#i forgot my waist bow rip but i still like this :)

[royalsealy]

Day 2 of Rose Foret Part 1!

This is a repeat of a coord I did a few weeks prior for an animal crossing meet, inspired by Poppy!

Coord Details + ID below

JSK: Patissier In The Forest by Metamorphose temps de Fille

KC/Bag/Apron/Shoes: Meta

OTKs: Roji Roji

Wristcuffs: Handmade

Royalsealy stands in front of a white lattice wall. He is looking slightly down, away from the camera, with a champagne color bag in one arm, the other arm extends to fan out the bottom of his skirt. He has big dark brown curly hair with a small white and red striped KC, and two cherry hair clips on either side. He is wearing a white face mask and big dark rimmed glasses. He is wearing a dark green tartan JSK with a forest pattern of squirrels and baked goods along the border of the skirt, a white apron over the skirt, and a short sleeve white peter pan collar blouse. He is wearing white wristcuffs. His socks are white with red polka dots, with a fork design on one side and a spoon on the other. He is wearing gold tea parties with two bows. End ID.

[sukirichi]

crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water. 

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

[rumblelibrary]

I need a very loving Laszlo smut, either top or switch with him, take it any direction you want, any build up, any kinks. But I just... my soul needs this V I need to see this man happy and satisfied

Coming Back Home [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Wife!Reader]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, mild victorian dirty talk)

Author’s note: I am weak to see this man happy, my mind went a bit overboard, but I just couldn't hold it back, to see him happy and fulfilled in all his means, professional and private. Thank you so much for feeding my obsession and being my supporter @cazzyimagines <3

The cold air hit him as a welcome back in the moment he exited the carriage, he was back in New York after six months of study and hard work in Wien, he hated and loved it: he learned a lot and got the chance to talk with some of the best alienists in the field granting himself some valuable resources and upcoming publications, the city was amazing and romantic. But all day, every day, he was with his mind on the life he left here, on you and your baby boy waiting at home patiently, easing his pains with letters and little colourful sketches, reassuring him that he would come back to the same house he left.

It was late, he could see the light in baby’s room was off already and it pained him to be late for the goodnight story.

The driver dropped his belongings beside the door with a huff before taking his money with a big thank you.

Laszlo nodded, a sense of tension taking over him, what if something indeed changed? What if you hate him for leaving for his own interest? Will his son remember him? 

The silliest questions took over him and he just rang the bell before the spiral would take over and make him sleep in the garden out of his imaginary shame.

Stevie opened the door and his face lighted up instantly, Laszlo’s hand moved close to his own face with a finger up to signal him to keep quiet. The young lad nodded opening the door more, but a loud whine came out of his lips when he saw the heavy trucks beside Laszlo. 

“Stevie? Who is it?”

Your voice vibrated through the walls enveloping Laszlo like a distant memory and a fresh breath of air at the same time.

Stevie mumbled something “Nobody Madam, only some funny head playing with bells at night” he said as Laszlo nodded at him.

He left the coat at Stevie with his gloves and hat making his way to the bedroom upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your vanity the first thing that appeared to his sight, he shifted lightly so he could spot your figure reflected in the mirror without being seen.

You were already in your white night dress, hair down wrapped in a braid that rested on your shoulder, his own dark blue night gown draped over you making you appear even smaller, a book resting in your hand, the other hand toying with the fabric of his gown. A soft sigh left your lips and a little smile, you are liking the book. You turn the page with your features lighting up by interest, he felt almost guilty to interrupt you.

“Guten Abend, my love”

Your head shot up, eyes wide in surprise, a smile growing on your lips as he walked inside the room revealing his presence. A sense of nervousness still on him.

“Laszlo” you called rushing to him, discarding the book and throwing the covers onside,  closing the distance between the two of you by jumping out the bed like an excited child. Your hands wrapped quickly around his neck, you pulled him in, lips clashing against one another. He smiled in the kiss, eyes a bit teary as the happiness you were able to blossom into his chest since the first time he met you was still there. He cupped your cheek with his left hand, the kiss being long and followed by little short ones, and then again a long one.

“You should have told me” You whispered and he smiled at you noticing how you also got a bit of tears streaming down your cheeks, but all due to happiness. You picked his right hand kissing it lovingly, oh that ritual of yours, that mindless action you always did to kiss the part of him he despised the most.

“Welcome home, my love”

He smiled widely, so wide he felt his cheeks and jaw hurt, while he leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying it. Your little telepathy thing, like he could pour his thoughts to you and vice versa.

In the meanwhile Stevie kept himself far from the two of you not wanting to interrupt or witness anything he shouldn’t. Laszlo pulled back from that position as he stared down at you, your eyes met again as you gulped down a little, his eyes travelling onto your neck as none of you seemed able to pick what words to let out first, too many informations gathered in six months that letters couldn’t covert.

His eyes raising up to yours, you moved first guiding his right hand still safe in your grasp inside that warm robe hiding your body, his fingers meeting with the obscenely thin fabric of your night dress, the shape of your breast clear under his touch, his thumb brushing over your nipple earning an immediate reaction from you. 

His breath itched, his tongue wetting his lips as you kept supporting his weak arm while his hand discovered once more what hidden treasure was the body of his wife.

His left hand undoing the silky bow around your neck that kept that useless piece of clothing closed, your breasts being exposed as he leaned his head down lacing his lips with you nipple and giving it a tempting suck, his tongue roaming over it as a sense of home and comfort surged into his stomach, then he spoke and his hot breath against your wet nipple made you shiver.

“Have you done the exercises that I gave you?”

“No”

His eyes shoot up at you, a mix between the need to scold you and desire in them.

“I could do it only with your letters” you added.

“Not touching yourself enough must have been painful, exasperating, you could have brought yourself to hysteria”

“I know, but I was waiting for this moment”

He smirked, the idea to be a vital part of your sexual expression turning him on immensely.

“Which letter was your favourite?”

“The one where you described your fingers inside me, I could imagine it so clearly while I was doing it to myself”

He almost let out a groan only by the sound of your words, the need to go knuckles deep inside you now almost impossible to hold back as the image of your distressed figure rolling onto the sheets trying to emulate that pleasure he only can give you clouded his mind.

His left hand almost angrily undoing the fabric belt the nightgown around your waist before moving behind your back to pull it off your shoulders, you gently let go of his right hand helping him in the task, your hands now tugging his jacket, his waistcoat, beginning already with his shirt buttons, you were so in need, but he was the same. He tugged his shirt off probably ripping off some buttons, the urgency you both felt filling the air.

His eyes trying to take in all your figure as you finally let go of that white dress.

“Oh, meine Frau, no statue or artwork or inspiration I have seen in this travel equals your beauty” he groaned as he felt like he almost forgot how he worshipped your body, how your only presence triggered obscene desires through him.

There was almost a moment of suspense before he leaned his warm body against yours, skin on skin again.

His erection already brushing over your lower stomach as you guided him onto the bed with you laying down for him. “Laszlo” you were about to beg him not to make you wait, not to tease you but his left hand fingers were already between you legs and a yelp of pleasure left you lips immediately.

“Soaked wet without me even touching you”

He was so pleased, you didn’t need to look at his face to know, but you whimpered when his long finger pushed inside you, he knew it, he knew exactly how to touch you, how to manipulate all of you. His lips laced to your neck, he sucked on it, bit it, hickeys soon will follow the passage of him. He is back.

To see your own neck pale and empty from his marks pained you everyday, but now he is at home and there won’t be a single centimetre of you spared. Another moan followed as his mouth found your nipples again, your legs trembling as a second finger joined the first one making you gasp for air. The ultimate pleasure approaching in you too quickly, abnormally quickly, but you missed him so much and six months without his care on you was a torment.

His prideful smile gave you the freedom not to restrain your pleasure, your hips jolting up and trembling, more wetness gathering on his fingers before he pulled them out knowing that it would make you feel empty.

He punished you with distance as he sat down on the bed, you crawled over him, legs still feeling like jelly as you forced yourself to straddle him. You didn’t need to rest, you wanted him to bring you to exhaustion and he knew it, he knew you won’t wait anymore. So you aligned him with your folds, his hard cock opening his way into you easily thanks to your recent orgasm, a loud growl leaving Laszlo’s lips.

“My wife, it appears to me that you’re back being a virgin after only six months away from me” 

You blushed because his words made you sensitive and proud in a very peculiar way, you moaned slowly beginning to ride him as he kept muffling how tight you’re pressing his forehead against your chest, his left arm wrapping around you. You voiced your pleasure freely, fingers tangling to the back of his head, now it was your turn to guide his pleasure, to set the rhythm, but the pace was slow and deep, the desire still feverish in you, but the closeness inspiring you tenderness. 

“How horrible to rest in the cold Wien without you, how empty to walk without your presence” he spoke directly to your chest, to your heart “every achievement was not an achievement if I couldn’t share it with you” he confessed, his hot breath against your breasts.

“You’re back now, next time we will come with you”

You smiled as his eyes shone looking up at you “my wife”

He loved to call you that, he always did, the pride in his voice when he asked you  to be his wife the first time came back to your memory. You didn’t need many nicknames, wife and husband, the holy duo, the balance, the symmetry.

“I love you, my husband”

You moaned against him, his fingers digging into your skin, his right hand settling over your hip.

You couldn’t guess how much it lasted, you impaled deliciously yourself over him, he loved to stare at you going on your own on top of him, love it, express fully your feminine power. His left hand teasing your clit sapiently mimicking your movements making it nauseatingly perfect, your mind clouded by pleasure. He cursed, he growled biting onto the side of your breast when filling you up and gaining another moan from you, he held you down as he kept rubbing your clit until he felt your walls clasp deliciously around him, he still didn’t want to move.

He loved to see you helpless, washed over by pleasure, legs jerking aimlessly and fingers pulling onto him and his hair.

You didn’t take time to recover from that second orgasm, his skilled fingers knowing their ways around you, you bowed your head joining your lips again, you still couldn’t believe it.

“I am such a lucky man to have you”

You smiled kissing his forehead “I am lucky with such a husband like you”

You stayed like this, hugging, the time to talk will come, the time to exchange gifts and come back to routine. But not now. After countless minutes you slowly shifted from that position, freeing his hard on from you but slowly moving beside his sitting figure staying on your all fours, the braid that held your hair almost completely loose.

“Come my husband, you only had one orgasm, I know you love even numbers”

The next morning the light from the window hit his eyes, he frowned stirring as he blinked tiredly. Your figure tangled to his in bed, the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead out of habit, the marks already forming on your neck made him proud, your regular breathing and gentle perfume mixed with the sweat of sex made his senses alive. You felt him move and woke up pretty easily, probably due to have slept alone for so long. You smiled at each other, no words yet needed, a soft kiss placed on each others lips.

The a soft sound, more like little sounds following one another, little feet rushing down the hallway.

“Mama” being whispered by a very shy boy, his clear brown hair peaking up from the doors.You smirked covering Laszlo completely with the duvets.

“My baby” you said sitting up holding the covers over your body.

“Mami!” He gasped surprised “what happened to your neck?”

“Oh, it is normal my baby, is it so late?”

He nodded and you smiled as he hopped on top of the messy bed, Laszlo smirked from underneath the covers, it seems like somebody took a habit of sneaking into the big bed.

You smiled as your boy resembled so much his father, he crawled to move to your lap and that’s when Laszlo sat up with a loud “Who’s in my bed?” holding his hand up like a claw.

The boy squared but soon threw himself against his father’s chest.

“Apa visszatért!!!” He shouted so loud at you like you didn’t notice Laszlo at all and you chuckled finding the two of them so adorable.

“I am going to get some breakfast done” you said willing to leave them their space. Laszlo nodded at you as you wrapped yourself into your dress and then the thick nightgown. You could hear them talk softly, Laszlo was all about speaking to him in his mother’s language but also in German, so your boy was always mixing the three. “Have you being a good master of the house while I was away?” “Yes Papa, I have been extra good and mommy was happy too, but it is not like when you’re here” Laszlo’s little chuckle won you over even by distance. You had to learn Hungarian through Laszlo, even if you were lucky enough to know German already. But how sweet it was to learn along with your boy.

“Little Andrea woke you up, mrs Kreizler?” The cook, a very nice and good hearted woman asked once you reached the kitchen still wrapped in your night clothes and redoing your braid.

“He did, but his father is back, I couldn’t detain him in any way” You assured as you instructed about the breakfast to make something special. When everything was ready and settled you saw the two of them coming downstairs together, Andrea holding his father’s weak hand into his, still babbling in German to him. The two of them still in their night clothes, you loved to be unruly with them, half of the world outside would be shocked to see a family have breakfast in their night clothes, but who cares. You sat all together as Laszlo begun narrating about his travel, Andrea almost forgetting to eat as he sat down staring at his dad with shiny eyes like he could disappear any time.

“Andrea, at least the juice” you said and he nodded vehemently in particular after you whispered something to his ear.

“Do you have secrets with me?” Laszlo inquired with a smirk, his messy hair a blessing in such bright day.

“Always had” you said with a smirk and he chuckled softly before standing up and leaving for a moment coming back with some boxes.

He handed his boy one and two to you, while Andrea was busy unwrapping the gift Laszlo moved behind your sitting figure “open the small one first”

You obeyed quietly as the box was clearly hinting it was jewellery, inside you found some white gold and blue sapphires earrings.

“Laszlo, you ..” He shushed you softly “come on, wear them for me, jewellery over night dress, a new fashion from Europe” He joked softly but you obliged his wishes putting them on, Andrea making happy cheering sounds as he found the model train of his dreams. The earrings dropped beautifully on you, framing the new Laszlo loved so much “I knew only a Venus like you could sport them” he said making you blush, he always spoke in a way that made you feel like courting never ended.

“What about this?” You asked about the second box and Laszlo smirked just gesturing you to go on. Inside there was a study for a portrait, your portrait, clearly inspired by the picture Laszlo had with himself of you.

“I met this young painter in Wien, a bit struggling with money but extremely talented as you can see, a craftsman that works with gold, I invited him to come here next month and work on your portrait, he fell in love with your figure already, I already know I will have to guard your safety.”

“What is his name?”

“Oh, he is not famous, Gustav Klimt”

“Well, we can make him famous then” you said and Laszlo just smiled more as you kissed his lips to thank him for the beautiful gifts, knowing Laszlo he probably had way more hidden in his trucks “I knew you’d say something this kind of sweet”

“Mama, you look beautiful” Andrea called you staring like he was waiting for you to say something and you smiled nodding “yes, now it is the perfect time”

“For what?” Laszlo asked as you took his hand guiding him to the living room.

“Please, take a sit now” you said slowly guiding him to his armchair, the comfort of the familiar place relaxed him, the fresh flowers in the vase, the books laid on the table.

“Andrea has a surprise for you” you said leaning to sit on the arm of the chair looking up a his confused face, but he was unable to let go of that smile creeping on his lips.

“Come inside darling” you called “we are ready”

You took Laszlo’s right hand guiding it on your lap, the curiosity already eating him alive as little Andrea came holding his little violin, still looking extra cute in that night dress that made him resemble some cute baby penguin. He puffed his chest blushing as you gave him a nod of encouragement, Laszlo’s eyes shining to see his son like this and the chemistry you two have.

“I have learned this piece to welcome you back home” he announced as his shaky voice betrayed a bit his nervousness.

He placed the violin carefully onto his shoulder resting his cheek on it, your hands holding Laszlo’s while tapping with you finger to keep the tempo for Andrea. The melody was simple, but quite impressive for such a young player, Laszlo was unable to look away from his son, from the way he relaxed while playing, for the way you clearly helped him to gain the confidence to do this little performance.

He looked up at you as you two shared that look of complicity.

Life was bright over Kreizler’s household. 

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can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be? 

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend. 

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet. 

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze. 

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

[rikalovesrice]

Trollhunters : Rise of The Titans [Rika’s Version!]

AIGHT SO THIS IS WHAT SHOULD’VE FREAKIN’ HAPPENED --

The movie starts a year after Wizards. We see Douxie, Archie, and Nari all settled in Metro City. Douxie managed to get a dinky little apartment and works two jobs. He comes home after a long day to Nari and Archie.

Maybe Nari’s running around chasing after Archie. Maybe the two of them are curled up on the couch and snoozing. Douxie smiles softly, petting Archie’s head and gently brushes Nari’s hair out of her face. Maybe Nari was singing to one of her plants and just beams when Douxie walks through the door. Just Magical Siblings and Their Therapy Cat fluff.

But that night, Douxie wakes up. Something feels very, very wrong. Nari feels it, too. 

Cut to the door to their apartment being busted right through, flames quickly consuming the threshold. To Douxie’s horror, it’s the Arcane Order and he immediately goes on the offensive. This is the first display in the movie of Douxie’s strength as a Master Wizard, his proficiency and skill with his magic as he holds his own against Bellroc and Skrael as he did in Wizards. He tells Archie to take Nari and run but neither of them want to leave him behind. Archie instead fights beside Douxie, urging for Nari to escape while she can. Nari’s reluctant because Douxie and Archie have become so precious to her.

When it looks like they’re about to be done in, Archie wills himself to transform into a huge dragon, taking Douxie and Nari into his claws and flying out of there, busting straight out of the apartment. But not before giving Bellroc and Skrael a thrashing with his tail. They manage to give the Order the slip. For now.

Archie quickly loses steam from holding such a form and crashes on the outskirts of the city, transforming back into a cat. Douxie cradles him in his arms. Nari tends to their wounds with her magic, looking forlorn. 

Douxie frantically dials a number on his phone. 

“Claire? Claire it’s me...” A column of fire erupts in the distance. A shot of Douxie, Archie, and Nari huddled close. “They found us.”

Trollhunters : Rise of the Titans Title Screen

The scene fades in on the new and improved Camelot, where the Lakes are staying. We see Jim spending time with his mother and Walter and it’s lovely. We see a hint of Jim’s trauma when he’s cooking and looks at his reflection in a spatula. He flinches away. He doesn’t want to look at himself. Barbara comforts him, a tender heartfelt moment between them.

Claire then emerges from a shadow portal with grim news : The Arcane Order have found Douxie and Nari.

Jim gathers his friends. Claire shadow portals them all to Douxie, who’s found shelter in a hut Nari made from tree roots. Douxie’s cast a barrier to hide their presence, though it won’t last long. 

It’s a really sweet and awesome reunion. Douxie gives Claire and Steve big hugs. Nari bounds up to Toby and holds his hand. Jim, Krel, and Douxie have a “good to see you again, bro” moment between them. Aaarrgh licks his lips at the sight of Archie.

It’s here that Douxie gives the deets on what’s happened. As they begin to figure out a way to keep Nari safe and away from the Order, Nari suddenly says, “No.”

After almost losing Douxie and Archie, her new family, Nari decides enough is enough. She wants to face her corrupted siblings head-on. To not only protect the world, but her newfound friends. 

Douxie understandably protests. But Nari, gentle but resolute, tells him she’s made up her mind. No more running.

And so, Douxie acquiesces. 

Cue the sequence/fight scene on the train!

Nari realizes what Douxie’s doing when it’s too late. They switch bodies and Douxie’s taken away by the Order. 

“Douxie, I’m so sorry...I couldn’t save her,” Claire laments.

Nari, in Douxie’s body, “N-no...No, I am fine. But Douxie...Douxie!”

Everyone’s like, “Oh no” but then oof, they all get arrested.

The police department scene! With Krel and the Blanks busting everyone out.

Now, we find ourselves back on Camelot where Jim’s being attended to by Walter and Barbara after waking up from a nightmare. Bellroc’s words torment him : “Without your Amulet, you are nothing but a frightened! Little!! BOY!!!”

Walter suggests Jim should lay low, let his friends handle things. Jim reaches a real low point here. Claire provides some comfort. Hand in hand, they make their way to the Round Table, where everyone’s licking their wounds. 

Blinky explains to them that the Order wants to awaken the Titans and need all three members of the Order to do so. While everyone’s relieved that Nari’s safe, Douxie’s now in the Order’s clutches and they want to figure out a way to save him.

Nari, sad and grim, says that Douxie’s spell will eventually wear off.

“He is, as humans say, buying us time...”

Cut to Douxie (in Nari’s body) with the Order. Douxie doesn’t make a sound, not wanting to give anything away. They try the ritual and when it fails, Bellroc and Skrael quickly suspect foul play. They realize that Nari isn’t Nari and proceed to forcefully, painfully, undo Douxie’s spell.

Douxie wakes up, back in his own body. He’s swarmed by his friends, all overcome with relief that he’s alright, but it’s short-lived. The Order has Nari. 

Douxie manages to recall where the Order took him. Before they head out, a downtrodden Jim says he should stay behind, going back to the bed chamber. Claire goes to talk to him, but Douxie stops her.

“Let’s give him some space,” Douxie says gently, though he looks just as concerned for Jim. “In the meantime,” he summons his staff, “we’ll hunt the Order down, put a stop to their schemes, and bring Nari home.”

Everyone heads to the warehouse-train track place (I forgot what it was called rip). Just then, Aja comes flying in, having been contacted by Krel. The Tarron siblings have a sweet, wholesome, long-awaited reunion. Also Staja and Creepslayerz reunited!

Aja cautions Steve about the whole seventh kiss-pregnancy thing and he quickly decides that, yeah no, he’s not quite ready for that. His Alien Queen Muffin (or whatever the heck he called her) is back and that’s all that matters to him. Also wtf Eli’s hot and taller than him now.

There’s a cute moment of Douxie and Aja really meeting for the first time. Aja recognizes him.

“Oh! You were the hand-reading waiter boy!”

Upon hearing she’s a Queen, Douxie’s Medieval chivalry kicks in and he bows at the waist.

“The name’s Hisirdoux, Your Majesty.” After Aja butchers his name, he says “Douxie” will do just fine. 

Nomura abruptly reminds them they don’t have time for pleasantries. They get to it. Douxie figures out the sigil and the illusion fades, revealing the Order performing their ritual with a brainwashed Nari. They’re unable to stop it and the Order members teleport away to join with their respective Titans. We see each of the Titans rising.

The Arcadia Gang regroups back on Camelot to form a plan. Jim, discouraged and deeply troubled, is leaning over a rail, head in his hands. Douxie comes up beside him, silent.

Jim eventually asks how things went. When Douxie tells him they failed and the Titans have risen, Jim feels even more powerless and guilt-ridden.

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry, I couldn’t...I can’t do anything. Without the Amulet I’m not the Trollhunter anymore and I’m just...useless--”

Douxie cuts him off, putting a hand on Jim’s shoulder. 

“Jim. That’s not true. Do you remember what I told you? That our strength doesn’t come from special trinkets. Our strength...” Douxie finally gets Jim to look at him, “comes from our friends. From each other. All of us together. That includes you.”

“But...without my Amulet how can I do anything--”

Douxie smiles gently. “By being true to yourself, Jim. As we, your friends, are true to you.”

Just then, Claire joins them and asks if Jim’s okay. Jim smiles as Douxie ruffles his hair.

“I will be. Thanks.”

Jim, Claire, and Douxie find everyone arguing at the Round Table. Aja is wanting to evacuate everyone off of Earth, to which Blinky protests. Everyone just keeps going back and forth until Jim yells for them to stop.

Time to divide and conquer, cutting back and forth between each battle with the Titans.

Aja, Krel, Steve, and Eli tackle the Fire Titan.

Blinky, Toby, and Nomura handle the Ice Titan, with Walter and Barbara steering Camelot.

Jim, Claire, Douxie, and Aaarrgh go for the Earth Titan. Douxie’s hoping to get through to Nari and break her free from the Order’s control.

Aja and Krel fight the Fire Titan side by side on their hoverboard. Steve and Eli help civilians off the bridge and keep them safe. 

Varvatos Vex in his giant robo mech incoming, along with a handful of Akiridion warships.

The Fire Titan proves to be too powerful and defeats Varvatos’ robot, melting down the Akiridion troops in the process. Aja and Krel are knocked down from their hoverboard. They and Varvatos retreat as the Fire Titan continues to burn a path towards its destination.

Toby and Nomura attempt to zipline their way to the Ice Titan to take down Skrael with Akiridion bombs. When the rope fails, Walter extends his wings to save them, but his wings quickly freeze. 

Nomura grabs the bombs and sacrifices herself, bidding a heartwrenching farewell to Toby and her longtime friend, thanking them both. She asks Toby to tell Jim she said goodbye. Ever agile, Nomura scales the Ice Titan and detonates the bombs.

But to everyone’s horror, the Ice Titan only puts itself back together. Walter sinks to his knees. Toby throws down his helmet. Their friend sacrificed herself for nothing.

Aaarrgh is charging after the Earth Titan, Douxie, Jim, and Claire hanging onto his back. Claire shadow portals the three of them onto the Titan’s back. Douxie begins to plead with Nari, even as she constricts him with vines.

Douxie manages to grab her hand. He begins to break the mind-control with his magic, still calling out to Nari as he’s losing the ability to breathe. 

Douxie’s voice reaches her and she breaks free. Nari frantically asks where she is, if she hurt him or his friends. Douxie, overcome with relief, just embraces her.

“You’re here with us, Nari...You’re here with us.”

Nari assures them they have a Titan on their side now. They receive communication from the Tarrons, who warn them that the Ice Titan is getting close to Arcadia.

No time to wonder why Skrael’s headed there. Claire makes a massive shadow portal to Arcadia (the field trip scene!), taking Nari’s Titan with them. Nari tries to reason with Skrael, but he’s having none of it.

NARI VS SKRAEL COMMENCE!

The Tarrons and Creepslayerz arrive on scene. Douxie boards Aja’s hoverboard and together they fire lazers and magic at the Ice Titan. Varvatos dashes and slashes his way up the Titan. Claire, Jim, Krel, Steve, and Eli work to rescue the school bus from getting crushed.

Well, it does get crushed but thankfully everyone made it off. Then, Archie comes flying in with his father, Charlemagne. Charlie flies all the students and Coach to safety. Archie joins Douxie in the air, blasting Skrael with fire.

“C’mon and face the music, Skrael!!!” Douxie summons Spellcaster and starts shredding.

Enraged, Skrael releases a devastating burst of magic that knocks Douxie, Aja, and Varvatos away. Nari seizes the opportunity to impale Skrael’s Titan, but not before Nari’s fatally wounded by him in return. Both Titans collapse.

Douxie runs to Nari, desperately calling her name. She’s on the ground, dying. Everyone gathers around, devastated. Douxie holds Nari in his arms. Archie nuzzles Nari’s arm, tears forming in his eyes. Douxie’s already crying.

“No..No, no, Nari, please...” Douxie holds her hand. “Nari, don’t go, please...!”

“It is okay, Douxie...Do not be sad...”

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry, I said I would protect you...” Douxie leans down, almost touching his forehead to hers (it’s Harry and Dobby y’all). His tears fall onto her face. “I said I would protect you...!”

“You did something greater, Douxie...” Nari squeezes his hand. Tears of her own roll down her cheeks. “You gave me a home. And many, many friends....” Douxie sobs harder, holding her close. “You saved me, Douxie...” She’s beginning to fade. She smiles, her eyes closing. “Thank you...Thank...”

Nari fades, wisps of magic and flower petals slipping through Douxie’s fingers. Douxie wails, Archie pressing close. Jim and Claire lay their hands on his shoulders. Claire hugs him.

Krel is then alerted that the Fire Titan is also on the move towards Arcadia.

Everyone reconvenes on Camelot. They all mourn the deaths of Nomura and Nari. 

They learn that Bellroc is headed towards Arcadia, the center of the universe, because that’s where the last Heartstone is. If at least one Titan reaches the Heartstone, the world will be wiped clean.

Before they head out, Douxie and the Tarrons present Jim with a brand new Amulet, forged from magic and Akiridion technology. That, and the stone in which Excaliber lodged itself. Douxie encourages Jim to try once more. 

Jim steps up on the stone, gazing fondly at his friends around him. They all place their hands on the stone in support. Jim pulls Excaliber from the stone. Everyone cheers for him.

Douxie’s seen texting someone.

FINAL SHOWDOWN IN ARCADIA

Bellroc is seen making their way towards the Heartstone. But what stands between them and the prize is the Guardians of Arcadia. 

Charlemagne, Archie, and Walter soar above. Blinky and Aaarrgh lead an army of trolls. More Akiridion fleets arrive, Aja and Krel at the helm. Varvatos has a brand new robo, too.

Bellroc sneers at their defiance and summons an army of their own : hundreds of big rocky lava monsters.

BATTLE OF THE MOST EPIC OF PROPORTIONS IS A GO.

Trolls are punching, Akiridions are blasting, magicians are casting.

JIM SUITS UP WITH HIS NEW ARMOR AND EXCALIBER AND IS LIKE DON’T THINK BECOMIN’ FOR YA BELLROC FOR THE GOOD OF AAAAAAAALL

Douxie conjures up a spell to send that boy flying onto that Fire Titan.

Toby and Aaarrgh slam and hammer their way through fiery goons. Claire and Aja team up to take down the opposition, noting they should get lunch together sometime. Charlemagne tears through the enemies with his claws and wings. Krel and the Creepslayerz flail about and kick tail anyway. 

Our heroes all cover one another and play off of each other’s strengths and it’s beautiful.

When Douxie’s about to get smothered by lava fists, there’s a flash of lightening and the monsters vaporize. 

Douxie turns to see Zoe with a brigade of hedge wizards. Douxie’s immediately bowled over, smitten.

“About time you showed up...,” Douxie says, in a daze cause wow Zoe’s so pretty.

“Oh, you’ve got a lot of nerve --” Explosions. More lava monsters. Zoe sighs and pats Douxie’s cheek. “Ugh, focus, you big sap!”

The pair are unstoppable together, mowing down the lava monsters in powerful bursts of blue and pink.

DOUXIE’S EYES GO BLUE AND ZOE’S EYES GO PINK EPIC AVATAR STATE RINGS OF MAGIC AS THEY DECIMATE THEIR FOES WITH ROCK MUSIC BLARING YESSSS

And well, Douxie can’t help himself and gives Zoe a good long smooch after they’ve destroyed half of Bellroc’s army.

Toby in the distance : HOW LONG HAS THAT BEEN A THING?????

Archie just groans.

And meanwhile, Jim’s finally facing off with Bellroc. After having one of the most badass fights in the franchise, Jim comes out on top, skewering Bellroc in the stomach with Excaliber.

AND BOOM THEY DID IT GUYS EARTH IS SAVED.

....But not without great cost.

Toby’s been mortally wounded, crushed by the falling pieces of the Fire Titan. There’s the tearful, heartbreaking moment Jim has to say goodbye to his best friend, the one who was there with him through it all.

“We did it, Jimbo...We did it...”

Jim holds Toby in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Claire holds Jim and weeps beside him. Aaarrgh is in hysterics but is calmed to pained whimpers by Blinky. The Arcadia Gang grieves, feeling the painful weight of losing the friends they held so dear....Nomura, Nari, and now Toby.

Time Skip/Montage

Douxie found a proper apartment in Arcadia. He keeps a potted plant with those distinct pink flowers, the flowers Nari loved, on his windowsill. Smiles softly at them every time. 

Scenes of Mary with Darci as she mourns. Steve and Eli hanging out. Douxie and Krel jamming, Krel creating beats and Douxie riffing on his guitar. Aja and Claire going on that lunch date. Archie taking a nap on top of Aaarrgh. Walter playing classical music.

It’s taken a while, but Jim’s starting to feel a little bit better. Douxie, Krel, Steve, and Eli came over for some bro time. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Douxie gives Jim a hug.

The final scene is a picnic at everyone’s favorite spot in Arcadia with a single bench and an awesome view of the town.

Aja and Steve are cuddling. Krel and Eli play with a frisbee. Blinky, Aaarrgh, and Varvatos laugh around a table. Douxie and Zoe, holding hands, are having a lively chat with Claire. Jim serves up a huge plate of enchiladas.

Walter and Barbara announce their engagement. Everyone celebrates. 

EMOTIONAL SPEECH VOICEOVER TIME.

Aja, Varvatos, and Eli depart back to Akiridion-5. Steve honks into a tissue. Krel pats him on the back as he waves to his sister.

Barbara kisses Jim on the forehead before going home with Walter.

Zoe kisses Douxie on the cheek and heads off. 

Steve and Krel are the next to go.

Douxie, Archie around his shoulders, pulls both Jim and Claire into a hug before leaving.

Blinky gives Jim a hug. Aaarrgh nuzzle him, looking sad. 

Jim and Claire hold hands and sit on the bench, gazing out at the town.

EMOTIONAL SPEECH VOICEOVER ENDS T_T

The End.

[marvelship-oneshots]

KING OF MY HEART (STONY)

Here is my second fill for the Royalty AU with KIng!Steve and Prince!Tony of the Stony Trope and AU Bingo by @therollingstonys

Royalty AU where Steve is supposed to marry Peggy for the good of his kingdom but he fals deeply in love with Tony.

It took Tony all of his courage only to walk down the corridor and now that he was standing in front of the door, his heart was racing at 100 miles per hour.

“Here goes nothing” he whispered, before knocking on the door.

He heard steps coming towards the door. Steve finally opened.

“Hey Tony” he greeted with a smile.

He was just in a pair of horse riding pants. Those and nothing else, leaving his toned and muscular chest out in the open for Tony to admire. If he hadn’t forced himself to look away, Tony was sure he would end up drooling.

“Oh, hi Your Majesty” he managed to babble.

“I told you already, drop the formalities” Steve replied laughing.

Steve showed Tony in his room, closing the door behind them.

“What brings you here?” Steve asked, sitting on the bench at the base of his bed. Tony sat next to him, then stood up again and started pacing up and down.

“Is everything ok Tony?” Steve asked, concerned.

“No. Everything is not ok. The opposite of ok, actually”

“Hey what’s wrong?” Steve asked, trying to grab Tony’s wrist.

“Don’t touch me” Tony moved his arm harshly “please” he whispered before Steve sat back in his old place.

“Can you please let me in your head? I can’t help you otherwise”

Tony stopped in front of Steve, playing with his fingers.

“Don’t marry her” Tony whispered in such a loud voice that it was almost impossible to hear.

“What?”

“Don’t marry her. Please, Don’t marry her”

“Tony” Steve whispered with a softness in his voice that Tony had never heard “You know I have to”

“Not until I tried everything”

“Don’t do this Tony. It’s not about me. It’s about the kingdom, the people. I have to marry Peggy”

“I love you, Steve, your Majesty. I’m in love with you”

Steve gulped.

“Don’t say that”

“I’ll keep saying it because it’s true” Tony felt a tear roll on his cheek.

“Don’t. Please. You don’t mean it, it’s not real”

“NO!” Tony screamed a little bit too loud “With all due respect your Majesty, no. You might not love me and that’s ok, but don’t, not even for a little second, dare to tell me that my feelings aren’t real”

Steve opened his mouth to talk.

“Don’t bother. I’ll gather my things and clean my rooms. I'll be gone before the end of the day. I hope it will be a lovely wedding. Farewell, your Majesty”

Tony headed to the door, but before he could put a hand on the handle, he felt something grabbing him by the wrist. Steve spun him around.

“You didn’t let me talk” Steve whispered in a low, raw voice.

“I don’t see what’s left to say. I love you, you don’t love me, and of the story. Now, please let me go so I can get out of your face as soon as possible, your Majesty”

Steve tightened the grip around Tony’s waist.

“It’s starting to sound a hell of a lot like you’re fucking with me Tony, with all of this Your Majesty crap, y’know. But I bet you like it, don’t you? I know I do”

A shiver went down Tony’s spine as he heard the raspiness in his voice.

“Now, how about you let me talk and listen to me huh”

“It’s not really necessary” Tony whispered back.

“You had you time to make a monologue, now let me make mine”

“No, I can’t, I’m sorry” Tony tried to free himself from Steve’s grip.

Steve let go of him, putting a hand on Tony’s hip and turning him to face him. He took in his fist the collar of Tony’s shirt and then lowered himself, pressing their lips together. Steve let go of the shirt, holding on to him by his waist. Tony circled Steve’s neck with his arms, clinging as close as humanly possible.

“Now you’ll listen to me,” Steve asked in between pants once he pulled away, keeping their foreheads together.

“I love you, Tony. I’ll be damned for how much I love you. You understand me?”

Tony murmured a little ‘yes’.

“I didn't quite get that” Steve replied with a malicious smirk.

“Yes, Your Majesty”

“Much, much better” Steve whispered on Tony's lips with a smile.

Steve pushed Tony until he met the edge of the bed with the back of his knees. Then, he pushed just a bit more, to make Tony fall under his weight. Tony’s hands caressed the muscles on Steve’s back. Slowly Steve unbuttoned Tony’s shirt, breaking off the kiss only to kiss collarbones. Then, he moved to the lines of his defined muscles.

Tony unbuttoned Steve’s pants and Steve pulled them down to his ankles, kicking them away, then he managed to help Tony slip out of his. Steve slid a hand into Tony’s brief, tickling Tony’s point already dripping in precum with his thumb.

“Oh God, your Majesty, that's so good,” Tony said in between pants as Steve wrapped his hand around Tony’s member and started stroking.

Steve ripped Tony’s underwear and threw them on the floor, next to the other pile of clothes.

Steve licked his index before sliding it inside of Tony and he felt his walls tighten around it.

“So good, baby, so good” he whispered with a raspy voice in Tony’s ear, just before biting his lobe.

Then, he slid in a second and a third finger, curing them and straightening them in fast sequences. When Tony was stretched enough, Steve pulled his fingers out, licking his tiptoe.

“Oh baby boy, you’re so sweet. Wanna try for yourself?”

Tony vigorously nodded and Steve slid his index and middle finger in Tony’s mouth.

“Please, Steve”

“What do you want, Tony?” Steve took both of their members in his hand and started stroking with a steady pace.

“I want you to fuck me”

“Oh, I see. Is this the way to talk to a King?”

“No, sir, fuck” Tony arched his back when Steve started tapping on his point.

“Then ask properly”

“Steve, Your majesty, my King, please, I want y-you to fuck me, please, my king, please”

Steve let go of their cocks, placing himself by Tony’s entrance.

“That’s more like it, baby”

Standing on his arms, Steve pushed in and stayed firm for a second, letting Tony’s walls adjust to his size.

“God, baby, you’re so tight, just for me”

Steve started pounding, taking Tony’s wrists with one hand and pinning them over his head. He tried to find the right angle and when Tony moaned louder than before, Steve understood that he had found the right place and slowed down.

“My King, please, faster”

“You’re so beautiful when you beg for me, baby boy”

Steve gave two strong thrusts, hitting Tony’s prostate.

“You want faster, and faster you shall have” he whispered, accelerating the pace.

Tony’s vision became blurry and he felt a nice, little shiver, running down his spine. He arched his back and his toes curled, releasing over both his and Steve’s chest. Steve licked the cum from Tony’s stomach, letting go of his hands so that he could hang onto his shoulder and caressed his cheek as his thrusts became slower and sloppier.

He screamed Tony’s name as he filled his hole.

Tony was laying on his stomach, half of his body covered by the luxurious silky sheet. On the other half, Steve was lightly passing his fingertips on the fine lines of Tony’s back muscles.

“We can’t do this anymore” Steve suddenly said.

“What?”

Tony sat on the bed on the other side from Steve.

“Why, Steve?”

Steve tried to put a hand on Tony’s tight.

“Tony, you know. For how beautiful and special this was, it can’t happen again. I’m getting married later today to a fantastic Princess, who I might not be in love with, but who doesn’t deserve a cheating husband”

Tony brushed away a tear that fell on his cheek before Steve could see it.

“Don’t marry her. Marry me”

“Tony, what are you talking about?”

“Marry me, Steve”

“Tony…I’m marrying her because-”

“Yeah, I know why you’re marrying Peggy, you told me. To expand and get protection for your kingdom. I get that, I do.”

“It pains me to ay this Tones, but you can’t give me what I need, maybe what I want, but not what my kingdom needs”

Tony looked at the ceiling and breathed in deeply.

“I can give you what you need, and more”

Steve looked perplexed.

“I am Anthony Stark, son of King Howard”

Tony bit his lip as he stared at Steve as the realization hit him.

“You…oh shoot, I’m sorry, I should have recognised you”

Tony moved his hand.

“Heh, I didn’t even recognise myself until a couple of days ago”

Steve chuckled.

“Wha-what happened to you?”

Tony crawled closer to Steve, snuggling against his chest, hearing his heart beating.

“As you know, my dad died a while ago and, as per his instructions, the Kingdom fell into my godfather’s hands until I got married”

“Obadiah” Steve whispered.

“Yes, him. Now, that was a fucking bad idea. Doesn’t surprise me though. Well, the kingdom, well, let’s say it went through a rough patch, and I wasn’t allowed to meet people, not to get married anyways. Because he knew, he knew that one he got married I would be the rightful King and he couldn’t let that happen”

Steve brushed away one of Tony’s tears that fell on his chest and started caressing the back of his hair. If a tear fell on his cheek as well, that’s not for anyone to know.

“I managed to run away to find myself a nice someone to marry when the storm hit and I forgot who I was. Wanna know something funny though?”

Steve nodded.

“I was actually coming here because I’ve heard that there was a nice, handsome King looking for a spouse”

“Ok, now you just want to get into my graces,” Steve said laughing.

“Mh, maybe. The offer still stands, though”

“To marry you?”

Tony nodded. Suddenly, Steve stopped stroking his hair and his heartbeat accelerated.

“You don’t have to tell me now. If you ever decide to accept it, meet me at Solstice Park at sunset. If you don’t come, I’ll know”

Tony put on his clothes and left a small peck on Steve’s lips and walked to the door.

“Goodbye, Your Majesty” he bowed before walking out.

“Get out of your head, man, you’re getting married” Bucky chuckled, throwing himself on Steve’s bed, waiting for him to get ready.

“Yeah, I’m not sure about that”

“What?” Bucky sat up straight “You can’t change your mind now”

Steve finished closing the buttons of the shirt and put the open tie around his neck, walking to Bucky to let him tie it for him. Then, he went back to his vanity and grabbed his silver cufflinks.

“Steve, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Tony came by earlier and well, we…y’know”

“Ok you had sex, go on”

Steve tied the first cufflink and sat next to Bucky.

“He told me he loves me and well, you know I love him too”

“Yes I do, a bit too well”

“He’s King’s Howard’s son” Bucky’s eyes widened.

“Didn’t he die?”

“Howard, yes. Tony was just benched, I guess. Well, he needs a spouse to get his kingdom back”

“He better find one, because that dude is a douche”

“Buck!”

“What! You know as well as I do that it’s true”

“Yeah that’s not the point, though”

And just like that, Bucky knew that there was something more to it.

“Oh my God, he proposed, didn’t he?”

Steve nodded.

“And you are actually thinking about accepting his proposal, aren’t you?”

He nodded again.

“I don’t know what to do, Buck. What do I do?”

“I can’t tell you what to do. But if you love him I guess you know what to do”

“I need to talk to Peggy”

Steve stood up and rushed to the door.

“You do you, but whatever you decide, remember that I’m with you till the end of the line”

Steve smiled at his best friend and rushed out of the door.

Steve stopped for a couple of seconds to catch his breath before knocking on the door. Behind it, there was the beautiful woman he was meant to marry. He realised that, if Tony hadn’t come along, he would have been really lucky to be her husband. And to have her as his wife. He probably could have tricked himself into marrying her. It wouldn’t have been the same, but arranged marriages worked like that.

Peggy’s lady-in-waiting opened the door, signing to Peggy to move somewhere Steve couldn’t see her.

“Is Princess Peggy here?”

“Oh no, sir. She’s here, but you can’t see her before the wedding, sir, Your Majesty”

“Ma’m, I need to talk to her”

“Cara, let him in” Steve heard a voice coming from inside the chamber.

“Yes, your Highness”

Steve walked in. Peggy was in her under vest fixing her jewels. Her makeup and hair were perfect. She was perfect, Steve noticed, he should have been blind not to see that. He felt bad for basically dumping her, but he couldn’t see his life with anyone else but Tony.

“My King” she bowed.

“Can… we please talk?”

“What’s wrong, Your Majesty?”

“I don’t know how to say this…”

Peggy sat on the edge of her bed, patting the covers next to her, signing to Steve to go sit next to her.

Peggy took Steve’s hand in hers.

“You don't want to marry me, do you?”

Steve shook his head.

“You are amazing and lovely and God, you're beautiful, but…”

“I’m not him. I know. Go marry him, be happy”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry”

“Go, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine”

“He’s not gonna come. Pepper, he’s not coming”

“Calm down Tony, it’s not sundown just yet”

Tony was walking up and down, under the floral arch in the park, playing with the cuffs of the shirt.

“Tony, stop playing with your shirt”

“No Pep, you don’t understand. I have a feeling in my guts that tells me he’s not coming”

“Well- Rhodey got up from his chair, getting on his assigned place under the arch- your guts must be wrong then,” he said pointing at something in front of him.

Tony and Pepper turned in the direction pointed by Rhodey. They saw two horses running towards them.

Steve was riding a beautiful white horse and Bucky was just behind him on a black one.

“Steve, slow down, come here” Bucky screamed, tying the horses to a tree and ran after Steve.

“Come here for the love of God” Bucky whispered when Steve finally stopped.

“You forgot this,” he said, taking a crown from his bag and placing it on Steve’s head.

“Now go and get married,” he said with a smile, patting Steve on the shoulder, as he walked down the lane, towards his love and happiness.

[belphegor1982]

Ooh, so much good stuff! Can I hear about the 'untitled Rick gets insulted' fuc?

Yessss 💜 So, a couple of years ago @sillylittlegeek sent me an ask about how Rick, Evy and Jonathan are protective of one another, that it’s not just “Rick protects Evy”, and I 100% agreed. This got me thinking about the kind of situation that would call for Jonathan being protective of Rick, because let’s face it, it’s not often Rick finds himself in a situation like that, huh? He’s strong and a lot smarter than he lets on. But then the plot bunny got in my head:

And now I’m picturing a party after a conference in London or something and Jonathan lounging about and enjoying the free buffet when he hears someone speak about (or to) Rick in a less than flattering manner - the kind of cold contempt disguised as politeness, refined and cultured and so very civilised it hardly sounds like they’re comparing him to an ape at all. It’s all in good fun, old chap. (...) Now, Jonathan’s best weapons were never his fists, but his words. He and Evy grew up in this kind of milieu. (...) So he ambles in, glass in hand, looking harmless and a little ridiculous, and he just. Rips into the guy. Talks circles around the bloody twat in that same fake-politely savage manner until the bystanders are all laughing at the aforementioned twat. Never raises his voice, never loses the slight smirk that makes the twat want to throttle him, until the twat mumbles an excuse and flees.

So here’s what I’ve got so far under the cut - ~500 words of a story still without a title. But I’m not losing hope :o)

[ask me about my WIPs!]

“That is not what McMahon said.”

“Of course, my dear fellow, of course, but since when has old McMahon’s opinion counted for something?”

“Oh but you can argue that Greaves, at least, knows what he’s doing. Otherwise the whole faction would have gone the way of the giant lizards long ago. Have you heard what—”

Rick O’Connell shot a wistful glance at his empty champagne glass. For the umpteenth time tonight, he wished he could at least loosen his bow tie.

At least having a glass in his hand – full or empty – meant he couldn’t fiddle with his wedding band to keep his fingers busy. It gave people the wrong idea, apparently. As if absently playing with a ring meant he was tired of having to wear it. It was the opposite, actually: this ring meant Evy, and Evy meant the world to him.

Usually, ‘going out’ with his wife could be translated as taking her to a restaurant, or the occasional fancier night at the opera. Tonight it was a twofer: a conference and a fundraising do in honour of the Cairo Museum of Antiquities. Evy had been understandably excited about the conference, which starred one of the famed – in certain circles, anyway – Bembridge Scholars, and Jonathan had tagged along for the night. For ‘moral support’, he claimed.

Rick half suspected his new brother-in-law’s idea of ‘moral support’ had a lot to do with the free buffet with the extravagant hors d’oeuvres and free booze. Jonathan had indeed stayed mostly within earshot for the conference – which was dry, but not exactly uninteresting – and ten minutes into the shindig some guy hailed him like an old acquaintance and he vanished into the haze of cigar smoke and black tuxedos. As for Evy, she was in deep conversation with the representative of the Bembridge Scholars about the impact of ʿAbd-al-Laṭīf on modern Egyptology.

“Are you sure you won’t get bored?” she had asked him earlier, looking anxious. “I tend to get… a little single-minded when I’m among scholars. Just ask Jonathan. Last time I completely forgot he’d come with me five minutes in. He had to take another taxi to get home.”

“Honey,” Rick had said with his hands resting around her waist, “relax. You’ll go out there, do your thing, blow them all away, and I’ll… mingle. I never get bored when there’s free food.”

He wasn’t lying, really. Plus, watching Evy hold her ground firmly against some crusty old guy who couldn’t get his head around a woman Knowing Things was nothing short of glorious. She made her point with pinpoint precision and a calm that belied the passion behind it, eyes bright, colour high in her cheeks.

This was, after all, the same woman who had corrected Beni on his translation of Ancient Egyptian while they were all surrounded by Imhotep’s brainwashed army. Dismantling some old bigot’s bullshit point by point had nothing on staring death in its newly-resurrected face.

Rick allowed himself the luxury of staring fondly at his wife for another minute, then went in search of another glass.

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Hope you liked! :o)

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Crybaby.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Yandere!Bakugo/Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend has a savior-complex, and while you wouldn’t call yourself ‘sensitive’, you’re certainly not the most confident person around. What could go wrong?

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships, and Abuse of Power. 

You always felt like a voyeur, at these kinds of things.

You weren’t new to galas, events, glorified parties stocked with Pro-Heroes that were held for no other reason than to prove how rich and beautiful and charitable they all were. Hell, you’d met Katsuki’s stylist before his parents, and you’d like to think you’d gotten good at navigating the dark, confusing terrain people like him treated like a second home. You were comfortable here, but you were still cautious. You were one of them, but you weren’t. You were surrounded by heroes, suffocated by heroes, but that didn’t make you a hero.

You were a sheep among wolves, a hare in a nest of friendly, smiling vipers. You doubted they would attack, but you still made an effort not to look more edible than you had to.

Currently, you were using a tall glass of something red, cherry flavored, and still partially on fire as an excuse to put a hair’s width of distance between yourself and the rest of the party, eager to get a breath of fresh air before you went back to ingratiating yourself with the professionally elite. You’d barely let yourself relax by the time your small reprieve was cut short, ripped away from you by a pair of arms that easily found their way to your waist and pulled you into a broad chest before releasing you, letting you turn around to face your aggressor on your own. You weren’t surprised to find Katsuki behind you, a grin painted across his lips and his hair attempting to free itself from his attempts to slick it back, but his eagerness caught you off-guard, coming as a shift away from his usual noncommittal disposition. You didn’t mind, though, only laughing as he buried his face in your neck, pinning you between his body and the bar’s counter as if there was no one around to gawk and stare. It was hard not to love him, in moments like that, when he treated you like you were the only other person in the world.

“You got lost,” He explained, as if you hadn’t been there when you made the mistake of wandering off, assuming you’d be able to find Katsuki or, more realistically, he’d be able to find you. It’d taken him a little longer than you’d expected, but if the ferocity of Katsuki’s greeting was a sign, he’d been far more affected by the time apart than you. “I thought I’d have to wait until you washed up in the parking lot before lugging your drunk ass home, again.”

“My ass is tragically sober, I’ll have you know,” You huffed, stringing your arms around his neck, letting him lift you onto the bartop without argument. He didn’t try to pull away, but even if he did, you wouldn’t have let him. You were content to use him as a rock, a means to ground yourself in the ever-swirling room. You weren’t drunk, but you wished you were, if only because an ungodly amount of alcohol might’ve helped you separate yourself from the noise, the heat, the faces you vaguely recognized but failed to put a proper name to, out of costume. It was hard not to let it overwhelm you at the best of times, and although you desperately, desperately wanted to think you’ve gotten used to moving through a world so separate from the one you were used to, no amount of discipline and familiarization would make you any less disoriented. It wouldn’t make you belong here. “Midoriya took care of me,” You said, rather than trying to contemplate your situation in any more depth. “He kept me out of trouble while you got to make it. It’s a crime, really, an injustice. If I didn’t like you so much, I’d be tempted to storm off again.”

He chuckled, straightening his back, but not pulling away. “You look awfully happy for someone who just spent the last two hours dealing with Deku’s bullshit.”

“What can I say?” You shrugged, fighting not to smile. Katsuki’s fingertips drummed against your side curiously, and you went on before you could think better of it. “It’s not every day your favorite hero volunteers to babysit you.”

You realized your mistake the moment the words were off your tongue, the implication of your bais. Reflexively, you pulled away from Katsuki, your hands dropping to the collar of his suit as you moved to correct yourself, but surprisingly, Katsuki’s grin only broadened, his stare sharpening, taking on something other than the bleary affection it’d contained before. “I won’t take it too personally,” He assured you, his tone anything but comforting. “I know how much Deku loves his fans. I didn’t think you like that kinda thing, though.”

Whereas his expression darkened, yours seemed to fade. Not falling away completely, but receding at the slightest hint of information you didn’t want to know, instead. You weren’t sure which response he’d been aiming for. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, it’s nothing you should have to worry your pretty little head over,” He started, in a voice that was more than enough to assure you that this was exactly the kind of thing you would worry your pretty little head over. “He’s just… affectionate, y’know? With civilians - his groupies, especially. I’m surprised you didn’t get the chance to see it for yourself. I figured you’d already been to one of his hide-outs, by now.” He paused, absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair, acting like he didn’t care whether or not you were paying attention. Acting like he didn’t know he was making a threat. “It’s funnier than you’d think. Sometimes, one of us will bring an extra for ‘im. No one special, of course, but Deku’s standards aren’t set too high.”

You felt yourself go still, and abruptly, you were aware of every place Izuku had touched you, every glance out of the corner of his eye, every time he stood a little closer than he had to or let his fingers brush against yours when he could’ve kept his hands to himself. He’d been nothing but polite, nothing but pleasant, but… Katsuki wouldn’t lie, would he? He didn’t have a reason to.

It wasn’t like he wanted to scare you, right?

“It’s a good thing you got yourself away from him,” Katsuki went on, his eyes following the shape of your jaw lazily, eventually settling on your mouth. “I hear he likes the sensitive ones, y’know? I’m sure he would’ve liked you, too, if he knew how much of a…” He trailed off, finally meeting your stare. “Well, I don’t have to say it, do I?”

He didn’t. As soon as he felt silent, something sharp and hot began to prick at your eyes, sparsely at first, but the jabs grew more violent the longer you failed to drive them away. In a second, your head was bowed, and you were conscious of just how crowded the venue was, of just how distant Katsuki had gotten. In two, you were rubbing at your eyes and biting your bottom lip, and in three, you were sobbing, not prettily and not gently and certainly not quietly, your stifled cries and heavy breaths earning a handful of coos and hums from Katsuki, a hand soon cupping the back of your head, encouraging you to bury your face in his chest and hide yourself away from the rest of the party, your reputation be damned. It wasn’t like it mattered, it wasn’t like you mattered.

You could disappear, and no one here would care. 

Katsuki was the only person who’d even notice you were gone.

You didn’t try to hold yourself back, not from him. You clung to Katsuki the way a shipwrecked sailor might cling to a liferaft, your fists balling around his jacket and wrinkling fabric you’d almost forgot you’d never be able to afford, not on your own. He gave you a moment to pull yourself together, to prove that you didn’t need the stability he provided, and when you failed to, Katsuki sighed, contented. When he spoke, he was nothing short of calming, soothing, tender. Ever the caretaker, albeit a caretaker you shouldn’t need. “It’s alright, baby. That’s why I’m here, yeah? I need to make sure you don’t get in over your head.” He pressed a slow, languid kiss into the top of your head, but the gesture was far from comforting. You had a feeling he wouldn’t try to pacify you, not so soon. “Let’s get you out of here, alright? I think you’ve had enough fun for one night.”

You nodded, weakly, letting Katsuki tug you onto your feet despite your unsteady legs. You kept your gaze fixed on the floor, never daring to check if your muffled outburst had done any damage, nor did you try to reassure Katsuki or give any kind of verbal response, not when you already knew you’d be hushed and soothed into submission. You didn’t object, though. You didn’t have the right to.

Not when Katsuki always took such good care of you.

[writtenjewels]

Dance

Cullen glanced around the library looking for one particular face. He was hoping to see the man at the front desk but no such luck. Sighing, Cullen slid his book into the return bin and started going through the shelves. He did enjoy reading so these frequent visits to the library weren't entirely because of the handsome librarian. But he had to admit that he was much more eager to come by these days because of the man.

He turned the corner toward the next line of shelves and felt an excited thrill in his heart. Dorian, dark hair swept in an elegant style as always, was putting books away. He wore an outfit of blue and white today, which Cullen thought complemented his dark skin well. Dorian shifted to grab the next book and noticed Cullen. His mustache was perfectly styled too with just the hint of a curl.

“Finished your book already, Cullen?” he asked.

“Yes, I enjoyed it.” He was aware Dorian had learned his name as a show of good customer service, but it still thrilled him to hear it. Dorian's lips curled into a smile and he picked up a book from his cart.

“Here, you should read this one next. I've read it myself and found it wonderful.” Cullen took the volume with a muttered thanks. “You'll have to let me know what you think when you're finished.”

“I will.” Damn it all, why couldn't he have a more coherent conversation with this man? It was easy to talk when he was giving out orders or discussing strategy, but the idea of expressing romantic interest had him tongue-tied. Not wishing to stand there like a fool, Cullen turned on his heels and went to check out the book.

Naturally, his friends felt the need to tease him about it later.

“So did you finally talk to the handsome librarian?” Josephine wondered. “For more than five minutes?”

“No,” he was forced to admit. Varric let out a groan.

“You're hopeless, Curly. You've been pining over this guy for... what, a month now? Why don't you ask him out already, for Andraste's sake?” Cullen squirmed uneasily. He didn't know how he would go about doing that. Varric seemed to come to the same conclusion. “You know what you need? A night out. Friday, we're going out for some fun. No excuses.”

There was no point in arguing with Varric Tethras. And knowing the dwarf, his idea of “fun” was not going to line up with Cullen's. He contented himself with seeing Dorian again in the meantime. As they chatted about books, a thought came to him. If he could just ask Dorian out, he could avoid whatever “fun” Varric had in mind.

“Are you doing anything interesting this weekend?” he asked, hoping that came out as casual and friendly.

“Not particularly. I have to work my second job.” Cullen deflated a little at that. “I forgot to mention,” Dorian continued. “The library is going to be putting out a chess set for patrons. You said you liked playing, yes? Maybe you can help me break it in.”

“Play chess with you?” Cullen confirmed. Was Dorian flirting? Or was Cullen simply hoping, and this was all just the same friendliness as usual? Either way, it meant more time spent with the handsome librarian. “Yes, I'd enjoy that.” Dorian's face practically glowed in a responding smile.

Friday night found Cullen with Varric and Josephine about to enter a club. He was already regretting this before they even walked through the door. What he found inside had him nearly choking on his own tongue. There were half-naked men everywhere: walking around serving drinks, sitting on top of tables, dancing on a stage....

“Varric, is... is this a strip club?!” Cullen squeaked out.

“Yeah. I figure this was a good way to take your mind off your librarian.” Too stunned to speak, Cullen turned to Josephine hoping to get her support. But her face was alight in a grin. “It doesn't do anything for me,” the dwarf continued, “but you and Ruffles can go enjoy yourselves. I'm just here to foot the bill.”

When Cullen still couldn't speak, Varric herded him over to a table where the three of them took a seat. A waiter came by to get their drink orders. Cullen supposed that the tight shirt and short shorts could be considered a uniform, but it left little to the imagination.

“My friend here is a first-timer,” Varric informed the waiter, patting Cullen on the shoulder. “What would you recommend?” Cullen blushed as the waiter gave him a once-over.

“You have a good view of the stage. Sparkler is going on the pole in a few minutes. He's one of our best dancers.” Going on the pole...? Cullen gulped as he focused on the men sliding up and down metal poles, draping one leg around it and arching their backs. He dropped his eyes down to his lap. He was relieved that his arousal wasn't that noticeable.

There was no denying that this club hired attractive men. All varying sizes and shapes to appeal to different customers. Qunari, elves, humans, even some dwarfs. Josephine was hooting and clapping, loving all of this. Someone announced the next set of dancers and Varric nudged Cullen hard. He sighed, lifting his head again. He would indulge the dwarf a while longer before insisting they leave.

The one called Sparkler walked onto the stage and positioned himself at the pole nearest where Cullen and his friends were sitting. Cullen's mouth dropped, his heart gave a lurch in his chest, and he momentarily forgot how to breathe. That styled dark hair, the gently curled mustache, those sea-grey eyes... Cullen's whole body started buzzing. It was Dorian. The man was wearing form-fitting clothing that sparkled when he moved.

The music started and Dorian began to move along the pole. He slid his hands up its length until they stretched above his head and then he bent his back in an elegant arch. Straightening again, he sank down with legs parted until he was nearly sitting on the stage. Dorian rose up slowly, jutting his ass out as he did. Cullen gaped, spellbound. He was likely biased but he could see why Dorian was one of the best: he had a way of moving that displayed his body in a sensual, almost teasing way. Making the crowd hungry for more.

Off to one side a group of men were cheering and calling for Dorian to start stripping. Cullen glared at them. Dorian placed a hand on his chest and pretended to swoon. He winked at the group and ripped his shirt off in one tug, throwing it toward the delighted men. Now Dorian was bare from the waist up. Cullen was finding it more difficult to breathe. He'd seen half-naked men before-- hell, he'd seen a completely naked man before when that one recruit lost his armor. But seeing Dorian like this, beautiful and glistening under the stage lights, was quite a different matter.

It struck Cullen that he might not have reacted so strongly if he didn't know Dorian from the library. Superficially, yes, the man was just as attractive as every other employee in the club. But Cullen had heard his laugh, seen his smile, knew some of his interests. Seeing the friendly librarian like this only added a new layer to the man. Dorian was stretching himself on the pole again, displaying his body shamelessly. His head was tilted up, his lips parted as if caught in pleasure. Cullen felt a stir of desire inside him. He wanted to be the cause of that pleasure...

Dorian was gliding his body down the pole and Cullen followed the progress. The man's legs were spread wider and Cullen leaned forward. Keeping his back pressed against the pole, Dorian trailed his fingers down the planes of his chest and stomach. Cullen's breath hitched in excitement. Dorian's eyes slowly opened, his expression hooded and sultry for whichever man he happened to be focused on. And his eyes met Cullen's.

Cullen saw the moment when the persona of the wanton seducer dropped. Dorian's eyes went wide and his mouth opened again, in surprise this time. It was hard to tell with the body oil glistening on him, but he might have even been blushing. Dorian wet his lips and rested his hands on his knees. He ran them up the insides of his parted thighs, Cullen following the progression. His eyes darted back up to Dorian's face. The man's eyes were still locked on him and he was breathing heavily. Not, Cullen thought, from the exertion of his dance.

Cullen wet his own lips and swallowed. His eyes went back down to Dorian's spread legs. The man's fingers gripped onto his inner thighs and tugged. The trousers ripped off, revealing his legs and the small bit of cloth covering his crotch. Cullen nearly fell out of his chair. He managed to recover but he had to get a hand down and press against the straining bulge between his legs. Dorian noted that and shuddered a little. His mouth moved in a deliberate forming of Cullen's name, spreading his legs out even wider, throwing back his head and arching his body.

Thoughtlessly, Cullen rubbed the heel of his palm against his clothed erection. Some part of his mind was aware he was still in a club and other men were drooling over Dorian right now, but it was all background noise. All he could see was Dorian stretching, sliding up and down the pole, displaying his body for Cullen. He continued rubbing and Dorian's eyes kept centering on him with every dip and sway he took on the pole. The song ended far too soon. Dorian swept a bow, again lingering on Cullen, then turned to the group who had his shirt.

“Well,” Varric spoke up, reminding Cullen that he wasn't alone after all, “you seemed to like that one, Curly.”

“Yes,” Cullen agreed, clasping his hand tight over his rock-hard erection. “I suppose I did.”

[avenging-fandoms]

gosh i wanna kiss peter and hold hands with him and go on cute dates and be so in love that it's sickening to everyone

peter swings into your window, making you shriek and cover your mouth. “peter! you can’t scare me like that!” you huff and he chuckles, taking off his mask. you sigh in content, still not believing your boyfriend was a super hero. 

“i told you i was coming over. just.. had a little set back” he smiled and you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards you and holding his face. “i missed you”

“mm, i missed you more petey” you bite your lip softly and smile, peter kissing your nose. he goes to walk away but you pull him onto the bed, smiling and tracing your finger along the design of his suit. 

“come on babe, i gotta change before someone sees me, and it looks like you need to finish your chemistry” he got off the bed and you pout, watching him open his drawer of clothes in your dresser. 

“why do my chemistry homework, when i can work on ours?” you wink and he bows his head, laughing. “just kidding, but i really need your help, pete. i don’t know what to do”

you put your chin in your hand, placing your elbow on your crossed leg. peter changed into jeans and a sweater, falling next to you and placing his chin on your shoulder, looking over your homework and explaining it to you. “okay, i think i got it, hold on let me try it by myself!” you smile and peter laughed, going on his phone and calling happy, who didn’t answer. “okay, done”

he checked it over and looked at you, smiling. “that was right, i’m proud of you baby” he smiled, leaning forward and kissing you softly. 

“okay, i’m done with my homework, let’s go get some dinner. some.. chinese?” you smile, grabbing your sneakers and sliding them on. you go to grab your jacket but peter grabs your waist, pulling you into him. his cold nose pressed against your neck, peter swaying slowly. “no chinese?”

“i haven’t seen you in nearly 2 days, just want to hold you for a bit” he sighs, kissing your shoulder and you smile. after a couple of minutes he lets go, giving you a kiss and helping you put on your jacket. he puts on his own, grabbing your hand and holding you close to him as you two walked down the street. 

peter holds the door open for you and you thank him, waving to the lady who always waited you and peter. she already knew your orders, putting it in as you and peter sat down. you thank her as she brought over your edamame, pouring you water and giving you a smile before leaving the table. 

“so did you actually finish all of your homework?” peter rose his eyebrows and looked at you, you smirking and eating the piece of edamame.

“if i say no, are we going back to my place?” peter looked at you and you giggle, shrugging. “i wanted to spend time with you and not worry about my homework. i care about you more than chemistry. i promise i’ll do it when we get home. just.. be here with me” you reach over and hold his hand, peter smiling and kissing the back of your hand. your food is soon set in front of you two, you very excited to eat. 

“did you study for trig? it’s kind of tricky. i can help you after you finish chem” you nod, eating your noodles. you and peter talk for a bit about senior year and your trip, when the news anchor on the tv behind you spoke about a robbery. you drop your fork in your empty plate, peter sighing. “no, it’s fine. the..the police will get there” peter pokes at the emptiness on his plate and you kick his backpack towards him. peter looked up at you but you didn’t look, peter kissing your head and paying for dinner, racing out the door. you sigh and without a word, she brings over a bowl of ice cream for you. 

“oh i didn’t-”

“it’s on the house” she winks and you smile, thanking her and eating your ice cream. you pull out your phone and text peter. 

pete: stay safe, i’m gonna spend some time in the park before going home. i love you. 

you lock your phone and wave goodbye with a smile, the bell dinging above your head as you leave. you put your headphones in and start to walk to the park, stuffing your hands into your pocket as the fall new york weather nipped at your nose. you went to step into the poorly lit park, but you were literally swept off your feet. 

you ripped out your headphones and peeked your eyes open, gripping tightly as you saw it was peter. “you scared me!” you yell and you heard him laugh, his grip tightening on you as he swung building to building, the both of you landing on top of your apartment building. you shove your headphones in your pocket, smiling as you push peter’s mask up over his nose. “everything go alright?”

“i left them in a web cocoon. the police got there, and i came to get you” he said and you smile, holding his face and kissing him softly. “but after eating that really yummy food and fighting, i’m really tired”

“me too. chemistry can wait until sunday” peter nods and pulls his mask down, you giving him a kiss over his mask before holding onto him as he crawled down the side of the building. he climbed into your window and set you down softly, ned sitting on the edge of your bed. 

“ned! what are you doing in my girlfriend’s room?” peter asked and ripped off his mask, changing into his sweatpants and loose t-shirt. 

“we all made a plan to study, remember?” you and peter make the same face and ned laughs. “it’s okay, i saw the news. good job, pete” ned stands and does his handshake with peter, giving you a fist bump. 

“yn said sunday. tomorrow we just want a normal saturday” ned smiles, understanding and happy he can sleep in. he leaves and peter sighs, flopping on your bed. you laugh and change into your pajamas, sitting down next to him and scratching up and down his back. 

“i forgot my- ew. you guys are so in love” ned rolls his eyes and you both laugh. he actually leaves this time and you lock the door, shutting off the lights and closing your bedroom door. you shut your window half-way and climb into your bed with peter, who slid of his shirt and snuggled into a pillow. 

“are you replacing me with a pillow?” you pout and he pulls you into him, pecking your lips a couple times before wrapping his arms tightly around you. you smile, kissing his chest and rubbing his back. “i love you, peter. i’m really glad you’re safe”

“i love you too, babe. i’m glad i’m safe too” he kissed you once more before you both fell asleep to the moon in the room and the faint sound of honks of cars in sleepless new york. 

[kpop---writings]

Mr. Park (M)

A Chanyeol smut requested by anon.

This picture really fucks me up, here’s my chance to use it!

And Happy New Year!

Working as the secretary for Mr. Park was a challenge, to say the least. He is very demanding and needing everything done in a timely manner, if not he would surely threaten you with ridiculous busy work or even being fired.

However, there was definitely one big perk. His son. The other Mr. Park.

Mr. Park Chanyeol.

You didn't see him much he had an office below his father’s top floor office. But when you did, oh man you forgot how to speak or even act entirely. You made a fool out of yourself in front of him more times than you could count, you’re sure.

He’s recently gone blonde, according to his father it looks ridiculous, but you just know the blonde and his skin tone would pair so well together. You’d hope to get to see him before it began to fade.

“Here.”

A stack of papers is slammed onto your desk, snapping out of your daydream.

“Take these down to my son.” Mr. Park says in his loud, demanding voice.

“Yes, sir.” You say without even thinking.

“Oh, and make sure he knows that is to be read over and signed immediately.”

He turns and disappears into his office without another word.

Well. That was, oddly, perfectly timed. You grab your stack of papers and head towards the elevators.

---

As the elevator dings and the doors open to Mr. Park’s floor, you feel your whole body fill with nerves. You’ve never set foot into his office before, you normally see him on the elevator ride up or when he walks past you to his father’s office.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before knocking on his door.

“Come in!”

Another deep breath before opening the door.

Oh my.

The white blazer and shirt the exposed so much of his chest took every thought out of head for a brief moment. And the hair. My God, the hair was absolutely stunning on him, just as you thought it would be. You’re standing in his doorway making a fool of yourself, once again.

You hear him clearing his throat. “Is there a reason my father sent you down here? Or did you sneak away from your desk to come gawk at me?”

Shit.

“I-i - Yes.” You respond. Still captivated by his unbelievable beauty.

You stare into his eyes for a second and watch his face change to a more irritated look.

“Well, what is it?”

You jump, physically snapping out the imaginary spell his handsome face seem to put you under.

“R-right!” You walk closer to his desk and hand over the stack of papers. 

“Your father said you need to look over and sign these as soon as you can.”

He takes the papers and leans back in his chair, skimming over the first page.

Again, you stand there and admire him. This is the longest you’ve been able to look a him up close.

“Was there anything else I could do for you?” He asks not looking up from the paper.

“Uh..No, Mr. Park, sir. I’ll be going now.”

You bow to him and he nods his head back, and you start towards the door, back to your desk.

---

You take a seat in your desk chair, preparing to complete whatever work Mr. Park has set on your desk while you were away. 

“And what took you so damn long? I thought I’d be leaving for the day before you got back!”

You mentally roll your eyes so hard you think if you did it in real life your eyes wouldn’t come back. You were gone for 10 minutes max. What a drama queen this man was.

“I sent you to deliver papers to my son, not everyone in the damn building! Since you think you can half ass your job while you’re working on my time, surely you won’t have a problem finishing some extra paperwork tonight on your time.”

And with that he’s gone down the hall to where you assume a meeting is about to take place. 

Great.

---

“Have a good night! Make sure all of this gets completed before you leave.” Mr. Park places another stack of papers on your desk, this time much more thick.

You take a quick glance and see a lot of blank spaces, meaning you’ll be doing a lot of writing. If it wasn't for the great pay and benefits and ridiculously hot son, you would've been applied to a new job.

About 4 pages in you hear the elevator ding and you look up and his blonde hair catches your attention. Your heart starts pounding in your chest. Did he come here to see you? No, of course. That’d be a dream though.

“What are you still doing up here?” He asks, with a lifted brow.

“Just s-some extra work. What brings you up here this time of night?” You muster up the courage to ask.

“Just came to drop off these papers that you brought down earlier.”

He disappears and reappears from his father’s office. 

He glances over your shoulder at the papers. “You know, if you want to bring those down to my office, I can help you finish them. After all it’s my fault you’re staying late.” He winks, then starts walking to the elevators.

You scramble to grab all of your papers and notebook and hurry behind him.

---

In his office he actually helps, you were honestly surprised.

You’re so immersed in the paper, you don’t even notice him look up from his paper. No longer writing, taking his time to look over your face while you’re distracted.

“Would you like to take a break?” He suddenly speaks.

You look over to the clock, it’s already midnight. You’d actually rather not. But then you look up at him and his handsome face and you don’t want to miss this opportunity to get to know him.

“Sure,” You say quietly. “What are we going to do, it’s already midnight?”

“We could just talk.”

“What about?”

“Why or even how you’ve managed to work for my dad for so long? I’m his son and I can barely do it.” You hear him laugh at the end of his sentence.

You hear yourself laugh as well.

“There it is. That beautiful smile. I never see you smile.”

You lean forward onto his desk where you’re sitting on the opposite of him. “What do you mean? You hardly see me at all.”

He leans back in his office chair and smirks while gliding his finger across his bottom lip.

“I watch you more than you think.” 

You stare at him for a moment. He looks like he’s thinking about something. His eyebrows are furrowed, but he’s still looking at you.

“Come here.” He says, making a come hither motion with his finger.

You hesitate for a just a moment, before finally standing and walking to the other side of his desk.  He turns his chair to the side, away from the desk. You stop, standing in front of him. He spreads his legs and pulls you closer by your waist.

“I see how you look at me. Can you tell me what it is you think about in that pretty little head of yours when you see my face?” He asks with such confidence. Like he already knows what it is you think about.

“M-mr. Park,” You breathe out. 

“Don’t be shy. I think about you, too.” He pulls you a little closer. “Do you want to know what I think about when I see you in that tight skirt?”

You nod your head and he grabs your hand and pulls your head to his.

“When I see you in that skirt, He whispers in your ear,  “I want to bend you over my desk, push your skirt to your waist, rip your panties off of you and taste you before pounding into you until I make you cum all. Over. My. Cock.”

He lets your hand go and you feel your knees buckle before you caught yourself and lean back up. Your breath is shaky, before you speak.

“Mr. Park, I would love for you to bend me over your desk and do whatever you want to me, sir.” You say in almost a whisper.

You watch his lips turn into a grin. He starts rubbing his hands up and down your inner thigh.

“Tell me exactly, beautiful.”

“I-i,” You let out a long sigh as his fingers graze across your clothed mound.

You lean your head back, “Mr. Park I want you to fuck me on your desk in every way you’ve imagined” You yell out.

Mr. Park lets out a breathy laugh before standing up, his chair sliding back as he does so, and bringing you to sit on his desk.

He kisses you, you kiss him back. In a clash of tongues, he manages to undo the buttons on your shirt and his, before stripping you both of them. He kisses your breast that are peaking out of the top of your bra. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to feel his hardening cock on you. 

He finally undoes your bra letting it fall to the ground and returns back to kiss and lick all over your breast. He pushes you to lay back on his desk and began kissing down your stomach and pushing your skirt up to your waist at the same time.

He looks down at your black lace panties and back up at you with a smirk. He bites the hem of them and pulls them down using only his mouth. Once he reaches your knees he lets them fall and lick his way back up to your heat and giving a long, flat lick from the opening of your vagina to the clit. Your whole body shudders at that.

“You taste even better than I thought,” he says before diving back in between your legs and continuing to give you the best head of your fucking life. His tongue hitting just the right spot over and over again. You get that warm feeling through out your body, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Mr. Park notices and quickly pulls away.

You groan and lean up on your elbows to look at him. “Mr. Park, please,” you whimper.

“I told you I want to make you cum on my dick while you’re bent over my desk,” he growls then pulls you off the desk onto your feet and turns you, harshly bending your upper body onto his desk. You let out a yelp and that earns you a hard smack on your ass.

“Scream as loud as you want, we’re the only ones here. I can promise you that.”

You feel his fingers sliding up and down your wet heat, then you hear him spit into his hand. You look back and watch him jerk off for a second, moistening his cock for you. You look up to his face and you catch his eyes already looking at you. You see his eyes completely filled with lust and you’re so consumed by it you literally let your head fall back to onto the desk and patiently wait for him to slide in you.

Then you feel him rubbing the tip around the edges of your heat gathering even more wetness for you. 

He thrusts into you, one hand on the back of your neck and the other with a tight grip on your hip. He starts thrusting at a consistently fast pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the faint sound of the desk legs sliding against the floor is the only thing you can hear. 

“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you to touch yourself while I fuck you on my desk.”

“Yes Mr. Park, anything, sir.” You say panting.

You slip your hand in between your body and the desk and find a way to massage your clit at a speed a little slower than Mr. Park’s thrusting.

You start moaning out, the mixture of him pounding into you and your fingers on your clit increasing your pleasure.

“Yes, baby, let me hear all those sounds come out of your pretty lips,” he’s almost yelling with how close he’s getting.

He’s moaning now too. The sound of his breathy moans make that warmth feeling come back, spreading all over your body until you come completely undone writhing on his cock just how he wanted.

“Uhh fuck, the way you’re clenching right n- ohhhh,” he lets out a long throaty moan as he quickly pulls out and spurts onto what you were hoping was your ass, but considering you didn’t feel it, you know it was your skirt.

He goes to find his office chair and plops down onto it, his pants still around his ankles and his panting making his bare chest move up and down.

You sit up and stare at him, sure you’re looking absolutely wrecked.

“Mr. Park, that was-”

He cuts you off, “Would you like to go dinner with me sometime, my treat of course.” He says with a smile

You’re looking for words to say, but with him in his current state looking at you like that, all you want to say is fuck me again and again and again

“Well?” He chuckles, “I thought after this fuck you’d be able to look at me without getting lost in your imagination...we have plenty of time to try everything you’ve yet to tell me about.”

“And you can call me Chanyeol, love.”

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: FaceTime{One-Shot}***

Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, FaceTime Sex, NSFW AT ALL, SMUUUUUTTTT, Self Pleasure, DO NOT READ AT WORK, NOT FILTHY BUT RAUNCHY

Words: 2.5k

Summary: With the new season of FBI currently filming during the world’s climate, the PTB has decided that the cast are all to social distance in a designated hotel where they can be tracked to lessen any unnecessary exposure. You and Zeeko have been together for just under a year, and you’re still in the honeymoon stage, and he’s been “consciously distancing” for five weeks now.

Note: Thanks to a video from Zeeko’s IG stories, this little nugget came to mind. 

I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading!!! ❤️❤️

***Loosley Edited/proofread***

“As you guys can see, this is my home away from home for the next three months, then a two-month break and right back into it,” he said as he walked around the hotel suite with his phone filming his surroundings for the live he was currently shooting.

 He walked from the living area to the open kitchen then showed off the view of downtown Manhattan. As he walked through the suite, he showed the two other rooms then made it to the bedroom.

 “And this is the bedroom,” he said as he jumped onto the bed. When he turned the camera onto himself, he groaned and leaned back onto the pillows.

 “As you can see, they are taking good care of us due to the current pandemic. I’ve been here for—five weeks, a little over five weeks actually, and yes, I’m going absolutely insane.”

 He read the comments as they rolled in and made a mental note as to which ones to answer.

 AriaTheGreat: Zeeko, I love you on FBI. You’re soo hot.

 Cheesing like no one’s business, he slightly bowed his head. “Uh—AriaTheGreat, thank you for that compliment. I’m glad you’re tuning in, and thank you for that.”

BertoCrushesQuads: Bro, you look like you eat lean and crush it in the gym. I dig your workout stories. Always pushing me to step my game up.

 “BertoCrushesQuads, Thank you, bro. Honestly, there’s this little competition between my brother and me regarding the gym and the weights so, yeah. I do like to eat lean things and try to stay on task there, but I’m Egyptian—so yeah.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that bit.

 As he got a little more comfortable in the bed, he continued to read through the incoming comments.

 Y/NInTheseSheets: How are you surviving being in isolation? Are you lonely?

 His smile got so wide when he saw your name; he couldn’t contain himself. He now looked like a child on Christmas morning. You always commented and liked his pictures, reposted his stories, and even popped into his lives always with your secret account. You used this account to mainly stan for him.

 “Uh—Y/NInTheseSheets, cute name. I’m taking it one day at a time. It definitely can get lonely.

 The comments flew in about ways to relieve loneliness and even those bold ones volunteering to help him with that. It was still wild for him to think about how his life had changed sometimes. One of the changes he was most grateful for was your role in his life. A year-long flirtation turned to no commitment dates, and those turned to an accidental kiss that neither of you could go back from once it happened because that kiss led to your first night together.

 Now almost a year from that first kiss, he was still in that honeymoon phase with you. He always wanted to be around you, kiss you, talk to you, lay with you. It was impossible not to think about you, and now that he’d seen you on the live, there was no way he was going  to be able to go over his lines for tomorrow.

 Y/NInTheseSheets: These Sheets are cold.

 Biting his bottom lip, he looked right into the camera and nodded.

 “I hear you,” he said before he skimmed the other comments trying to keep his cool.

 HoeFoFlo: You should hook up with Florian and hit the gym. Can you talk about meltdown!! 🥵

 “HoeFoFlo, wow. Really creative name. You know something, we actually met a few months ago. He’s a cool dude and a monster in the gym.”

 PatriciaMac: @HoeFoFlo whaddya know I’m a hoe for that man too. You’re right; I’d love to see a live of the two of you in the gym together. I’d lose my shit. 😏

Y/NInTheseSheets: Would love to do some hoe things right about now. 😛

 His jaw dropped, and he forgot where he was and what he was doing for almost a full minute. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard. That was all it took for his member to stir. Pushing forward, he tried to keep talking to the six thousand people that were currently watching. He didn’t want to think more about what you were doing. He was sure you were lying in bed, fresh out the shower, probably still naked. He tried to stifle the moan when he thought of how you smelled, but he wasn’t successful at all.

 PrettyGirlLeena: @Y/NInTheseSheets saaaaame! Just looking at him makes me squirm. My lady parts are all tingly.

Y/NInTheseSheets: Tingliness is the least of my problems with my lady parts.  ���💦💦  

 Oh god, he thought. You were trying to kill him or have someone screen record something that he wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of.

 Y/NInTheseSheets: You just drive me crazy when you touch on it. Got my legs up, hands up, at attention.

 “There are some good things that are coming up this season for you guys. I can’t wait for you guys to check it out.”

 It was a meager attempt to force his brain away from your legs and touching anything.

 HoeFoFlo: @Y/NInTheseSheets, you should change your @ to @ThisHoezForZeeko. Girl, you thirsty.

Y/NInTheseSheets: Hit it, quit it. Fill that shit, get it!  🍑

 He was now past twitches and slow rising. His dick was hard.

 PrettyGirlLeena: Shut up, @HoeFoFlo. You should be the one to talk. We’re all thirsty. That is why we’re here. Stop trying to shame people. Look @ your name.  🙄

Y/NInTheseSheets: Tryna see if it feel what it look like. Been a lot of urge that I can't fight. It's a lot of time in the one night.

 Limit reached, he thought.

 “All right, guys, I’m gonna get off of this thing. I have lines to read and an early call. Thank you guys so much for tuning in to this live. Peace, love, and be kind to each other.”

 With that, he ended the live dropped his phone, rubbed his day fresh cut hair, and groaned. It was a loud groan that bounced off the walls and barreled back to him. When he took his phone up again, he quickly found your contact on his most recent calls and tapped facetime.

 After three rings, you answered, and sure enough, you were lying in bed with a sheet wrapped around you. God, you were beautiful.

 “Hi Habibi,” you slid out as your stretched.

 He couldn’t believe it had been almost six weeks since he’d physically seen you, and he still had six more to go.

 “That was not fair.”

 You giggled and changed the angle of your phone so he could see that your thighs were spread.

 “I’m sorry, Habibi. It was just too much fun to pass up, especially when I’d just gotten out of the shower. “

 “Ah, so you wanted to get me horny cause you’re horny.”

 You smiled again then bit your bottom lip. “Are you horny, Habibi?”

 You knew when you called him that it did things to him. You weren’t playing fair.

 “If I said no---.”

 “Then I’d just have my work cut out for me then,” you said before you ripped the sheet off your body to show him that you were, in fact, naked.

 He released an audible yelp that was half from shock and half from the intensity that his arousal hit him.

 “Fuck, baby girl.”

 Your gratifying smiled spread fully across your face before you dropped one of your hands to trail down your body, making a pit stop at your breast to tweak one of your nipples.

 “I miss you,” he whispered.

 “I miss you too. You have no idea. I used your soap in the shower and couldn’t help that my hand went down south.”

 Biting his bottom lip, he could see it as clear as day in his mind’s eye. His jeans were now highly uncomfortable. “How’d it feel?”

 “Not like when you do it. I like your hands better,” you whined.

 “Mmm, I wanna touch you so bad.”

 “I wish I could touch you, but you could—touch you.”

 His eyebrows rose. “Are we there?”

 You nodded. “Yes, we’re there,” you answered, referencing a conversation you’d had weeks ago that when things got tough, FaceTime sex was always an option. “We’re so there.”

 Not needing to be told twice, he sat up, perched his phone on a pillow, and began peeling off his shirt. Once it was off, he threw it in one direction then stood to peel off his jeans.

 “Mmmm, those jeans look uncomfortable, daddy.”

 His hands had never moved so quickly. He hopped as he peeled them off his thighs and kicked them in another direction.

 “You have no idea,” he replied before he climbed back into the bed with his boxer-briefs still on.

 As he laid on his back with a few pillows perched behind his head, he skimmed your body that was still in pain sight.

 “Show me,” you ordered. It was rare you did, but he liked it when you got controlling.

 Slowly he trailed his phone down his body, making sure that he dragged it out as long as possible. He knew what you wanted to see. Once he got to his waist, he lowered the waistband of his underwear before letting it snap back into place. Your groan was music to his ears.

 “Come on, baby, don’t tease me,” you whined.

 “Do you know me?”

 He gripped his hardened dick and rubbed, showing you just how hard he was. He couldn’t get it all in his hand no matter how big it was.

 “Mmmm, are you hard for me, baby?”

 His groan was deep, and he decided just to take them off. When he pulled the elastic down, his dick nudged on it until it sprang out, bobbing in the air.

 “Fuck daddy, I miss that dick so much.” Your hand was now between your thighs, and he’d never wanted to be someone else’s body part more.

 “Show me what’s mine, baby girl.”

 Without hesitation, you lowered your phone to show him just how wet you were. Your fingers glistened from the moisture that his tongue wanted all parts of.

 “Mmm, I’m so wet. Do you see what you do to me?”

 “Me? Look at this dick, girl.”

 He slowly stroked himself at first and then faster, all the while squeezing, doing his best to mimic your channel. His pants began low but quickly became audible. When he released an unexpected guttural groan, your moan overshadowed it, and he was instantly harder.

 “You have no idea how bad I want you, princess.”

 “Show me. Pretend your hand is mine. Pretend I’m right there between your legs about to drop my mouth on that big dick, Habibi.”

 He groaned, angled his head back, and closed his eyes. As his toes curled as the visual of you between his legs took over. “Mmm, you’re so fucking beautiful. I wish this dick was in your mouth.”

 “Mmm, me too. I wish you were fucking my mouth.” Your moans picked up, and his eyes snapped open to see your phone was now perched at the foot of the bed, giving him the perfect view between your legs, up your body, and of your face.

 “Shit, I love this view.”

 He quickly did the same with his phone so that you could have the same view and so he could have both hands. Once he was again lost in the pleasure of his hand with the visual of your mouth pushing him closer to the edge, he dipped his free hand lower to fondle himself.

 “Fuck, baby. How long has it been? They’re huge.”

 “The whole time,” he replied through his grunts.

 “This pussy misses you so bad. I wish you could stretch me out.”

 “You take me so fucking well, baby girl. Only you take this dick.”

 For the next few minutes, neither of you spoke. You just watched each other and raced to your respective finish lines. Every few seconds, your moans turned to whines and his to grunts and yelps. Your back was now arched off the bed with one hand on your breast.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re gonna make me come!”

 “Shit me too,” he whimpered.

 You shot up to rest on your elbows and look right into his eyes. “Come for me, daddy. I want it. I want you to come right now.”

 “Where would you want it?”

 “Right here,” you said as you patted your pussy. “Come on, this wet pussy. Give it to me.”

 Your fingers were circling your clit faster, and he knew you were close.

 “Come with me, baby girl. Imagine you're sitting on my face. I want it. Soak my beard, princess.”

 Your hips bucked as if you were riding your fingers, pushing yourself to go faster and faster.

 “Oh my god, Zeeko, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

 Your screech was loud before your eyes closed, and your jaw dropped, and in seconds, you were screaming as the pinch of your nipple was tight. It was his telltale sign that you were coming. He wasn’t far behind you. His grip tightened around his dick, and when he stroked up to squeeze around his head, he shot his essence. Your eyes were glued to him as he released stream after stream up into the air. You watched it splat on his inner thigh, pelvis, and abdomen. Your gingers didn’t slow. He knew you liked to watch him come. It always turned you on even more.

 “Oh my god, I’m coming again,” you whined before you dipped your digits inside your heat, dropping your head back. He saw the liquid gush from you, and he was a goner.

 “Fuck!”

 It was the only thing he managed before he, too, came again, sending even more come across his belly. Neither of you spoke. The only sounds were that of your shared panting as your bodies cooled. When he brought his eyes back to his phone, you brought your head back to look at him. Your smile was a sheepish one as you brought your knees together, still giving him the most tempting sight of your soaking core.

 “Oh my god, my phone is soaked.”

 “That’s not the only thing.”

 You slipped your hand between your legs, briefly blocking his view before you brought your hand up to your mouth and moaned.

 “Mmmm. Tastes so good. ”

 “You’re evil.”

 You giggled, bent down, took your phone, and brought it to your face.

 “Six weeks more.”

 He groaned and brought his phone to his face. “The only way I’m going to make it is if we schedule more of these—a lot more.”

 The two of you laughed together until you both laid on your beds, angling the phone on the pillow beside you so the other would feel as if they were right beside them. That was the way you remained for the next few hours, all the while penciling each other in every night to do just this.

 It was going to be a long six weeks.

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His smile was blinding, as always, but Elide didn’t believe him. There was something holding him back. “We’ve thwarted the wicked witch, El,” Fenrys cheered, lifting her up and spinning her around. 

Elide squealed, hitting his back as Fenrys slung her over his shoulder and sprinted down the hallway, “Fen, my whole ass is out!” She reached around, pulling down the hem of her black dress. Fenrys batted her hands away. 

“It’s only half out,” he pouted. “And it’s a nice ass, it’d be mean to only let me see.” 

Elide slapped him upside the head, hissing, “I don’t even let you see it.” Fenrys snorted and slowed down, putting her down in front of her doors, holding onto her waist to make sure she didn’t tip over on her heels. “And I’m a future duchess, a royal one, I can’t have any of my ass hanging out.” She crossed her arms, glaring up at him. 

“You’re a future duchess ‘cause of who, again?” 

She rolled her eyes at him, patting his face a bit too hard, “Don’t be a dick, sweetie-pie.” 

He laughed, tipping his head back. Elide laughed as well, their hysterical chuckles ringing out throughout the hall. 

Eventually they calmed down, grinning wildly as they wiped tears from their eyes. 

Elide looked at her door handle, “I should go to bed… do you wanna, I dunno, come in? I was going to watch something, hang out with my dog.” 

Fenrys nodded, “For sure, Ellie. My choice, ok?” He winked and opened the door, sneaking past her. With a flourish, he opened the door, bowing as he ushered her in. Elide shook her head at him, but the second she took another step, Fenrys had scooped her up and kicked the door behind him with a resound slam. 

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“Fen, get off, fat ass,” Elide groaned, pushing the man off. It turned out that Fenrys was a cuddler and though they had fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed, by the time Elide woke up the next day, Fenrys had wrapped himself around her. 

Fenrys whined, decidedly keeping his eyes screwed shut, “Where is my lovely fiancée running off to, so early in the morn?” 

“The gym, now move,” she growled, smiling triumphantly when he rolled away and she could get out of bed. 

“I’ll be lonely, with the bed so cold.” 

Elide glanced over her shoulder, moving out of the way when Bear bounded to the space she had vacated, “Bear can keep you company.” 

“At least Bear will never stop loving me,” Fenrys crooned, fawning over the overgrown puppy. “Won’t you, girlie, huh? No, I’m your favourite.” 

“That’s cause you give her treats when she’s not supposed to have any,” Elide scolded jokingly as she padded into her closet to change. 

When she walked back out, her long hair smoothed back into a high ponytail, both Bear and Fenrys were passed out, sprawled across the plush mattress. Elide chuckled and kissed them both on their foreheads before heading out. 

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Lorcan danced on the balls of his feet, glaring at the heavy bag as if it had personally offended him before jabbing with his left hand and swiftly following it with a powerful roundhouse. The bag swung when his shin connected with it and Lorcan jabbed again, kicking once more. His hips twisted with the drive of his leg, making sure the kick was strong before springing back. 

After a few rounds - switching every minute - his knuckles were smarting from the rough wrapping and Lorcan stopped, breathing heavily. 

He could still feel his anger rolling in his gut so he carried out a complicated pattern that ended with a spinning back kick and the heavy bag straining against the chain it hung from as it swung wildly. 

Lorcan reached out, steadying it with his hand before he stalked over to his water bottle on the bench. He sat down heavily, his lungs burning. Practically ripping his wraps off, Lorcan blew away a flyaway strand of hair that had escaped the single braid going down the length of his spine. 

When the strand just settled back down on the bridge of his nose, Lorcan glared at it, pushing it back. 

“Why don’t you just redo your braid?” 

He shut his eyes, managing to keep his mouth shut and not curse aloud. With more control than he thought he had, Lorcan stood up and did not look at Elide, “I can’t.” 

In the corner of his eye, he saw her prop her hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side in a condescending way, “Why not?” 

Lorcan almost told her to fuck off and mind her own business, but he’d promised Rowan and Fenrys that he would do his best to be civil. In a terse tone, he bit out, “Hair is sacred. I have to have the right intentions when I touch it and I’m pissed right now, so.” 

“Why are you pissed?” Any condescension seemed to have left her stance, replaced with intrigue. That probably had more to do with a desired elaboration of what his hair meant to him - not that Lorcan had any inclination to do so - than his being pissed.

He snapped, “Do you always ask this many questions?” 

Elide rolled her eyes, somehow looking down her pert nose at him despite the fact he towered over her by almost half a metre, “I was just wondering.” 

“Well,” he narrowed his eyes, giving her a mocking smile, “don’t.” Lorcan sipped from his water bottle, watching her carefully as Elide moved around him. He tensed when she walked behind him. 

Elide noticed, her face somewhat falling. “I’m not going to touch your hair, Lorcan,” she said quietly. “I would never do that.” 

Lorcan was speechless. He slowly put the bottle down, trying to find the words. Elide frowned, looking down at the floor. She picked at her nails, frowning harder at the ring on her finger. Without a thought, Lorcan quipped as he stood, “Having second thoughts, sweetheart?” 

Like always, she snapped her head up, “No, I am not. And I am not your sweetheart.” 

“Mmm, I see that you enjoy the possessiveness, but I didn’t say my sweetheart… sweetheart,” he said, with a wink and somewhat filthy grin. “Have a fun workout, Elide.” Lorcan picked up his t-shirt before sliding past her to the treadmill to cool down. 

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Elide fumed as she pulled herself up on the bar and slowly lowered herself. She glared into the mirror at Lorcan, who was jogging on a treadmill. 

She finished her pull-ups and dropped down, landing lightly on her feet. About to move to her next rep, Elide looked over her shoulder to find the door swinging shut behind Lorcan. 

Something like anger, anger she’d never known, sparked in her chest and Elide chased after him, slamming the door open, “Hey!” 

Lorcan glanced behind at her, a brow arched, “What?” He didn’t stop walking, his long legs eating up distance faster than hers ever could. Elide sped up, her pace faltering when her ankle smarted. 

She didn’t notice how he slowed slightly, a concerned gaze zoning in on her leg. Soon enough, Elide had caught up to him, “I don’t get what your fucking problem is. What did I ever do to you that was so bad that you felt the need to tell the whole world that I was unfit for what I was born to do?” 

Lorcan stopped walking and looked down at her with a blank expression. 

Elide seethed, hissing, “I know you think I’m some joke, Salvaterre. Did you and your horrid aunt sit around with that horrid lordling to plan that dance? Wh-what, you came to save me like you were a fucking hero only to humiliate me?”

“We danced for a minute, Elide,” he said drily, “not exactly what I would plan, if I had planned it.” Her heart cracked a bit in her chest, to hear him be so dismissive about it. Despite herself, despite everything that had happened, it meant something to her. It meant so damned much to her.

She frowned, shrugging her shoulder, “It was more than a minute.” 

Amusement stole across his breathtaking face. His perfectly shaped lips curled into a crooked smile, “Well, maybe a minute and a half.” 

“Fine, it was a minute and a half, but you lied.” 

He tilted his head to the side, “And how did I do that?” 

Elide crossed her arms over her chest, “You didn’t tell me who you were and that you were trying to steal my title.” 

Lorcan rolled his eyes, “Oh, forgive me, your royal Grace, I guess I forgot that it’s customary to show a girl your entire family tree before dancing with her.” 

She gasped, “Oh, you- I’m going to kill you.” They heard voices down the hall and Elide grabbed his arm, dragging him with her into a cozy broom closet. She flipped the light on, glaring up at him, “The lie dance is not the point, Lorcan. It’s–” 

“What is the point then,” he asked, flicking the light off. 

Elide sent him a withering glower before she turned it back on, “The point is that I’m onto you. I know what you’re trying to do.” 

Lorcan raised his brows in a fake impressed look, “Oh, really?” 

“Yes,” she hissed. “Do you not think I saw you last night, talking to Fenrys?” 

Elide couldn’t discern what flashed over his face before he schooled it into a visage of cool neutrality, “I was already on the balcony. Your fiancé came to talk to me, so…” 

“That is irrelevant. I beat your little game and you’re trying to cheat at it. I’m going to marry Fenrys, Lorcan, why does that annoy you so much?” 

“You don’t know a fucking thing about him. He has his own life, you know. Fen doesn’t magically exist to fix your problems,” Lorcan snapped, a different type of indignation flaring in his gaze. Elide played it off as jealousy and the bitterness of defeat now that there was nothing in her way. 

“Problems,” she laughed coldly, stepping in as close as she could and stabbing her sharp nail into his chest, “that you created, Lorcan. You think I’m any happier with uprooting his life?” 

He shrugged, his face settled into cold disdain.

Elide laughed again, the sound hollow. She opened her mouth, about to rip into him when someone opened the door. She tried to jump back, but in the enclosed space, there was nowhere to go. 

The poor maid gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers. They snapped between Lorcan and Elide and she stammered, “O-oh my g-go-ds, I-I’m, I am so sorry, ma’am.” 

Elide tried to argue, but the girl closed the door, ignoring her protests. She rounded on Lorcan, her gaze like a live wire. “You–”

Lorcan reached for the door handle, turning it and pushing the door open, “You should really learn more about your fiancé.” 

Without another word, he stalked away, leaving Elide stunned in the broom closet. 

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Channeling all her anger into her arm, Elide threw the stick and watched it as it sailed through the air. Bear barked once, quickly tearing after it into the woods. 

Someone whistled from behind her. Elide whirled, relaxing slightly when she saw that it was only Fenrys. “Damn, Lochan, you’ve been holding out on me. Who knew you could throw like that?” 

“Thanks,” she said shortly, turning back to keep an eye on Bear. “What are you doing out here.” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” Fenrys commented, sidling up to stand next to her. It was late and dark, but with the lights of the palace, Elide could see that he had already gotten prepared for bed. The hood of his Doranelle University hoodie was pulled over his head, but the shine of the silk durag he wore to protect his waves peeked through. “Lorcan told me he saw you out here.” 

Elide scowled, not answering as Bear bounded back and dropped the stick. Her heavy tail wagged enthusiastically as she sat and waited patiently. Fenrys picked up the stick before Elide could and tossed it, smiling at the way Bear eagerly chased after it. “So, what’d Lorcan do this time?” 

She groaned, letting out a slight scream of frustration, “I hate him so much. He- I- I can’t even articulate how much he bothers me. Like, today, for instance,” Elide didn’t notice Fenrys’ cheeky grin as she launched into her tirade, “I went to the gym and he’s just there, being pissed for no good reason and acting like I would- would hurt him in some way!” 

He tilted his head to the side, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshorts, “How did you get that?” 

Elide rolled her eyes, “His stup- his braid was coming undone and he kept blowing away the hair and so I asked him why he didn’t just redo it and he-” she breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly to collect herself, he supposed. “He told me that he couldn’t redo his braid without good intentions and since he was angry, he wouldn’t do it. I mean,” she scoffed, “what does he have to be angry about? If anything, I should be the pissed off person in this scenario. And I am!”

His friend began to pace back and forth, not noticing how Bear trotted back to drop the stick down in front of Fenrys. “Then he tells me that me uprooting your life is somehow my problem when he’s the thief. Throne thief.” Elide threw her hands up, “And, like, he’s acting like he knows you and you guys are friends…” she trailed off, the words dying in her throat when Fenrys looked away and pushed his hood down. 

He ran his hand over his wave cap, blowing out slowly. 

“You guys are friends.” Elide drew back, wrapping her arms around herself. “Well, ok, um… I think I need a minute–” 

“El, it’s really not like that. He didn’t know until I got here and- and we haven’t seen each other in years,” Fenrys protested. “We went to the same boarding school and we roomed together with my brother and Rowan and his cousin Vaughan. I’m not helping him with any of it, I would never do that.” 

Elide looked at him distrustfully, staring directly into his eyes. Fenrys fought the impulse to avoid her piercing gaze. After a few moments, Elide sighed, her shoulders slumping inwards, “Of course, I’m- I’m sorry, Fen. He just drives me fucking crazy.”

Fenrys raised a lightened brow, giving her a slow smile. Elide glanced at him momentarily, distracted by Bear, who was barreling at full force towards the pair. She looked back at him in shock and horror, “Oh my gods, no, Fen! I am not into Lorcan.” She hissed his name with a visceral disgust. 

He picked up the stick before she could and hurled it away, laughing as he ran after the dog, “I didn’t say anything!” 

Elide exclaimed in rage, flipping him off when he looked over his shoulder, “Yeah, you better fucking run, Marama!”

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an: hey ! lorcan is indigenous in this story, specifically lakota, and his hair holds a lot of meaning ! here are some super cool links for you to educate yourself further on the significance of hair in lakota culture because i am the furthest thing from an expert! 

https://sistersky.com/blogs/sister-sky/the-significance-of-hair-in-native-american-culture

http://keepersoftheword.org/traditions/native-americans-long-hair/

https://www.psychologytoday.com/ca/blog/understanding-grief/201710/death-and-bereavement-among-the-lakota

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(AU) We were both young... Chapter 1

Pairing: Loki x Reader x Dark!Thor

Warnings for the chapter: 

Warnings for the series: (Not all of it is certain!!!) Angst, fluff, blood, violence, smut, hurt/comfort, Non- Con.

Notes from the author: It will probably be very dramatic and dark that much I can tell. I also never really sat down and took on such a big project but here we are I guess. There may be smut but I’m not sure yet since I normally don’t write it we’ll see how it goes once we reach that part. I tried to be as non-specific as possible - Skin tone, height, weight, etc. If you see something that isn’t inclusive please reach out to me so I can change it! Hope you enjoy my little project.

Summary: You were promised to Thor Odinson firstborn and the next king of Asgard, which made it impossible to not meet his brother Loki Odinson. He seemed to handle you differently from how he should've right from the beginning on. The Royal family had a lot of secrets and things hidden from everyone, including you, especially you.

Word count: 2400

A pleasant tune was playing and with your ear pressed tightly against his chest, you could hear a soft heartbeat. It calmed you down as you slowly danced away. The faint smell of cinnamon and rainy days was either on him or his elegant dark green jacket. You took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent. It felt like a dream. You felt how his chest vibrated as his voice reached through to you. "Are you enjoying yourself, dear?" You had always loved his voice, slivery and gentle yet demanding and sharp if he wanted it to be. "Very much so." You almost whispered back, fully absorbed in the moment, wishing it would never end but it did.

You sat at the window, an old book filled with honey dripping poetry in both your hands. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you looked up, observing the raindrops and how they softly hit the window, making those beautiful sounds. It wouldn't be long until this wasn't your home anymore and you would move into the golden palace, surrounded by guards and other royalty. Every other young woman would be incredibly thankful and overjoyed just by the thought of marrying the firstborn Odinson but not you, never could you be part of the king's family. Intrigues and rumors, secrets and betrayal, everything you hated about the upper families and soon you would be part of it all. A knock on your door let you snap back to reality, you didn't even have the time to answer as your father was almost standing in front of you already. "My little (Y/N), I hope you are well today and ready to depart?" His deep voice made you shiver, of course, he wasn't here to check if you were alright but to see if the gown and the makeup on your face were fitting for tonight's occasion. "Yes, father. The maids already prettied me up." A bit of sass could be heard behind your words but not quite enough, so your father had nothing something to hold against you. 

He shook his head, grumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out. "I wish you to behave tonight. We don't want to make a fool out of ourselves in front of the royal family... right?" He raised a brow, his arms crossed in front of him. A dark chuckle left you, if only you could embarrass the family enough so you wouldn't have to do all this crap but that was impossible. "Of course not father, I will be on my best behavior." and with that, you closed the book.

A carriage was already waiting for you and your father. It seemed like he would let your mother stay in the small castle to handle the little land which the family owned. The golden frame almost sparkled in the light of the undergoing sun, six strong white horses were pulling the heavy wagon. The Royal family wanted to impress their guests as it seemed. The heavy dress swayed around your ankles as you entered it, dark grey tulle, and only the best materials were used to make it. The ride was quiet, only the horses and the splashing of puddles were to be heard. A look out of the window and it seemed as if the storm only grew in power, lighting, and thunder raged over the sky as soon as the sun had vanished from the eyes of everyone, the cold night had finally arrived.

The palace was shining in all it's golden glory, seen hundreds of meters away from it already. A loud sigh left your trembling body. Was it fear? Anger? You couldn't tell anymore. The shouting of servants presenting the arriving guests could be heard and as soon as the carriage stopped, your family name was announced too. You could feel your heart pounding against your rips, legs weak, all seemed so overwhelming. The door opened and you could see other guests walking up the Palace stairs, servants everywhere, other carriages, and a hand ready to assist you. Now there was no running away anymore.

You took the gloved hand and set one foot after another, exiting the carriage and stepping onto the beautiful stone floor, inhaling the scent of the rain and the night. Your father followed after, his steps were heavy and you could hear him right behind you. "Lady (Y/L/N)! It seems as if you forgot your mask." The servant who just helped you out of the carriage informed you and looking around you realized that indeed everyone was wearing one, even your father put one on at the moment. "I am terribly sorry! I wasn't informed that this would be necessary" You tried to explain yourself and the man in front of you gave you a kind smile. "Do not worry" He turned and talked to a group of women dressed in the same attire, maids supposedly. They nodded and rushed away once the servant turned back to you. "A mask will be handed to you at the entrance, have a nice evening my Lady." He bowed down and you let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you very much" Who knows what father would have done to you if you were the only one without a mask, standing out like that. Your feet carried you in the direction of the tall doors which lead into the palace, royalty from far has also come to visit as it seemed and right next to the doors you saw one of the maidens with a smile on her lips. "We were informed that you might need this my Lady" She bowed down a little and handed you a black mask that would cover the upper half of your face, silver and many little gems decorated it, truly beautiful. You put it on immediately, it was finished with a soft fabric on the inside so it wouldn't disturb you. With a nod and a smile, you proceeded to enter your golden palace.

The tables were decked with the finest foods, guests already dancing to such lovely music, and young ladies in the corners of the ballroom were giggling about the handsome new gentlemen. 

Your father grabbed you firmly by the arm. "Now go and search for your prince. I want you to lure him in perfectly just how we taught you" Your stomach turned at those words, your family did indeed show you how to win the hearts of men and the attention of others, manners and manipulation were now your weapons. "I will do my best father." With that, you freed your arm out of his grip and made your way deeper into the halls, finally out of reach from him. Maybe you could sneak out later on? Get some fresh air and some freedom before every minute of your life becomes a nightmare, you shook your head, that thinking wouldn't get you anywhere not today or in the future.

A light tap on your shoulder brought you back to the ballroom and you turned around to find a tall dark-haired man in front of you. "You seem lost my little dove" His voice was like medicine to your soul but you couldn't make out who it was. His mask covered almost his complete face, nothing but his lips and the piercing green eyes were to be seen. "Oh I am certainly not but it is very kind of you to be so concerned about me, may I ask who I'm talking to?" You put on a sweet smile and let the honey slip into your voice. A dark chuckle vibrated from his chest. "My My you don't seem to be from around here as it seems." He took a step towards you and you felt how a shiver went down your spine. "Let's just enjoy ourselves, no need for names." He said offering you his hand and with every cell of your body you knew that it was wrong to take said hand but you couldn't fight the urge to know more about him, he sparked an interest deep within you. "Only one dance, sadly I have other plans for the evening." You placed your hand in his and immediately he pulled you closer. "That's too bad, you seem like a great company and so familiar too." He snaked one arm around your waist as you placed your hand onto his shoulder. "Well, I am certain we have never met, I would remember you for sure." The next song played and you could feel how he lead you both perfectly along with the rhythm, he was a marvelous dancer as it seemed. "Oh, I'm sure you would." He answered with a grin as he spun you around. "Do you know the King's family?" You still had to find Your prince or father would make sure your head was not on your shoulders anymore once you arrived back home. "Yes, I do so, very well even. On the hunt for the princes My Lady?" His grin just grew and he pulled you closer to his chest. "On the hunt for one at least, I want to learn more about him." A rush of heat reached your cheeks, dancing with your teacher at home was one thing but with a charming stranger was another. "Maybe I can help you then? Which one of the princes were you looking for?" You seriously had to think for a moment, it seemed as if you were losing your mind. "The firstborn, Thor Odinson." The grin on his face vanished in the blink of an eye and his body tensed up a bit. "Are you sure that he is the one you were searching for?" His voice was sharper than before and the look in his eyes became dark. "Very much so" You sighed and continued. "I am promised to him already, so even if I wanted things to be different it wouldn't matter." You felt how your heart became heavy and the lump in your throat grew until it was getting hard to swallow. He simply said; "I see." The song slowly came to an end.

"You might have found him" He stopped in his tracks, letting go as he looked over you. "I see you're already making yourself familiar with my brother?" The whole atmosphere changed as the two men stared at each other "I heard that you were on the search for me."

So this was your future husband? Long blonde hair, blue eyes, looked like he came straight out of a fairytale but if that was Thor then that must've meant that you were dancing with... "Loki Odinson?!" You turned to him and he chuckled quietly. "The one and only" He raised his mask a little so you could see his face. "Already trying to trouble my future wife?" Thor made a step forward and laid a hand on your shoulder, it didn't feel right. "I would never do such a thing, I was simply chatting with her about how nice the evening is." A dangerous grin came over him and he stepped back from you and Thor. "My apologies to both of you, I didn't want to cause any problems." You showed your respect with a small curtsy and you felt how the tall blonde softly squeezed your shoulder. "Do not worry Lady (Y/L/N) everything is alright." Thor gave you a small smile, his brother however tensed up as soon as your name fell "Lady (Y/L/N)? As in (Y/F/N)?" You nodded. "How do you know me already?" 

One swift motion from him and the mask on your face was gone, you yelped in surprise and took a step back, only to bump against the older brother. "Loki! Have you finally lost your mind!?" Thor called out and pulled you closer to him.

"What is it with you!?" Loki almost screamed at you "How can you be so ignorant?" His hands were balled into fists, he seemed angry but the look on his face was different, almost like he was... hurt? " I - I'm sorry I don't know what you mean." You hastily said but he was already storming off, pushing away other guests and making his way deeper into the palace, leaving you perplexed and a bit scared.

"Do not listen to him" You heard Thor's deep voice behind you, trying to comfort you as it seemed. "He was never the one for friendliness" You were still looking in the direction in which he basically fled. "If you say so." You lost yourself in a sea of thoughts the waves of questions coming over you one by one. How did he know you? Why would he be so angry and why didn't you remember him?

“Will you allow me the next dance with you, My Lady?” Thor’s voice let you come back to reality and you turned around to face him properly, now back to the original evening plan of being a sweet little girl for your prince. “Of course My prince.” You answered with a setup smile and a curtsy. “Please no need for such formalities.” He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, he was in his armor which didn’t give you much warmth, he was also way more muscular than Loki, his movements weren't as elegant. The list inside your head was going on and on.

Both of you danced together for a few more songs but your mind was somewhere else, everything that happened today was so strange and surreal you would've expected so many things but not what really occurred. It got late and the first guests were leaving already, trying to get out before everyone else would want to do so too. "It was such a pleasure to meet you." You said with a sweet smile. "I do hope we meet each other again before the wedding and everything." Thor returned the smile and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "I do hope so too My Lady and again apologies for my brother." Right, you almost forgot about that part of the evening. "It's alright, siblings can be difficult, I guess?"

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He nodded and you removed yourself from the conversation with a quick goodbye. Now you only had to find your father to finally leave this damn palace.

Chapter 2

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Long Live the King

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (rough sex).

This is dark!Thranduil and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The king shows you who is in charge.

Note: It’s been over a year since I wrote Tolkien so I decided that to kinda take the pressure off I would try it again and return to my roots. This is my first (official) dark!Thranduil fic and it just flowed so I’m hoping you all enjoy it. As usual, pay attention to the warnings! Thank you. Love you guys!

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You always enjoyed the banquets in Mirkwood. Not because of the dancing or the food; as a servant, you did not indulge in the like. You preferred them because they made the nights pass quicker. They weren’t so tedious as sweeping the corridors or making beds. 

The music, the cheer, the sense of carelessness released you and your fellow servants from the bonds of propriety. Any slip in your manners or oversight in your work was barely noticed by the drunken and distracted lords and ladies. Little messes could be attended to later and so long as you kept the wine flowing, remonstrance was lost to the bottles.

You stood in the corner with Ilane as you watched the elves in their swaths of silk and satin. Their voices were abuzz throughout the hall as they stepped and spun in time with the music; or tried to. Many were clumsy from imbibing; others careless in their raucousness. You cradled an ewer against your stomach as you awaited a signal and watched the guests cavort.

“Oh, Eru, would you look at the prince?” Siena remarked as she neared with a pair of empty steins. She swept around to gaze out across the hall. “Isn’t he so… handsome?”

“Yes indeed,” Ilane agreed as she smiled at the pale prince. Legolas was himself entranced with a scarlet-haired partner. “Isn’t he?”

Ilane elbowed you and you shook yourself from your trance. You blinked and cleared your throat. You shrugged and glanced over to the younger royal once more. 

“I suppose…” You said. “I would be amiss and dishonest to disagree. The prince is rather fetching.”

The girls giggled and you looked from one to the other. Your smile died on your lips and you never joined their mirth. You felt the shadow behind you and turned to step away from the mouth of the passageway that opened to the labyrinthine corridors. Ilane and Siena followed your gaze and mimicked you as you carefully curtsied with the ewer balanced against you.

“Your majesty,” You greeted the king. “Pardon us, we do stand in your way.”

“You do,” He agreed as you backed up against the wall to let him pass. “And you do tarry in your duties.”

Thranduil’s silver eyes flashed and the others bowed their heads and mumbled apologies. You echoed them more firmly as the king narrowed his sights on you. His eyes fell to the wine in your hands and he flicked to fingers towards the hall.

“My goblet is empty,” He declared. “You shall fill it.”

“Your majesty,” You ceded and lowered your head. 

He finally stepped past you and the other girls sent you a look. The king was known for his temper and his ill-founded grudges in the slightest of offences, even in none at all. You followed him dutifully as he strode up the stairs of the platform to the high table. He reached across and turned back to you with his grand silver goblet. The sapphires shone in the lantern light as you poured.

You bent again and slowly backed away. He sipped as you neared the end of the table. 

“Wait,” He called to you. “Stay. I shall require more as the night wears on me.”

“I shall be around, your majesty, I must attend to other guests.” You replied.

“You must attend to me,” He argued. “Your little friends can see to the rest of my guests.”

“As you wish,” You recited.

“Surely, as I wish,” He assured you and he swept away from you. He marched along to the end and around the other side of the table. “Up here,” He pointed behind his chair as he pulled it out from the table. “No use standing down there like a statue.”

You followed his path and stopped just behind him. You stood at his shoulder with the half-spent pitcher. His long fingers tapped along the side of his goblet between swigs and he looked out across the dance floor. He never joined in, not since his wife’s demise. That was long ago but the scars still marked the kingdom. And him.

He drained the last mouthful and held up his goblet for you to refill it. You did so diligently and he drank without pause. His thumb ran over a teardrop sapphire as he admired the cup.

“My son is rather… princely, isn’t he?” He mused. “The very essence of the elvish heir…”

“Surely, your majesty.” You agreed. “He does take after you.”

He scoffed and took another gulp. “Do not tell me as you think I want you to. Speak as you think…” He swirled the wine, “You think him handsome… fetching?”

“He is not unsightly,” You returned.

“I shall not ask for your honesty again,” He sneered. “As a king, I ask for nothing.”

“I do think he is handsome, your majesty, but I see not how the opinion of a maid should matter.” You said.

“Oh, it matters not,” He tilted his head and you saw the hint of a smirk. “You must have fancies that it could. You and your little pigeons titter so and dream of it, hmmm? That any lord could see a sliver of worth in you.”

You were silent. You’d heard of his malice but never were so unfortunate to be at the mercy of it. You stared ahead and he took another drink.

“More wine, your majesty?” You gestured with the ewer.

“Very well,” He said but withheld his cup. “I tire of the white. I wish for red.” He twirled the goblet, “Fetch it, will you?”

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Your night was spent as such; filling Thranduil’s cup until he was yawning and so uncouth that you could barely withhold your own tongue. He stood and clapped his hands to signal the feast’s end. You noticed the waver in his stance. He’d finished more than an ewer on his own. Even he could not resist the vimor of Elvish wine.

He leaned on his chair as he watched his guests disperse in pairs and trios, chattering even as they yawned and longed for a pillow. You were silent as you backed into the shadows and he turned. His lashes flicked as he saw you, as if recalling your presence, and his lips curled slightly.

“Shall I fetch your footman, your majesty?” You asked.

“You…” He raised his finger at you, “Shall await my orders.” He declared. “You… can be my footman for the night.” His hand fell on your shoulder and he shoved you. “Come on.”

You swallowed and led him along the table. You were unsure what to say though you could not disobey his command. As you reached the end, he stopped you, his hand on your shoulder again. You turned slightly and he grabbed the handle of the ewer. He ripped it away and slammed it on the table.

“Go on,” He waved past you. “You should know where my chamber lies.”

As any servant, you did. You continued down the stairs as he traipsed behind you. He was like your shadow as he loomed closer and closer. His usual graceful stride was uneven as you wove along the bridges and twisted walkways.

When you came upon his doors, he reached over your shoulder and held out a single golden key on a blue ribbon. You took it without further prompting. You were swift to unlock the door and open it for him. He entered lithely and his fingers worked at unbuttoning his robe. You stayed by the door, clinging to the handle.

“Close it,” He demanded. “You will help me retire for the night.”

Your chest rattled but you closed the door. He faced you as you neared him and his hands took yours. He lifted them to the front of his robe. “You may hang it by the door,” He smirked. “My boots are to be placed beside the wardrobe.”

You finished loosing the rest of the buttons and he dropped the robe from his shoulders. You pulled it free from his arms and his silver eyes followed your every move. You hung it as he bid and returned to him as he sat heavily on the bed. He splayed his feet out and you knelt to unlace them. He leaned back on his hands, still focused upon your work.

You slipped the boots from his feet and tucked the laces in. You looked up but took pause at the bulge in his lap. You blinked and quickly stood. You went to the wardrobe and placed the boots on the rack beside it. You returned to him as he sat forward. He caught your hand again and tugged you close.

He led your hand to his crotch and pressed it to the hardness within his trousers. You blanched and tried to pull away. He held you there and snickered.

“You think that’s for you?” He spat. “Oh, dear, you think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“No, your majesty,” You stilled and looked him in the eye. “I know not what you mean. Shall I continue in readying you for bed?”

His lip curled and he pushed away your hand.

“Go on,” His nostrils flared. “I can finish on my own. I needn’t a wench to help me.”

You bowed and gave a measured ‘your majesty’. He let out a dark breath and you backed away to the door. You reached behind you and let yourself out. His fingers gripped the waist of his trousers as you pulled the door closed behind you. You were quick to flit away the moment the wood met the frame.

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You weren’t the first servant to be humiliated by the king. You’d heard tales of his rants and ravings so it was no surprise when he quickly forgot about you. It was truly a relief. You were just another in a line of those he felt to be ungrateful and impertinent. He had undoubtedly found another in the week since to turn his wrath upon.

Your life was as it was. There was no sudden ejection or demotion, as you feared. You swept, mopped, wiped the walls, polished the silver, tidied chambers. Your duties were as banal as before. 

Well, Thranduil’s words had proven true. A maid mattered little to those above her.

That day, the king had held a dinner for his son and his favoured nobles. A close affair in a dining room close to the feast hall. These meals weren’t unusual. Some offhand celebration of a council declaration or diplomatic victory. You were among several who were to tidy up after them.

Ilane and Siena gathered the empty dishes and Tonia took the dirtied tablecloth to the laundries. You were left to wipe the table and sweep the floor. Simple enough. You took a cloth and set to cleaning the long trestle. You neared the door as you came around the end and bent over the wood to reach as far as you could. The hinges whispered behind you unexpectedly but you assumed one of the girls had returned for something they’d overlooked.

“Forgive me,” The prince’s voice had you straight as a stalk and you turned to greet him with a bow. You realized how vulgar you must’ve looked with your rear in the air. “I believe I did leave my ring behind.”

“Your highness,” You bent your knee and balled the cloth in your hand. “I haven’t seen it but I might help you look to see if it has fallen.”

“Very well,” He smiled kindly. He was much nicer than his father and you had to agree with Siena; he was very handsome.

He neared the table and you mirrored him on the other side. You pushed between the chair and the table and got down to search the floor. He did the same and you saw the pale amethyst upon the band of white gold. You reached for it as he did too and his hand closed around yours. You flinched and tried to pull away.

“Apologies, your highness,” You gasped.

His grip lingered but he let your hand slip from his. He took the ring and held it up between you. He was awfully close as he looked over at you. 

“Quick eye,” He praised. “No need to apologize.” He turned the ring in his fingers as you began to back out. “Wait,” He beamed at you as you paused. “Do you like it?”

“What?” You blinked.

“The ring? Do you like it?” He asked again.

“I think it is very fine, your highness.” You said.

“Well, I should agree but I think it would look finer…” He held it out. “On you.”

Your eyes rounded and you kept from laughing aloud. “Your highness, with all respect, you should keep it. It is yours.”

“I have many. I should want such a… fetching lady as yourself to have it.” He looked at the ring and stretched his arm towards you. “Won’t you honour me by wearing it?”

“I… cannot,” You felt your cheeks burn. “Really, it’s… rather foolish, your highness. I’m a maid and…”

“A pretty maid,” He said. “A pretty maid I would have wear my ring…” He came forward on his knees, his neck bent beneath the table, and took your hand. He turned it palm up and pressed the ring to it. “And nothing else.” He winked.

You pulled away in shock. The ring bobbled from your hand and fell back to the wood. “Your highness, I…”

He began to laugh. You gaped at him and he picked up the ring. He looked up at you with a grin as his guffaws died. 

“You really think I would have any interest in you?” He chided. “Oh, you maids are so easy.”

Your brow wrinkled in disgust. You hung your head as you sat back on your heels and folded your hands over your skirt. You wanted to cry at his tone; his repulsion, his mockery. He tucked the ring in his pocket and sighed.

“To think…” His voice was deeper and you slowly looked up. His hair paled just a little as his brows grew thicker and his features sharpened. Thranduil smirked back at you. “A prince and a maid.”

“Your highness.” You reeled and balled your skirts in your fists. “I--”

“A prince…” He scoffed. “Let me show you what makes a king.”

You yelped as he grabbed your wrist and wrenched you forward. “Ow, let go!”

“Are you telling your king what to do?” He asked as he released you and his hand flew up to your throat. He drew you closer so your noses were almost touching. “You and your trite little tongue.”

“St-o-op,” You gulped out as you grabbed his wrist. “Why--”

“A king cannot stand for such insolence,” He squeezed and forced you down onto your back. You kicked as you clawed at him. “Do you think I forgot, my pigeon?”

“I did not-- You’re-- I can’t breathe,” You gasped as you tried to pry his fingers away.

“All the better for I tire of your words,” He climbed over you and pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the floor. “I tire of your arrogance. You must…” He leaned in, his breath hot on your cheek, “Recall your place. Recall mine.” His grip tightened. “Recall who is king.”

“Please,” You rasped as you pushed against his chest. “Pl--”

He silenced you with his lips. It was as if he meant to devour you. His kiss was rough, hungry, and sour with wine. He rolled his hips and you felt the same hardness in his trousers. His fingers loosened and slipped down between you. He spread his hand over your bodice and cupped your tit. He pulled back and the tip of his nose tickled yours.

“I can be the prince,” He taunted. “But you’ll be begging for me by the time we’re done.”

You shook your head as his appearance flickered. It was Legolas over you for a split second before the king appeared once more. He leaned in again, this time his lips were on your throat as you writhed beneath him. He sank his teeth into your neck and you cried out. He only bit harder as he delighted in your pain.

His other hand snaked between you and he lifted his pelvis as he tugged up your skirts. You continued to kick as he forced his knee between your legs and inched the fabric above it. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you pushed on his shoulders desperately. His fingers hooked under your bodice and a loud tear added to the tempo.

You whined as you felt his fingers along your knee and shuddered as he tickled your thigh.

“Your majesty, what are you-- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t--”

His hand shot up from your chest and he covered your mouth. “Shhhh,” He pulled back again. “You must learn to obey.” He growled. “It is what got you into this mess, my pigeon.”

You trembled as he rescinded his hand and lifted himself on his knees, your left leg between his as he held you in place. He parted your torn bodice and his pupils grew as he groped you. He held your tits and flicked your nipples with his thumb. You were ashamed as you body twitched in response and your nipples hardened.

He bent over you again, this time he buried his face in your chest as he held himself up on an elbow. He nibbled along your tits and stopped to take a nipple in his mouth and suck. You let out a long breath as he pushed both his legs between yours and forced them apart. He pushed your skirts up to your waist and the cool air sent a shiver through you.

His fingers brushed along your thigh and traced your vee. You closed your eyes and turned your head away. You bit your lip as the flutter within sickened you. Why did you feel this way? You grabbed his shoulders and tried to move him; he easily ignored you. Your nails sank into the brocade as he dragged his finger between your folds. You squeaked.

“That’s it,” He lifted his head from your chest. “You see what a king can do…”

He pressed another finger to your clit and rubbed slowly. You kept your eyes on the table above as you squirmed. You didn’t want to like it. He began to circle your bud and your thighs tensed against his. He pushed your legs even wider and slowly drew his hand away. You swallowed through your dry throat as you felt him fumbling around.

You felt another pressure along your clit. You inhaled through clenched teeth as he rubbed his tip along your folds. He spread your arousal over your clit and you tried to wiggle away from him. He slid his arm beneath yours and his fingers clung to your shoulder as he held you still.

“Look at me,” He ordered as he guided his cock along your entrance. “Look at your king!”

Your eyes snapped to his and your lips formed an o as he pushed inside of you. You dug your nails into his shoulders and sobbed as he impaled you entirely. You slapped at his chest and tried to shove him off of you. He began to thrust as he lowered his weight onto you and trapped your arms beneath him.

“Your majesty,” You quavered, “Please…”

“Say it again.” He said as he continued to rock his hips. “Say it.” 

“Your majesty,” You gritted.

“Again.” He commanded.

You repeated yourself and he sped up. His pelvis rubbed against your clit with each thrust. He pushed his other arm beneath your shoulder and grasped your head between his large hands. He gaze down at you as he fucked you harder and harder, delighting in the pain as it contorted your face.

“I am still the king,” He growled as he jerked into you. “Still your king.”

You nodded and your eyes rolled back as the sparks began to swirl around your core. You bent your legs and arched your feet as you felt the sudden rise. Your orgasm erupted from you in a series of agonized moans. You shook beneath him as you came and your tortured ecstasy only seemed to encourage him.

He pushed himself up and grabbed onto your hips as he hunched beneath the shelter of the table. He rammed into you over and over as he jerked your body over the floor. His grunts mingled with your pathetic whimpers. You were sore and throbbing as he pounded into you without relent, his fervour building with each thrust.

He sank into you with a spasm and came. He swore as his grip tightened on your hips and he bucked as he emptied himself in you. You covered your face as you felt his pleasure seeping into you and his shaky breaths enshrined you beneath the table.

He was slow, reluctant even, to pull out of you. His cum dripped out of you and onto the wood as your hands fell from your face. You looked down weakly as he tucked his cock away and laced up his trousers. He chest rose and fell as he smooth out the front of his robe.

“You should clean up this mess,” He dragged his finger along your slick thigh before he slowly back out from under the table. “I shall call on you when I require your duties, ” His boots strode to the door and he paused, “And you will fly to me, won’t you, my pigeon?”

[oh-sweet-mama]

𝐑𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞

T.W: !!TROS spoilers!! !!long!!, Sex, swearing, slight angst, I created a new term to fit into the story.

Y/n 

"Help! Get medics!" Rey stumbled out of the falcon. People ran. They screamed. Voices collided together in the air. I needed a glimpse. Just a mere few seconds. His face- the memory was fuzzy.

My Ben was home. My heart throbbed. I remembered how he left me. He became Kylo Ren, the Jedi killer. Yet here he was, with a Jedi. Surrounded by Jedis. Rey, Finn, and Poe carried him out on a stretcher.

A tear slipped from my eye.

"Take care of my son." Admiral Leia begged.

"I will- I will I promise." I sob, holding her hand. Tears flowed down my face. It felt like my mother was dying before me. My body shook. Tremered with pain and loss.

There I saw him, clutching his side as he lay on the stretcher. His tunic was torn, and his was face beat up. Rey ran by his side, yelling incoherent things to him, holding his face.

I felt a twinge of jealousy. Storming off to my ship I board it. Punching a wall, leaving a dent, and knocking down several plants. Scattering dirt across the floor.

"You ok y/n?" Sallow asked. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I nodded silently. Plopping down on a couch to try to choke down my tears. "What's wrong Y/n/n?"

I shook my head. Smashing my fist down on the table. Accidentally breaking a chunk off.

"Now now! Watch the ship! I have to fly this thing!" Sallow tries to calm me down. I laugh.

"Thanks Sallow." I say wiping my tears.

Beep! Boop! Trill!

"Hey SB-3." I pat the small robots head. The droid climbs up my arm, gently nuzzling my head. (BD-1 anyone??).

"Master Y/l/n your presence is requested on the bridge."

"See you later Sallow" I say getting up. Fist bumping the captain.

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"Come young Padawan, new experience to show you." The boy nodded.

Swiping on the small electronic pad, I read the letter Admiral Leia had left me. I kept my tears at bay the best I could.

Waking briskly down the halls, my Padawan at my side, I took long strides hoping to arrive quickly.

"Where are we going Master Y/l/n?" The teenage boy asked.

"Admiral Leia asked us to escort her son, Master Rey, admiral Poe, and General Finn around camp, ensuring their safety, as they settle into the base, before she-" I bit my lip at the end of my sentence (She sounds like a female Obi-Wan).

We turned a corner, walking into a smaller control room.

We both bowed, bending at the waist. Showing upmost respect for the 'upperclassmen'.

I looked up. Seeing Ben and Rey both sitting together on a couch. Finn and Poe were talking to each other around a map table.

"Good to see you master Y/l/n," Poe bowed, "now would you like to review the map of the new base?"

"Yes of course Admiral, please call me y/n, no need for such tittles." I chucked. We stood around a blue glowing hologram. Showing all of the terrain, structures, and mechanics.

I felt a lingering stare. Unsure of who it was.

Suddenly my padawan leaned into my ear. "Obi-Wan Kenobi is at fault for the rise of Darth Vader." He whispered.

I whirled around. Within seconds the padawans head hit the floor. Sparks popped. Wires and bolts hit the floor.

The force shriveled his lightsaber, biding to my anger. Crushing the Kyber crystal into dust.

I turned back around, putting my lightsaber back on to my belt. The blood stained the edges of my robes.

Silence echoed around the room.

"Another one." I state nonchalantly pain cracking in my voice. Poe looked disheartened. He had taken a liking to Padawan Joshuk.

"Why- why did you kill him?" Ben choked out.

"He was apart of a rising evil in the galaxy. They're robots- or part of one. The first order kidnaps a child, implant prosthetics into them, then sends them out to kill. They are next to try to wipe the galaxy of all force sensitive people, users, and- me." I say.

I was frustrated and annoyed. My heart was being crushed by every passing second.

Ben doesn't remember me, since he is blinded by his love for Rey.

"Listen to me," Ben tilted my chin up to look at him. "I'll love you forever, no matter who I meet, who I become, or what happens."

"I love you Ben, please- please don't leave!" I crash into his chest, sobbing.

"I'll never be truly gone my love, I'll always be by your side, I promise."

The academy burned down,

Luke was gone,

Ben was gone,

Kylo Ren rose,

Ben Solo fell.

I hit my fist on the side of the map table. The light flickered.

"Where do these kids keep coming from?" I think aloud.

"I don't know, but however their being turned, we need to find out a way to stop it." Finn said.

"I spoke to Master Qui-Gon today, he told me many stories of young padawans and force sensitive individuals. Though he's never seen anything of this before." I explain.

"Wait how could you talk to Qui-Gon?" Rey got up in my face. She smelled of sweat and blood.

"Master- Qui-Gon. I am a kosmker. Meaning 'world between worlds walker'," I scan the table looking at the map of camp. Studying infer structure and mechanics.

"I've never heard of that." Ben said behind me. His voice was muffled.

He thinks I'm a murder.

A tear falls from my face. A hand rests on my shoulder. Knowing who it was I didn't panic.

"He doesn't think you're a murder y/n, he's afraid of who he was. My Ben,0  thinks he's a monster. He still loves you Y/n/n."

I shake my head. Letting the tears flow freely. I couldn't hold it back any longer. Poe rubbed my shoulder. Me and him had gotten close.

"I'm sorry," I breathed trying to stop myself from crying. "She's-"

"I know- I know." Poe tried to comfort me. I could hear the pain in his voice.

I took a breath and cleared my throat.

"My apologizes." The room was quiet. "It would be my honor to show you around camp, however Master Ben and Master Rey have had a cruel day, I can show them to their personal quarters, whilst showing admiral Poe and General Finn around camp in depth."

"That would be great y/n." Poe smiled at me. I nodded.

I held the doors open for them.

Boop! Beep! Trill!

"Aw your antenna is bent." I bent the droids antenna back. Earning a happy trill in response. "This is SB-3 everyone, everyone SB-3."

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"Here is your quarters, Master Ben." I escorted Ben to his room. I had already dropped Poe, Finn, and Rey off.

"Wait, Y/n/n-" Ben grabbed my arm.

"How-" I stumbled on my words.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry for leaving you- I-" Bens voice cracked, his brown eyes became glassy. I opened the door to his personal quarters. Taking him gently by the hand, I lead him in.

"It's ok Master Ben, you'll be fine, with time, rest, and care." I said to him, leading him over to his bed.

"Please- don't call me Master- I don't even deserve that tittle." He cries.

"Sorry- well I think you deserve the world- Ben." I tell him, trying to be transparent.

"I remember you Y/n/n- I never- ever forgot you- even for a second. I never ever-" he sobbed.

"I saw you and Rey- I felt a connection-" I croaked.

"I know- I know- you- I've realized why the force brought me and Rey together! It wanted- it needed me to find you!" Ben said, he was almost desperate to get his point across. "I love you Y/n/n- I've never stopped loving you ever- I need you! You've held me together all of these years."

Tears were pouring down his face. Pieces of his hair was sticking to his face where he wiped his tears.

I got closer to him. Taking his face into my hands. I wiped my thumb pads over his face wiping the warm tears off his face.

"you love me Ben Solo?" I asked, anxiety rising in my chest. It was almost suffocating me.

"Yes, I'll never stop loving you- ever." He cried.

He hooked an arm around my waist. Pulling me into him. I was thrown back to that night.

"I love you Ben please- please don't leave."

"I love you Ben please- please don't leave." I sobbed.

He held me tighter.

"I never left, I was always by your side, but I'll never leave now." He sobbed into my stomach. I pulled back letting my hair out of the buns on my head.

I tried to get out of his grip. I needed to leave, he was destined to be with Master Rey- not me.

"Don't leave- please don't leave-." He cried.

"Let's get you some new clothes and cleaned up ok Ben." I tried to soothe him.

He nodded still holding onto me like a toddler. I pulled away grabbing his hand. I started the shower. Finding soft scented soaps, and fluffy towels. A fresh set of clothes, just laundered and still warm sat folded on the counter for him.

"Ben," I cooed out to him. "Ben, the water is warm."

I ducked my head out of the bathroom to find the man. I scanned the room.

"Ben?" I was starting to get worried. I heard the door click and he walked in. "Oh there you are. The water is ready for you Ben."

He nodded silently. He wouldn't face me.

"Y/n”

"Please Ben just-" I sighed that was his nick name for me, "just call me y/n- please."

He was ripping my heart out and stomping on it every time he called me 'Y/n/n”

"y/n- where's my mom? I heard her call out to me on exogol. Where. Is. She?" He begged. Distressed.

"Ben- shes- gone, one with the force. She asked me to take care of you. I held her hand-" I choked. "I uh- I have to go-"

I pushed passed him. The hurt. the pain. It was to much. I sped off to my ship. Boarding it. Slamming the door to the private quarters. SB-3 jumped off my shoulder to his work area.

He had found a droid similar to his model on a recent planet we had visited. The still room often was filled with sounds of sparks and metal clanking softly.

I kicked my boots off my feet and tore my robes off my shoulders. Pulling my comforter over my body I tried to hide from the reality of my life.

I let silent tears flow down my face. Curling the knees closer to my chest I tried to drown my breaking heart.

Be-beep-

I looked up. The other droid SB-3 had been working on slowly started to power up.

"SB! You did it!" I whispered out to him.

Soft trills and beeps bounced off the walls from the communicating droids.

I dozed off. Hurt, pain, and loss consuming me.

———

Knock Knock!

"Kid! Come out here please- I know you're not doin' to good- but just please come join us-" sallows muffled voice called from the other side of my door.

I sat up. My head spinning and white stars danced in my vision.

Slumping on the couch, I scan the room for Sallow.

"Ben?" I ask.

"Yes- I- I cant be without you! Please-" he begs me.

I rub my eyes.

"Let's go back to your quarters it's- quieter."

"Ok- here take my hand I don't want to lose you." Ben cooed at me.

I felt my heart flutter. Ben played with the ring on my finger.

I swam through the crowd of the celebrating resistance. Ben had laced his fingers into mine. I could feel the force oddly connecting us. Past Jedi's were murmuring incoherent words and phrases into my ears.

We slipped into the private quarters section of the inside base. Ben punched in his room pin. The door unlocked with a click.

I took a seat on the desk chair across from his bed.

Ben sat on his bed. Looking up at him, my vision cleared and, fully awake, i take in details of his appearance.

He was built like a warrior- a weapon. His tall frame was with padded with muscle. His hair was longer than I had remembered. Still it beautifully framed his face. Which had a few cuts and bruises. Though i noticed his tear stained face, rosy cheeks, and red nose.

"So how are you feeling?" I asked trying to break the silence floating around in the room.

"Better? It's different here, I guess. Loud- yet quiet?" He tried to explain his new surrounding. I chuckled lowly. "That ring- I gave it to you didn't I?"

"Yes, right before you left- you got down on one knee- and proposed your love for me." I sniffled "I've never taken it off- all these years."

Ben stood walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. I snaked my arms around his neck, holding on with the desire to never let go. Suddenly my back hit his mattress.

Confusion stormed my emotions. He left my lips. Hungrily kissing down my jaw and onto my neck. Leaving hickeys. I realized I had forgotten my robes. Leaving me in my under shirt and jeans.

"Ben?"

"Yes?"

"What- what are you doing?"

"I'm going to rekindle the love we never was lost." He said and continued down my body. Ben unbuttoned my top. "Do you want me- this?"

"Yes?" I whispered out to the air, unsure, of this fate I was approaching. I was never one to have sexual desires. I guess I had always subconsciously saved myself for Ben.

"Why so unsure princess?" He asked.

"Well- I've- I've never uh done anything like this before." I said, almost whispering. He brought it head up with surprise.

"Ever? Have you ever had sex?" He asked. I dropped my eyes, my face heating.

"No-" I mumble

"Have you ever- touched yourself?" Ben seemed surprised.

"No- no not ever- I mean- I wash-" I brought my hands over my chest. He laughed lowly.

"No I meant like pleasure?" I could hear the cocky side of him start to show.

"No-"

"Ok well- I guess I get to enjoy pleasuring you." He hesitates "do you want this?"

I felt a knot in my stomach . I was too afraid I didn't want to admit it, I did want him. I wanted this.

"I- I do- am I- are we supposed to do this?" I asked.

"Yes, I want this- you want this- the force wants this." He says coming back up to my face. I look up at him.

"Rey is in love with you- this might have have to a one-"

"No- it will never be a one time thing, this will be forever." Ben states. I felt his fingers graze the hem of my shirt. I threw my arms up allowing The shirt to be removed from my body.

Ben slipped one hand behind my back unhooking my bra. I felt the chilly air nip at my heated skin. Insecurity crept into the back of my mind causing me to fold my arms over my chest.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I've never had anyone seen me this bare." I said. He gently took my wrists and pinned them above my head. Ben kisses down my jaw leaving hickeys. As he was working down my neck. He lips hit a sensitive spot on my neck I never knew I had.

A moan slips passed my lips. A warm feeling washed over me as Ben sucked on the spot on my neck. The feeling was foreign but good. He worked down my body onto my chest. His left had gently massaged my breast.

"Shit-" I clasped my hand over my mouth not knowing where the profanity had come from.

"It's alright princess- it feels good, don't me ashamed about it."

My face heated up even warmer. He swirled his tongue around my right nipple. Pleasure exploded over my chest causing me to arch my back off his bed.

He kissed down my stomach leaving a darker trail of hickeys. Ben pulled down my pants leaving me nearly naked. My breathing quickened and my heart beat against my sternum.

"Ben, I'm scared." I whispered. Ben crawled up to my face. "I've never done this before."

"It's fine, I won't go down there if you don't want me to this time." Ben whispered.

"Ok, next time?" I said.

"Oh, for sure, and every other time after that." He whispered down my jaw. "Do you still want to?"

"Yea, I love you Ben."

"I know-" he pulled my panties down. Ben pulled his shirt over his head leaving his toned chest bare. He guided my hands on to his chest. I glided my hands over all of his muscles. His skin was soft and twitched every now and then, not used to touch.

He pulled his pants off. I started to feel wet?

"Ben,"

"Yes princess?"

"I'm wet? Down there?" I was embarrassed needless to say. I had never experienced this before.

"That's good, that means you want this." Ben said seductively.

He pulled my panties off, leaving me completely vulnerable under him. I felt an ache? Or a need, a longing. I needed him between my thighs.

Ben grinds his clothed lower half into mind. Earring a desperate whimper from me.

"Ben- Ben, I need you- please!" I moaned.

"Ok well- we might have a slight delay- um since you've never done anything like this before- I might have to prep you- are you ready?" Ben sounded flustered. I looked up at him- his face was red.

"Ok- please- I need- something-" I moaned, getting even more desperate by the second.

Ben lowered down- collecting some of arousal onto his fingers- he stilled right before my entrance.

"Tell me if it ever hurts or feels uncomfortable ok?" Ben instructed me. I nodded.

He inserted one finger- it felt weird- yet it calmed some of the aching fires. Ben added another digit, he slowly pumped. I bit my it stung. He started to scissor inside of me with his fingers- stretching me?

"Ben why do you need to do this?" I asked.

"So I don't hurt you with- with me-." Ben said. He suddenly started to rub a sensitive spot on the outside.

"Shit-" I moaned. Suddenly he stopped. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Ok you should be good- plus if i go any longer-." He growled lowly.

He came back up to my face, briefly connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. Ben laced our fingers together. "Tell me to stop at any point ok?"

I nodded once again. My legs instinctively wrapped around Bens narrow waist. I could feel him at my entrance once again. I unlaced my fingers from his and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Ben slowly pushes in. He finally stilled. His hips flush against mine. I felt my eye water a bit.

"Ok- move?" I said barley above a whisper. He started a slow pace. It was a mere few seconds before my body exploded with pleasure. I felt the heat creep up through my body. It went to my fingertips. Through my veins. "Shit- Ben-"

I let go of his neck. Gripping the sheets.

He sped up just enough to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. I choked on air.

"Fuck Y/n" Ben moaned in my neck. He started on his trail of hickeys and love bites on my neck again.

There was a tightening in my stomach. I clenched around him. The feeling of having Ben inside was foreign- he was warm- but he was bringing me unbelievable pleasure that I never knew existed.

"I feel it too Y/n- let it go." Ben told me. I didn't know exactly what he was taking about. Suddenly a wave of pleasure knocked my vision into white light.

I was moaning Bens name repeatedly as waves of pleasure ran through me. Ben bucked his hips into mine chasing his white vision.

He suddenly stilled.

"Fuck y/n- shit- that was good-" he moaned. Ben left my heat and grabbed a cloth off of his bed side stand.

"Oh so you were expecting this." I laughed.

"Almost used it for something else." Ben mumbled.

"What was the 'white vision'?" I asked.

"White vision? You mean an orgasm? You don't know what an orgasm is?" Ben look up at me as he was cleaning me up.

"Well I'm sorry I chose the path of the Jedi- I was taught ancient ways."

"Sure like no-sex-no-pleasure kinda way!" He laughed.

"Sure yea! Make fun of me all you want!" I laughed, "Ben?"

"Yes?"

"Will you come cuddle with me?"

"Of course princess."

He dropped the rag on the floor, and we snuggled up together. Ben pulled his comforter up over us.

I love you Ben Solo

I love you too, never won't, now stay with me.

Of course.

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