#i've been skimming for quite a while

[foxstens]

i wanna reread the books 😭😭😭

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Oh hey, it's nice to see this top again (Vice Versa ep 7 and the trailer for A Boss and a Babe ep 7)...

But I'm sure I've seen Gun's below too (the green and white vertical stripes). It also feels like a Talay top but I don't have a screenshot of it amongst the many I have for Vice Versa and I don't really want to skim the whole series just to look.

Hive mind, help me out!

Edit: @puentalay came through so I didn't have to skim the whole series! And I was right. It was Talay in Vice Versa. Ep 2 to be precise!

[hitomisuzuya]

hellooo, how are you? <3

this is my first ever request, so i'm a bit hesitant with how to word it 😶

i've been thinking about reverse isekai wanderer x reader, where reader has to like, teach him how our modern world works and how to blend in!

i did think about how to make it nsfw, but i have absolutely no idea how it would lead to it 😭

maybe like, he learns how to film videos and takes advantage of it, idk 😶

anyways, no rush and absolutely no pressure to write it!

love your fics, have a nice day 🫶🏻

Wanderer (Scaramouche) x fem!reader. Reverse Isekai. Smut. Consensual recording. Worship. Biting/marking. Creampie. General head canons in beginning.

Hello, dear❤️ Your wording was just fine.

Being transported into your world was something of a shock to Wanderer, and he was very good at hiding it. But, he supposed being dropped in on someone who is already hopelessly in love with him, worshipping him entirely in every way made the transition easier.

You soon became one big distraction for him.

Wanderer enjoys a lot of things in the reality. Coffee makers, video games, cell phones, YOU, to name a few. And trashy, reality TV shows. The trashier the better, he ate that shit up. When he discovered what a DVR was, most of your storage went to recording reality TV shows.

It'd been easy for him to find an image to fit in. A lot of dark clothing.

However, cellphones, web cams, and in particular the recording feature was what he enjoyed quite frankly abusing. And this time, Wanderer was getting two angles.

One angle your laptop was recording every thing on it's web cam. Another angle Wanderer was recording on his cellphone.

You were on your back on your bed, naked, your legs spread as you looked up at him. One of his hands was holding his cell phone, the other was wrapped around his cock. His cell phone was recording the perfect view for him, his cock rubbing your pussy into a wet mess.

What made this twice as erotic for Wanderer is that two of your fingers were holding your rapidly drooling folds apart to give him a better view. The head of his leaking cock rubbing against your throbbing clit, his phone recording your soft moans loud and clear as you grinded up against his cock.

"You know, when I first saw you, I never would've guessed you were such a slut," He loves how his degradation made you moan louder, a new coat of wet soaking onto his cock.

"Oh, but see, here is the thing, Scara," You said shakily, reaching up with trembling fingers to caress his cheek. Wanderer angled the phone up. He was able to see the fast forming bruises and bite marks all over your body. You were utterly and possessively bit up.

As much as he would've loved to have recorded marking you on his phone, he needed both hands to hold you down while you squirmed and writhed, rubbing your pussy needily on his hard cock. Your webcam recorded everything perfectly though.

"I am one, for you," You continued. Your arm was above your head in a submissive manner, slowly grinding your clit on his cock.

Wanderer groaned, pushing the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your cunt immediately tightened around it. He always craved this type of worship. He turned his cheek into your hand, his cock pulsing and aching to be buried inside of you.

You skimmed your thumb across his cheek. "Promise me something?" You asked, rolling your hips up to push his cock inside of you more.

"Y-Yeah?" Wanderer moaned shakily. He would promise you whatever you want if it meant he got to record you falling apart for him.

You looked up at him, your image with all your possessive bruises on display, and said, "Cum inside of me." Your eyes were filled with desperation, and deeply welled adoration. It only made his cock harder.

"Fuck, I wouldn't have it any other way," Wanderer moaned, his finger swiftly hitting the stop button and tossing his phone aside. His beautiful fingers found tight purchase on your thighs, holding them apart.

He masked soft whimpers behind his moans as he pushed his cock inside of you, bottoming out with a harsh, needy snap of his hips. You cried out in pleasure as the head of his cock nudged into your sweet spot.

Wanderer couldn't wait to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock while he watched this with you, sucking him off while he degraded you about what a slut you looked and sounded like.

Your breasts bounced from the harshness of Wanderer's thrusts, your hands fisting your sheets tightly as pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes. Your legs shook in his grasp, a shiver sending a extra jolt of pleasure through you as he caresses the insides of your thighs with his thumbs.

Wanderer mocked your moans to hide his whimpers, your cunt tight and warm on his cock, sucking him in with each thrust. "Good fucking girl, cry for me, worship me," He laughed shakily, amused by how fucked out you looked, moaning and twitching as he impaled you dumb on his cock. Drool pooling from one corner of your mouth, your eyes getting glassier the closer you got to cumming.

He got off on knowing your poor little brain was so far gone, you couldn't grasp how to form coherent words. He let go of one of your thighs to give your clit a light smack, ushering in your orgasm.

He groaned as you creamed on his cock, giving him ample lubrication to to fuck his cock deeper into you. You were limp and pliable in his grasp, your body shuddering in pleasure as his cock pulsed cum inside of you.

It was so satisfying for Wanderer knowing your webcam recorded the perfect view of his cum leaking from your cunt.

[aegonstradwife]

closer pt. 2 | aegon targaryen x reader

summary: anonymous requested; a sequel to closer, where aegon is further healed and reader rides him.

warnings: mention of various injuries / scars, established relationship, smut. (riding.)

a. note: link to the original request.

In the span of only 2 months, your husband's extensive injuries have healed to be quite less so; the burns along the left half of his body have left behind rough, blotchy scars that he is still self-conscious of. But you're just glad that he's alive.

His knee is still something of an issue, causing him immense pain whenever he tries to move it. But at least he can flex his toes now without screaming in agony, and the lower half of his leg can also be manipulated with little to no torture to him.

And that's why you feel so comfortable planning what you've planned; something wicked that is going to satisfy desires - both yours and the king's - that have gone neglected for months while Aegon has been bedridden.

At this stage, Aegon always, always, makes sure to instruct the maesters to keep the door unlocked, leaving you free to slip inside whenever you desire.

When you do so this morning, Aegon is of course still abed, covered only in a thin sheet, sun laying itself across his chest, setting his fine hair alight. He looks celestial, something too holy to be touched.

But that's exactly what you've come to do.

Your husband lights up upon spying that familiar head of hair poking through the doorway. He sits up with what is apparently minimal pain, though he's gotten very good at hiding it when he wants to.

"Finally come to liberate me from this forsaken chamber, my love?" Comes his sleep-thick voice - you hope you haven't woken him prematurely. He does still need all the rest he can get.

"Not quite yet," you mutter apologetically, closing the door softly behind you. Even though you're quite sure your coming here is no longer a secret, you'll gladly keep up the charade in order to keep a sense of normalcy during this time.

Aegon may still be mostly incapacitated, but his burns have healed nicely and he has much better range of movement now, at least with his upper half.

His poor knee, however, is still shattered. The maesters have done their best to splint it, but he is still well on his way to healing fully, and will probably walk with a limp even after.

You settle lightly on the bed beside him, running a hand down his scarred arm. "I have come to do something else, though. Can you guess what?"

Aegon licks his lips, which are dry and chapped from sleep. There are empty goblets on the bedside table that you could easily take and refill for him, but he's grabbing suddenly for your hand, keeping you beside him. "Care to give me a hint?"

You gladly twine your fingers with his, thumb roving over the mottled skin of his hand. Finally, you can touch him without him screaming in pain. "You've healed perfectly, my love. I think it's time, to do what we've wanted for so long.... What do you think?"

Your love's face goes blank as he realizes what you mean. After so long, you'll be able to have each other the way you deserve. Those chapped lips part, and Aegon releases a short, forceful sigh that you've come to know as his wife to mean that he's thinking very dirty thoughts.

It's a wonder he's not already trying to rip your clothes off.

He swallows hard against a lump in his throat and breathes, "I think you're finally going to let me have you the way I've been dreaming of having you."

"Mm," you agree with a hum. Aegon saying it aloud lights a spark between your thighs.... "I just want to touch you everywhere, Aegon. Now that I can."

Turning more to face him, you traipse your fingers lightly up over his burnt elbow, scar tissue bumping beneath your hands. "Does it feel different?" You whisper reverently, that same hand skimming up over his bicep and curling around his shoulder. The other is moving its way up his stomach, half over his healed burns and half on the smooth, unburnt skin beside it.

His breathing is already picking up as you touch him, and when your palm meets his sternum, a sharp, unexpected tremor rolls through him. His violet eyes roll back, and for a moment you're afraid you've hurt him.

"It does feel different." Aegon's voice is a grizzled moan, one hand clenching itself hard in the bedsheets, the other palming over your thigh just beside him. "It feels.... more sensitive than before. I d-don't know why."

You don't need to know why to know that this revelation makes you want to touch him even more, to make him feel so good, to take away all the remaining hurts from his battle.

"That's good." You're trying to keep your voice even, but the feeling of all of Aegon's gorgeous skin underneath your hands is making you shake with desire for him.

Your hands meet at the scarred skin of his left collarbone before both start a slow track over his chest. The scarring here is the worst, his armor having melted to the skin, peeling away as the maesters removed it.

But Aegon merely shudders in pleasure, reaching out desperately for you. He cries your name. "Please.... Please, I need you, my love. It's been too long."

All you can do is watch as your hands continue to palm over Aegon's torso. Your husband is shivering, making the most delectable sounds, and you can see his cock starting to tent the sheets below. You're sure he would be writhing under you if it wouldn't hurt his leg too much to do so.

All of a sudden, however, Aegon yelps in pain, head tossed back against the pillows. He has, in fact, tried to arch a little too hard into your touch.

"Aegon," you scold him, pinning him by the hips. "You can't, my love. Don't move so much, your leg...."

You know it must be throbbing, and you do your best to soothe your hand over his calf, just below the break.

He curses through clenched teeth. "I can't help it.... I want to touch you, and I need you to touch me, but. It hurts, and I can't believe how much it still hurts."

The grunting pain in his voice sends a wave of sympathy washing over you.

You purse your lips.

"I can believe it," you sigh, still caressing his lower leg, down to his ankle now. "You really did a number on yourself. It's honestly a miracle you've healed this much this quickly, you know."

With a groan and a huff of frustration, Aegon throws an arm over his face. "I know, the maesters are all impressed with how quickly I'm healing, but they don't understand just how badly I want you, and just how badly this damned leg is getting in our way."

Now, you think. He can't see you, with his arm flung dramatically over his eyes - you'll surprise him.

Quickly, but careful of his leg, you sweep a leg over him and settle yourself just over his hips. You picked out a thin night shift to wear just for this....

Not quite putting your full weight on him, you run your fingers back up his torso, fingers flirting with this collarbones again. "I, for one, owe my sanity to the maesters, Aegon. Can you imagine if you had died? I can't.... It doesn't bear thinking about."

Aegon jerks against the bed, arm coming down so he can grab for your leg as he looks up at you, surprised. The first thing he must see are your bare thighs, spread around him. Gods, he's missed this view.

The second thing he notices is the look on your face - the utter devotion, the love, the lust. "Darling...."

His hands, insistent against your thighs, push their way up under the loose material of your nightgown, coming to rest on your hips, thumbs pressing into your soft, supple flesh.

You moan, loudly, at the feeling. One of his hands is smooth, just as before, the other rough with burn scars. And you love them both.

"Gods, I missed that, Aegon. Your hands on me.... Touch more, my love. Touch whatever you want. I'm yours."

Those hands tighten their grip, and Aegon's purple eyes flash tiredly up at you. "As you wish, my queen."

His hands start a slow motion back and forth, up and down your thighs, over your hips and waist. His fingers trail over the warm, yielding flesh of your sides and stomach, before pushing higher, palming over the curves of your breasts.

Still just hovering over him, not daring to sit all the way down, you revel in his touch. Nothing in this world compares to your love's hands running over you, worshipping your skin, your hips, your breasts!

That wrenches a particularly deafening groan from your lips, as you arch your chest into his palms. "More.... Please, Aegon. I missed this so much."

He continues to grab and pull greedily at your flesh, wanting to worship you - to worship every single inch of you.

"Gods, I've missed this too, darling. So much. I've been dreaming of getting my hands on you, of feeling these gorgeous curves. I won't ever let you go again, that's a promise."

To take some of the pressure off your legs, you list forward, bracing yourself with your hands on either side of Aegon's head. "More," you demand, pressing your lips to the corner of Aegon's mouth. "Touch me everywhere."

Aegon should know what you mean by that.

Your demanding tone makes Aegon smirk; he did always like when you took control.

"Yes, your majesty," he purrs, hands slipping back to tug the hem of your shift out of the way so he can palm over your ass, then pull hard at the gauzy material. "Let's get this out of the way, shall we?"

Wasting no time, you reach down, ripping the flimsy cotton off over your head. "How's that?"

Grabbing for Aegon's hands, you place them again on your breasts, squeezing. At the same time, you dare to sink an inch or so lower, and the sticky head of Aegon's hard cock brushes against the inside of your thigh. "You're still such a beautiful boy, you know that?"

The sound that falls next from his pretty lips is a strangled whimper. "Don't call me that," he sighs, and you can barely hear him. "You know what it does to me."

As if in corroboration, his cock twitches stiffly against your inner thigh.

"Oh, but that's what I want," you hiss, still braced over him, mouth hot and wet now on the burns at his hairline. "Do you even know how long it's been since you've been inside me? Of course you do - I'm sure you've thought about it just as much as I have. Maybe even more, confined to this damnable bed as you've been."

"You don't even know," he replies quietly, voice soft and small. His head is tilted back, baring his throat. "I've thought about it every single day. I've thought about it every night. Every time I've closed my eyes, it's driven me nearly mad."

There are tears at the corners of his reddened eyes, and you kiss them delicately away. There's not much to say, other than that you're sorry you're in this situation.

With his neck bared to you like that, you take the opportunity to attack the scarred skin at the base of his throat, loving how sensitive it makes him, how his body responds to you now. "Is this okay?" You ask, nosing at his jaw. "Not too sensitive?"

"Perfect," comes Aegon's reply, still barely more than a whisper, thumbs circling over your hips.

When he tries to grind up against you, you still him with a hand hard on his hip. "Aegon. I'm going to ride you. And if you need me to go faster or slower, raise higher or sink down more, just tell me. No trying to take control yourself, alright? I don't need your recovery set back any further."

He whines in despair, and his fingers claw miserably at your back. "I understand," he says obediently. "I'll be still, I promise. And I'll tell you. Just.... please, darling. I need you so badly I can taste it."

Gentle fingers cradling his jaw, you force him to look at you. He truly is beautiful, though he might not feel so with the scars scorching down his face. But to you, he is immaculate.

"You're going to be so good for me, aren't you, my little prince?" You lower yourself further, reaching down to position his thick head at your wet entrance.

The raw desire radiating off of him as he gazes adoringly up at you sends a lick of heat down the base of your spine. Your cunt is throbbing, aching to take him in, and his cock is twitching in your palm, equally as keen to be inside.

"Yes, my lady," is Aegon's eventual reply, and you're pleasantly surprised at how good he's being. His hands are petting themselves soothingly down your back, but his hips are completely still aside from the occasional tiny pump as he aches to be inside of you.

"Good boy." Unwilling to wait any longer, you tilt your hips back and bear down, opening up for him, sinking down onto his hardness after so many months being unable to do so.

It is a stretch after so long with only your fingers to do the job, but any discomfort is mitigated by the intense, overbearing love you have for your husband and the way his cock twitches inside of you. "A-Aegon...."

His name is a sob, you can't help it.

Aegon's hands are at your face, cupping, thumbs fluttering over your cheekbones. "My love.... I said I'd tell you what I needed. And.... I need you to move. Please. For me."

You nod, taking a long, rattling breath as you lean up and then slide back down, Aegon's cock dragging at your tight walls, the head nudging all the way back on every thrust down.

As you start to build at least some sort of rhythm, Aegon gasps and groans, body starting to squirm beneath you.

You still, fixing him with a critical look.

"I know," he gasps. "I know, I'm sorry.... You don't understand how hard it is, not to move. Not to show you how badly I want you, when you're sitting on me looking like that...."

"Looking like what?" You dare to ask, hips hitching back and forth over him.

"Like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he laments, hands coming around to cup and knead at your breasts again. He tweaks one hard nipple and you cry out, feeling your cunt starting to cream on him.

This used to happen all the time - Aegon would get you so worked up that when you both looked down to where his cock was opening you up, there'd be a thick, frothy cream making itself known along his shaft. And he'd be quick to fuck it back up into you, both of you messy and sweaty and absolutely blind to anything else in the world but each other.

"That's it," Aegon grunts, nails scraping lightly over your nipples. The sun is shining just right for Aegon to be able to look between the two of you and see your cream coating his cock. "That's.... oh, gods. I might - I'm close -"

His breath is choppy, the smooth skin of his unburnt cheek gone very pink. Physically unable to stop himself, his hips are working gently to drive himself up to you.

"Aegon...." You place a hand on his chest again, just over his pounding heart. Both of you still, and you assure him, "I'm going to bounce on you. Hard. Until we both cum. If you're in any sort of pain -"

But he cuts you off with a hard nod and a whine. "Yes, yes, I'll tell you. I promise."

Making sure you're leaning forward, as far away from his leg as you can while still keeping him inside, you start with a couple hard pushes down, the sound of skin slapping starting to fill the room.

Aegon's eyes close in pleasure, and there's no hint of pain anywhere on his face, so you tuck your legs under, now balanced on your toes as you start to fuck him in earnest.

You're fucking bouncing on him, as hard as you dare with a hand on his shoulder to keep you from listing backward.

Almost as though he can't decide which part of you to touch, his hands keep flitting from your breasts to your stomach to your thighs and back. There's absolutely no need for him to move at all right now - you're taking care of any need or want he could possibly have.

"Oh -" Aegon's eyes fly open, staring down between you, listening to the sweet wet sounds your cunt is making as you use him, watching the reddened, swollen length of his cock disappearing in and out of you. "I'm almost -"

You nod, wanting him to, needing him to. It's been so long since you've felt his cum flood your womb, since you whispered in his ear for your king to get you pregnant. "You can, Aegon. Whenever you're ready. You deserve to, after so long...."

His entire body goes taut, a long line against the sheets as he tries his damnedest not to move his broken leg. The other, however, has dug its heel into the bed and is doing its best to keep his back arched as he sprays inside of you.

Almost as an afterthought, long after his cock has stopped spurting, he gasps, grabbing for you, holding you close, petting your hair. "Was I - was I good?"

"Perfect," is your whispered reply as you shudder through your own orgasm above him, Aegon's hands on your hips helping you along.

Once you're both spent, you move to lay beside him, but Aegon is quick to grab you and pull you down on him instead, resting your head on his chest.

You can hear his heart still beating hard, his fingers comforting and gentle on your back and shoulders.

"I love you." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "I love you so much. Thank you.... for still wanting me."

Slowly looking up at him, Aegon tosses you a cheeky smirk. "Even though as your king, I could have you commanded to be mine for all eternity anyway."

"Oh, shut up," you sigh, teeth digging playfully into his chest. "I love you too, you absolute imbecile."

[bittersweet-folder]

□ NERDY ✧･ﾟ:

♤ pairing: Tutor! (& student) Wonwoo and fem student!reader [he's a masters student while reader is in end of third year studying for her bachelor's degree, so both are at the legal age] [established relationship au!]

♤synopsis: just studying and then ranting to your nerdy boyfriend which takes quite a sweet "sweet" turn.

♤ warning: this is a smut fic by the way. mentions of explicit letters, dumb sex jokes (?) , oral (fem receiving, reader gets shy easily), shirtless wonwoo (honestly this needs a warning) , lots of smooching in different places🫶.

♤ word count: 2148 (I went overboard-) ♤ MASTERLIST

♤ tag list: @hongmingoo , @shuabby1994 , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @soobunsbuns , @nishloves , @aaniag , @sikuthealien , @jespecially , @lizza2001 , @zierose-freak , @thepoopdokyeomtouched .

(Scratched out means you either changed your username or I couldn't find your blog)

A/N: This is my first ever smut I've written. I've been inactive asf due to a lotta things, college assignments, viva exams, studying and getting my shit together. Neither my mental health has been soo good. But anyways babyloves I'm back with this postt letting y'all know I'm alive~ love y'all. It is proofread but let me know if there's any mistake 🎀

Sitting on your messy bed with books and copies splayed around you, your eyes go through the words on the page of your book. Exams were around the corner, knocking on door like some unwanted alarm early in the morning. And to state it quite clearly, you were absolutely exhausted. Your boyfriend Wonwoo, who was also your tutor, was there to accompany you in your long study sessions. But in a way he was more like a study partner. He was studying for his masters degree while you were studying for your bachelors in third year. And you both were literature students. And at that very moment Wonwoo wasn't being helpful at all. He was dressed in casual wear, a simple black tee and grey sweatpants. Except his tee was gone a long while ago. He was now walking around in just grey sweatpants, absorbed in reading a book. You take glances every now. Your concentration gets disrupted while your mind gets a little too crowded with more inappropriate thoughts. And your reading material definitely made you question why you are even reading such scandalous things. You noted more points on your draft paper, almost done with the draft work. You let out an exhausted sigh and laid down on the bed as your back was giving out. Wonwoo was going back and forth walking in your room, looked up and asked with a soft smile laced on his lips “tired, love?”.

You stare at the ceiling, mouth slightly parted as a soft sigh leaves. You let yourself wrap in the softness of the bed. You were just, well, frustrated because of the exams and quite turned on by the sight of your studious boyfriend walking around, in your room, half naked. 

“Yeah Wonu I am…” you said you're a bit hoarse from staying quiet for too long.

“You seem quite exhausted. Something's on your mind?” he said as he sat beside you. You feel the mattress rise on the side of your head as he sits on the bed. 

“Yeah.. I'm just so exhausted but there's so much to cover… am I doing enough even?” you muttered, the self doubt reflecting very clearly through your words. 

“Take a break, you heard me. Take a break. Don't doubt yourself so much when you're this tired” 

“But..” 

“No buts,” 

“Any rants you got there while skimming through your reads?” he smirks knowing you must've had something on your mind, something itching your brains out. 

“My brain's blank. I want to sleep but I want to eat, there are just too many wars, too many criticisms and James Joyce was a freak in disguise!!” you exasperated. Wonwoo laughed out loud with you abruptly concluding something scandalous about the author. 

“Well, so was his wife Nora. I mean they were quite in love despite having this sort of letters written to each other and of course there were some problems in their relationship too” Wonwoo stated. 

“Yes of course in love and all but that's not the point. The point is the lecherous lewd letters they exchanged. I felt like I walked into a couple fucking like there's no tomorrow!? Like excuse me, please chill!?” you exclaimed. 

“I know I know” he chuckled while agreeing with you. You sit up beside him. Close to him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed. Your eyes take a quick glance at his bare abdomen. You looked at him, your lips pressed in a thin line. 

“They were freaky. Good for them for having such a raunchy sex life. Anyways I'm hungry.” you stated impassively. He let out a chortle.

“Hungry for what exactly?” his voice rasps clearly through the stillness of the room. You gasp dramatically reading right through the innuendo. 

“How impolite of you to ask me about something this suggestive so crudely” you say in a dramatic tone with a coy look on your face. Your silly dramatic antics were nothing new to him. 

“Oh really but I was just asking what exactly do you want to eat you know?” Wonwoo had a sly look on his face. 

“Oh my. Really? I want coffee and one chocolate pastry. I ain't hungry for your cock, I'm hungry for some real food instead.” you say while your gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips. 

“Well, being brazen with your words as always, hmm? your eyes say otherwise, love” his voice was softer than before. 

“Oh do they? Can't help it when my boyfriend decides to just stay half naked around me, walking in my room, so absorbed in the book”

“Does that turn you on or something?” he teases. 

“Using knowledge for seducing works for me if that's what you're asking. I mean having such an intelligent boyfriend is quite interesting”

He knew how you found knowledgeable people attractive. And he was one of them. And he was your boyfriend for a long time indeed, so he knew exactly what you were talking about. 

“So am I getting a coffee and pastry break? Would you treat me??” you ask. 

“Well sweetheart I certainly would treat you but I want something in return too” his gaze averted down on your lips which were apparently also coated with lip balm. A transparent one which made them look more nourished and glossy. 

“Aren't you being quite obvious about what you want Wonu” you tease. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, arms touching, your head turned to the left. The distance between lips several centimeters apart. You turn to face him. A soft breath leaves your lips. His arm slides around your waist pulling you closer on his lap. His bare chest presses against your clothed one as you staddle and settle on his lap. 

“So what if I'm being obvious? I still want to feel your lips on mine” his voice was raspy, words cutting through the tension in the air between. You breathe sharply at the close proximity. 

“You may” I mutter. He smirks and presses his lips on yours in a searing kiss. His pink lips moved in a rhythm against your lips. His tongue darted against your lips tasting the cherry flavor on his tongue. The soft passionate kiss soon turned into a heated one. As your cloth covered body stays flushed against his bare chest his hand slowly makes its way to cup your boob over your tee. His big hand fondles your boob while his thumb rubs over your clothed nipple. A gasp leaves your lips. He makes it an opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue. The eagerness to want more in that kiss was maddening enough as you moan into the kiss. He pins you on the bed. Your back laid on the soft sheets of the bed, your cheek flushed as he broke the kiss enough for you both to take a breath. You try to catch your breath.The desire of craving more was tangible as you feel his warm breathing fanning on your flushed cheek.

“Wonu.. want more please” you murmured against his lips. His hand finds their way to your waist grabbing on the right side as he presses sloppy kisses along your jaw. He moves downwards pressing more sloppy kisses on your neck. A trembling sigh leaves your lips. His nose catches the lingering faint smell of your shampoo and body lotion. A scent which was very much ‘you’,soft and homely. 

“Mind if we take a little longer break? You've been studying for a long time now and fuck..I want you now baby” he mutters against the skin of your neck. 

“Please..” 

“Please what, love” he smiled softly. The heat rises in your cheeks. 

“Can you touch me more..?” you murmur to his ear. He nibbles on the skin on your neck, just near the pulse while his hand slipped under your tee slowly pushing it up exposing more of your skin. He lifts you up a little to take off the t-shirt of your body leaving you in your bra. 

“God you're so beautiful” he says under his breath, his eyes admiring your half naked form. The blood rushed through your cheeks and ears as you looked away shyly. 

“Eyes on me, baby”

His fingers held you by the chin, turning  your gaze back to him. The desire in between was palpable. The distance again shortens in between as your chest touches his bare one. He pressed a few bites and sucked on your neck and chest to leave prominent little marks. You felt the heat coursing through your body as he slowly slid his fingers underneath your shorts. He pressed up himself more in between your legs making you feel his evident hardness against your core. His breathing became a bit ragged, getting desperate to remove the restrictions between and eager to get even closer to you. With ease he slid his hand underneath your back and unclasped the bra. He removed your bra and threw it aside on the bed. His face became a bit flushed as he saw your half bare body exposed to him. Just for him. He leans down pressing a few wet kisses before pressing an open mouth kiss on your left nipple. Your breathing quickens as his hand slowly pulls down your shorts. Your fingers ran through his hair as he flicked his tongue on your nipple. His fingers quickly pull down the elastic band of your shorts and then your panties. He discarded those on the other side of the bed leaving you completely bare in front of him.

“Fuck you take my breath away..” He mutters as his gaze trails over your naked form. 

He left a trail of wet kisses while moving lower and lower when he finally settled himself right between your thighs close to your wet core. His hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs. He still had his glasses on, locking eyes with you. Your breathing was uneven, face flushed and with him looking right into your eyes didn't help the situation or the position you both were in either. 

“Yahh! Open your glasses or they'll break!” 

“Oh no sweetheart they stay on when I eat you out the way they always do” He had that smug grin on his which you really wanted to slap away if that was possible. 

He dove right in licking right through your wet folds making you gasp. You feel his wet tongue flicking and swirling at the entrance of your cunt. You moan as he pressed up more with his nose bumping on your clit. He wraps his lips on your clit. He lightly sucks on it while his tongue swirls around it. You squirm under his touch, your breathing grew heavier. He smirks and then pushes his tongue in your slick entrance making your toes curl. 

“Wonuu~ fuck-” you moan as he continue his motions knowing how sensitive you're feeling right now eager to get a release. You grasp his soft hair with your fingers pushing his head just a little more, just so he pushes you closer to the edge. 

“Oh- fuck~” You mewl. He continues his movements over your clit and then your entrance giving equal attention to both to stimulate you further. Your moans and grasping his hair was definitely not helping him. His pants felt uncomfortably tight given the fact he was turned on. He grinds a little on the bed as he continues his actions with his tongue on your cunt. You kept moaning and gasping under him as you felt getting closer to the edge. 

“Wonu I'm close~” I mutter softly followed by a gasp leaving your lips. You felt him moan against your wetness which was enough to push you to come undone. And you do with your body shuddering as he grips your thighs digging his fingers onto the flesh. He continues his actions with his tongue cleaning you up which follows with him coming. He moans against your cunt. 

“Wonuu- did you-” You asked feeling a little puzzled. He lifts his face, his chin glazed with the slick from eating you out.

“Well yeah I did baby I did come, untouched, I just couldn't help it” He sits up, still positioned in between your thighs as he pulls you by your thighs.You yelp softly as he does that. 

“You taste so good, love”

He hovers on top of you as he presses his wet lips on yours. You feel him smirk against your lips and you taste yourself too. His hand slides around your waist. I pull back just a little to mumble against his lips “you're cocky as hell too Jeon Wonwoo” I grin. “You love it anyways baby, and I'll get your treats after some time too ‘kay?” he mutters against your lips. “mmm okay” you say and smile softly. 

[volturissideslut]

I'm sorry if this bothers you in any way but I just wanted to ask for something with Jasper hale/Cullen from twilight and a human mate who is in musical theatre and they couldn't speak for a bit from singing a lot (like they lost their voice) and how his reaction would be? If not I completely understand. Thank you!

𝔍𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔢

"Hello Darlin'" Jasper dips down to kiss the side of your head affectionately, a small smile on his face showing a glimpse of the dangerous while that hides just beneath. He tosses his coat over the pile in your room and practically hops onto the bed to lay next to you. He playfully snatches the book out of your hands, being nosy and skimming his eyes over the page.

"Somebo-dy's in a go-od mood" Your voice is horse and cracks painfully as you force it to work, attempting to match his tone despite the obvious discomfort, and Jasper's head snaps up to look at you. You plaster on a smile to cover up the grimace, eyes crinkling in a would-be-wince.

His eyebrow scrunch, but he remains silent for a moment.

"...Did you make sure to do your vocal warm ups before rehearsal today?"

You nod.

"Did you take a break like I've been telling you to do?" You nod. "Did you keep pushing when you knew your throat was at its limit?"

You hesitate

Jasper sighs, getting out of bed and leaving the room, only to return two minutes later with a nice hot drink for you. Placing it on the side, he holds your face in his hands and gives you a loving kiss on the forehead, "You need to take better care of yourself, darlin'. I know you love singing and theatre, but i love you and I need you to put you first" His voice is gentle as he scolds you, but you can quite literally feel hos love for you radiating off of him.

"Now... read with me?" He lays back, pulling you with him so that in one swift movement you're half on top of him with your head resting on his collarbone. He grabs your book from it's forgotten place next to him, and takes a deep breath, secretly smelling your hair, before he begins.

And unlike yours, his voice is smooth. Unwavering as he distracts you from the itchy ache in your throat that is brought from overuse, And you never have to say a word. That's the great thing about being with Jasper. He just gets it, gets you.

[marveladdictjones]

prince caspian, inspired by 'I see the light' from tangled also imagine on the dawn threader at night under the moon and the stars

anything else is up to you

I See The Light

pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x gn!reader warnings: a little bit of pining, very intense eye-contact, maybe perhaps some kissing... maybe even perhaps things getting just a little bit more heated... not quite nsfw, but there's some implying summary: you're staring at the moon and stars; Caspian is staring at you a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, I absolutely LOVE Tangled and I've recently come back into my King Caspian Narnia hyperfixation. Also, this is techically not the first time I've written something like this, but definitely one of the better things I've written wc: 1.3k

The only light, besides that of the moon, that illuminates your path to the railing of the Dawn Treader is the lantern at the helm, where a faint flame is dancing in its little cage.

For the first time since you've left the harbour, the midnight sky is fully clear, not a cloud that dares to blanket the twinkling stars or the silver glow of the moon. It's colder than usual, a light breeze blows against your cheek.

You lean down on the railing, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you look up at the sky. For some reason, there's something mesmerising about the way the moon casts a silver glow across the water, how the stars form constellations that only exist because someone decided to connect the dots to make some sense of it all.

You're too caught up in your own head to hear the door to below deck open. And so Caspian, King of Narnia, finds you staring out into the midnight sky. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a smile adorns his lips. His eyes skim over your figure, taking in every detail as the wind lightly ruffles your hair.

For a moment, he just stands there, not wanting to disturb you. After some time, he carefully approaches you. You hadn't noticed him at first, but after a while, you had felt his eyes burning in your back. So when he came to stand beside you, you weren't entirely startled.

"Can't sleep?" Caspian asks softly, not looking you in the eyes just yet and instead looks up at the sky as well.

"Oh, I'm sure I could if I bothered to try," You answer, "It's just that the sky hasn't been this clear ever since we sailed out of the harbour."

"It also hasn't been this cold ever since we sailed out of the harbour," He remarks, "A simple shirt won't keep you warm enough."

"Oh please, I'm fine," You say, even though you're unable to hide the shiver as it runs down your spine. "Besides, shouldn't you be fast asleep in your bed?"

The king lets out a dry chuckle and shakes his head. "Perhaps, but luckily for me, I don't have to follow orders," He says, his gaze drifting towards you now, "You, on the other hand, would be wise to do so. You should go to bed, get some rest."

You playfully roll your eyes. "I'll go to bed shortly," You say, looking back at him as well now. "You know, you're welcome to stay here for a while, Your Majesty."

"Oh, don't go calling me by my title now, we're past that," He says, finally being able to properly look you in the eyes. "Please, just call me Caspian. Also, thank you for allowing me to stay on my own ship."

"Alright, I didn't mean it like that," You respond as you lightly chuckle and shake your head, "I just didn't want you to think you couldn't be here because I was already here, even though it's your ship, which you said and... I'm rambling, aren't I?"

Caspian looked at you with a light smile on his lips, his eyes trained on yours. "You are, but please, don't stop on my account," He says, moving almost unnoticably closer. "Really, do continue, please."

"Oh, okay, uhm..." It didn't make sense why your mind suddenly went completely blank. There was no reason for your cheeks suddenly feeling warm and turning a bright red. "What... what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, anything, really," Caspian answered, the silver light of the moon reflecting in his eyes. "That wasn't an order, by the way. I just... really love it when you talk."

"Good to know," You say softly, averting your eyes for a moment before looking back up at the midnight sky. "So... the sky is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

"Yes, it truly is." If you had looked at him, you would've seen Caspian's eyes were still trained on you rather than the sky. "The way the moon and stars cast their silver glow is... truly mesmerising."

Despite the chilled breeze that glides over the ship and the silence between them, the atmosphere is strangely comfortable and relaxed. Time seems to stand still, stretching the minutes into an eternity as the two of you continue to gaze up at the midnight sky.

After Aslan knows how long, Caspian softly speaks up again. "Have I ever told you why I love being at sea so much?"

You avert your gaze from the stars to look at him. "No, but please, do tell."

"Back in the palace," He begins, "everyone and everything always seems to be in such a hurry. And despite all of that, I feel like I'm doing nothing but chasing down daydreams until the days just... blur together.

"But out here, everything is so peaceful. The gentle rocking of the ship, the glow of the starlight... suddenly, everything is crystal clear, like I've finally found what I'm supposed to do."

You softly smile as you listen intentively, resting your head on the palm of his hand. After a while, Caspian looks at you in slight confusion, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He asks, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Oh, nothing," You say, your smile turning into the lightest of smirks as you continue, "I just... really love it when you talk."

Caspian let out another chuckle as he shakes his head. "Using my own words against me, are you now?" He comments teasingly, leaning in just a little bit closer. "Are you sure it's a good idea to challenge your king?"

"Didn't you say that we were past using your title?" You raise an eyebrow at him, daring enough to take a small step closer as well. "And if not, what will you do? Exile me?"

"Oh no, my dear, I wouldn't dream of it." The world seemed to somehow shift into a blur as the back of his fingers lightly brushes against your cheek, creating a contrast between the warmth of his touch and the chilled gusts of the wind. "Has anyone ever told you your eyes are as bright as the stars above?"

The light touch of his hand and his soothing words managed to knock the breath out of your lungs, the way he gazed into your eyes left you in a trance-like state. If your eyes were as bright as the stars, his were brighter than a thousand suns with the intensity he was looking at you.

Slowly, carefully, an invisble force seemed to push the two of you closer together until there were mere millimeters between your lips. And then, time seemed to freeze into a moment of uncertainty, even though the electricity could be sliced with a knife.

"Tell me to stop," Caspian breathed, his hand resting on your cheek as those brown eyes bored into yours. "My Starlight, tell me to stop. I won't be able to hold back."

"Don't stop... don't hold back."

And that was all he needed to hear before closing the distance between you. In his defense, he really intended on holding back on the intensity, but as soon as those words had fallen from your lips, he was done for.

One hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body while his older hand held steadily onto your face. Your hands crept into his hair, your fingers softly running through the strands, earning yourself a soft groan falling from his lips.

His grip on your waist tightens slightly, the fervour in his kiss grows a little stronger. "Please," He whispers against your lips, nearly sounding like a desperate plea.

"Okay..." You respond breathlessly, letting him pull you towards the stairs leading to below deck.

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late / jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

hiii - feels like a long time since I've actually posted anything. this fic idea came to me kind of randomly - I've been seeing a lot of fics lately centered around making/having babies and I thought it'd be nice to write something angsty and fluffy catered to those of us who are childless and want to remain that way lol - as always, lmk what you think!

late / jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

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warnings: mentions of periods, hints at termination (not said explicitly but it's there), talk of kids/pregnancy, angst and fluff !!

You shut the dishwasher before continuing to move about the kitchen as you cleaned up from dinner, one you would say was one of your best if you were going to toot your own horn, and your sights were set on the freezer for a little ice cream to go along with your movie before bed. You thought you should hold out, you’d left an invite open to your boyfriend to come here after his plans, but you decided against it. Ben and Jerry’s waits for no one.

You set it out to soften for a minute, pulling your planner from your bag to skim through your plans for the next day to make sure all your ducks were in a row and you were about to close it when you fixated on the date. “There’s no way,” you muttered to yourself, genuinely baffled by how far into the month you were. Your brow furrowed as you tried to comb through your memory but things had been so busy lately you were falling short so you switched to your phone and tapped on the pink app icon, eyes widening as you realized your first thought was true.

“No, no, no,” you sighed, walking to the bathroom with a quicker pace than normal and dropping down to look beneath your sink. “Don’t be expired,” you pleaded. To whom you were pleading you had no idea, but you breathed out a sigh of relief when the tiny text on the box confirmed you still had a while to use them. 

You checked the app again, scrolling back through the month and confirming what you’d hoped you’d misinterpreted the first time… but you hadn’t, you were in fact late. Ten days late. You had always considered yourself quite lucky, your period ran like a well oiled machine and your cycle was always twenty-nine days on the dot. Every so often you’d fluctuate, but only by a day, and for that you were grateful. You were always prepared, and you always knew if you ever fluctuated by more than a day it was cause for concern…

Ten days was more than cause for concern in your book, frankly as you stared at the test you thought you didn’t even really need to take it. You only kept them on hand because you were known for missing a pill here and there and you’d rather have to run to your bathroom in a panic than to your closest mini-mart, but you’d never truly had a scare before. You always assumed they’d expire before you got to use them. Oh, how wrong you were. 

Pregnancy was never on the docket for you. You knew from a young age you had no interest and frankly it scared you more than anything. You knew it was reckless not to switch to a more effective birth control, one that was foolproof and long-lasting but the pill you’d been on since high school hadn’t failed you yet so you’d put it off despite the fact that it had been on your to-do list. Right about now you were wishing you’d just booked the appointment and gotten it over with. 

You did the only thing you really knew to do at this moment and fired off a text to Natasha, your best friend for almost two decades. All it read was three simple numbers: 911. 

You heaved a sigh as you ran your fingers through your hair and chastised yourself for being so flippant. You knew you didn’t want this, and you knew the pill wasn’t perfect, especially not when you missed at least one per pack. Really, you’d just gotten lucky your whole adult life, and the fact that this hadn’t happened sooner was beginning to feel like a miracle as you really let the situation wash over you. You were broken from your thoughts by the sound of your phone vibrating harshly against the tile and you answered it before it even got through its first ring.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asked in lieu of a hello. This was one of the many reasons you loved her and why she was still your best friend after all this time. Unless she was in the air or on the other side of the world, a 911 text was responded to in the form of a call in five minutes or less. You also decided to forgo a greeting and simply held up the box and her eyes widened, “no, are you serious?” 

“Unfortunately,” you sighed and she considered her next question carefully.

“Have you taken one yet?” You shook your head. “Okay, so it’s just a suspicion, maybe there’s not even anything to worry about.” 

“Ten days, Nat,” you replied.

“Oh shit,” was all she said for a moment. “Hey, you’ve been eerily regular your entire life, maybe your uterus taking a hard earned break,” she tried and you chuckled at the attempt to lighten the situation with humor. 

“Or maybe it’s growing a person,” you said and she rolled her eyes.

“You haven’t even taken it, you can’t get all doom and gloom yet. Have you talked to Jake?” 

“Should I?” you shot back and she just gave you a deadpan look through the screen.

“Should you talk to your boyfriend, the one who may or may not have impregnated you, about the fact that he may or may not have impregnated you?” she asked rhetorically. 

“I just… it’s not like it’s going to go anywhere if it’s positive,” you sighed. “We haven’t talked about it, Nat. He doesn’t know how I feel and I have a feeling it’s going to ruin everything.” 

“How could you know that if you haven’t talked about it?” she replied with that face that told you she knew she was right, because she always was, not that you’d tell her that. “If this was some random hookup I’d say absolutely don’t talk to them about it, but this is Jake… you guys are getting serious and I think you’ll feel better if you do.” 

“That’s the thing, we’re getting serious. This is still so new, what if I lose him as soon as I tell him ‘yeah if you stay with me you’ll never have a family’?” 

“First of all, I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this but definitely don’t say it like that. Second of all, if you lose him because your goals for the future don’t align then he was never really yours to begin with. It just means your person is still out there and so is his.” 

“I know that was meant to be comforting but the thought of him having a person out there that isn’t me is making me nauseous.” 

“Sure it’s not morning sickness?” she teased and you scowled at your phone screen. 

“I’m serious, Nat… I know it’s early and we’re just starting to settle into a groove but I feel like he’s it, you know?”

“No, I really don’t know how my beautiful and smart best friend winds up being it for Hangman, but you know I love and support you and all your choices… including whatever you decide to do if the test is positive. At the end of the day the final say is yours, but I think you should at least include him in the conversation.” 

“I know, I just… shit,” you were cut off by the sound of your front door and Jake’s voice letting you know it was him. “I completely forgot he was coming over.”

“Talk to him, even if it doesn’t go well it’s better to know now, it’ll only hurt worse later… and for what it’s worth, I don’t think it’ll be whatever worst case scenario you’ve concocted,” she said before you hung up and Jake was just walking into to bedroom as you exited the bathroom.

“Hey, there you are sweetheart,” he said with that famous smirk of his that was now only reserved for you. He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips that you easily reciprocated, “you on the phone?” 

“I was, with Nat,” you answered and he chuckled.

“Swear you two can’t go four hours without checking in. I have no idea how you make it through deployments.” He’d tease but he loved how close you were, if you weren’t he’d never have met you. You would have never been dragged into the Hard Deck and he’d never have the opportunity to spend two long months trying to win you over. She’d swear until her dying breath it had been the opposite of her intentions, but Jake would always consider himself indebted to Natasha for bringing you into his life.

“Yeah well, she had to tell me all about your epic failure at the pool table,” you said and he laughed. It absolutely had not been the topic of your call, but you were glad she had been texting you about your boyfriend’s terrible game against Bradley as it was happening so you had something to say while you worked up the nerve to tell him what you were really talking about. 

“Okay, it was not an epic failure,” he said as he pulled his spare clothes from your dresser and began working on the buttons of his khakis, “but if it was, it was only because I didn’t have my good luck charm.” 

“She said you’d use some cop out like that,” you replied and he playfully rolled his eyes. He quickly pulled on his sweats and became acutely aware of how you hadn’t moved an inch since he arrived, and the way you were picking at a hangnail on your thumb. Normally, you’d have already jumped into bed and launched into a rundown of everything that happened during the day but you were silent, unmoving, and about to hit bone on your thumb. 

“Everything okay?” he asked as he shrugged his shirt on and you nodded, suddenly realizing how off you were being as well. 

“Just a long day at work,” you answered, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and you should have known he’d see right through you. He always did, even before you were officially together. Jake had learned you and all your cues in record time and nothing got under his skin more than when you tried to pretend he hadn’t… like you were right now. 

“Wanna try that again?” He sat beside you and put a reassuring hand on your thigh, and the simple action had you letting out a sigh. 

“I’m late,” you said and Jake just nodded. Most men would have asked late for what? but as you’d learned over the past several months, Jake wasn’t most men and he didn’t need to prod to realize what you meant, especially when you were this visibly anxious.

“Okay, have you taken a test yet? Do we need to go get one?” He kept his tone even and measured, not wanting to add any more stress onto your plate.

You shook your head, “there’s one in the bathroom,” you answered. He hated the way you were avoiding his eyes and the way you hadn’t stopped picking at your hands.

“Let’s take the test so we know exactly what we’re dealing with, and then regardless of the result we’ll sit right here and talk it all out… how does that sound?” he asked and you smiled softly but it didn’t reach your eyes. He was always proactive, any time something came up he immediately sought out a solution and you weren’t at all surprised this was his response.

“I think that sounds good,” you said as you stood, “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here,” he replied and you knew from the look in his eyes he meant that in more ways than one. Seeing you stressed or overwhelmed wasn’t new for him, but this was something else entirely… normally you’d be frazzled over something work related and you’d vent to him and snap back to normal but you were completely withdrawn. He knew you were scared, frankly he was a little scared too, but he was suddenly worried he hadn’t made his feelings clear enough. There really wasn’t anything you could do at this point to send him running, and especially not this; he desperately wanted to know what was nagging at you so he could reassure it away.

You returned from the bathroom and took up your previous spot beside him, stick in hand, “two minutes.” you said softly and he leaned over to press a kiss to your temple.

“Hey, whatever it is we’ll figure it out. Everything will be okay,” he said and you nodded but he could tell his words just rolled right off you, not sticking in the slightest. He thought it’d be best to stay silent while you waited, he’d be able to get to the root of it once you both knew exactly what was going on.

The timer on your phone startled you and you silenced it as you took a deep breath. Jake slid his hand through your free one and intertwined your fingers, squeezing reassuringly as you flipped the test over. Negative. You exhaled in relief and dropped your head against his shoulder and he quickly lifted his arm to pull you into his chest. Emotion tugged at you despite how you tried to keep it at arm's length, and eventually you succumbed to the tears trying to break free.

“It’s okay, everything’s okay,” Jake whispered, kissing the top of your head and drawing soothing patterns along your back. He continued to talk, low reassurances that weren’t quite registering but the tenor of his voice eventually calmed you down and when the emotions finally ran their course he hooked a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. “Talk to me, what had you so worried?” he asked gently, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

You considered your options: you could say you were just terrified by an unplanned pregnancy and push past it, or you could do what you knew you needed to and be honest despite the fact you were somehow convinced it’d bring the end of your relationship. “I don’t want kids,” you blurted out and he was nearly as surprised by the sudden confession as you were.

“I- I never have, I… never envisioned that life for myself and I’ve never felt that thing people feel that makes them want kids. I know I’m like… broken or something, I know it literally goes against my biological nature to not want kids, I just don’t and I know that can be a deal breaker so I understand if you don’t want to stay-"

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” he interrupted, his tone still gentle but not as soft as it had been earlier. “You are not broken. It’s perfectly normal to not want kids and you don’t need to justify that, to me or anyone else. This isn’t a deal breaker, sweetheart, I’m pretty convinced nothing is at this point,” he said and this reassured you slightly, loosened the knot in your stomach slightly.

“You don’t want kids?” you asked, your voice still timid and small. You didn’t want to ask but you needed to know, this was your one shot to get everything out in the open and make sure you were on the same page.

He thought carefully for a moment before answering. “I honestly haven’t given it a lot of thought. My life is so up in the air, literally and figuratively, I don’t think I’ve ever been able to picture slowing down enough to factor kids in. That’s not to say I’ve never wanted them, but I’ve never been attached to the idea.”

“Is it disappointing to know that if you stay with me you’ll never have that option? I don’t want you to have regrets or end up resenting me because I never gave you a family.” Jake’s heart cracked at the look on your face and the emotion thinly veiled in your eyes. In the back of his mind he knew this was coming from somewhere specific… At some point someone had made you feel like you were broken, had either said or made you feel like a life with you wouldn’t be enough without kids and he hated that. He hated that right now it seemed like you were just waiting for him to echo the sentiment and leave you stranded. 

“Sweetheart, if that test had been positive and you wanted to keep it I’d be thrilled to start a family with you, just as thrilled as I am to build a life just the two of us. I don’t love you because of your ability to provide me with a hypothetical family… I love you because you’re you, that’s always going to be enough for me.” Your breathing hitched as you processed his words, you literally felt the weight lift off your chest at the reassurance he really wasn’t going anywhere and it gave your heart the room to thud wildly against your rib cage.

“You love me?” you asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips and his eyes widened. In the heat of the moment he hadn’t realized what he’d confessed and he felt himself flush.

“Yeah, I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it just now, or so soon- I do love you but this night has been emotionally overwhelming enough, please don’t feel like you have-“ he was rambling, and you were having a hard time keeping your enjoyment in check. 

Jake was a confident and assured man, it’s part of what drew you to him at first, but now he was a stumbling mess with crimson cheeks because he’d just confessed he loved you and you were sure he’d never been more attractive to you. Not when he sidled up beside you and bought every drink you ordered every time you were in the Hard Deck with that cocky smirk and those sparkling eyes, not when he boldly flirted with you every time he saw you despite Natasha threatening to have him shot out of the sky, and not when he threw an arm around your shoulder and called you his girlfriend with no real confirmation, he just knew you were his and he was yours. None of those moments of the smooth and charismatic Jake you knew compared to this sweet and bashful one in front of you.

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his in a searing kiss, knowing he wouldn’t stop unless you did it for him. He responded instantly and you couldn’t help but giggle as you pulled back. “I love you, too.” you said and in the blink of an eye he regained his confidence, pulling you back into him and kissing you like a man starved. 

“You just made me the happiest man on earth, darlin’,” he said, pecking your lips once more. “A life with you is everything I ever dreamed of. We don’t have to talk about this ever again unless you want to… I just need you to know that I’ll remain the happiest man on earth so long as I’ve got you, no hypothetical children could ever make me regret or resent you.” 

You felt the need to be closer to him and crawled into his lap to wrap around him like a koala, squeezing so tight he let out a strained laugh. “I love you,” you said again as he held you close.

“I love you too, sweetheart… Now what do you say we get some snacks and ice cream and decompress with a movie night?” he asked and your eyes widened as you pulled back, suddenly remembering what you’d left on the counter. 

“My ice cream!” you yelled, disentangling yourself from him and sprinting down the hallway to assess the damage and he trailed behind you chuckling the whole way… he watched you frown as you looked at what had turned into soup and you pulled out your phone, mumbling something about getting it delivered because there was no way you’d go without a sweet treat tonight. He was paying attention, because of course he was, but as he stood leaning against the doorframe looking at you with a lovesick expression on his face he was thinking about the future. 

He saw nights at the bar, you heckling his friends better than he ever could and getting away with it in a way he never did. He saw travel at every opportunity and nights-in just like you were about to have. He saw romantic dinners and fights and nights of endless passion — and maybe he saw a dog down the line. He saw himself putting a big rock on your finger and buying you a house with a porch swing out back because he knew that’s all you really wanted, and it’s there on that swing you’d watch the sun rise and set over the ocean and truly start to grow old together. He saw it all, the good and the bad, in a split second while watching you lean over the kitchen counter, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled through your options, and he couldn’t help but beam. ‘As if I could ever regret a life with you,’ he thought.

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004. 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 • DELUSIONS

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What if the sexy stranger in your dreams and your seductive client at work is actually a ravishing demon determined to love you whatever it takes? Can you break through the delusions before it's too late?

incubus!kuroo, f!reader, deep pnetration, l-bombs, overstimulation, rough sex

I've been gone for so long up to the point when I thought that I'd be leaving this app and even this fic but here I am. The ending and even this chapter have changed so much from my original outline but I guess my hiatus turned them even better as I drew a lot of my emotions from the time I was away and put 'em all into writing this. Next chapter's the finale as planned, my sweethearts. Enjoy the rollercoaster! mwah mwah 💋

You drew a deep sigh. Finally, the event will be tomorrow, and you’d be wrapping up this project. You’re supposed to be relieved, but you couldn’t help but feel a stab of bitterness. 

You doublechecked all the crossed-out items in your list to see if they’re complete. Everything was all set up. In fact, you already prepared the Press Release ahead of time so it would be easy for you to seed it to the media once the party is over.  

“Good job!” Kuroo said as he went near, standing right behind you. 

You glanced up at him, carefully tracing the outline of his features—the softness of his lips, the perfect sculpt of his nose and the intensity of his eyes. He blinked, slowly, and returned your stare with his gaze softening as each millisecond dropped.  

What’s this longing building inside your chest? Will the end of this project be a goodbye for the both of you? 

Before you could even get deeper, he gave you a small smile. “Thank you for everything. There could be no one else.” 

You closed your fists, biting back your emotions. You shouldn’t be feeling this way.  

Kuroo softly smiled, which put you quite at ease. Slipping his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a small box and opened it.  

“That’s-” Your eyes widened at the sight of a gold necklace with a heart pendant.  

“For everything we spent together,” he said as he carefully laced the jewelry around your neck. He spun you a little and took a good look at you. His gaze was tender and so was the satisfaction on his face when he said, “Perfect.” 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

Warmth and undeniable comfort surrounded you as your arms were around his strong frame. He laid you down on the bed with a hand cupping the back of your neck.  

You peered deeply into his eyes as he firmly held your gaze, marveling at how lucky he was to have you at this very moment. He placed a kiss on your forehead, your eyelid, nose and paused for a sensuous peck on your lips. Not stopping, he sucked on the skin of your neck until his lips reached the heart pendant, giving it a tender kiss. 

His palm travelled to your breast and revered your supple flesh, bringing your nipple to his mouth, his tongue doing its magic. His other hand skimmed through your bare skin and parted your legs. He immediately found your sweet spot as if he had your body ingrained in his memory. Oh, you’re so ready for him.   

You heaved and wriggled beneath him. His middle finger teasing your clit prompted your hips to grind against his touch, feeling the sensation building and wanting more at the same time.  

“Be patient,” he whispered in your ear, and you felt him smile at your neediness. You couldn’t help but desperately whine a little in response.  

Chuckling lightly, he caressed the top of your head and pinched your cheek. “Oh, how could I resist you.” 

Taking your cue, he inserted two of his fingers in and your anticipating pussy welcomed him in so easily. He began stroking your insides and your back arched in satisfaction. Your mouth was agape and you moaned while he watched closely as your immodest expression kept making his cock harder and harder, wanting its own taste of your sopping cunt.  

You reached out for his cock, but he stopped you by the wrist.  

“I didn’t know you want me that badly,” he teased, smirking before slipping his tongue to play with yours. He sucked you relentlessly, drinking you in. The intensity of his mouth on yours matched the sweet torture of his fingers, increasing the passion as he was already feeling your thighs shaking. 

“Aahh...hah hmmn-” you whimpered. Your head dipping deeper into the pillow as you felt the rush approaching.  

“That’s it, my pretty girl...” he chanted as your hips started buckling.  

You felt the chills running across your skin. You’re getting there. You’re getting there! You’re- “Mhmn!” You let out a pained whine as he pulled out his fingers right when you’re about to cum.  

He teased you further by rubbing the pads of his three fingers over the wet lips of your pussy.  

Fuck! It was painfully making you crave him more. You want him inside you, to fill up with his dick. “Please...”  

“Please, what?” he asked, mischievously. “This one?” You felt his tip against the surface of your needy cunt. You quivered. Automatically, desperately, stupidly, you locked him in, bringing your legs around his torso.  

He responded with a kiss and held you close, feeling your trembling body encaged in his arms. You were so lost in endless want when he began running the length of his hard member against your pussy, glazing his cock with your juices.  

“Haah I – haah I want...” you managed to let out. 

“What do you want?” His gaze probed you, almost hypnotically.  

“I want...y-!” Your eyes almost crossed when he slammed the entirety of his long cock straight into your pussy, making you cum all of a sudden.  

Your body was shaking strong, yet it was just the beginning. He thrust into you through and through that you shed tears of pleasure with the overwhelming sensation. How can you even keep up with him! He’s ramming into you mercilessly like there’s no tomorrow.  

And damn, you sure looked so dirtily beautiful as your tits bounced like crazy everytime he’s hitting you deep and that motivated him to drive you even crazier. He pressed your legs further and closer to both sides of your face, putting you in a mating press. His body weight kept you in place when he took your hands and laced your fingers with his.  

His eyes were pinning you down so intensely, conveying so much lust, passion and affection.  

“Y/N...Y/N...Y/N...” He panted your name with every shove, not letting go of your gaze. His grip on your entwined hands tightened as he quickened his pace and deepened his thrusts. “I love you...I love you. Fuck! I love you.” 

Your heart felt like bursting with so much emotion that your arms flew to wrap around him. He held you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck while his hips rocked in a frenzy. His consistent deep and ragged strokes were now about to get you to your peak, but all that mattered in that moment was having each other this close, this uninhibited, this free. 

Shivers ran down your spine and he’s quick to devour your pleasure, sealing your lips with his as he fed your pussy with his cum. You trembled beneath him completely lost in the intensity.  

You both caught on your breaths. And now, your vision was getting cloudy. Propping himself with his elbow, he lovingly caressed your head like how he usually did.  

He gave you a sweet smile, while you tried not to close your eyes and fall asleep, wanting to spend more time with him, but drowsiness was getting the best of you. Before you lose it, however, you heard him whisper, “See you later.” 

Your eyes opened, still heaving from your dream. You woke up in confusion but there’s a part of you that still wanted to remain dreaming.  

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

It was a big relief that the event was set up perfectly. This was testament to all your hardwork, and you couldn’t wait but have Kuroo see this. You glanced at your phone. The guests were now populating the venue still there was no word from him.  

Passing by a wall mirror, you tried looking your best for tonight, and no, it wasn’t because of him! You blushed, focusing on the heart pendant he gave you, however your attention was taken when a familiar figure arrives.  

Your world stopped when you turned around and saw Kuroo.  

He was approaching with one hand in his pocket and confident strides, donning a black coat and pants with a grey dress shirt underneath. His hair was messily tousled, yet he looked so devilishly attractive. The lights were casting a magical play of red and purple over his ungodly features. His hazel orbs found you and his lips slowly stretched to a sultry smirk. Your throat went dry just by the way he locked eyes with you. You clenched your thighs together and drew in a deep breath. Kuroo was danger and desire converged into one, a man so magnetizing he’s almost a sin.  

Words got stuck in your chest as he came face-to-face with you while you got nothing to say. He leaned close to you and whispered in a low and raspy voice, “You look edible tonight.” 

You blushed. “W-What?” 

He grinned, cheekily. “You’re adorable.” 

“Oh...” You took deep breaths, panicking about what to say. “You...same.” Realizing what you just blurted out, you snapped and pulled yourself together. “I-I mean! You look the same.” 

Kuroo gave out a laugh that came from his belly. He offered you his arm and you were shy to hold onto, which, by the way, was so sturdy and strong you felt so weak and little around him. His scent was equally making you melt. It's smoky, leathery, and musky vetiver it’s intoxicating.  

“You’re wearing the necklace I gave you.”  

“O-of course,” you replied quite nervously. His eyes dragged from your face right to your cleavage where the pendant was completely undressing you with just his stare and all you could do was put a hand over yourself.  

And the bastard chuckled, you knew. You knew him so well.  

The evening went by with you socializing and networking together, but time didn’t pass without his subtle touches like featherly brushing his fingertips across your bare arms, calling your attention by lightly scratching your elbow and placing his hand at the small of your back just above your ass.  

There’s something about tonight that he’s pursuing you openly and assertively while you were letting him and doing nothing to repel him. Perhaps, it’s because you knew that you could have a chance of something...something beyond this.  

Your reverie was interrupted when he suddenly dipped close to your face and inhaled your scent. “You smell sweet.” 

“It’s vanilla.” 

“Are you?” he retorted.  

Heat crawled all over your face, knowing what he meant. You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms. “Don’t get me started.” 

Kuroo let out a hearty laugh, which elicited the same for you. In that moment, everything slowed down in his perspective. The crinkles in the corners of your eyes as you smiled and the genuine happiness in your laughter were gripping something inside his chest.  

Oh, how can one woman make him feel all these conflicting emotions at once. How he held so much affection for you yet felt so pained at the walls you’re putting down for him. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, full of concern. 

Kuroo ran a hand through his hair and exhaled exasperatedly. “Nothing- Nothing. It’s...” He calmed himself down. “It’s nothing.”  

“Are you sure?” 

He smiled and a slow melodious song began playing in the background, catching his attention. “May I dance with you?” 

You accepted his invitation. Despite the tension that surrounded the both of you tonight, this one was entirely different. It was romantic how he was swaying you with one of his hands respectfully rested on the small of your back, while the other was holding yours in a classic posture. 

Your eyes were attached to each other, while your heartbeats matched the tempo of the song. All this felt like a fantasy, so pure, so tender and so surreal. It felt like a dream how your chest was filled with happiness and warmth.  

How can one man make you feel so many emotions? Was it really possible for dark desire and deep devotion to exist altogether like how the serene moon finds its rest cloaked in the darkness of the midnight sky? 

“Y/N...” Kuroo uttered with a gentle look in his eyes. “I...” 

He gulped. He was not dumb. Your feelings for him were escalating, strong and true. Damn, how much he wanted to hold you close right now. Devour your lips and kiss you endlessly, but seeing how you gazed so lovingly at him, he couldn’t bear not baring who he really is to you. 

“Thank you,” you said before he could even continue. “I’m honestly super happy today.” 

Guilt was eating him alive. Everything might have started obscurely, but right now, what he was feeling for you was clear, definite and never-changing. Was it really too late? Could he somehow turn back time and change the way things kicked off?  

Kuroo stopped swaying and loosened his hold on you. 

Taking in his crestfallen expression, you asked, “Are you alright?” You saw his broad shoulders rise and fall as he took a deep breath. “What’s the problem? What’s happening?” 

What’s happening? He loves you! That’s what’s happening.  

How could he tell you? Would you even understand...that for the hundred, no, thousand years he existed, this was the first and only time he could ever think of the same woman over and over again. Would you even believe that the love he had for you was as much as the years he lived? 

Would you see right through his feelings for you, or would he remain as a beast? 

“Kuroo,” your voice pleading as you called on him.  

He pinched close his eyes. 

It’s painful. It’s painful how that one thing that keeps you by his side was also the one that could make you run away.  

He couldn’t bear to see the look in your eyes—that look of disdain because you’d see him as a monster, but he loves you and he couldn’t...He just couldn’t let you suffer perplexed and forever live in an illusion. 

“Do you...do you really want to know?” He asked almost choking in each syllable, with eyes searing deep into yours.  

“What do y-” You were stuck in his stare as his hazel gaze lifted all the fog and haze in your mind. Suddenly, everything was clear. “W-Wai- This is-” Your hands shook cold. “It’s you...All this time it’s you?” Your lips trembled. “M-My cat...the one in my dreams...It’s true? You’re an...” 

You searched his expression and, as much as hurt was evident in his features, he didn’t deny a thing.  

You brought your shaking hand over your mouth as tears began to involuntarily fall from your eyes. “All this time...you were lying to me.” 

Seeing your pain, Kuroo couldn’t help but step forward to explain. “Y/N, I...”  

You stepped back and raised a hand up. “I’m sorry. I just- I just can’t-”  

And all Kuroo could do was stand frozen as he watched you run away.  

The old lady was right all along and you couldn’t believe it. Maybe the signs were there but you refused to see them. 

Did all that matter now? 

You quickly got inside the cab you hailed. Staring outside the window, you recalled every detail of the moments you spent with him. Now, you didn’t know which one was true and which was just a fantasy.  

Incubus or not it didn’t matter anymore.  

Tears kept falling down your cheek.  

Regardless of the truth, you knew that one thing’s for real. You felt so much for him than you ever noticed. Did he even love you at all? All those times you spent did they even mean something to him? Or were you just another woman he can feed on? 

Your head spun in questions.  

Finally at your home, you immediately fell onto your bed and hugged yourself. All this time, he’s all a dream you’re meant to wake up to. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

With your body feeling heavy, you couldn’t even bring yourself to get up. A black hole seemed to exist inside your heart. You felt light taps against your shoulder.  

A smile finally made its way to your face.  

You caressed his head as he purred lovingly into your touch. His fur resembled the darkness of the night, but his existence brought warmth into your life.  

He bumped his forehead onto yours and nuzzled affectionately. You caged him in your arms, and he curled up close to you, accompanying you to a peaceful slumber. 

“I love you...I’m setting you free.” 

A soft yet gentle whisper breezed through your ear that woke you up. It felt like a big part of you was taken and torn apart. 

Your fingers traced the outline of the heart pendant of the necklace Kuroo gave you.  

He didn’t appear in your dream like the usual. As much as you tried hard to deny, you...love him in all forms. 

You recalled the hurt in his eyes when he revealed the truth to you last night. It was genuine and it seemed like he, too, was holding off so many emotions he wished to convey. 

Maybe you reacted too fast? Maybe you could’ve let him explain? Maybe you shouldn’t have run away last night? 

Of course, it was never easy to say that he was an otherworldly being. Anyone would be overwhelmed.  

You messed up! 

In an instant, you bolted out of bed. Though you looked so much in disarray, you hurried and prepared for work. You’d be having a post-event meeting today. Maybe you could still make up for everything and set things right, give him a chance. Maybe you could still fix things. 

Running out of breath, you almost ran to your office building. You were so anxious as the elevator was too slow for your liking. Once the doors opened, you briskly walked to your office. 

You released the breath you’d been holding for so long as you saw him, talking to your boss with his back facing at you. You reached out a hand to tap him on his shoulder but he turned around too quick.  

“Oh, you must be Ms. Y/N. It’s a shame Kuroo-san couldn’t make it today, so he sent me instead,” he said as you felt all the life in you drained away.  

In your anticipation, you didn’t even notice the stark difference between the man in front of you and Kuroo. You truly wanted it to be him. You did, but it wasn’t.  

“By the way, he wanted me to give you this,” he handed you a box and you opened it right away.  

It was the collar you gave Mister Midnight. He...He returned it.  

Your head spiraled in disbelief. Your knees felt like melting as you slumped on the nearest chair behind you. Your eyes were filled with triggering tears as you couldn’t help the regret and disappointment to wash over you.    

What if you didn’t run away? What if you had let him explain? What if things didn’t happen this way? 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Your boss asked and you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond and just gave him a look of despair.

"Excuse me. "

You gathered all your strength to stand up, walking out of your office. Everything was caving in on you. It was dizzying and you struggled to walk home. 

He was gone. 

The cat who kept you company in your loneliest days, the man in your dreams who cradled you and kissed you gently when you’re too tired from all the responsibilities and Kuroo who made the silliest joke just to get you laughing amidst the difficulties. 

All gone just like a passing season. 

In your mind played all the memories you had together. If there was a time in your life that you’d go back just to relive again, you would definitely return to the moments you spent with him. You would live that moment, that life all over again, even if it’s just once.  

But things don’t work that way.  

You stopped by the corner where your silly cat first found you. You remembered so well how the streetlamp shed a perfect spotlight on him. Still holding onto the collar he returned to you, your fingers lingered tenderly on the material, recalling all the memories.  

“It’s done.” You instantly shifted your focus. It was the old lady and she was looking at the collar in your hand. “The bond...It’s broken.” 

Uncontrollably, a tear fell down your cheek as you recalled... 

I love you. I’m setting you free. 

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100 Followers Event: Villainess Au ft. Riddle Rosehearts x F!reader

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A/N: If you saw my Lilia post about this Au, I'll also be making the character's pov as best as I can lol. Anyway, enjoy this riddle fic.

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You do not remember who you were before, but you were sure you've read about this world in a different place and time. You look beside you to see Riddle, your fiancé. His eyes ever so diligent skims over the text in each page. He was too distracted that you started to openly stare at him.

"Is there something wrong?" His blue eyes met yours, and at the sight of the rarest color in nature snap you out of your trance. Beside his bed, there was a mirror standing on the right. It was facing you, and only then did you realize that you were frowning. 

You wave your hands in front of your face. The action making Riddle's eyes go wide as saucers. You immediately think of an excuse to say, "The potted plant on your left... is wilting! I do not like it when plants are not cared for. A rose should be bright red not brown."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I've been following the instructions in the book, but over the days it just kept deteriorating. I'll find a way to bring back its color," he says meekly.

Looking at the kid's face, you knew you have said the wrong thing. He looks like he was just about to cry. You shifted to the side. From what you remember from your robbed memories, he was terrifying after ascending of age. Meanwhile, you were an uptight lady, someone that has the same views as his mother that will eventually die early someday. You gasp out loud. This was no good. 

"Your highness are you alright?" he moves a little bit to examine you. You turn around, and suddenly both of your faces were in a close approximate. His cheeks brighten red. When he about to speak, you place a finger on his lips. 

"I am quite well. You know what?" You slide the books on the table and reach for the potted rose to place it on the middle. "While it is important that you know how to handle a plant, sometimes you just need love to nourish it." You pointed to the soil. It was damp, indicating that he hasn't been neglecting it. "Hm... well, look at this new bud that sprout out of its stem. See that you take care of it this one with love."

"Yes... your highness. I promise."

 "Riddle," immediately he became your focal point. "You should just call me by name when were alone. Wait... how about this? What do you think of using this as a promise tool?" 

"A promise... tool?"

You place the potted rose between you, "Riddle Rosehearts, I pledge that until this stem keeps producing beautiful roses, I will stay by your side!" 

"Uhm..." 

"You grab his hands, "I won't force you to make a promise right now. You can even keep it a secret. I know that you will fulfill it, nonetheless." 

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"Riddle, take this," you gave him a white handkerchief. Each of its sides were embroidered with two roses— one was white, and one was red. "Think of it as a blessing from me."

Years have passed, and you were glad that you were able to retain a good relationship with him. You don't know how the plot will exactly play out, but you hope that from his trust will be the key for you to avoid the trial room, with him as the judge for your fate. 

 "Isn't this a custom meant for knights? I am not going to war—" 

"But you will still be away. You're going abroad to study, and it isn't like before that you'll just be gone for a few days. You'll be away in another country for years."

He did not say anything.

"I made it myself for you. We can exchange letters, but I promise that I'll always be by your side, so accept it!" you insisted, pushing it to his hands. 

"You did not even see the state of the rose for years."

"I know that you are still taking care of it. Otherwise, you would have already push me away."

He sighs, safely hiding your gift in his pocket, "I appreciate the gesture, but did you really have to give it here?" he raises one eyebrow at your unkempt appearance and muddy dress.

"It's either this or I won't be able to give it to you. I didn't find the right time to hand it out," you retorted. 

"The schedule of when I will depart has been given to you few months prior. There were plenty of right time." ​

"I might have procrastinated a little bit, heh," you smile awkwardly, raising the sides of your dress to walk to a cemented path avoiding his gaze. 

"What about this morning when you have given me your goodbyes?"

"I was embarrassed. There were so many people. and our family members were there too."

"Did it not occur to you that it more embarrassing to see the royal heir running about, competing with a horse? Even your garments are ruined," there was a small frown on his face. He reaches out to the carriage door and opened it. You thought he was going to leave you here, but he stayed behind the door, extending his hands to the entrance and you.

"Huh?" you look at him dumbfound. 

"Get in. I am not leaving until your disheveled appearance is fix."

[liltalle]

Shardic Opposite-Pairs – Cosmere Theory

It's been said that some of the Shards have opposite Intents (Preservation and Ruin). The obvious question is how inherent is this to the system? Given the symmetry of the original 16, do all of the Shards fit into 8 opposite-pairs?

As of Wind & Truth, we know the names of all 16, so I'm going to try to pair up each and see how they fit. (Cosmere spoilers below)

(Our pool: Devotion, Dominion, Preservation, Ruin, Odium, Cultivation, Honor, Endowment, Autonomy, Ambition, Invention, Mercy, Valor, Whimsy, Virtuosity, Reason)

Preservation/Ruin - This is our canonical example. I don't know that I need to elaborate on their locked conflict on Scadrial and Harmony's difficulty integrating them.

Devotion/Dominion - Khriss describes these two as having "a polarized relationship [...] Forced together as they are, trapped and bursting to escape". Also, the submission/dominance dichotomy seems obvious here.

Cultivation/Endowment - The Nightwatcher is all about fair if esoteric prices for the good she offers, and Cultivation takes that to a deeper level—her deal with Dalinar is about the loss necessary to relief, and the pain necessary to growth. Whereas, Endowment grants godhood freely as she sees fit.

(These first 3 seem pretty clear to me, and they're some of the Shards we know the most about. Those that follow I'm less sure of.)

Odium/Mercy - Odium represents many emotions, but the strongest emotion is hatred, which... I think could be described as a passionate attachment to a wound, lashing out at its perceived source. (That adding Honor's sense of righteousness yields Retribution supports this interpretation.) Mercy is the opposite of that, of Justice classically, letting go of wounds and forgiving. (The two things we know about Mercy canonically are that Harmony was disturbed by discussing Odium with them, and that they were involved in the clash of Odium and Ambition. The former could be Mercy expressing mercy for Rayse himself, but that's not well determined. What happened around Threnody is known to be disturbing, so that's a more obvious interpretation, and this is complicated by knowing that Vessels and Intents don't always align. So, the name is all canon really gives us.)

Autonomy/Honor - (On with my bolder choices.) Harmony says "Autonomy is driven to divide off from the rest of us, go her own way," while Honor's most famous directive is "Unite them." Autonomy's individualism and distinctiveness contrast with Honor's legalism and uniformity. Autonomy avoids constraint while Honor is all about binding people. (This one surprised me, but I think it holds up quite well. Another option was Honor with Whimsy, constraint vs. spontaneity, but I think this split is better, as I'll elaborate later.)

(We know very little about any of the remaining 6 Shards.)

Ambition/Valor - Ruthless self-preservation and accomplishment (Ambition would be mono-black in Magic: the Gathering, Brandon says) vs. selfless defense of others. (Here's a decent place to note my recurring thought that the saying "Discretion is the better part of Valor" is relevant to Hoid not being able to find her, though she does talk to others, so I don't know if that fully tracks.)

Invention/Virtuosity - My flaw here is that I've not read Yumi & the Nightmare Painter yet, only skimmed Virtuosity's Coppermind article. Still, there seems like a basic opposition here between the creation of new things vs. the mastery of existing arts (Renaissance art's focus on proper perspective, photographic painting, etc. vs. Modern art's focus on surprise and violation of convention).

Whimsy/Reason - Whimsy could well be defined as not doing things for reasons, but following unanalyzed spontaneous impulses. We're told the Shard is not congruous with intense planning or ambitions (per Coppermind, which is an argument for Whimsy/Ambition, but I'm guessing the planning aspect might be more important.) It's also not dignified. Reason, however, seems to be our most dignified and deliberate Shard. It's the Survival Shard, of which Brandon said "The intent is related but only tangentially. Mostly it just knows what's going on and is smart enough to get out of there." This sounds to me like Reason is relevant in that it channels the knowledge of the Vessel to a coherent conclusion that it follows very consistently. Having the discipline to hide from other gods for millennia does seem antithetical to the fun and spontaneity of Whimsy.

So... that fit better than I expected. There's a few other shufflings I could see, and if anyone wants to reblog with their own arrangements I'd be delighted to read your arguments. But it feels just coherent enough that this might actually be Brandon's intention and not only me projecting and forcing patterns to make it more interesting (as my OCD likes to do).

The obvious next question is whether these pairs are part of a more complex structure, analogous to the 16 mundane metals in the Metallic Arts. Each pair would then be like a Push/Pull duality, the 16 should be divisible into 4 quadrants, and so on. I do not know if Brandon planned that far ahead, but... the question of whether each of the four Dawnshards corresponds to a quartet of Shards was RAFO'd, so maybe (Cultivation and Ruin as under Change makes sense, Preservation then under Exist... maybe I should stop here, we only know 2 of the Commands anyway). Again, any thoughts are welcome 😉

[bosbas]

Chapter 11: if my wishes came true, it would've been you

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pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 4.7k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love, mutual pining

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

July 21, 1814 - In a rather interesting turn of events, Miss Y/N Beaumont was once more seen promenading on the arm of Anthony Bridgerton. It appeared that the two were quite happily chatting away, an increasingly common sight that comes after almost a month of barely any social appearances for our lady of the season. Was this just another friendly promenade, or could a romance be brewing between the two? Given the closeness of the two families, a union between them would be unsurprising. However, this author was most surprised that it was Anthony who decided to pursue Miss Beaumont rather than her long-time companion, Benedict.

"So you two are properly courting?" asked Hyacinth, shoving the latest Whisteldown column in both of your faces. You were sitting beside Anthony in the Bridgerton sitting room, your book set haphazardly on your lap after Hyacinth had barged in demanding answers.

"Something like that, yes," answered Anthony, grabbing the sheet of paper from her and skimming it over for where it mentioned you.

"What do you mean 'something like that'? You're either courting or you aren't, Anthony," came Hyacinth's exasperated response. You laughed softly at her impatience, understanding her frustration. You, at times, felt the same way. It was an unusual partnership, to be sure, but you were enjoying yourself thus far. You found you could attend social events again, not feeling any pressure to engage in conversation with slimy or uninteresting men.

"It means that I am attending balls again, Hyacinth. It also means that I can continue writing down detailed summaries of these balls and giving them to you the morning after," you said, hoping to distract her from asking any further questions about your courtship with Anthony.

And it seemed to have worked. Her face lit up, knowing you were the only person who currently attended balls that was kind enough, and attentive enough, to keep her informed about the goings on of the ton. She squealed and rushed to hug you, exclaiming "Thank you thank you thank you!!!" into your neck. You hugged her back, amused by her antics.

Suddenly, Hyacinth turned to Anthony, eyes narrowed. "You had better be a good suitor to Y/N. Will you be attending balls with her? And if so, will you be dancing with her? And will you be calling on her? Will you bring her flowers?" she interrogated. Hyacinth considered you to be one of the sweetest from the older bunch of Beaumont-Bridgertons. At least, you never made fun of her and you took her seriously enough that she could have grown-up conversations with you. So Hyacinth wanted to make sure that you were going to be properly courted by her brother. Truthfully, she had hoped you would end up with Benedict. She thought the two of you were in love, based on how he talked about you and how you looked at him, but she supposed she was too young to understand the more complicated aspects of romantic feelings, and perhaps she had misjudged whatever was going on between you and Ben. Nevertheless, she wanted at least one of her brothers to court you the way you deserved, especially after reading about the mostly unpleasant encounters you had with potential suitors thanks to your accounts of your evenings as a debutante.

Anthony patted Hyacinth on her head, laughing at her protectiveness. "Yes, I will be doing whatever Y/N would like me to do. Now run along, I've been attacked in my own home long enough." With a satisfied huff, Hyacinth ran out of the sitting room just as fast as she had come in, snatching Lady Whistledown's column out of Anthony's hand and taking it with her.

You smiled after her, shaking your head fondly. Anthony had let you take the lead on the speed and nature of your courtship, and you were more than grateful for the ability to choose the pace at which the two of you progressed. True to his word, he had not pressed you for an answer to his unusual proposal, and instead let you come to him once you were ready.

And sure enough, a week ago, you had made your way over to the Bridgerton household and asked to speak with Anthony privately. In the quiet of his study, you had accepted his proposal, finally laying to rest your dreams of spending the rest of your life with your best friend. It was a bittersweet moment for you. In a way, you felt relieved that you didn't have to pine after Benedict uselessly anymore, having a solid plan in place now and getting as close to what you wanted out of a marriage as possible, barring the possibility of romantic love. But a louder and more insistent part of you was feeling this loss to the bone. Loss of what you didn't know, since you and Ben had never been romantically involved, nor had you ever expected to marry him. Though you supposed a small part of you always held out some hope that Benedict might feel the same way about you as you did about him. That he also thought about you every night, laying in bed alone and wishing you could be in his arms. That the sketches of you and forehead kisses and endless pages of correspondence and hours spent talking together could mean more than just friendship. But in the end, you knew you had been foolish to think that two decades of friendship could be undone by a half-joking comment asking if he wanted to marry you.

Anthony, for his part, had been delighted, giving you an encouraging smile and a firm squeeze on your shoulder once he heard your final answer. He hadn't expected anything from you, of course, but he was happy that he could provide a solution that would benefit both of you. However, his proposal and your subsequent acceptance created a new challenge. Though you did intend to marry him, this wasn't what was usually considered a 'real' courtship, and you were hesitant to widely announce this fact to the gossip-hungry members of the ton.

"Anthony," you began, taking a seat opposite him. "I think we should discuss how we'll present this to the ton. I don't relish the idea of scandal, and I imagine neither do you."

"Mmm the pesky Lady Whistledown continues her reign of terror," hummed Anthony amusedly, shifting in his seat. "In all honesty, I believe any rumors would more negatively affect you, given the nature of our respective positions in society. I also know this is probably a more delicate situation for you than it is for me, so I'd be happy to go along with whatever you would like," said Anthony, sending you a sympathetic smile at the unspoken mention of Benedict.

Clearing your throat and ignoring the tightness in your chest, you pushed through your hurt. "Well, I think the most obvious question is of who we should tell. About the terms of our partnership, that is," you said, putting your hand on your chin and dreading the headache this whole ordeal would be. "I fear my mother might slit your throat and mine were she to find out that I am purposefully giving up on the possibility of a love match, especially after she told me repeatedly there's no rush," you said, looking up at Anthony with an apology in your eyes.

But he shook his head in response, "That's no bother, it is to be expected. I'm slightly scared my mother would react the same." You let out a snort at the thought of Anthony, at thirty years old, still scared of his mother. He rolled his eyes at you, knowing exactly why you were laughing at him, and continued speaking. "Regardless, I don't think we should tell anyone. We can be vague about our intentions and the specifics of our courtship until I propose publicly."

You nodded, trying to plan out that far ahead and feeling your heart speed up when you thought of Anthony on one knee proposing in front of other people. A real proposal this time. "Perhaps a month will be enough time? For it to be believable that we fell in love. That seems like a reasonable timeline, right?" you asked him, trying to imagine how long it might take you to fall in love with someone. Thinking back on your friendship with Benedict, you could recognize that you had been in love with him for years now, even if you didn't know it at the time. But you didn't have twenty years to fall in love with someone else, so a month with Anthony would have to do.

"Considering we've known each other two decades, I'm sure the ton would believe we were in love if we married tomorrow. It's our families we have to convince," Anthony reminded you. Because we all know you and Benedict are in love, he thought.

You nodded, thinking through all of your family members and their possible reactions to finding out you were marrying Anthony Bridgerton, of all people. If anything, they would probably expect Benedict to be the one to propose, no matter how absurd and impossible the idea was to you now. But this only made it more crucial that your courtship with Anthony was believable.

"I don't think we'll be able to convince Alex after the night we had in your study," you said finally. "Besides, it might be beneficial to have someone else on our side helping convince our families."

Although he seemed unsure, Anthony eventually conceded, letting out a grunt. "I'm inclined to agree. I could tell him later tonight at White's," he suggested. "We were planning on going with Colin and the twins but I'm sure I'll get a moment alone with him. It will probably be best to tell him earlier rather than later if I don't want a black eye," he joked, winking at you.

"Thank you," you answered gratefully. You weren't quite sure how Alexander would react to the news, knowing that you had just had your heart broken by Benedict and were now jumping into a partnership with his older brother, so you were happy Anthony offered to tell him instead of facing him yourself.

"So, how should we start courting?" you asked. "Well, not actually courting, but you know what I mean," you quickly corrected yourself.

Anthony smiled softly at you, understanding your need to specify that this wasn't a real courtship. Unlike you, he wasn't deeply in love with his best friend, so it was much easier for him to start pursuing someone, however real or fake it might be. But he knew that, at some level, you felt like you were betraying Benedict. Or at least betraying the feelings you had for him. At that moment, Anthony truly wished that Benedict would stop being a complete idiot. If not for Ben's own sake then to stop the absolute torment he saw in your eyes every time you thought of a future without your best friend.

"Ah, yes, our incredibly cunning ruse," Anthony responded, trying to keep his tone light. "I think we could probably start with a promenade a few days from now if you are amenable. It might be good to start with something a bit more casual," he said carefully.

"That's a good idea," you agreed. "Perhaps two days from now? It will give Alex enough time to digest the idea and I can mention to my mother that you asked if I wanted to get back into the social scene after such a long hiatus. I'm sure she'll be ecstatic enough to ignore the minor details."

Anthony nodded, already planning his speech to your older brother. "I can also start making off-handed comments around my family to really sell it," he suggested.

"Oh, that's perfect! I think we might just pull it off," you said, smiling at Anthony and feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders.

But Anthony could not relax yet. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, knowing you needed to address the issue of Benedict but also understanding that it was a relatively painful topic at the moment. After shifting in his seat slightly and receiving a quizzical look from you, he finally spoke up. "How would you like to tell Benedict?" he asked delicately.

You winced at the mention of his name. You had no idea, to be honest. How were you going to tell your best friend that you were marrying his brother? Saying it in person and having to see Benedict's reaction in person would be incredibly painful, but saying it in a letter would be worse, you reasoned. Especially since you had avoided any mention of potential suitors in your correspondence thus far, and were planning on continuing to do so. The letters exchanged between you were too precious, too intimate, to be ruined by the mention of one of your suitors. You stared at Anthony, resigned. "It would probably be better coming from me, wouldn't it?"

Anthony gave you a sympathetic smile. "I'm not trying to get out of doing it, I know this will be one of the most difficult parts. But I believe it'll be better if he hears this from you. He would be crushed if he found out you were getting married from anyone other than you."

You sat back in your seat, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what was to come. If Ben reacted negatively to your relationship with Anthony, you might never see him again. You were desperate to make the blow as soft as possible and preserve as much of your friendship with Ben as you could. "I suppose you're right. I want to tell him in person, though," you said, nervously playing with your fingers. You felt thick tears in your eyes at the realization that if Benedict were here right now, he would be the one rubbing your hand with his thumb as he usually did when you were anxious.

Sensing your inner conflict, Anthony jumped to provide you with a solution. "If you want our courtship to last for a month, that aligns almost perfectly with our country house party in Kent. It would make sense for Benedict to come to Aubrey Hall for the party anyway, and you could have some time alone with him to tell him."

You nodded, quickly blinking the tears from your eyes. It was a perfect plan, indeed. Everything fit together perfectly, you realized with a sinking feeling. You were still half-hoping that there would be a reason you couldn't go through with this, or a massive oversight as to why the plan wouldn't work. But it seemed to be foolproof. Even the painful bits were accounted for and Anthony had made them to be as painless as possible.

And so began the biggest deceit of your life. All things considered, it was good fun. You and Anthony had decided to see each other four times per week, attending a minimum of two balls together and promenading once. Although it had only been a week, you found yourself enjoying the change of pace. You could now attend balls without having to interact with any desperate bachelors vying for your hefty dowry. What's more, Anthony had been bringing you a bouquet after every ball, which served to placate your mother above all else.

Even promenading with Anthony was enjoyable, seeing as the two of you understood each other quite well. It was nothing compared to how deeply Benedict understood you, or how engaging discussions were with him, but Anthony was miles ahead of anyone besides Ben. After only a week of courting, you found yourself better able to think about Benedict without dissolving into a puddle of tears, desperately wondering whether or not he was thinking of you while in the countryside. Your letters to him became less painful and more frequent, as you were able to push through your debilitating love for him and just enjoy speaking about art and literature.

As time went on, you were growing more and more confident that you had made the right decision, especially now that Lady Whistledown had written about your courtship, as Hyacinth had so kindly informed you. Whistledown's words were gospel to the people of polite society, so her mention of the two of you helped cement the validity of your budding relationship. Hopefully both your families would follow the rest of the ton and accept that Anthony, and not Benedict, was the one you were spending the majority of your time with now.

Although you had hoped Alex would help you in this endeavor, he had been unyieldingly silent on the matter. The day after Anthony explained your plan to him at White's, he came into your room and informed you that he knew what you and Anthony were doing. You had expected him to show at least some form of emotion, but he had simply said that he would not stand in your way and walked right out without any further discussion. Even now, a week later, he refused to talk about it with you, immediately changing the subject or just outright leaving the room when the matter of you and Anthony came up in conversation. You were disappointed, feeling like you were living a lie in and out of your home, but you supposed it was for the best. You could sacrifice talking to someone who knew the whole story for the assurance that none of your family would find out the truth. Especially not your mother.

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As you looked out of your window to the beautiful grounds of Aubrey Hall, your mind couldn't help but drift to Benedict's latest letter. His reply had been short, which was to be expected given that you had asked him to return from the countryside to meet your future husband. Writing the letter had been almost physically painful, but you knew it was necessary. You could only hope that the tears on the paper were not too noticeable once they reached Ben.

After nearly a month of faking a courtship with Anthony, you were much more well-adjusted when it came to talking and thinking about Benedict. But a month was nowhere near long enough to quell the now all-encompassing love you had spent years growing. You didn't think you could ever stop loving Benedict, not entirely anyway. He was your Benedict, and he would be forever. You had grown up so intertwined in one another that he was as much a part of you as you were yourself. The love you felt for him was not a feeling, exactly, but more of a part of your identity. And it was all good and fun until you had to give that up to be with someone else. Though Anthony, bless him, was making it as easy for you as he could. He expected nothing more than what you were willing to give, and you couldn't thank him enough. It had been surprisingly easy to fall into a partnership with him, not feeling the undue stress of having to promptly get over Benedict that you had felt with all of your other suitors.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Theo and Bastian knocked on your door, barging in when you opened the door just a fraction. They ignored your exasperated sigh, opting instead to sit on your bed. Seeing Bastian's shoe-clad feet on your white bedding incited an anger in you that only your brothers knew how to elicit. But your murderous intentions were cut short by Theo's question.

"So, will Benedict be joining us?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you gazed from one twin to the other, trying to gauge the intention of their question. Seeing your anxious eyes, Theo rushed to explain. "We only wanted to check because... you know... yeah," he finished lamely.

"Because what?" you demanded, slightly put off by what they were implying. Thus far, your family had abstained from mentioning Benedict when speaking about your courtship with Anthony. Although they had been visibly shocked by the idea at first, they had now grown used to seeing you with Anthony instead of Benedict and it had become somewhat of the norm. Except perhaps for Cass, who was still young and a hopeful romantic. You knew she secretly still wished that Ben would return from the countryside in some kind of grand romantic gesture that would sweep you off your feet. Unfortunately, you simply couldn't afford to think that way for your sanity. Instead, you ignored her sad looks whenever Anthony sent you a particularly large bouquet of roses. So it came as a little bit of a shock that Theo and Bastian were being so forthright about the subject, showing little to no tact in handling what was a very painful situation for you.

You saw your brothers exchange a panicked look, clearly not expecting your bristling tone. "Because we haven't seen him in a while!" blurted out Bastian.

"Yes, exactly," said Theo, nodding aggressively. "It's just been some time since we last saw Benedict and we're wondering whether you knew if he'll be coming. So we can see him and all. Is he doing alright?"

You sniffed, crossing your arms stiffly and uttering a curt reply, "I see. Well, yes. He will be coming. He should be arriving in a few hours. And yes, he's alright. He's been faring quite well but I think he's coming back to town properly now."

Catching the wide-eyed look they exchanged, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. "And yes! He knows I've been courting someone, which I know was your next question. Though he doesn't know it's Anthony so don't you dare tell him. I will tell him myself once he arrives," you warned them.

"Wouldn't dream of it," assured Theo.

"Sorry about that. Let us know if you need anything," added Bastian.

You hummed. "Thank you very much. Now please get your dirty shoes off my bed or I'm afraid I will have to kill you. And we wouldn't want to make Mother sad over the death of two of her sons, would we?

They stood up off suddenly your bed and straightened up, clearly not having expected this to be such a hostile conversation. But they were glad you had at least cracked a joke, even if the comment threatened their untimely death. They laughed nervously and bid their goodbyes, exiting your room quickly.

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you closed the door after them, placing your forehead against the cool wood. You had most likely overreacted, but you would have to apologize another time. The sinking feeling of anxiety in your stomach took precedence over your brothers right now, as much as it was inconvenient for them.

The earlier flutters in your stomach had turned into giant somersaults, and you felt like you were going to be positively sick. You would have to tell Benedict that you were engaged to Anthony soon since you knew it would be unimaginably cruel to let Ben learn about your courtship to his brother as he was proposing to you.

The easiest thing would be to tell him during one of your nature walks. Whenever you were at Aubrey Hall, you and Benedict went on nature walks around the grounds, where you would often point out familiar flower and plant species, and he would remind you to take in the beautiful landscape. These walks could often last for hours, just the two of you wrapped up in each other's presence. And although it was usually Ben who suggested them, you had planned to ask him on a nature walk tomorrow morning to break the news that Anthony was the man you intended to marry. It would give him ample time and space to process the information, and some precious privacy to sort out any unresolved feelings on both sides.

Yet, the meticulously thought-out plan you had come up with did absolutely nothing to soothe your fears for the actual moment that you would tell him. In all honesty, you had no idea how Benedict would react. You weren't even sure how you wanted him to react. You supposed the best-case scenario would be if he calmly listened and said he understood your choice, and perhaps even thought it a good idea since you would be able to remain close to him. But you couldn't help a very tiny part of you that had previously been locked in the depths of your brain from hoping that Benedict wouldn't react calmly. That he would be impossibly angry. Angry with you, and with Anthony, and with himself. So angry that maybe he would realize that he did love you, after all, however unrealistic that might be.

With a determined exhale, you pushed yourself off the door and started getting ready to go downstairs to Anthony's study. The twins' unexpected inquiry had thrown you off balance, but you couldn't afford to let it linger in your thoughts. Anthony had asked you to stop by once you arrived at Aubrey Hall to iron out the details of his proposal. In less than a week, he would officially be your fiancé, and you had to start figuring out how it would actually happen.

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As Benedict rode through the picturesque countryside toward Aubrey Hall, the weight of the impending conversation with you settled in his chest. The familiar scenes outside the carriage window, once a source of solace, now seemed to blur as his mind whirred with conflicting emotions. The letter you had sent him requesting his presence at Aubrey Hall so he could meet your future husband lay heavily in his pocket. Ben could barely breathe from the weight of the knowledge that you were so close to being out of his grasp forever.

Reading that letter for the first time had evoked a sharp pain in his chest that he couldn't shake even now, almost a week later. Benedict was beyond nervous to meet whoever you might be marrying, unsure if he would be able to successfully hide his overpowering love for you. However, he couldn't seem to forget the faint tear stains slightly smudging your handwriting of the letter in his pocket. A selfish part of him wished that you might be sad to be marrying this mystery man. That you had settled for someone less worthy and Ben could continue to be confident (if you could call what he was feeling right now confidence) in his decision to forgo a marriage with you. But this fleeting hope was immediately replaced with guilt. You deserved more than an unhappy marriage, even if it meant embracing a future that felt like a cruel twist of fate for Benedict's own heart. Despite the agonizing ache he was feeling, he knew would do this again ten times over if it guaranteed your happiness.

Arriving at Aubrey Hall, Ben dismissed the carriage with a nod of thanks to the driver. With his belongings in tow, he decided to stop by Anthony's study first. His older brother had surely already met your suitor and could perhaps offer some insight so Benedict wasn't entirely blindsided when you officially introduced him.

As Ben approached the door, he caught the sound of your voice, a sweet sound that made him smile wider than he had since he left you. He couldn't help but linger for a moment, enchanted by the familiarity of your tone and wishing he hadn't spent so long away from it.

But his attention sharpened as he overheard your conversation with Anthony. "I think it might be best if it's not a massive surprise to our families, especially Hyacinth. So, would you want to announce our engagement before everyone gets here? Sometime in the coming days? And then you can propose to me properly once all the guests arrive?" he heard you speak.

Benedict's world ground to a halt. The words hung in the air, a revelation that left him stunned. He went numb, pure anger coursing through his veins as he burst open the door and barged into his older brother's study. His eyes, aggressively narrowed into slits, fell on his best friend, sitting at his brother's desk as Anthony leaned against it. Time froze as you and Anthony turned towards him, expressions of shock clear on your faces.

"I beg your pardon?" he spoke, tone low and venomous as he breathed heavily. "What the bloody hell did you just say?"

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[skiller0dani]

Touch | Kaz Brekker

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smut | mutual masturbation requests info w.c | 4.4k summary | Kaz is convinced you're angry with him, angry enough to leave him. Despite Jesper's reassurance, Kaz is utterly convinced you're about to leave him. He sends Inej to spy on you, he needs to understand what he did wrong...so he can win you back.

I've only read half of Six of Crows and have seen Season 1 of the show (rewatching it before I watch Season 2). So I apologize if I get things wrong Lore-wise. If I do get something wrong, please feel free to help correct me so I don't get it wrong again. I don't know much about Ketterdam or about the correct terminology about how to describe Ketterdam, please be patient and bear with me while I'm learning.

Possible part 2? ;)

Song

You were angry with him, Kaz was sure of it.

He didn't know what he said or what he did, but he knew he did something. You had been avoiding him, tucking yourself away in the back corners of the Crow Club, or running off with Jesper. You usually spent most of the day wherever Kaz was, in his office, or lounging in your shared bedroom until Kaz needed you. The two of you had been together for about a year now, and he knew you better than you knew yourself. That's how he knew you were angry with him, and by the lack of attention you were giving him you must be really angry with him. It made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

Jesper, who happened to be your closest friend, tried to reassure Kaz that you weren't upset with him but Kaz didn't believe him. Surely if you weren't angry, you'd tell him that yourself. Yet you sent Jesper to talk to Kaz on your behalf, had he really screwed up to the point of receiving the silent treatment? What on Earth had he done? Was he spending too much time away from you? There was a rather complex job he had been swept up in recently, along with someone with sticky fingers skimming from the pot. Or worse, were you finally becoming impatient with his touch aversion? Despite being together for as long as you two have been, he has yet to touch you at all. Not even a light kiss, nothing.

Kaz has briefly opened up to you about Jordie, about the firepox, and of course about Pekka Rollins. You knew why Kaz couldn't bear the feel of skin, but maybe you finally had enough. He knew you had sexual needs not being met, knew you were quite promiscuous before you had begun dating him. He felt insecure about that sometimes, about how it felt like you were sacrificing something to be with him. What if the sacrifice wasn't worth it anymore? Were you cheating on him? No, you wouldn't do that. You were many things but cruel wasn't one of them, Kaz has never known you to do a single cruel thing to anybody.

Still the fear kept clawing at the inside of his head, is that why you were spending so much time away from him? Why you kept sneaking off with Jesper? Did Jesper know about this? Was he covering for you? Kaz knows that Jesper is quite promiscuous himself, in fact that's how you met Jesper. A exciting night on the town before you had joined the Crows, which led you to Jesper's bed. Of course, the two of you realized you had no romantic or sexual chemistry and opted instead to see what trouble you could get up to in Ketterdam. That's how you ended up meeting Kaz, Jesper had brought you to him when you were in need of work. You joined the Crows, and the rest is history.

Despite how hard he tried not to, Kaz fell in love with you. He didn't show it, or say it really other than the one time he did say it. But he thought you knew, that's how you two worked. Neither of you required words or actions to know how you felt, but maybe Kaz had been wrong. Was he neglecting your needs? Did you feel satisfied and loved by Kaz? Were you seeking companionship and affection elsewhere? He couldn't stop his mind from spiraling, it was beginning to impact his ability to run the Crow Club. He often found himself distracted when his eyes landed on the empty spot you usually occupied next to him. It's what led him to seek out Inej, and ask her to do something he wasn't particularly proud of.

"You want me to what?" Her voice was incredulous, you were also a close friend of Inej's. She didn't feel right spying on you, and the seriousness in Kaz's gaze unnerved her.

"I need to know if...if she's seeing somebody else." Kaz explained, his head hung low and his gloved palms pressed flat against his desk.

"She isn't." Inej states firmly, she knows you're head over heels for Kaz. You've been utterly enamored by Kaz since you first laid eyes on him.

"She's been distant. Is asleep before I come to bed and is gone before I wake up. Spends more time with Jesper than she used to, hardly looks me in the eye. Something is wrong. I've done something. I've driven her away somehow, I need you to tell me who she's been seeing." Kaz says, his teeth gritting at the thought of someone else touching you, seeing your bare skin. Kaz needs to know who he is... so they can talk. Inej can't help but admit that your behavior has been odd lately, though she still doesn't think you're cheating on Kaz.

"Kaz-"

"She's going to leave me. It's a matter of time. Can I count on you to do this for me?" Kaz interrupts, this isn't a discussion. It's not something he's keen on discussing in depth either. He just needs to know. Kaz knows he's being unfair, he can see the way Inej has always looked at him. He feels guilty for taking advantage of her affections for him to ensure she spies on you, but he can't last another second without knowing.

"Yes, of course. I'll report back to you once I've learned who he is." She's out the window before Kaz even hears her move. He sucks in a shaky breath, he loves you. More than he's comfortable with if he's being honest, and the thought of you leaving him for someone who's comfortable touching you makes him angry enough to kill whomever the man is on sight. Angry enough to beat him until he's bloody and damn near unrecognizable. Kaz is a bastard of the barrel after all, they don't call him Dirtyhands for no reason.

Inej has been shadowing you for most of the day. You spent most of the day with Jesper, gambling, having drinks, searching for trouble. You had spent a bit of time quietly talking with Jesper, but the two of you know better than to talk loudly. You know spies like Inej exist, Kaz made sure to teach you how to keep your voice hushed. There was a pained look on your face as you sat with Jesper outside a pub. He had one of his classic warm expressions on his face, the one he uses to coax the truth out of you. He'd been victim to Kaz's anxious pestering and had decided to confront you about it. Inej hugged one of the nearby roofs, and tried to get close enough to listen.

"You can't tell anybody this Jes, I'm not joking." You say seriously and he nods instantly, scooting closer to you as your voice drops. You'd been having a problem lately, one you desperately wanted Kaz to fix but knew he couldn't.

"C'mon you know I wouldn't blab your secrets." He says with a playful smile, doing his best to ease your nerves. Jesper has also noticed you were spending more time with him than usual, but never questioned it because you were practically his sister. He loved spending time with you, but had begun to wonder if your relationship with Kaz was struggling. His concerns only heightened once he noticed how wound up Kaz seems to be about it.

"Is...everything okay with Kaz?" Jesper asks carefully, watching the look of disdain cross onto your face. Inej strains her ears, only catching Kaz's name.

"Yes. No. I don't know. It's all my fault." You push your head into your hands, feeling your entire body flush. The reason you'd been spending so much time with Jesper wasn't because you're angry with Kaz, it's because you feel no sexual attraction to Jesper. You could finally relax around him, being with Kaz all day has slowly gotten more and more difficult. You find yourself following the lines of his body with your eyes, the space between your legs dampening when you see Kaz's jaw tense or his fingers curl around his cane. He was driving you mad, you needed him so badly it was hard to think about anything else. You craved Kaz but you know you can't ask him to help with this particular problem...he isn't ready yet. That's fine, you'll wait forever if that's what it takes, but you don't want him to feel like he's neglecting you. Which is why you'd been avoiding him.

"Talk. What's bugging you? You're really starting to freak Kaz out." Jesper says softly, tilting his bottle back to swallow the alcohol inside it. Your heart sinks.

"I am? Shit." You didn't think he noticed with how busy he's been lately. Clearly he paid more attention to you than you originally thought. "Nothing is wrong, really. I'm just...frustrated."

"Why? What has he done?"

"No Jes, I'm frusrtated." You say, cheeks heating once the look of realization crosses onto his face. He chuckles.

"Oh. A year of unexpected celibacy hasn't done you any good has it?" Jesper teases, and you reach over to shove him. Inej is only catching pieces of the conversation, but the word 'celibacy' stands out like it's been outlined in neon lights. Okay, so if Jesper is teasing you about being celibate, you're clearly not cheating on Kaz.

"The first thing you need to do is be honest with Kaz. He's starting to spiral, I think." Jesper says and you feel guilt surge through you like you'd been dumped in cold water. You didn't want to worry Kaz, you just didn't want him to feel guilty for something that isn't his fault.

"Second thing you need to do is figure out a way Kaz can help you get off without having to touch you." Jesper says, as if that's the easiest thing in the world. Your cheeks color red, and you take the bottle out of Jesper's hand to take a drink. Inej definitely heard that, the more drunk you two get the less careful you are. She slinks back over the roof, knowing that she no longer needs to follow you.

"How on Earth can Kaz make me cum without touching me?" You know you should probably feel more bashful talking to Jesper about this than you do, but the first time you met him you nearly had sex with him. He's seen your entire body bare and it was halfway through the evening that the two of you came to the conclusion that it just wasn't working for either of you. Thus is the reason why you're probably more comfortable with Jesper than you should be.

"Two words my naïve friend, mutual masturbation. That way both of you can get your rocks on without having to touch each other." Jesper says, sly smile making its way onto his face once he sees the gears turning in your head.

"I am not naïve." You complain, drawing a laugh from Jesper.

"You know if Kaz ever finds out we spoke about this, he'll kill you." You mention and Jesper rolls his eyes.

"I'd like to see him try, gonna go talk to him now?" Jesper asks and you stand with a sigh.

"Yeah, I can't make him worry any longer."

Kaz was pacing back and forth in his office the entire time Inej was gone. He barely heard her re-enter through the open window, and when he laid eyes on her the first thing he noticed was her flushed complexion.

"Well? Who is he?" He asked expectantly, his heart already sinking in his stomach. She caught you sleeping with another man, that's why she looks so bashful. Why she has a hard time meeting his eye. She caught you cheating on him.

"Kaz...she isn't cheating on you." Inej says finally, and Kaz feels his eyebrows pull together.

"No, that's the only logical explanation. She has to be. What did she do today?" He demands, not at all believing Inej.

"Went drinking with Jesper, and I overheard their conversation." She begins, and Kaz stays silent, urging her to continue. There's tension in his shoulders and on his face, though Inej doesn't really know how to explain what she heard.

"I think it would be better to let Y/N explain. Trust me when I say she isn't cheating, and she should be on her way here now." Inej says and as if on cue there's a knock on his office door. He turns to face Inej again, but she's already gone. Kaz turns to open the door, and is unsurprised when he sees you standing in the hallway with a guilty look on your face. He opens the door wider to let you in, and you enter his office quickly pacing in front of his desk. Kaz closes the door behind you, watching you with nervous eyes.

"My love, please talk to me." He hates pleading, hates how weak he sounds but he can't help it. He can see the distress on your face, can see the tension being held in your body. He wants to fix it, and for a second he goes to pull you against his chest. He wants to hold you, but he feels panic crawling up his neck at the thought of touching you. Curse Pekka Rollins for damaging him the way he has, for causing this rift in his relationship.

"Kaz I promise I didn't mean to make you worry. I still love you." You rush out, needing him to know that first. Some of the worry eases then, but the concern is still there.

"I love you too darling, what's wrong? Talk to me." Kaz pushes again, taking a step closer to you. His eyes study your face, your cheeks are flushed, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you nibble anxiously.

"I'm well...I just feel uh frustrated." You say, putting it the same way you described it to Jesper hoping that Kaz catches on as Jesper did.

"Are you angry with me, love?" Kaz asks and you want to kiss him all over his face when you notice the adorably confused look on his face.

"No, not that kind of frustrated." You try again, and Kaz's eyebrows pinch together. Finally you see a look of understanding dawn his features and your cheeks turn even darker. So he was partially right, your sexual needs are not being met and you've finally begun to feel wound up. Kaz knew this would happen eventually, he's been hoping you don't leave him because of it.

"B-But I have an idea... if you're up for it." You start carefully, and Kaz swallows thickly. He's not sure he's ready to touch you, he wants to, can feel the urge bubbling beneath his skin. But he isn't there yet.

"Sweetheart I'm not sure I can touch you just yet," Kaz begins gently, guilt on his face as his eyes soften.

"You don't have to, just hear me out...please?" You beg, and the needy look in your eyes nearly makes his knees buckle. You feel like you could combust at any moment, the heat coursing through you is suffocating. Kaz has seen you naked by now, but neither of you have ever done anything like this.

"You could make me feel good, b-but I'll be your hands. Your voice alone could make me cum Kaz." You say shyly, watching his eyebrows shoot up at your words.

"You could make yourself feel good too, w-we could do it together." You explain, watching warmth crawl up Kaz's neck. A look you don't recognize crosses onto Kaz's face, it makes your entire body feel boneless at the intensity in his eyes.

"My pretty girl wants me to help her masturbate? Is that it?" His voice is low, a near purr and it sends heat straight between your thighs. Kaz knows you need more from him, and if his voice is how he can help meet your sexual needs then he'll do it. He'll do damn near anything if you ask him to. You nod instantly, already feeling tingles going south.

"Sit on the couch." He says, his voice rough as he pulls his office chair out to sit down in front of his desk. Before he sits, he turns for his office door.

"Undress." His voice is commanding, as is his presence in the room. You feel your heart hammering against your ribcage as your shaky palms shed your clothing layer by layer. Kaz also closes and locks the window before he sits back in his office chair. His eyes drink up every inch of bare skin that is slowly being revealed to him. You sit back against the couch once your undergarments fall to the floor and you're naked before him. You feel nervous, but the heat in his gaze is enough to make arousal pool between your legs.

"Spread your legs for me my love, I want to see you." He says, his voice still holding its commanding tone. It was obvious that despite the fact that he isn't touching you he's still very much in charge here- totally in control of your pleasure. You do as he asks, shyly spreading your legs and revealing your glistening folds to him. Kaz feels his pants tighten at the sight of you, you're practically dripping onto his couch.

"My poor girl, look at you. Must have been in desperate need of release for days. You should have came to me sooner, love." Kaz says softly, his voice making your body heat up. You nod fervently, your skin buzzing and you haven't even begun touching yourself yet. Subconsciously you seem to have submit to him already, accepting that he's the one in control. That you can't do anything without his say so, you should have known that he would be domineering in bed.

"Show me how you touch yourself when I'm not around." Kaz instructs and you send him a bashful look. You've never had such a direct audience to such an intimate moment before, but there's nobody else you could imagine doing this for. You lean back comfortably against the couch, your eyes landing on Kaz and you seriously have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight of him. He's lounging back in his office chair like a King sat upon his throne. His legs are spread, and there's an obvious bulge in his pants. His eyes are dark and lust blown, his gaze glued between your legs.

You snake a palm down your stomach, your fingers lightly teasing your clit causing you to throw your head back.

"Keep your eyes on me." Kaz demands and you can't help but obey. You lift your head to keep your eyes on him as your fingers swirl circles on your clit.

"Tell me what to do Kaz, please." You whine, and the desperation in your voice makes his dick twitch. You see him subtly adjust himself as your fingers continue to play with your clit and run down along your slit. Kaz swallows harshly, his mind feeling unfocused and all he can do is watch the way you play with yourself.

"Push one finger inside yourself love, just one." He says breathlessly, and you obey and push one lithe finger in. You moan softly, pumping your finger but it's not enough. Your hips wriggle against the couch and Kaz can see that you need more.

"Play with your clit darling, and keep pumping that finger." Kaz instructs and the smooth undertone of his voice is making shivers run down your spine. Your other hand rubs harsh circles on your clit, and you feel like the temperature in the room has risen at least 10 degrees.

"You are breathtaking my love, an absolute vision." Kaz praises softly, he can't take his eyes away from your beautiful cunt. Your finger is wet with your slick every time it leaves your heat, and your lips are parted as soft moans escape you. He learned a long time ago that you like to be praised, that you crave those words of affection. He isn't big on being affectionate in public, but he usually compliments you every so often. If only to watch your cheeks darken and the goosebumps raise along your skin. He watches a shiver run down your spine at his words.

"You're doing so good my love, add another finger for me." Kaz says, and you push 2 fingers into your soaked cunt. Kaz palms himself through his pants, he's beginning to strain painfully against his pants.

"Kaz touch yourself, please I want to watch." You beg and Kaz swears in that moment he's died and gone to heaven. How could someone as beautiful and perfect as you be spread out naked on his couch? And yet he's still too afraid to touch you. He swallows thickly as he continues to watch you thrust your fingers into your cunt, and he's scrambling to open his pants enough to pull himself free. As soon as his cock is freed he's releasing a sigh of relief.

"Go faster my love, I want to watch you ruin that tiny little cunt." Kaz nearly pleads and you instantly pick up the pace, slamming your fingers into yourself. You moan again once you feel that coil winding in your stomach and heat sears through your entire body when you watch Kaz wrap a gloved hand around himself. You watch with lidded eyes as he begins to pump his shaft slowly, a soft groan escaping his lips. This is by far the most erotic thing you've ever done, and you've had your fair share of lovers before you begun dating Kaz.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum Kaz, can I? Please?" You ask, needing his permission before you let yourself release. Kaz growls softly, his own hand speeding up and jerking himself faster. He can see how fucked out you looked, he could hardly fathom how you'd look once he actually works up the courage to touch you.

"Yes sweetheart, cum for me. Look me in the eyes darling." Kaz says, and your eyes lock onto his as you feel your orgasm wash over you. You cry out softly, your body convulsing as you gush all over your fingers. Kaz feels his own orgasm creeping up on him as he watches you cum, you've never looked more beautiful. You suddenly get an idea and pull yourself onto your knees before him, making sure to keep your hands to yourself. You sit between his spread legs and look up into his eyes, blinking your doe eyes up at him makes him groan softly.

"Cum on my face." You say it so casually Kaz almost doesn't hear you. He feels heat sear through him once he registers what you've said, and he keeps quickly pumping himself. His head tosses back as the pleasure builds, but he can't help but pull his gaze back to you. You're waiting with your mouth open, eyes fixed on his.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful on your knees before me. Don't move my love, let me cum on your face." Kaz gasps, feeling his orgasm hit him suddenly. His chest heaves as white ropes of cum land on your face, mostly in your mouth. You hum happily as you swallow it down, wiping it off your cheeks and licking it off your fingers. Kaz watches with hooded eyes as you smile up at him, and then he does something you don't expect.

He leans forward and briefly presses his lips against yours to give you a quick kiss. It's quick, but its the first skin to skin contact with Kaz you've ever had. You beam up at him, and he's never seen you look happier than you did in that moment. He feels guilt seeping into his mind, has he really deprived you so much that a simple kiss brings you so much joy? Do you feel satisfied with him or is he damning you to a lifetime of longing for more? Kaz feels his skin prickling uncomfortably, but he leans down and presses a more firm kiss to your lips. He wants you to feel fulfilled. His lips move softly against yours until he feels nausea turn in his stomach and he pulls away. His heart is racing and he has to repeat to himself that it's just you, just you sitting naked in his office. He's safe, everything is fine. He has to repeat this to himself to keep the oncoming panic attack away.

All because of a simple kiss.

"Don't push yourself my love." You remind him softly as you lift yourself from the floor. He wants to reach out and take you in his arms, wants to press his face against the soft skin of your tummy. But he can't and he hates himself for it. Hates that you have to baby him and deprive yourself of the intimacy he knows you crave.

"Was this good my love, was it enough?" Kaz asks softly, hating how vulnerable he sounds. You turn, surprise on your face as you look at him.

"It was perfect Kaz, what's wrong?" You ask softly, reaching down to start pulling your clothes on.

"Are you happy with me? Am I fulfilling your needs?" Kaz tucks himself back into his pants and watches as you put your clothes back on. You look like a Goddess as you do.

"Kaz being with you has made me the happiest I've ever been in my life. You always make sure I want for nothing, where is this coming from?" You ask sadly, and your heart is breaking. How could he ever think he isn't enough for you as he is?

"You were sexually frustrated but didn't feel comfortable telling me because...because I can't touch you. Doesn't that bother you?" Kaz asks, hesitantly meeting your eye when you move to stand in front of him.

"Kaz...I just didn't want to make you feel bad. I don't mind that you can't touch me, I love you as you are." You reassure him but he still holds so much tension in his shoulders.

"You say that now. But can you handle not being touched...forever? I don't think you'll feel the same way 10 years from now." Kaz says, already having made his mind up on the matter.

"Kaz-"

"I want to take that step with you Y/N, I will overcome my...aversion...to ensure I meet all of your needs. Especially your sexual needs. Just be patient with me, please." Kaz says softly and you feel your heart swell at his promise. You nod with a soft smile, wishing you could wrap your arms around him and inhale his scent.

"I love you Kaz, always." You promise and you finally see the tension ebbing away from his shoulders.

"I love you darling."

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the final Lady Sharpe part 7: the air of finality

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @ellooo0ooo

Summary: The time has come for you to head back into the city and finish the plan you'd agreed on with Thomas your first night at Allerdale Hall

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning/s: married idiots in love angst; steamy (?) makeout session; mentions of Lucille; mentions of divorce [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Thomas & Reader are married (for now)

This is nice, Thomas mused, smiling to himself as he opened his eyes to the bedroom awash with the morning light and seeing you still sleeping peacefully in his arms. He lightly ran his fingers through your hair, the motion causing your sleeping form to stir and hold him a bit tighter, a sigh escaping your lips as you positioned your head to rest on his chest.

This was the picture of tranquility as far as he was concerned. All he needed moving forward was knowing that your face would be the first thing he sees in the morning, and the last before he sleeps in the night.

But what put his heart at a state of unease was the knowledge that this tranquility would not last forever. Your wounds from your altercation with Lucille during her arrest were all but fully healed, mercifully none of them quite as severe as to lead to a scar.

I want you to stay, the words defiantly tried to fight out from the back of his throat, weighing his tongue down like lead. What use is this freedom if I don't get to spend it with the woman I love?

He couldn't help but to place a tender kiss to the crown of your head, his fingers grasping at the fabric of your nightgown desperately. The motion caused you to stir again, this time a grumble slipping through your lips. "Good morning," you mumbled, almost incoherently.

"Good morning, wife," he said softly, reverently. Savoring the word on his tongue for fear it may be his last chance to call you that.

"l think I'll be going into town today," you said, moving out of his embrace and stretching your arms out. "I've finished with penning Edith's novel some days ago, and her spirit passed on when I swore to her I'd have the book published. That shall be my task for today. Along with some…other errands."

You forced a smile on your face as you reached for his hand. Had you not been so focused on masking your own emotions, if you listened closely you might have heard the sound of the baronet's heart splintering at your words.

No, it's too soon, the words danced on the tip of his tongue. Instead the words that escaped him were, "Let me make you some breakfast then, darling." He could barely say the next words aloud. "Before you go."

If you didn't know any better, you would have thought that Thomas was trying to stall you from leaving the manor and going into the city. Starting with the more elaborate than usual breakfast he'd prepared of breakfast sausage and scrambled eggs and even jam on toast, and then suggesting that you two have your tea in the library.

That was where you two were now, seated together on a chaise as your husband held you close to him, hand skimming aimlessly up and down your arm while he read aloud the lines of Shakespeare's sixty-fifth sonnet. And while it was all too tempting to allow yourself to succumb into the comfort of his embrace, and the familiarity of his company, the somber truth was that this comfort and familiarity was simply not yours to keep.

"O, none, unless this miracle have might,

That in black ink my love may still shine bright," he finished softly, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before turning the page.

A quick look out the window had a pit of dread sinking into your stomach once again. If you were being truthful with yourself, it hadn't left since woke earlier this morning. But now, on this uncharacteristically and almost offensively sunny day, you could see that the sun was steadily reaching its highest point.

"That really was lovely, Thomas." You forced yourself to give him a small smile as you finished off your tea. "I should get going…if I want to catch the printing press before the day ends."

The smile that illuminated his beautiful face dropped at your words, and you wanted nothing more than to take them back. To know what the right words were to get him to smile at you and brighten the room once more. Power through this, Y/N, you told yourself. He will smile again soon enough, and that should be worth all this heartache. Even if you will not be the one to see it after today.

"Very well," he said, his voice suddenly strained before he cleared his throat. He offered his hand to you, helping you stand. "I shall see you to the door." His face was stone cold as he walked you to the massive double doors of the manor.

Despite your effort to think of quite literally anything else, your mind ruefully wandered to your first night here in Allerdale Hall just barely over a month ago. When he lifted you into his arms to bring you across the threshold. At no point in your entire endeavor did you think that this part would cause such a heavy ache in your heart. That you would have to dig deep into your soul to find the strength to walk away from the man that you wanted nothing more than to call your husband.

"This shouldn't take too long, hopefully I'll be back before to--" Your words were cut short, dying with a faint squeak when Thomas pulled you into his arms and laid his lips on yours in a fevered kiss.

You allowed yourself this last indulgence, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of his lips moving against yours. Of him wrapping his arm around you to pull you in closer, hold you tighter. Of the way your entire body weakened when he licked into your mouth and his tongue tangled with yours, your muffled moans the only sound that filled the vast emptiness of the manor.

"Hurry back, wife," he said shakily when he pulled away, pressing a final soft kiss to your lips before he loosened his hold on you. He didn't take his eyes off you until the carriage began to move, offering you a somber smile and a wave before walked back into the house, closing the door behind him.

Only when Allerdale Hall was so far from  your view did you allow the tears to roll down your face, crying into your sleeve knowing that you'd shared your final kiss with your husband. And by the day's end you would no longer be Y/N Sharpe.

Had you given in to the urge to turn back around and return to the manor, you would have found the baronet in a similar state, sat on the floor and crying his heart out, pleading with any god that would listen that there had to be another way.

"All you have to do now is sign this affidavit that according to your findings from your investigation independent of Scotland Yard's, the evidence you found that could incriminate Thomas Sharpe was circumstantial and negligible," Jeffries told you, handing you over a thin bundle of papers that summarized the nearly four weeks that you spent in Allerdale Hall. It almost felt surreal seeing that time condensed into such impersonal words.

He handed you a pen, one of the secretaries at the station walking over and giving him another stack of papers. A lump formed in your throat at the sight. You knew exactly what those papers held. And once you'd signed your affidavit, that stack was slid over the desk in your direction.

"And the dissolution of marriage documents," he said, visibly pausing when he made a motion to place a hand on your shoulder. "Are you sure about this, Y/N? That this is something that you both want? He seemed rather--"

"It's what's best, Jeffries," you cut him off. "I didn't help him get out of one prison just to keep him in another."

Before you could even second guess yourself, you took the papers from the detective and scribbled your signature on the last page. You wouldn't be able to sign it in front of Thomas; you knew yourself far too well.

"So that's that then," you said a touch too loudly, forcing a smile onto your face as you tied the papers together with a long string of twine before shoving them back in the envelope. You smoothed your hands over your dress as you stood before holding your hand out to Jeffries. "Thank you. I should be available again for any new cases that may arise sometime next week."

"Sharpe--I mean, Y/L/N," he corrected himself. "I say this as a friend, you faced off against a woman who I can only refer to as one of the most horrifying, hedonistic, and sadistic criminals that any one of us would have ever had the displeasure of knowing. And you evaded her poisons and her cleaver for the better part of a month while you put together and executed a plan that can now put her away for the rest of your natural life. You deserve some time off. Allow yourself to unwind before jumping back into the thick of it with the rest of us."

You knew that he meant well, but something that he would likely never understand was the simple yet somber truth that you needed to get back into the overwhelming load from taking on a new case. Otherwise you would be left alone in your apartment in the city, with nothing but the memories of the nights with Thomas to keep you company.

Especially your memories of your night together at the post office.

"I'll think about it," you told him, shaking the detective's hand before heading out of the station.

The officers that were taking down the case files for Edith and Enola and the rest of Lucille's victims stopped when you drew closer, offering you pats on the back and their congratulations for closing the cases. And for finally being able to give the families that mourned them the closure that they surely needed to move forward.

Your next stop was fairly straightforward. The bank. To deposit a token of gratitude extended to you by the family of your most recent solve from before you married Thomas. With the amount being added to your account, you briefly contemplated taking that time off that Jeffries had mentioned, but brushing off the idea just as quickly.

Afterward you purchased two bouquets of tulips and headed to the cemetery. It took a while to find them, but eventually you landed at the graves of Edith Cushing and Enola Sciotti.

"I've come to give you my thanks," you said, hoping that wherever their souls had gone since leaving Allerdale Hall, they could still somehow hear you. "If it weren't for your help, I'd probably be a ghost, too. And we'd all be stuck in that manor.

"Wherever you've found yourselves, I hope it's someplace breathtakingly beautiful and we can all see each other again one day. Just…maybe not so soon. Who knows? Maybe there's life left for me to live. Somewhere else…with someone else."

You choked on those last words, the pit in your stomach worsening knowing that in just a few short hours you'd have to stand and watch as Thomas signed his name on those forsaken papers. And you'd have to hold back every impulsive thought to stop him.

"I suppose since it's only us here, I can allow myself the indulgence of a touch of honesty," you spoke into the foggy London air, letting the tears roll down your cheeks with no thought of wiping them away. "I don't want to leave him, and I know that's selfish because that just means I'm keeping him hostage in my own twisted way. But I love him, and that's why I want to keep him. But it's also because I love him that I can't--No, I shouldn't be selfish."

Your heart ached as you finally confessed, saying the words you'd been protecting so fiercely for weeks now.

"But he deserves to have his life back," you said with a sniffle, standing up and resting your hand on Edith's tombstone. "And you deserve peace, my friend. I'll be seeing you…someday."

You righted yourself back up to your feet, smoothing your hands over your dress again before you called for a carriage back to your apartment in the city. There would be much tidying up to do considering how long you'd been away, and it was best to get to that before you returned there again with a shattered heart.

The divorce documents weighed heavily in both your satchel and your heart. Would you even be able to watch as Thomas signed his name next to yours? Could you bear to see the smile of relief on his heartbreakingly handsome features once he regained his freedom?

Ultimately you knew that you couldn't, but that you must. And you must do it without a word of protest, and with a smile on your face. This was to be a day for celebration for the baronet. You refused to be the one to put a dampener on the mood.

Walking down the familiar halls of your old apartment building nearly felt as if the gods were taunting you. Tutting and tsk'ing away as they watched you return to where you began, seeing the adventure you'd found yourself on and foolishly falling in love with the very man you had to bid farewell to in a few short hours.

This place that had once been a safe haven, somewhere for you to rest and recuperate and put your blades away, now reminded you of your twisted failure in life. Finally finding what you'd thought to be love only to be brought into the path of that wretched Lucille. And then for the events to unfold the way they had, leading to what may very well be the biggest arrest of your career.

You'd put away what both you and your colleagues at Scotland Yard could objectively classify as a serial killer. Put an end to the maniacal Sharpe's ways for the rest of her natural life. Brought closure to four grieving families.

In truth, you should be celebrating this win as well. And all you could think about was your impending goodbye.

An unfamiliar shape by your door caught your attention, finally looking up and nearly dropping your keys from the complete shock to your entire body once you'd gotten close enough to realize who was at your door.

"Thomas?"

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! Gonna kick off the year with hopefully a good productivity kick that'll set the scene for the rest of 2025 because goddammit there's so much I wanna write, there's like 4 more things in my current writing queue (including something from RTC, something from OLTK, the start of 'back to you' FINALLY, and the smutty conclusion to 'feels like mine')…and then there's even more after that 🫡

Also back in 2022 when I planned out the story points for this series, I really did intend to leave this chapter at that cliffhanger and I fully intended to deliver…and hopefully the final (?) chapter will find its way into my noggin soon 🫠

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[hopefulromances]

Could you write a Roy or Jamie fic with a female character who is anxious and maybe doesn’t feel confident or good enough for them? Thank you 🥰

This one has sat in my inbox for like 8 weeks? Just cause i am an anxious non-confident person and wrote and rewrote this one like 10 times i think. I've been going through a pretty deep depression and have no self esteem and rlly wanted to do this one justice. So i hope you enjoy!

There was a soft rumbling of thunder outside. Jamie rushed in the front door, shaking his hair back and forth to get the wet rain off of it. It was the off-season, which meant no day training, but Roy still came by at 4am and again at 5pm for a run and workout. They'd cut their training short today because of the rain. It was one day off, Roy figured they could both use the break.

Jamie slipped off his shoes and padded back upstairs, excited to slip back into the warm bed with you. When he opened the door, his heart melted at the sight. There you were, curled up in bed with his pillow cuddled tightly to your chest. Your nose was shoved right into the pillowcase, getting as much of Jamie's scent as possible.

He smiled, softly, tiptoeing over to the side of the bed,and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He wanted to get in right now, but you would kill him if he got in with his rain wet clothes on.

He rushed through a quick shower before throwing his boxers on. You were still fast asleep, holding on tightly to his pillow. It was so sweet he could die. Instead, he carefully untangled your limbs from the pillow and let you rest your head on his chest instead. Your body immediately recognized his warmth and wrapped themselves around him tightly.

"Jamie? You're home?" You're sleep heavy voice spoke up.

"Hi, love," Jamie cooed, pushing your hair off your face. "Grandad couldn't handle the rain."

"Was afraid you were gone forever," you murmured, not quite awake.

Jamie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Always afraid you won't come back," you answered, before falling right back into your deep sleep.

While you snuggled into closer to him, Jamie felt himself struck by what you said. Did you really mean that? You weren't sure if he'd come back? He held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

He did fall asleep eventually, after holding on to you for as long as he could before drifting off. What woke him was your lips on his face, kissing his jaw then his cheek, getting him awake enough to meet you as you reached his lips.

"Morning, Jay," you greeted, smiling as he opened his eyes.

"Morning, Beautiful," he grumbled, pulling you back down to his lips. It wasn't often that you could wake up together. These sacred moments in the morning waking up to a lazy kiss, they were cherished by Jamie. When you pulled back he kept his hand on your cheek, skimming his fingers over your cheek.

"Why are you afraid I won't come back?"

He didn't want to ruin the moment. But looking at you in this moment, he couldn't imagine ever wanting to leave you. He didn't want you to live in fear of him living.

"What?" you pulled away from him.

"When I came back this morning," he explained, sitting up in the bed. "You said you were afraid I wouldn't come back. "

He watched your face as your processed what he said. "I was... I was probably dreaming I have no idea what you're talking about."

You sat up as well, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Jamie followed, sitting behind you. He brought his hands to your shoulders, digging his thumbs into your back.

"But it's true, isn't it?" he asked, softly, kissing your neck where it met your shoulder.

"Jamie..."

"Please, talk to me," he insisted, pulling you so you were facing him on the bed.

You wouldn't meet his eyes. You stared straight down at the bed sheets, tugging at a loose string. He pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. He saw the sparkle of unshed tears and it broke his heart.

"You could just- fuck- you could do so much better than me." You voice broke as you spoke. "And I know that you've dated models and athletes and, jesus, I'm fucking... I'm nothing."

"(Y/N), what are you-"

"I'm not skinny and fit, I sit in here all day waiting for motivation to do something worthwhile. And you're out there, being fantastic, and amazing, and everytime you leave I'm just waiting for you to realize that. Or meet someone else who's better and just... never come back."

Jamie genuinely felt speechless. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even looked at anyone else the way he looked at you. How could you... how did you not see.

"You think I'm going to leave you?" He really just needed to confirm.

"Jamie, don't make fun of me."

"No, no, no, I'm not, I'm just," he let out a laugh. "I just need to make sure I know what you're saying." You shrugged, wiping at your nose. "Oh, babe, c'mere."

He pulled you into his chest. You clung onto him, letting his arms pull you into his lap. He was so strong and solid. You rested your head on his chest as he pulled your legs across his thighs.

"I'm not leaving you, ever," Jamie whispered, resting his temple on your head. "I can't leave you." You closed your eyes, kissing his chest. "I love you so much. You're all I want. All I need. And if I need to say that to you everyday to remind you I will."

You held him tightered, your arms tight around his waist as he collected you and laid back against the leopard print headrest.

"Please believe me," he said so quietly. Like he was begging, pleading with you to feel the depth of his love for you. "Please."

You nodded minutely. And maybe you were just pleasing him. But from that moment on he'd make it his goal to make sure you knew just how much he loved you. Make sure that when he left, he'd always find his way back home.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Rough Around The Edges (Kinktober)

Word Count: 3.5k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Stranger Things characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used, nor do I claim to own them.

Steve Harrington chuckled softly as he stood in front of you, a playful glint in his eyes. He leaned in close, his body language oozing confidence as he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper. "You look absolutely irresistible tonight, you know that?" he murmured, his knuckles skimming against your bare arm, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. Your heart skipped a beat at Steve's words, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His presence alone was enough to set your pulse racing, and as he drew closer, you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied, summoning up a coy smile. Your eyes flicked over his broad shoulders and muscular frame, taking in every inch of him with unabashed admiration. Steve couldn't help but chuckle at your compliment, a smirk playing on his lips. He stepped back slightly, giving himself some space to admire the view. "I've been told I have quite the charm," he said, a teasing note in his voice. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before tracing his finger along your jawline, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch. "But I think it's time we put that charm to good use."

The sensation of his touch sent jolts of electricity through your body, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, your breath quickening as he continued to trace along your jawline. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but shiver at the intimacy of the moment. "And how exactly do you plan on using that charm?" you asked, meeting his gaze with a sultry look in your eyes. Steve's eyes darkened with desire as he looked into yours, the playful glint replaced by something much more intense. "Well," he began, his voice low and husky, "I'm thinking we start by getting a little closer." Without waiting for an answer, he pulled you towards him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. You could feel every hard contour of his body pressed against yours, and the heat radiating from him was almost overwhelming. You let out a shaky breath as you found yourself enveloped in Steve's embrace, your heart racing as his chest pressed against yours. You could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart, and the warmth of his skin against yours sent shivers down your spine. Steve's arms were like steel bands around you, holding you firmly against him with a possessiveness that was both thrilling and slightly terrifying. "Mmm, this is pretty close," you said, attempting a cheeky smile as you tilted your head back to look into his eyes. Steve's eyes locked onto yours, the intensity in them making your breath catch in your throat. "Not close enough yet," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you even tighter against him. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach, and the knowledge that you had this effect on him only heightened your own desire. "I want to feel every inch of you," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Every curve, every soft spot… I want to map out this incredible body of yours until I can recite it all by heart."

The words sent a wave of heat through your body, and you couldn't help but let out a small gasp as Steve's hands gripped your hips, drawing you even closer. You could feel the firm lines of his body against yours, the heat of his breath against your ear sending shivers down your spine. "That could take a while," you said, your voice slightly huskier than usual. "There's a lot of me to map out." A deep chuckle rumbled in Steve's chest, vibrating against you. "Oh, I don't mind taking my time," he said, his hands moving to explore further, tracing the contours of your sides before settling on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "In fact, I think I'd enjoy it." His lips hovered just above yours, tantalizingly close, but not quite touching. "So, why don't we start somewhere comfortable? Like maybe right here against this wall?" The feel of his hands roaming over your body was almost too much, and you found yourself leaning against the wall for support, your breath coming in short gasps. "Here?" you asked, meeting his gaze with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Right against this wall?" You could already feel the cool surface against your back, and the idea of Steve pinning you up against it was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. "Exactly here," Steve confirmed, his voice a low growl of desire. He pressed his body fully against yours, trapping you between him and the wall. His hands moved to cradle your face, tilting it up to meet his lips in a bruising kiss. It was rough and demanding, filled with the pent-up longing that had been building since the first moment he laid eyes on you. His tongue explored your mouth, tangling with yours in a dance as old as time.

You melted under the intensity of Steve's kiss, your body arching against him as he pressed you up against the wall. His lips moved with a bruising force as if he couldn't get close enough to you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, seeping into your own and igniting a fire within you. You let out a soft moan as his tongue traced the curves of your mouth, dancing with yours, the world outside fading away until there were only the two of you, lost in this moment of primal passion. The sound of your moan only fueled Steve's desire, his kisses growing more insistent, more demanding. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that bordered on desperation. He broke the kiss long enough to whisper against your lips, "I need you. Right now." His fingers worked at the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to tease the sensitive skin of your abdomen, inching ever closer to the swell of your breasts. The touch of his fingers against your bare skin was almost too much, and you felt a sharp inhale as he gently caressed your stomach. You could feel the heat of his body pressing against you, the evidence of his desire for you leaving no room for doubt. "I need you too," you whispered, your voice a ragged pant. "Right here, right now." Your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly in your eagerness to be closer to him.

With a groan of approval, Steve helped you remove his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands returned to your body, kneading the flesh of your thighs as he lifted you slightly, aligning your bodies perfectly. You could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you, teasing you with its proximity. "God, you're perfect," he breathed out, his voice thick with lust. He ground himself against you, seeking friction, pleasure, anything to satisfy the burning need coursing through his veins. A gasp escaped your lips as Steve lifted you against him, a shiver running through your body as you felt his hardness press against you. You let your hands move over his bare chest, tracing the taut muscles of his torso, feeling the heat radiating off him. "Hardly perfect," you managed to gasp back, your body arching against his, meeting the grinding of his hips with your own. "But I'm all yours, right now." Steve captured your mouth again, kissing you fiercely, hungrily, as if he wanted to devour you whole. His hands slid under your ass, squeezing the rounded globes as he held you aloft. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, locking your ankles behind his back. The new angle allowed him to grind against your core, the friction delicious even through the barrier of your clothes. "Fuck," he panted against your mouth. "I could lose myself in you so easily." His teeth nipped at your lower lip, tugging lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Let me lose myself in you." The words were a plea, a demand, a promise all rolled into one. His hands slid higher, cupping your ass, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing at all.

You felt weightless in his arms as if nothing in the world could tear you apart from him. The feel of his lips and teeth on your skin, the touch of his hands on your body, it was all intoxicating. You could feel the fire in your belly growing, a fierce hunger building with each movement of his hips against you. "Lose yourself in me then," you whispered back, your voice trembling with a mixture of desire and surrender. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm all yours, for as long as you want me." The words were music to Steve's ears, fueling his desire even further. He carried you towards the couch, his movements were fluid and sure. Once there, he laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. He stood at the edge, looking down at you with an expression of pure, unadulterated lust. Slowly, deliberately, he began to undress, revealing inch after glorious inch of his muscular body. When he finally stood before you completely naked, you drank in the sight of him – the broad shoulders, the chiseled abs, the impressive length of his arousal standing proud and eager. "Like what you see?" he teased, his voice dripping with arrogance and pride. As Steve stood there before you, completely bare, your eyes widened in admiration. He was a vision of strength and power, his muscular physique a testament to the amount of time he put into his body. But it wasn't just his physical presence that made your breath hitch – it was the way he held himself, the confidence radiating off him in waves. "Yes," you murmured, your voice betraying the hunger that had settled low in your stomach. "More than you know."

A smirk played on Steve's lips at your response, his ego swelling with satisfaction. He reached down, grasping his rigid cock and giving it a few slow strokes, coating it in pre-cum. "Then why don't you tell me how bad you want it?" he challenged his voice a low purr. "Tell me exactly what you need from me." His eyes bored into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but finding only a burning intensity that matched his own. You met his gaze head-on, your own eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "I need you inside me," you declared, your voice clear and unwavering. "I need to feel every inch of you filling me up, stretching me open. I need you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone else before." The words spilled out of you, raw and honest, fueled by a desperate ache that had taken root deep within your core. "Make me forget about everything except the feeling of you moving inside me." The challenge in your words lit a fire under Steve, his cock throbbing with need. Without another word, he positioned himself between your spread legs before pulling them over his shoulders, the tip of his member teasing at your entrance. "As you wish," he growled, pushing into you slowly, savoring the sensation of your tightness enveloping him. He watched your face intently, drinking in every flinch, every moan, every gasp that slipped past your lips. He pulled back, only to thrust forward again, deeper this time, claiming you inch by exquisite inch.

A cry of pleasure escaped your throat as Steve entered you, the stretch of your walls around him sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back off the couch, pressing yourself further onto him, wanting to take every last inch. "Oh god… yes…" you moaned, your hands reaching out to grasp at his hips, urging him to move faster, harder. Each thrust sent shockwaves of delight through your entire being. Driven by your moans and pleas, Steve picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward with relentless precision. He leaned down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send spikes of pain shooting straight to your clit. "You like that?" he grunted, his voice rough with exertion. "You like my cock fucking you senseless?" His hand snaked down between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen bud and circling it mercilessly. The dual sensations of his teeth on your sensitive nipple and his fingers stroking your clit pushed you closer to the brink, your body tensing as the coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter. "Yes!" you cried out, your nails digging into the firm globes of his ass. "Fuck, Steve, don't stop! Make me come!" The words tumbled out of you, lost in the haze of bliss consuming you. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure intensifying until it exploded through you, your walls clamping down around his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

The clenching of your walls around his cock was Steve's undoing, pushing him closer to the edge. He continued to pump into you relentlessly, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, Baby," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You're gonna make me cum so hard…" Steve continued to pound into you relentlessly, his thrusts becoming more erratic, less controlled. He watched as your breasts bounced with each impact, your nipples hardened peaks begging for attention. He bent down, taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while his other hand kept rhythm with his hips. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he panted, feeling your inner walls clenching around him, signaling your impending climax. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The combination of Steve's relentless thrusts and the attention he paid to your sensitive nipples was driving you closer and closer to the edge. "Steve… I'm close," you gasped out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop… please don't stop." Your hips rose to meet his, desperate for more contact, more friction. Feeling your body tighten around him, Steve knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He increased his speed, pounding into you with a ferocity that bordered on savage. His mouth left your nipple, trailing kisses up your neck until he could capture your lips once more. "Yeah?" he spoke teasingly, his voice thick with lust. "Let me hear you scream my name." He quickly pulled out just before you came as he chuckled.

Your frustration turned to anger, which only served to heighten your arousal. "Steve!" you cried out, your voice laced with desperation. "What are you doing? Don't tease me like this." You tried to pull him back down onto you, but he resisted, his hands pinning yours above your head. "Please," you begged, your body quivering with the effort of holding back your orgasm. The sudden withdrawal only served to heighten the tension coiling tightly within you. You cried out in frustration, your body quivering with the effort of holding back your orgasm. Your voice is laced with desperation. "Please… I need you." You reached down, gripping his cock firmly, guiding it back towards your needy pussy. With your plea hanging heavy in the air, Steve relented, his cock sliding back home with a satisfying thud. He groaned loudly, feeling your slick heat envelop him once more. "That's what I thought," he muttered, picking up where he'd left off, his thrusts even more powerful than before. He released your wrists, allowing you to run your hands over his body, scratching and clawing at his skin. "Scream for me," he commanded his voice a low growl. Your frustration melted away, replaced by a wave of overwhelming relief as Steve's cock filled you completely once more. You screamed, loud and uninhibited, as your orgasm washed over you. Your inner walls clenched tightly around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. "Steve! Yes! Fuck, yes!" you shouted, your voice echoing throughout the room. The intense pleasure coursed through your veins, making your limbs tremble and your mind go blank.

Steve felt your walls clamp down around him, squeezing his cock like a vice grip. It took every ounce of willpower not to let go right then and there. Instead, he gritted his teeth and powered through, determined to bring you to the brink of madness. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock." He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl, over and over again, until you were nothing more than a writhing mess beneath him before he pulled out again. Your body was a tangle of sensations, your orgasm still rippling through you, leaving you gasping and panting for air. "No, no, no," you whimpered, reaching for him desperately. "Don't stop. Please, Steve, don't stop." You needed more, craved the release that only he could provide. Your hands found their way to his ass, digging in as if trying to draw him back to you. Seeing the desperation in your eyes, Steve couldn't help but smile wickedly. He loved having this kind of control over you, knowing that he could push you to the very limits of your sanity. He waited a moment, letting the anticipation build, before finally slamming back into you with a grunt. This time, he didn't hold back, fucking you with wild abandon, chasing his own release. "Fuck," he cursed, his movements becoming jerky and uneven. "You feel so damn good." He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the actions of his cock. His balls drew up tight, signaling his impending orgasm. He tore his mouth away, locking eyes with you. "I'm gonna come," he panted, his voice gravelly. "Where do you want it?"

Your answer was immediate and urgent. "Inside me," you pleaded, your voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. "Fill me up, Steve. I want to feel you coming undone." Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper, desperate for that final connection. "Now, Steve. Please, now." With your words spurring him on, Steve gave one final, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being fully sheathed within you. Then, with a roar of pure satisfaction, he began to move again, his hips snapping against yours with ruthless efficiency. "Fuck, here it comes," he warned his breath hitching as he felt his climax building. He leaned down, nipping at your neck, marking you as his own. "Hold on tight," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his seed spilling forth as he rode out the climax, his entire body shaking with the force of it. Your whole world narrowed down to the feeling of Steve's cock pulsing inside you, the sound of his grunts and groans filling your ears. You tightened your grip on his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as another orgasm crashed over you. "Yes! Steve!" you cried out, your voice a mix of pleasure and triumph. Your inner walls fluttered around him, coaxing his release from him.

Steve lost the last shred of control as your walls clamped down around him. With a guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible, his cock twitching and throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. "Fuck," he gasped, his hips jerking with each pulse of his release. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the couch, both of you struggling to catch your breath. After a few moments, he rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms. "Damn," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "That was incredible." As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your explosive orgasm, you couldn't help but marvel at how perfect everything had been. "Mmm," you agreed, snuggling closer to Steve. "It really was." You smiled up at him, your heart still racing from the intensity of your lovemaking. "You're amazing, Steve," you murmured, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. Steve chuckled, giving you a gentle squeeze. "I just wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Couldn't have you getting bored, now could we?" He winked at you, his playful demeanor returning. "Plus, I love seeing you squirm and beg for it. It's pretty hot." He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "But don't worry, I won't leave you hanging next time. Promise." You laughed softly, shaking your head in amusement. "Tease," you teased, poking his chest playfully. But you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you at his admission. Knowing that he enjoyed watching you lose control was incredibly arousing. "Well, just remember, you asked for it," you said with a smirk, trailing your fingers lower, teasing the sensitive skin of his abdomen. "Next time, maybe I'll be the one in charge." Your voice dropped to a sultry purr, your intentions clear.