicken” made from a strange land bird. Raspberries and roast chestnuts and apples and hazelnuts and pears and other wild things Jack scrounged up in the woods outside of town. Once he even managed to steal her a piece of lavender cake from a castle courtyard party, disguising himself as a servant long enough to grab the elegant pastry and run.

In return, she brought him whatever treasures she could from the sea. Seashells in baby blue and candy pink, pieces of coral, sea stars, shiny abalone shells, glittering shed scales, the most elegant pearls she could find. It never felt like enough to thank him for all that he’d showed her, but it was the best she could do.

She couldn’t say how long they spent together, splashing around and building sandcastles and chasing each other through the cove and talking about how different the world was above and below the water. It never felt like long enough. Jack would have to go and make sure Emma wasn’t getting into too much trouble unattended, or Rapunzel would have to go before her parents got suspicious.

As the months went by, Rapunzel’s wariness dissolved. Any initial fears she had of him hauling her home like giant fishing trophy were gone, replaced by the warm comfort left after spending time with someone she’d known her whole life.

At least, it felt like she had known him her whole life.

She even found herself telling Jack about her strangest quality. Her magical golden hair, unusual even for mermaids, was the envy of the kingdom. Her mother had eaten a soup made from an enchanted undersea flower, said to have sprouted all the way from the center of the earth itself. The healing powers of the flower had passed into Rapunzel, and now she could cure any disease and close any wound with a quick song.

Ironically, Rapunzel had the exact opposite of whatever “siren call of death” Jack had been warned about.

Nonetheless, Jack wasn’t enamored with her powers. He wasn’t always asking her to sing for him so he could see the golden glow, or wrapping her hair around cuts and bruises and nagging her to make them vanish. To him, it was just another part of the ethereal world of merfolk—not any more or less amazing than her having a tail or being able to breathe underwater.

It was refreshing, really, being seen as something other than a quick bottle of medicine. Her parents praised her endlessly for her abilities, and how much good she did with them, but it still always made her feel…other. Like most who saw her were more interested in staring in awe at the sunshine trail of hair that flowed behind her than actually knowing her.

Jack wasn’t like that. Just a couple magic songs and a couple bouts of glowing hair, and he got back to unraveling the rest of her being.

She remembered the first time he’d crept up behind her in the water and hugged her waist, nearly giving her the scare of her life. He burst out laughing, but he didn’t let go.

She found she didn’t want him to.

He murmured in her ear asking if she could take him swimming, his voice a pleading whine. It was nigh impossible to say no.

And so they took to him lying on her back with his arms locked around her waist, and she’d zoom up and down the coastline while he whooped and cheered. They stayed beneath the cliffs, keeping to places so rocky and treacherous that no human or merfolk would dare venture there, but Rapunzel found she never worried about getting hurt.

Jack brought something brave out of her.

It was more tiring than swimming alone, but Rapunzel found herself looking forward to streaking through the water with him. She liked the tight feel of his arms around her.

Rapunzel grew to love the cove, the sprawling view of the cliffs and the beach. She lamented that she could never remember the beauty of it exactly as it was, no matter how often she came. She wished there was a way to keep it with her all the time, not just in her fickle memory. She mentioned this to Jack at one point, not missing the way his eyes lit up conspiratorially as she said it.

The next day, Jack brought a thick wooden stick on three legs, a thin white board, several long twigs with fur on the end, and a little tray filled with gooey, colored smudges. He said humans used something called “painting” to capture things they saw and keep them with them.

Rapunzel painted the cove. The picture was rough, and crude, and looked more like a collection of oddly-shaped blobs than anything, but it was hers. They let it dry before hiding it away among some of the craggier rocks, making sure it was far out of sight. Jack promised to check up on it every so often, when Rapunzel couldn’t come out to see him.

Then one day, Rapunzel came home to find her parents floating above the front lawn and glaring at her, all the contents of the underside of her bed spread across the eelgrass.

Her treasures were smashed to pieces in front of her. Her father told her neither humans nor their dangerous devices could be trusted, and no part of the world on land had a place in their kingdom. He wanted her to forget the human world completely—and if that meant destroying every last remnant she could possibly hold onto, then so be it.

Humans were perilous and cruel creatures, Frederick told her. The only true guarantee he had of keeping her completely safe from them was to make sure she never went near one again.

In short, she was forbidden from ever seeing Jack again. One of her parents always seemed to have a watchful, critical eye on her, as if daring her to try to return to the cove. She waited and waited for an opportunity to sneak away, but it never seemed to come.

She didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.

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Charlie Barber x (female) Reader

Summary: Charlie gets you a gift for doing well at work. Fluffy AF

Warnings: Sugar daddy themes, mentions of food, brief mention of alcohol, nickname ‘princess’

Word count: 1.6k

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You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally stepped through the door to your apartment, closing it behind you with a decisive thud. You kicked your shoes off in record time, placing your laptop bag down by the little side table, and finally placed your coat on the last available coat hook. Damn, it was good to be home.

The smell of garlic, tomatoes, and assorted herbs greeted you as you stepped further into the welcoming air of your home, and you felt your stomach rumble in anticipation of the delicious meal you could smell. It brought a soft smile to your face to think about the ‘chef’ in question.

“Honey, I’m home.” You singsonged in a teasing way, making your way to the kitchen where you could hear the sound of pots and pans being used. Before you got the chance to make it to the threshold, Charlie’s head and shoulders popped around the doorframe, checking to see if he’d actually heard you over the din of his cooking. His face broke into a charming smile when he saw his ears hadn’t deceived him.

“Hey sweetheart.” He greeted you, moving out of the kitchen to meet you halfway across the living room. He looked effortlessly put together in his sharp black slacks and pale blue shirt, unbuttoned enough to show his clavicle, sleeved rolled up to just underneath his elbows.

He leant down to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, broad shoulders bowing slightly as he descended to your level. His plump lips and warm tongue tasted faintly of expensive red wine, and you imagined him pouring himself a glass to enjoy while he cooked, maybe he even added a little in with the food.

“I didn’t expect you to be home already.” You told him, placing your hands on his strong shoulders and kneading them gently.

“Well, when you texted me earlier and told me how well your review had gone at work, I decided I wanted to have dinner ready for you by the time you came home, just as a little celebration.” He told you quietly, looking deeply into your eyes as he placed his large hands on your hips, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help the shy smile that rose up onto your lips.

“You didn’t have to do that Charlie! It was only a silly quarterly review!” You laughed, Charlie really took the tiniest opportunity to shower you with praise, it was ridiculous and heart-warming in equal measure.

“It’s not silly at all princess, I’m so proud of you. I even got you a little present.” He said, his voice lilting with a slight air of mischief. You gave him a mock-stern look, placing your hands flat to his chest.

“Charlie Barber you are an absolute menace with your gifts.” You said, though it was plainly evident that you were highly curious about what this gift was. It was true, Charlie would buy you a present for saying ‘bless you’ when he sneezed if he could. While it had been a shock to you at first, him buying obscenely expensive presents for seemingly no reason at all, a couple of things quickly became apparent to you.

Firstly, that these lavish gifts barely even made a dint in Charlie’s bank balance, this much was evident by the numerous designer watches he had collected, the quality of his clothes, and his gorgeous apartment. Charlie’s wonderful talent as a director had made him rich beyond belief, and while he didn’t brag about it, he certainly wasn’t ashamed of it either.

Secondly, over the time you had been together, almost three years now, it had become clear that giving you beautiful things was just one of the ways that Charlie liked to express his feelings for you. He wasn’t always the best at saying out loud, but when he returned home with an outrageously pricey lingerie set, or a custom made dress for date night at the most exclusive restaurant in the city, you knew it had more meaning to it than the promise of a long night of lovemaking, and some good food.

“You’ll like it, I promise.” He husked into your ear before releasing you from his hold and moving over to the dining table. You hadn’t noticed the small box lying atop it when you had entered, but you eyed it now as he brought it over to you. As soon as you saw the lustrous red hue of the box, you knew exactly where Charlie had got his purchase from. Cartier.

Sure enough, as he held the box in front of you, you took in the elegant gold calligraphy which proudly announced the name of the brand atop the shiny red box. Clearly he had been feeling extra proud when he went gift shopping today.

“Let it never be said that Charlie Barber does anything by half.” You teased him, he responded with a smirk as he deftly unlatched the box to present the contents to you.

Nestled securely in the black velvet was a glittering gold bracelet, incredibly simple in design, seemingly just one solid gold circle with no gaudy decoration to mar the quality of the metal. Upon closer inspection, the bracelet was inlaid in regular intervals with what looked to be… circle screwheads? Your confusion only grew as you examined the other item in the box, a tiny golden screwdriver, with a flat head that looked as though it would fit perfectly in the grooves of the screws placed in the bracelet.

“It’s absolutely beautiful honey, but what-” You began to question, unsure of what the intricacy of the piece was all about.

“It’s designed so that you can only put it on and take it off by unscrewing it, so that it’s secure.” He told you, drinking in the way your eyes were lit up with awe, he never doubted that you would like the gifts he picked for you but it never dulled the thrill of seeing your delight.

“Will you help me put it on?” You asked him, suddenly giddy to have this beautiful piece of artwork on you, so you could proudly display it. He chuckled lowly at your eagerness but ushered you to go and sit on the couch where he shortly joined you.

You couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the motions of his hands as they used the tiny screwdriver to release the opening of the bracelet. His hands were so big and strong, it was a wonder that he managed to operate them with such dexterity, but he’d proven on many occasions that his hands were highly skilled at many tasks.

He slipped the bracelet onto your left wrist, and you took a moment to focus on the coolness of the gold on your skin, the subtle weight of it letting you know that it was a genuine article, not that you expected anything less from Charlie. You couldn’t keep the smile off of your lips as you watched him use the screwdriver once again to tighten the screw back into place, securing the bangle on your wrist, though he ensured that it wasn’t too tight, and that it could still move slightly.

He caught your wrist gently in his hand when he finished, admiring the way the light glinted of the precious metal he had just affixed to your lovely arm, he smiled warmly at how beautiful you made such a simple piece of jewelry look. He flipped the screwdriver in his hand and offered the handle to you, gesturing for you to take it. His brow furrowed when you shook your head at him.

“I want you to keep it.” You told him, turning the hand that he held in his to lace your fingers through his much larger ones. You wanted him to keep the screwdriver, it felt right in every way. This bracelet was such a clear symbol of Charlie’s feelings for you, his love for you, that it only seemed right that he should be the one with the means to remove it.

Charlie’s beautiful brown eyes searched yours for a fleeting moment, and you saw his Adam's apple bob slightly, as if he’d just swallowed a wave of emotion. It wasn’t long before a handsome smile broke out across his face, warming your insides instantly. He let go of your hand and placed his on the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, holding the screwdriver tighter in his other hand.

“It’s safe with me princess, I promise.” He assured you before leaning in to catch your lips with another tingling kiss. You knew what he meant, it was safe with him. Not only did he trust you with his heart, he was humbled that you allowed him to leave that little piece of him on you at all times. He wanted you to be the home to his feelings for as long as you would have him. He trusted you with his love, and in return you trusted him with yours.

“I love it.” You told him when you had pulled your lips away from him, resting your forehead against his, carding your fingers through his soft, thick hair. Your bracelet sparkled in the lamplight as your wrist moved, and it ignited a pleasant warmth in your tummy. That very same tummy chose that moment to emit a loud rumble, seemingly disgruntled that dinner had been momentarily forgotten about.

The pair of you both laughed at the interruption, and Charlie made haste in standing up, pulling you up with him.

“Luckily for you, dinner’s ready. Will you set the table for me?”

(This is the bracelet in question, it’s called the Cartier Love bracelet and I am literally obsessed with them. They retail for just under £4,000 which is why I have self indulgently imagined Charlie gifting us one for absolutely no reason at all. JUST COS HE LOVES US. OKAY?!)

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