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The Edge of Desire - Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader.

Summary : You had entered his life like a storm sweeping through the desert sands. A princess of Dorne, your heritage was as fiery as the blood of Old Valyria that coursed through his veins. Your union had been born of political necessity—an alliance to strengthen Rhaenyra’s claim and solidify ties between the Targaryens and the Martells. But what began as duty quickly became something far deeper, far more consuming. Jace had not expected to fall so utterly, so fiercely. Yet with every smile, every glance, every whispered word exchanged beneath the stars, he found himself more ensnared by you. In you, he saw a partner, an equal, someone who challenged him and brought him peace in equal measure. And in him, you had found not just a husband but a man who would move the heavens and earth for you.

Word Count : 12,4k

Warning : just a lot of sex.

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The sound of crashing waves filled the air as you sat in the garden of Dragonstone, the salty breeze brushing against your skin. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The soft rustle of leaves mingled with the distant roars of dragons, creating a melody that had become the soundtrack of your days here.

Life had changed drastically since you married Jace. No longer the daughter living in the shadow of court politics, you were now the wife of the next heir to the Iron Throne, tied irrevocably to Rhaenyra’s cause. The weight of that knowledge rested heavily on your shoulders, but the solitude of the garden offered a brief reprieve.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment of peace, until you felt the warmth of familiar arms wrapping around your waist.

A smile tugged at your lips even before you turned. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. “Jace,” you murmured softly, leaning back into his embrace.

“You always know it’s me,” he said with a quiet laugh, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You opened your eyes, gazing at the horizon. “Who else would it be? You’re the only one who sneaks up on me like this.”

Jace chuckled, his grip on you tightening slightly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “It’s because I know where to find you. You’re always here.”

“Where else would I be?” you replied, your tone light. “Dragonstone isn’t exactly brimming with excitement.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to turn you around so you were facing him. His dark brown eyes, so much like his mother’s, softened as he looked at you. “Are you unhappy here?”

You shook your head, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “No, Jace. I’m not unhappy. It’s just… different.”

“Different how?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I suppose I miss the familiarity of Sunspear's. The life I knew before. Here, everything feels so… heavy.”

Jace’s brows furrowed as he studied you. “If you’re unhappy, we can go back. I’ll speak to my mother—”

You placed a hand on his chest, cutting him off with a small smile. “It’s not that simple, Jace. This is our life now. Your life. One day, you’ll be king, and Dragonstone is just the beginning.”

He sighed, his hands resting on your waist. “You’re my wife. Your happiness matters just as much as any throne or crown.”

Your smile softened, touched by his sincerity. “And I am happy, Jace. As long as I’m with you, I’ll always find happiness.”

His expression eased at your words, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was gentle, a silent promise that no matter how heavy the burden of duty became, you would face it together.

When he pulled back, his lips curved into a small smile. “You always know what to say to calm me.”

“That’s because I know you better than anyone,” you replied teasingly, poking his chest lightly.

Jace laughed, catching your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Come, let’s walk. The dragons have been restless today, and I want to make sure they haven’t decided to scorch the gardens.”

You laughed, allowing him to lead you through the winding paths of the garden, the sound of your joined laughter mingling with the roar of the dragons above. For now, the weight of the future could wait. Here, in this moment, it was just the two of you.

As you walked along the edge of the beach, the cool breeze tugged at your dress, the fabric flowing with the wind. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, but it was the darkness that slowly crept in around you that made the evening feel more intimate. The sky was turning a deep shade of blue, almost black, and the first stars began to twinkle overhead.

You shivered slightly, feeling the chill of the evening air seeping into your skin, and when you noticed Jace glancing at you, his eyes twinkling with a quiet amusement, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"What's so funny?" you asked, trying to ignore the slight tremor in your voice as you hugged your arms around yourself.

Jace chuckled softly, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear as he leaned in. "You're wearing that dress, and it's cold enough to make me wonder if you've forgotten what season we're in."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "I'm fine, Jace. Let's go back to the castle. The cold doesn't bother me that much."

But he shook his head, his fingers brushing your exposed skin as he reached for you, pulling you closer with a gentle but firm tug.

"No, you're cold," he said softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And I can't let my wife freeze, can I?"

Before you could protest, he enveloped you in his arms, drawing you into the warmth of his chest. His embrace was comforting, but you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as he held you close. Jace's lips brushed against your forehead, a soft, teasing kiss, before his mouth trailed down to meet yours.

The kiss was tender at first, a quiet exploration, but it deepened as his hands slid to the small of your back, pressing you closer.

The cold wind still whipped around you, but with Jace's warmth surrounding you, it seemed to vanish entirely. Your breath hitched, and without thinking, you responded, your arms winding around his neck, pulling him even closer.

Jace's kiss grew more insistent, and you could feel the pressure building as his hands roamed, tracing the curves of your body through the thin fabric of your dress. The gentle sound of the waves crashing on the shore was drowned out by the beat of your own hearts, racing in the quiet night.

"Jace..." you murmured between kisses, your voice shaky. You pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes, dark and full of desire. "It's getting late, and people will wonder where we are."

His breath was ragged as he gazed down at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Let them wonder," he whispered. "Let them talk." He kissed you again, his hands sliding lower, demanding more from you, more of your trust, your willingness. His touch was gentle but filled with a quiet power, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You couldn't deny him, not when he looked at you like that, when his touch made you feel like you were the only person in the world. The cold air seemed so far away now, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours, and the promise of what could come next.

"Jace….." you breathed, your voice catching in your throat, torn between the need to go back and the desire to stay. "We can't... not out here."

But Jace's smile only widened, and with a playful glint in his eye, he kissed you once more, pressing his lips firmly against yours.

"Why not?" he murmured against your lips. "What's wrong with the night? The world is ours, and right now, I want you to be mine, completely."

His words made your heart race even faster, and though a part of you knew you should stop, another part of you couldn't resist. You melted into him, your worries forgotten for just a moment, as you let yourself be consumed by the warmth of his touch, the passion in his Kiss.

The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks echoed faintly as Jace led you toward a hidden cave at the edge of the beach. The soft glow of the moonlight barely illuminated the entrance, casting long shadows that made the space feel secluded, almost like your own private world.

"Jace, what are we doing here?" you asked, a mix of curiosity and nervous excitement in your voice.

He glanced back at you with a sly smile, his hand firmly holding yours. "We need a little privacy, don't we? The castle is too full of eyes and ears."

Before you could respond, he turned and pulled you gently into the dim cave, the air cooler here but somehow charged with a tension that made your pulse quicken. You barely had a moment to take in your surroundings before Jace's hands were on you, his lips capturing yours in a fervent kiss.

Your back pressed against the rough surface of the cave wall, but you hardly noticed the discomfort with the way Jace was holding you. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his lips moved hungrily against yours.

"Jace..." you murmured against his lips, your voice trembling with a mix of need and uncertainty.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking with yours, filled with both tenderness and desire. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice husky. You shook your head, your breath catching as his hands tightened on your hips. "No, don't stop..."

That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips found yours again, and his hands roamed your back, holding you close as if he couldn't bear to let you go. When he kissed the corner of your mouth and trailed his lips down to your neck, you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped you.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Every time I look at you, I feel like l'm losing control."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you arched slightly against him, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "Jace... someone might notice we're gone..."

He smirked, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear. "Let them notice. Let them wonder where we are. I don't care."

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer as he continued to kiss you, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat along your skin.

The rough texture of the rocks behind you only heightened the intensity of the moment, grounding you in the reality of his touch.

You let out a soft sigh as his lips returned to yours, your hands finding their way to his hair, tugging gently as you lost yourself in the moment. The cave, the beach, the entire world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you.

"Jace..." you whispered, your voice barely audible as his lips hovered just above yours.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice deep and laced with affection as he gazed at you. You searched his eyes, seeing the love and devotion there, and smiled softly. "I love you."

His expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every second. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands cupping your face.

"And I love you," he said, his voice steady and filled with certainty. "More than anything."

The cold night air brushed against your exposed skin as Jace's hands worked skillfully, peeling away the layers of your gown with deliberate care. His lips never left yours, the heat of his kiss contrasting sharply with the cool breeze. You gasped softly into his mouth, your breath hitching as the wind sent a shiver through you, but his touch was there-warm, reassuring, and full of promise.

"Are you cold?" Jace murmured against your lips, his voice thick with concern and something darker, more possessive.

You shook your head slightly, your fingers tracing over the planes of his chest as you tugged at the tunic he wore. "Not when you're here," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, both from the chill and the fire building between you.

He smirked, his hands steady as he slid the gown from your shoulders, his fingers grazing your skin and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "Good," he said, his tone low and rough. "I don't want you thinking about anything but me right now."

You leaned up to kiss him again, your lips brushing against his in a way that was both tender and insistent. His tunic finally slipped from his shoulders, and you let your hands explore the hard lines of his chest, the muscles beneath his skin flexing under your touch.

"Jace," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

He paused, his dark eyes locking onto yours, his expression softening for a moment as he took you in. "Yes, love?"

You hesitated, your cheeks flushing slightly. "! just... I want this. I want you."

His eyes darkened, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a satisfied smirk. "You've always had me," he replied, his voice husky. "And you always will."

With that, he lowered you gently onto the sand, his hands cradling you as if you were something precious. The rough texture of the sand beneath you was a sharp contrast to the warmth of his body as he hovered over you, his gaze sweeping over you with a hunger that sent a thrill through your entire being.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His fingers trailed lightly down your side, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

You squirmed slightly under his touch, your breath hitching as his hand moved with agonizing slowness. "Jace... stop teasing me," you managed to say, your voice shaking with both frustration and anticipation.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. "Patience, my love," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the hollow of your throat. "I want to savor every moment of this."

His lips continued their slow journey along your neck, his kisses leaving a trail of heat that seemed to seep into your very soul. You arched into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, desperate for more.

"Jace," you murmured again, your voice a soft plea.

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression a mix of love and desire. "I'm here," he said, his voice steady. "I'm yours. Always."

As he lowered himself back down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender, you felt the rest of the world fade away. There was only Jace, his touch, his warmth, his love. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was drowned out by your heavy breaths and soft cries of pleasure. Your fingers tangled in Jace's hair, pulling him closer as his lips continued their agonizingly tender assault on your most sensitive spot. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you in place, refusing to let you escape the intensity of his attention.

"Jace," you gasped, your voice breaking as your body trembled under his relentless ministrations. "Please... I can't—"

He lifted his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint. His lips glistened, and he smirked as if pleased by your desperate state. "You can," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I know you can. Let go for me, my love."

Your head fell back against the cool sand, your body arching as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. You moaned his name, your voice high and breathless, and he hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"Jace, please," you begged, your voice trembling with need. "I can't take anymore."

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and filled with amusement. "Oh, but you can," he replied, his hands sliding up to grip your waist firmly. "You're stronger than you think, and I want to see just how far I can take you."

Your nails raked across his scalp, and he groaned softly at the sensation, his lips never leaving your skin. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch.

"Jace," you whimpered, your voice breaking as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

He finally slowed his movements, pressing soft kisses to your trembling thighs before climbing up your body. His hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips gentle and tender against yours.

"You're incredible," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with adoration. "Do you feel how amazing you are? How perfect you are for me?" You nodded weakly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your release.

As the night wrapped around you like a velvet blanket, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore was drowned by the quiet, intimate sounds shared between you and Jace. His body pressed closer to yours, his touch tender yet filled with the kind of passion that only he could give you.

You gasped softly as you felt him trace the inside of your thigh, his fingers grazing your skin with care. Your breathing hitched when he positioned himself and slowly, carefully, entered you. The warmth and connection were instant, making you both moan in unison at the feeling of being so utterly connected.

"Gods," Jace murmured, his voice low and shaky as he leaned down to kiss the corner of your lips. "You're perfect, every part of you."

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, making him groan deeply. His head rested in the crook of your neck as he started to move, his pace deliberate and gentle, his touch worshipful.

You arched your back to meet his rhythm, your hands gliding over the hard muscles of his back, nails grazing his skin lightly.

"Jace," you whispered breathlessly, your voice filled with longing. "I-"

"I know," he cut you off softly, his lips brushing against your ear as he increased his pace just slightly. "I feel it too."

He kissed your collarbone, his hands gripping your waist as he adjusted the angle slightly, making you gasp loudly. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging gently, earning a deep groan from him that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You're mine," he said, his voice rough with possession as he pulled back to look at you, his amber eyes blazing with intensity. "All of you. Forever."

His movements became quicker, more desperate, as though he couldn't get enough of you. You felt overwhelmed by the intensity, your body trembling as you clung to him, utterly powerless beneath his gaze and his touch.

"Jace-" you moaned his name, your voice breaking as the pleasure built inside you like a tidal wave.

He growled softly at the sound of his name on your lips, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he drove into you with more urgency. The raw need in his eyes only fueled the fire in your own body.

"You don't know what you do to me," he rasped, his voice thick as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "I lose myself in you, every time."

Your nails dug into his shoulders as the overwhelming pleasure tipped you over the edge, and you cried out his name, your entire body trembling as you reached your peak.

Jace's movements became more forceful, more urgent, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. You gasped his name as his grip on you tightened, his pace relentless.

His hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with your own as he pinned it above your head. With his other hand, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin before tilting your face to meet his intense gaze.

"Look at me," Jace demanded, his voice low and gravelly. The authority in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you obeyed, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. His amber eyes burned with a mix of desire and pride, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you, utterly undone beneath him.

"You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice softening for a moment before his expression shifted into something darker, more possessive. "My wife. My princess. And look at you now... completely at my mercy."

You whimpered softly at his words, your body responding helplessly to his every touch and movement. Jace's laughter was low and deep as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear.

"The mighty princess of Dorne," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Reduced to this... trembling and begging beneath me. Do you know how much I love seeing you like this? Completely mine."

You couldn't respond, your voice stolen by the overwhelming sensations flooding through you. All you could do was cling to him, your body arching to meet his rhythm as he continued to push you closer to the edge.

Jace's hand on your cheek slid down to your neck, his thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point as his smirk widened. "You were made for this," he growled. "For me. Say it."

You managed to whisper, "I'm yours, Jace... yours to claim, to ruin."

His eyes darkened at your words, and his grip on your neck tightened slightly-not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel the power he held over you. "Good girl," he muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Moments later, your body betrayed you, shattering under his relentless pace. You cried out his name, your body trembling violently as the waves of pleasure consumed you. Jace wasn't far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

With one final thrust, he groaned your name, his body shuddering against yours as he found his peak. He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as the two of you caught your breath.

"You're mine," Jace whispered again, his tone softer now, filled with a deep affection that contrasted with the raw intensity from moments before. "Always mine."

You nodded weakly, your body spent and your heart full. "Always," you whispered back, your voice barely audible but filled with conviction.

Jace smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. As the waves outside continued to crash against the shore, the two of you lay tangled together, lost in the warmth of each other's embrace.

As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Jace stir beneath you, his body once again responding to yours. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shifted, his strong arms gently guiding you to sit atop him. His hands lingered on your hips, holding you steady as he gazed up at you, his eyes a mix of unbridled desire and tender affection.

"Looks like you're not done yet, my love," Jace murmured, his voice low and teasing. He brushed his thumb over your breast, his smirk growing wider. "You wanted to ride a dragon, didn't you? Now's your chance."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and he laughed softly, his hands encouraging you to move. Tentatively, you began to shift your hips, eliciting a low groan from him as your movements brought the two of you closer again.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take your time. Show me how much you want me."

You couldn't help but smirk down at him, placing your hands on his chest for balance as you started to move with more confidence.

Each roll of your hips drew a deep, guttural sound from Jace, his hands gripping your waist to guide you as he gazed up at you in awe.

"You're... incredible," he breathed, his amber eyes never leaving yours. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How perfect you look right now?"

You smiled shyly at his praise but didn't stop, your movements becoming more deliberate as you found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Jace's hands roamed up and down your sides, his touch setting your skin alight as he leaned up slightly, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Breaking away just enough to speak, he murmured against your lips, "You're the only one who could ever make me feel this way. My wife, my princess, my everything."

His words spurred you on, and you moved faster, drawing a low growl from him. Jace's head tilted back slightly, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself get lost in the sensation. "Gods, you're amazing," he muttered, his voice rough.

You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "I'm yours, Jace."

At your words, his eyes snapped open, and his grip on your waist tightened. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice filled with both passion and possession.

"I'm yours," you repeated, your voice trembling with emotion as you met his gaze.

Jace let out a deep groan, his hands guiding your movements as his hips rose to meet yours. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with pride and love. "You were made for me."

Jace let out a low growl, his hands gripping your waist as he shifted your position effortlessly. In an instant, he had you beneath him, his body pressing against yours as he moved with swift and deliberate precision. Without hesitation, he buried himself deep within you, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips as his movements became rougher, more demanding.

Your fingers found their way to his shoulders, clutching him tightly as your back arched, your body responding to his intensity. The sound of your heavy breaths and desperate moans filled the air, mingling with the faint crash of waves in the distance.

"Jace," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling as his pace quickened, each thrust powerful and unrelenting.

His eyes locked onto yours, darkened with a mix of love and lust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and filled with raw emotion. "No one else will ever get to see you like this, hear you like this."

You nodded frantically, your body trembling beneath him as his words sent shivers down your spine. "only you Jace," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your shared passion.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he gazed down at you, his movements never faltering. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every reaction as he drove you higher and higher. "Look at you," he murmured, his tone almost reverent. "So perfect, so beautiful, and all mine."

Your head tilted back, a loud moan escaping your lips as he shifted slightly, his movements becoming even more precise. The sensation was overwhelming, and you clung to him as waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Jace leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I love the way your body responds to me. The way you give yourself to me so completely."

Jace growled low in his throat as his movements became more forceful, each thrust a deliberate reminder that you belonged to him and no one else. "You're mine," he hissed through clenched teeth, his hand gripping your waist tightly, pulling you back against him.

Each powerful motion sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making your moans echo across the quiet shoreline. Your fingers dug into the sand, your body trembling beneath him as you gasped, "Jace, I... I can't—"

"You can," he interrupted sharply, his voice thick with dominance and desire. "You will. You'll take all of me because you're mine."

Before you could catch your breath, he shifted suddenly, flipping you over so that your chest pressed against the cold, damp sand. You barely had time to adjust before he entered you again, filling you completely with a sharp, relentless thrust that left you crying out his name.

"Look at you," he growled, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to prevent your face from pressing into the gritty surface below. "You're perfect like this— right where you belong. Beneath me. Completely mine."

Your body trembled at his words, his deep, possessive tone weaving through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind. "Jace... please..." you begged, though you weren't even sure what you were pleading for.

He smirked, his free hand gripping your hip to keep you steady as he thrust into you harder, faster. "Please what, my love?" he taunted, his voice low and teasing. "Tell me what you want. Say it."

"I'm yours," you gasped, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation. "I belong to you, Jace."

"That's right," he murmured, satisfaction lacing his tone as he leaned over you, his chest brushing against your back. His lips grazed your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You'll always be mine. No one else can ever touch you like this."

His hand slid from your hair to your shoulder, holding you firmly in place as he continued to take you with an intensity that left you breathless. Your cries grew louder, blending with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the rhythm of his movements driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. "Let go, my love. Show me you're mine."

With one final thrust, your body gave in, the overwhelming pleasure pulling you under as your release shattered through you. Your cry of ecstasy echoed into the night, and Jace wasn't far behind, his groan of satisfaction vibrating through you as he followed you over the edge.

He collapsed over you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you both panted, trying to catch your breath. For a moment, the world was still, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

Jace shifted slightly, pulling you into his arms as he whispered, "You're mine, now and always. Don't ever forget that."

You nodded weakly, resting your head against his chest as the warmth of his body shielded you from the cool night air. "I'll never forget," you murmured, your voice soft but certain.

As the two of you lay together on the sandy shore, wrapped in each other's embrace, you felt a deep sense of belonging that no words could ever fully capture. Jace's arms were wrapped tightly around you, his chest pressed firmly against your back as the cold sand beneath you made you shiver.

His warmth was a comfort, but your body was trembling from exhaustion, your breathing uneven from everything he had already put you through.

You felt his hand trail down your leg, gripping your thigh as he lifted it slightly. The movement sent a jolt through your already tired body. "Jace.." you whispered weakly, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. "Please... I can't. Not anymore..."

He chuckled softly, the sound low and husky in your ear. "You can," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You're strong, my love. You were made for me-for this."

"Jace, no," you pleaded, your hand weakly gripping his wrist as he positioned himself behind you. "I'm so tired... Please..."

But he didn't stop. Slowly, deliberately, he began to move again, his motions gentle but unrelenting. "You can take it," he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine. You were made to take everything I give you."

You whimpered, your body responding to him despite your exhaustion. His free hand trailed along your waist, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he whispered, "You're perfect like this. So soft, so beautiful... and all mine."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as your body surrendered to him once more.

"Jace... I..."

"Shh," he interrupted, his voice soothing but firm. "No more protests. Just let me take care of you."

His movements remained slow and calculated, each one sending waves of both pleasure and frustration through you. Your body was exhausted, but the way he touched you, the way he moved, made it impossible to resist him.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "This is us. This is how we're meant to be. Together. Always."

You could only nod weakly, your body melting into his as he continued to move. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand gripping your hip tightly as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly as his pace quickened. "And I'll never let you go. You're mine, now and forever."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite your exhaustion, you found yourself clinging to him, your body responding to his every move. As the waves crashed against the shore, you lost yourself in him once more, your heart and soul entirely his.

The cold air wrapped around you, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jace's body pressed against yours. Your limbs were heavy, your strength long gone, yet Jace's frustration drove him forward. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pulled you onto his lap, your back flush against his chest, and you could feel his ragged breaths against your neck.

"Jace..." you whimpered weakly, your voice trembling. "Please... I-"

He silenced you with a sharp thrust, pulling a loud cry from your lips as your head fell back onto his shoulder. His laughter was low and rough, resonating against your skin as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. "You're too perfect when you're like this," he murmured, his voice filled with both adoration and desperation. "I can't stop-not when you're mine like this."

Your fingers clawed at his thighs, searching for something to anchor yourself as he moved faster and deeper, his pace merciless. Every movement sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, his name falling from your lips in broken cries.

"Jace... it's too much," you pleaded, but your body betrayed you, arching against him as he hit that perfect spot once again.

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding from your hips to wrap around your stomach, holding you in place as he drove into you. "Too much?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "Yet here you are, clenching around me, begging for more with every little sound you make."

You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as the intensity overwhelmed you. "Jace, please..."

"Please what?" he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want me to stop? To let you go?"

"No!" you gasped, your voice cracking as your hands flew to his arms, gripping them tightly. "Don't stop... just... don't stop..."

"That's what I thought," he said with a triumphant smirk, his pace growing even more brutal. "You're mine, love. No one else gets to see you like this, to hear those sounds you make, to feel you like this. Just me."

Your body trembled uncontrollably, his words and actions pushing you closer to the edge.

Jace groaned as he felt you tighten around him, his grip on you tightening as well. "That's it," he growled. "Let go for me. Scream for me. Show me you're mine"

With one final thrust, the pleasure consumed you, and your cries echoed through the air as you fell apart in his arms. Jace followed soon after, his deep groan filling your ears as he buried himself inside you one last time.

You collapsed against him, your body limp and shaking, but he didn't let go. Instead, he held you close, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and neck as your breathing slowly returned to normal. "You're perfect," he murmured against your skin. "Everything about you is mine, and I'll never let you go."

You nodded weakly, too drained to respond with words. In his arms, even amidst the overwhelming sensations, you felt safe. For better or worse, you were his, and he made sure you never forgot it.

The first light of dawn filtered through the mouth of the cave, casting faint golden rays against the rugged walls. You caught a glimpse of it as your gaze wandered, but Jace wasn't interested in the approaching day.

His focus remained solely on you. His breaths were heavy and filled with determination as he stood, his strong arms lifting your exhausted body as if you weighed nothing.

"Jace.." you murmured, your voice weak but laced with exhaustion and yearning.

He didn't answer. Instead, his lips grazed your ear, and he whispered, "I'm not done with you yet."

The words sent a shiver down your spine as he adjusted your legs around his waist, holding you tightly against him. Your body responded instinctively, and your head fell onto his shoulder as he positioned himself once more.

The moment he entered you, a loud gasp escaped your lips. The new angle made you feel every inch of him, and your arms clung tightly around his neck for support. Jace groaned deeply, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he began to move. Each thrust was firm, deep, and deliberate, his pace quickening as he felt your body adjust to his.

Your head tilted back slightly, resting against the cool rock wall as the sensations coursed through you. "Jace... we shouldn't..." you managed to say between gasps, your words faltering under the overwhelming pleasure.

"Shouldn't?" he repeated, his voice rough with amusement and desire. His hips snapped forward, making you cry out. "You think I care about what we should or shouldn't do right now? The world can wait, but I won't."

His strength was unrelenting, and the way he moved left you at his mercy. He held you steady, his hands gripping your thighs as your back pressed against the cave wall. The harsh texture of the stone was softened by the warmth of his body shielding you, and though the position should've been uncomfortable, the sensations were too intense for you to focus on anything else.

"You're mine," Jace growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder as his movements became faster and rougher. "Every part of you belongs to me. Don't ever forget that."

Your cries filled the cave, blending with the sound of the distant waves crashing against the shore outside. "I-I won't," you stammered, your voice trembling as you struggled to hold onto any coherent thought. "I'm yours, Jace. Only yours."

Hearing your admission sent him over the edge, his groans growing louder as he pounded into you with abandon. He could feel your body trembling, your walls tightening around him as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. "That's it," he whispered harshly. "Let go for me again."

You couldn't hold back. With a loud, shuddering cry, you surrendered to the euphoria, your entire body quaking in his arms.

Jace followed closely behind, his release spilling into you as he held you tightly against him. His breathing was ragged, his face buried in your neck as he slowly came down from his high.

The world was silent except for the sound of your labored breaths. Jace shifted slightly, keeping you in his arms as he stepped away from the wall and gently lowered you onto the soft sand. He hovered over you, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he gazed down at you with a mixture of love and pride.

"You're incredible," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

You managed a weak smile, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "The sun's up," you said softly, your voice still shaky. "They'll wonder where we are..."

"Let them wonder," Jace replied with a smirk, leaning down to capture your lips in another slow, lingering kiss. "For now, you're mine. And I'm not letting you go."

It had been hours since the first light of dawn broke through the mouth of the cave, yet Jace showed no signs of exhaustion. His pace was relentless, his movements fast and rough, leaving you utterly at his mercy.

Your body was weak and trembling beneath him, each thrust sending shockwaves through your already overstimulated senses. You could barely catch your breath, your cries of pleasure and frustration filling the cave as you clung to him for support.

"Jace... please," you whimpered, your voice hoarse from the constant moans and cries he'd drawn from you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, both from the overwhelming sensations and the sheer intensity of his movements. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."

But Jace only laughed, the sound low and rough, filled with satisfaction as he watched you fall apart beneath him. His dark eyes were full of desire as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with pride. "Completely ruined. All because of me. Do you know how beautiful you look like this? So weak, so vulnerable... so mine."

You tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your back arched off the sand, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as he continued his merciless pace. Jace groaned deeply, clearly reveling in the way your body responded to him despite your exhaustion.

"Stop? You're asking me to stop now?" he taunted, his tone playful yet dominating. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he moved even deeper. "Not until you've given me everything. Every last cry, every last moan... every last piece of you."

You could only gasp in response, your head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed you. Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling as he pushed you to the edge once again. "Jace... I can't..." you whispered, tears streaming down your face as your body trembled beneath him.

But he was unrelenting. His lips found your neck, peppering it with rough kisses and sharp bites as his hands explored your body. "Yes, you can," he growled against your skin. "You were made for this. Made for me. And you'll take everything I give you."

You cried out again as he adjusted his angle, hitting a spot that made you see stars. Your walls clenched tightly around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips. He was close, you could feel it in the way his movements became even more frantic, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"That's it," he rasped, his voice filled with both urgency and desperation. "Come for me again. One more time. Let me feel you fall apart around me."

You had no choice but to obey. With a loud, shuddering cry, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Jace followed moments later, his groan echoing in the cave as he buried himself deep within you, his release warm and overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you breathing heavily as the intensity of the moment began to fade. Jace finally collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he pressed a kiss to your damp forehead. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that contradicted the roughness of his actions moments ago.

You managed a weak smile, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "You're insatiable," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

"And you wouldn't have me any other way," Jace replied with a smirk, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your back. "Rest now, my love. Because when we return to the castle, I'll remind you all over again who you belong to."

The soft light of dawn illuminated the path as Jace carefully helped you into your gown. His hands were gentle, his touch lingering on your skin as he adjusted the fabric to ensure it sat perfectly. Once you were dressed, he bent down and scooped you up into his arms without hesitation.

Your legs were far too weak to carry you back to the castle after everything the two of you had shared that night. You sighed softly, resting your head against his shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he began the journey back.

The air was still and cool as the two of you entered the grand hall of Dragonstone. The moment you stepped inside, the familiar voices of Rhaenyra and Daemon echoed through the chamber. They were engaged in quiet conversation by the fire, but their words trailed off the moment they noticed the two of you.

Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight of you in Jace’s arms, your cheeks flushed and your head tucked against his shoulder. Beside her, Daemon arched a brow, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The two exchanged a glance, one filled with unspoken understanding, before their expressions shifted into subtle amusement.

“Finally decided to return, have you?” Rhaenyra said, her tone light but tinged with a teasing edge. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she folded her arms across her chest. “I was beginning to wonder if you two had gotten lost on the beach.”

Jace didn’t stop or even acknowledge her words. He strode past them without pause, his focus solely on you. “She needs rest,” he said simply, his voice firm yet protective. “It’s been a… long night.”

Daemon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he watched the two of you disappear down the corridor. “A long night indeed,” he murmured under his breath, his smirk growing wider. Rhaenyra glanced at him, her lips twitching as she suppressed a laugh of her own.

“Young love,” she said softly, though there was warmth in her voice.

Back in your shared chambers, Jace gently laid you down on the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face as you looked up at him with tired eyes. “You should’ve let me walk,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Not a chance,” he said firmly. “You’re mine to take care of. Now rest, my love. You’ll need your strength for tonight.”

You let out a soft laugh despite your exhaustion, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re insufferable,” you teased, though there was nothing but affection in your tone.

“And you’re perfect,” he replied with a small smile, his hand covering yours. “Now sleep.”

You stirred awake, the hazy remnants of sleep still clouding your mind. It wasn't the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains that had woken you but the gentle movements of your body. Blinking slowly, you opened your eyes, your vision adjusting to the dimly lit chamber.

Jace was there, his body hovering over yours, his face illuminated by a tender, almost reverent expression. He moved with slow, deliberate care, as if afraid that he might disturb you from your rest. Yet the sensations coursing through your body betrayed him, pulling you fully from your slumber. You let out a moan, involuntary sigh, and your fingers instinctively reached up to brush against his cheek.

His lips curled into a lopsided smile as his eyes met yours. "I was trying not to wake you," he murmured, his voice low and warm, carrying a tinge of amusement. His hand caressed the curve of your side, his thumb drawing soft circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"You call this not waking me?" you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely audible as you felt his every touch, every movement. There was no annoyance in your tone, only a teasing edge as you gazed up at him with tired but adoring eyes.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly against your temple. "You looked too peaceful, too beautiful," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. "I couldn't help myself. It's impossible to resist you."

You moan again, your body relaxing beneath his as your fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently. "You're impossible," you said, though your words lacked any real weight. Instead, they were laced with affection, your heart swelling at the sight of him looking down at you with such devotion.

Jace's movements remained slow, tender, as if savoring every moment, every sound you made. His hand traveled down to rest on your waist, gripping you gently as he tilted his head, his lips trailing soft kisses along your jawline. "I should've stopped," he murmured against your skin, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But the way you looked, lying there so serene... it drove me mad."

He let out a quiet laugh, your nails grazing his scalp as you closed your eyes, leaning into the feeling of his lips on your skin. "You're incorrigible," you teased, your words faltering slightly as his hand found a new spot to explore, his touch making your breath hitch.

"But I suppose... I don't mind."

His grin widened at your response, his lips finding yours in a slow, lingering kiss. "Good," he whispered against your mouth, his voice thick with affection and desire. "Because I'll never stop wanting you-not in the quiet of the morning, not in the dead of night. You're mine."

"Yours," you echoed, the word spilling from your lips as you gazed up at him, your hand cradling his face.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his movements steady and sure as he wrapped you in his love, leaving you both breathless, lost in the quiet intimacy of the early morning light.

Your gaze shifted toward the open window, where the sun hung high in the sky—a clear sign that morning had long passed. Before you could dwell on the thought, your attention was abruptly pulled back by a sharp, deliberate thrust from Jace, causing your body to arch slightly beneath him.

"Eyes on me," he murmured, his tone commanding yet laced with affection. His smile was both playful and possessive as he leaned closer, his hands gripping your hips firmly to keep you in place. "You don't get to drift away, my love—not when I have you like this."

You let out a soft whimper, your body surrendering entirely to him. His movements grew faster, each one more deliberate than the last. There was no hesitation, no restraint, just the steady rhythm of his devotion and desire.

"That's it," he praised, his voice warm and teasing as he watched your every reaction, his smile broadening at the sight of you. "You're so good for me... so obedient."

Your breath hitched at his words, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you as he continued. Jace noticed every little movement you made, the way your body responded to him without hesitation. It only encouraged him further, his grip tightening as he pushed deeper, faster, his focus entirely on you.

"Jace," you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

"That's right," he replied, his voice thick with pride and hunger. "Say my name. Let me hear it, love."

His pace quickened, his thrusts hitting a spot that made your body shudder uncontrollably.

You arched your back, pressing into him as a wave of pleasure coursed through you. Jace leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he chuckled softly.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "My perfect wife... always so willing to give herself to me. I'll never get enough of you."

You could barely form a coherent response, your body consumed by the sensations he was drawing out of you. All you could do was hold on, your hands sliding up to grip his arms for support.

Jace's movements grew rougher, his determination evident in every powerful thrust. He groaned lowly, his voice thick with pleasure. "Look at you," he said, his tone tinged with adoration. "So beautiful, so utterly mine."

The room filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and his deep groans, your body trembling beneath him as he brought you closer to the edge once more. With one final, deliberate motion, he sent you spiraling, your body arching beneath him as a cry of pleasure escaped your lips.

Jace slowed his movements slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. He smiled down at you, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with conviction.

"I love you too," you whispered, your voice trembling from the intensity of the moment.

The air in the room grew heavier, the sunlight pouring through the window almost forgotten as Jace's movements became more relentless. The pace he set was unyielding, his determination clear as he focused entirely on you. Your breaths turned to gasps, your gasps to cries, filling the space with the sound of your surrender.

"Jace," you moaned, your voice breaking as the pleasure surged through you. His hand gripped your waist tightly, steadying your trembling body as he continued to drive into you with purpose.

"You're so beautiful like this," he said between breaths, his tone a mix of adoration and possessiveness. "So loud for me... Let them all hear you. Let them know that only I can make you feel like this."

Your heart raced at his words, and before you could respond, Jace shifted his position. His hands slid down to grip your thigh, lifting one of your legs and resting it on his shoulder. The new angle sent a shockwave through your body, and you arched your back instinctively, a loud cry of his name escaping your lips.

"There she is," Jace growled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pressed deeper. "That's my girl. Say my name again."

"Jace!" you cried, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as the intensity overwhelmed you.

"Good," he murmured, his smirk evident as he leaned closer, folding your body slightly to deepen the connection. His movements became harder, more deliberate, his focus entirely on pushing you to the edge.

Your head fell back, your vision blurred as the pleasure consumed you. You could barely think, barely breathe, your body responding entirely to him. "Please," you whispered, though you weren't sure what you were begging for.

"Please, what?" Jace teased, his voice low and rough as he slowed his movements just enough to make you whimper in frustration. "Tell me, love. What do you need?"

"You," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling. "I need you."

"You have me," he assured, his tone softening for a moment. "Always"

With that, he resumed his relentless pace, his hand gripping your thigh tighter to keep you in place. Every thrust was calculated, every movement designed to pull you closer to the edge until you were trembling beneath him, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation.

"Say it again," Jace demanded, his voice thick with need. "Say my name.'

"Jace!" you screamed, your body arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.

He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through you as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "That's right," he said, his voice full of pride. "You're mine. Only mine."

His words were the final push you needed, and you shattered completely, your cries filling the room as your body trembled in his grasp. Jace didn't stop, riding out your high, your body too weak to resist as Jace repositioned you. His hands moved with purpose, lifting you gently before bending your body over the edge of the bed.

You braced yourself against the mattress, your muscles trembling as he took his place behind you.

"Look at you," Jace murmured, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. He ran his hands down your back, tracing the curves of your body with a possessive touch. "The proud princess of Dorne, brought to her knees by her Targaryen husband."

Your breath hitched as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Doesn't it feel right, my love? You were made for this-for me."

Before you could respond, he began to move, his pace slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. The sensation pulled a soft whimper from your lips, and your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you for support.

"That's it," he said, his voice almost taunting as he quickened his rhythm. "So beautiful, so perfect like this."

Your body surrendered to him completely, the exhaustion from the night before mixing with the pleasure coursing through you. All you could do was moan softly, each sound spurring him on further.

Jace chuckled, his hand threading through your hair and tugging gently, forcing you to arch your back. "Look at you now," he continued, his tone teasing but full of pride.

"The fierce princess, bowing to her dragon." You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind clouded by the intensity of it all. He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear. "Say it, love. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you managed to gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Louder," he demanded, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as his movements became more urgent.

"I'm yours!" you cried, your voice echoing through the room.

"Good girl," he growled, his tone filled with satisfaction. He released your hair, his hand trailing down your back and gripping your waist firmly as he continued his relentless pace.

Your body trembled beneath him, each movement drawing you closer to the edge once again. Jace's laughter filled the air, his pride evident as he watched you fall apart under his touch. "No one else will ever have you like this," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me-forever."

You nodded weakly, unable to form a coherent response as he pushed you closer and closer to your limit. The combination of his words, his touch, and the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you completely, leaving you breathless and utterly at his mercy.

As you clung to the bed's edge, breathless and trembling, the knock on the door echoed loudly in the room. Both you and Jace froze for a moment, your eyes widening as you recognized the voice of his mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

"Jace," she called, her tone firm but laced with concern. "She needs her rest. Don't forget you've both had a long night."

You felt a rush of embarrassment wash over you, your cheeks burning as you buried your face into the pillow, hoping the mattress could somehow swallow you whole. But Jace, utterly unbothered, leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back as he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Shhh," he teased, his voice low and playful.

"Let's see how quiet you can be, my love."

Before you could even respond, he shifted his grip on your hips and thrust deeply, hitting that spot that made your whole body jerk with pleasure. A strangled cry escaped your lips despite your best effort to stay silent.

"Jace!" you hissed through gritted teeth, your voice a mixture of a plea and frustration.

At the door, Rhaenyra sighed audibly, seemingly suspecting exactly what was happening. "Jacaerys Velaryon," she called again, her voice sterner this time. "Don't make me come in there."

But Jace only chuckled, his laugh low and rich with mischief. He moved his hand to your mouth, brushing his fingers gently against your lips. "Bite down if you must," he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement. "But you won't stop me."

You glared at him weakly, but your resolve was already crumbling as he began moving again, his pace deliberate and calculated to draw every sound from your lips.

"She'll leave," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "Eventually."

Despite the knock and the muffled voice on the other side of the door, Jace seemed determined to push you to your limits. He quickened his movements, his hands steadying your trembling body.

"Let her hear," he muttered, his voice dark and possessive. "Let her know you're mine. Completely. Utterly."

You tried to stifle your cries, biting down on your knuckle as Jace drove you higher and higher. Your body betrayed you, trembling and arching beneath his touch, a breathy moan escaping when he hit that devastating spot again.

"You're not very good at staying quiet, are you?" he teased, his grin evident even if you couldn't see it.

Outside the door, there was a pause, followed by a resigned sigh from Rhaenyra. "I'll have someone bring breakfast later," she muttered, her voice fading as she walked away.

Once the sound of her footsteps disappeared, Jace let out a triumphant laugh. "See? I told you she'd leave."

You could barely form a response, your mind hazy and your body too overwhelmed by the relentless pace he set. Jace leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Now, where were we?" he asked, a devilish grin on his face as he resumed his movements with renewed intensity.

As Jace shifted your position, turning you to face him, his hands gripped your hips firmly. His intense gaze locked onto yours, a fiery mixture of hunger and possession flickering in his eyes. His thumb brushed your cheek for a fleeting moment before he gripped your jaw, tilting your face upward to ensure you were looking at him-and only him.

"I want to see you," he growled, his voice low and thick with dominance. "Every moment. Every expression. I want to see how I ruin you."

Your breath hitched as his words sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could process them, he pulled you closer and buried himself deeply inside you, eliciting a loud gasp that filled the air between you.

"Jace..." you moaned, your voice trembling, your hands instinctively clutching his shoulders as though they were your only anchor.

"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, leaving you chasing him. "Hold onto me. Take me in, every inch of me."

His movements grew sharper, more deliberate, as if determined to push you past the edge. He tightened his grip on your jaw, forcing your eyes to remain on his. "Don't look away," he commanded, his voice a mix of demand and adoration. "I want you to remember this. Every time I claim you, I want you to know who you belong to."

Your body arched beneath him as he quickened his pace, each thrust pulling a cry from your lips. "Jace," you whimpered, your voice breathy and strained, your body trembling under his relentless onslaught.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone fierce as he leaned closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you managed to breathe, your voice quivering with pleasure and submission.

"Only yours, Jace." He let out a low growl of satisfaction, his hands slipping to your waist and pulling you flush against him. "Good girl," he muttered, his lips grazing your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw.

Your body betrayed your every intention to hold back, clinging to him tightly as you felt yourself unraveling. "You're squeezing me so tightly," Jace teased, his voice a mixture of amusement and pride. "You don't want to stop, do you?"

You could only shake your head weakly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations he was coaxing from you. "i'm not willing to stop actually," he whispered.

As you reached your peak, your cries became louder, echoing through the room as Jace drove you to the edge and beyond. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, and his gaze never left yours, drinking in every ounce of your surrender.

When the wave finally passed, your body fell limp against him, trembling and spent. Jace gently brushed the damp strands of hair from your face, his expression softening as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and satisfaction . "My perfect wife. My everything"

As you lay there, your body trembling and spent from the intensity of it all, Jace let out a low chuckle. His eyes glimmered with a mix of amusement and mischief as he continued moving, his pace steady and unrelenting.

"You've came so many times," he murmured, his tone almost teasing as he leaned down to brush his lips against your ear. "And yet I'm not done with you. Not even close."

Your body arched involuntarily at his words, a soft whimper escaping your lips. You felt helpless under his control, your limbs too weak to resist his every move. "Jace... please..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, laced with both exhaustion and desperation.

He smirked, clearly reveling in your state. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Tired already? But I still need you... I still haven't come."

You turned your head slightly, your gaze drifting to the bedside table. There, the faint glint of a glass caught your attention. Your foggy mind struggled to piece it together, but the realization hit you like a wave. You knew what that glass contained. You knew what Jace had consumed before he brought you to this state.

"Jace..." you managed to breathe out, your eyes darting between him and the glass. "What did you... drink?"

He followed your gaze and let out another low chuckle, his hand sliding down to grip your waist as he continued his unrelenting pace.

"Ah, that," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Let's just say I had a little help. Something to make sure I could keep up with you tonight. Or rather..." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your collarbone," something to make sure you couldn't keep up with me."

You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as another wave of pleasure coursed through your body. "Jace... that's not fair," you whimpered, your voice trembling as you felt yourself spiraling again.

"Not fair?" he echoed, feigning innocence as he pressed a kiss to your jaw. "What's not fair, my love? That I want to make you feel this good? That I want to take my time with you?" His pace quickened, drawing another cry from your lips. "You're mine, remember? And I'll have you however I want. For as long as I want."

Your body trembled beneath him, the combination of exhaustion and overwhelming sensations rendering you completely at his mercy. Despite your protests, a small part of you relished his relentless devotion to your pleasure.

"Jace... please," you whimpered again, your voice breaking as he pushed you closer to the edge once more.

He cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he stared deeply into your eyes. "Shh," he murmured, his voice softening for a moment. "You can take it, my love. You were made for me. For this."

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself unraveling again, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

The sound of the waves crashing outside the castle seemed to synchronize with the relentless rhythm of Jace's movements. Your body trembled violently, consumed by another wave of pleasure so intense it left you gasping for air. You couldn't stop the broken moan that escaped your lips as your body arched beneath him.

Jace let out a low chuckle, his breath warm against your neck. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement and pride. "Completely undone, all because of me." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched you shatter beneath him, your body quivering uncontrollably.

"Jace..." you whimpered, your voice trembling as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "Please... I can't..."

But he didn't stop. He couldn't. His movements were fast and demanding, his hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you in place. "Oh, no, my love," he said, his tone soft but commanding. "You're not done yet. Not until I decide."

You felt yourself slipping into another wave of unbearable bliss, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as you cried out his name. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and the intensity of it all left you weak and vulnerable.

"Please, Jace," you pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body betrayed you, responding to him despite your exhaustion. "I can't take any more. Please... stop."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Oh, you can take it. You were made for me, remember? For this. For me." His voice was laced with possessiveness, each word sending a shiver down your spine.

His pace quickened, drawing another sharp cry from you. Jace smirked, clearly enjoying the way your body responded to him, no matter how much you begged for mercy. "So beautiful," he murmured, his tone softening for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "So perfect."

"Jace, please!" you cried out again, your voice breaking as another wave of ecstasy crashed over you, leaving you sobbing in pleasure.

"Shh," he cooed, his hand gently brushing your hair away from your face as he continued to move within you, his pace unrelenting. "Just let go, my love. Let me take care of you."

Your body shook uncontrollably as he pushed you to your limit, your cries echoing through the room. Jace groaned deeply, his grip on you tightening as he finally began to chase his own release. His movements became more erratic, his breath ragged as he buried himself deeper into you.

When he finally reached his peak, his body shuddered against yours, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you lay there, completely spent.

Jace pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hand stroking your back soothingly. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. "I'll never get enough of you."

As the exhaustion consumed you, your body still trembling from the aftershocks, Jace held you close, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Rest now, my love," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "You've earned it."

You fell into a deep sleep, your body utterly spent and trembling with exhaustion. Jace watched over you, his chest tightening with a mix of guilt and affection. He gently swept a strand of hair from your damp forehead, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss there. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I’ll take better care of you.”

Carefully, Jace slipped out of the bed, his every movement cautious so as not to disturb your rest. He picked up his discarded tunic from the floor and slipped it over his shoulders, sparing one last glance at you. The sight of you so vulnerable and at peace made his heart ache with both pride and regret. Determined to make amends, he decided to fetch food and drink for you, knowing you’d wake hungry and drained.

As he made his way through the corridors of Dragonstone, his footsteps echoed faintly against the stone walls. His mind replayed the events of the previous night, a mix of satisfaction and shame swirling within him. He hadn’t intended to push you so far, but his passion and love for you often made him lose control.

When Jace entered the grand hall, he immediately froze. His mother, Rhaenyra, was standing near the table with her hands clasped in front of her. Her sharp gaze cut through him, her expression a blend of disapproval and subtle amusement. Beside her stood Daemon, who, in stark contrast, had a wide smirk plastered across his face.

Daemon was the first to break the silence, clapping his hands slowly as his laughter echoed through the hall. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. “Look who finally emerged. I was beginning to think you’d taken permanent residence in that bedchamber.”

Jace’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he ran a hand through his messy hair, his embarrassment palpable. “Daemon,” he said tightly, trying to maintain his composure.

Rhaenyra’s lips pressed into a thin line as she looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the faint red marks on his neck. “Jacaerys Velaryon,” she said sharply, her voice carrying the weight of a reprimand. “You’re my heir, and as such, you’re expected to conduct yourself with a certain level of decorum.”

Daemon let out another chuckle, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh, come now, Rhaenyra,” he said, his grin widening. “Let the boy enjoy his marriage. Don’t act as if we were any different.” He turned to Jace with a wink. “Your mother may try to deny it, but I can assure you, we were far from discreet when we first wed. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Rhaenyra shot him a glare, her cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “That’s hardly the point, Daemon,” she retorted, though her tone was less sharp now.

Daemon smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “The point,” he said, turning back to Jace, “is that you’re young and in love. Passion like this is rare, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. Just… perhaps be mindful of the volume next time, hmm? The walls here aren’t as thick as you might think.”

Jace’s ears burned with humiliation, and he quickly looked away, mumbling, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Rhaenyra sighed, her expression softening slightly. “Jace,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I know you care for her deeply, but she’s not as resilient as you might think. Don’t push her too hard. She’s not just your wife—she’s your partner. Treat her with the care she deserves.”

“I will, Mother,” Jace said earnestly, meeting her gaze. “I promise.”

Daemon clapped a hand on Jace’s shoulder, his grin never wavering. “Good lad,” he said. “Now go take care of her. And next time, perhaps don’t look so guilty when you wander into the hall. It makes things far too easy for us.”

Jace nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite his embarrassment. He continued on his way to the kitchens, quickly gathering a tray of food and drink before returning to your chamber.

When he entered the room and saw you still peacefully sleeping, a wave of love washed over him. Setting the tray down, he sat beside you, brushing a gentle hand over your cheek. As he watched you, he silently vowed to be the husband you deserved—one who cherished you, protected you, and loved you with every fiber of his being.

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Luigi Mangione - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): I already did h/c’s for this, but he’s amazing. He cuddles with you, praising you and leaving you kisses. Things like, “you were so good for me,” “you’re so pretty,” “I love you so much, baby.” He would get you water, put on a bath or shower and join you. He would be reading up on how to make you feel good after sex too and why it’s important for you and your relationship.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): his PhD I think his abs or shoulders. He said himself that he got his six pack because he had to change his workout routine due to an injury. He adapted and worked through his hardships. And I think he probably likes his shoulders as well. On you, I think he would love your eyes. This is a soulful man, imo. He knows that eyes are the windows to the soul and I think he would get lost in them all the time, sometimes even zoning out haha. Even when you’re just cuddling, he asks you to look at him, just so he can look into your eyes and tell you you’re beautiful. But when you’re intimate, he loves eye contact. LOVES it. It cannot be understated. He wants to see you come undone for him while he stares into your soul and you stare into his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): We all knew this but he has a BREEDING KINK. He didn’t talk about low birth rates for nothing, and he comes from a big family. He loves the idea of cumming inside of you to make you his. When you first said, “fill my pussy up, please,” something in him changed. He almost went feral, finishing right after the words came out of your month. His dirty talk will always include things like, “gonna breed this pretty little pussy,” “want me to fill up this tight pussy of yours,” “wanna fill you up with my babies, hm.” And speaking of, when you guys start trying for kids, you’re fucking like rabbits, even though you did before as well. You’re going at it multiple times a day in every room.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Before you talked about having kids and before you got off the pill, he told himself he wouldn’t be mad if you did get pregnant. He knew he wanted to be with you forever and believed in divine timing. The two of you wanted to settle down, but weren’t fussed about getting married and then having kids or having a certain timeline. He often thought of what they would look like and sometimes he would mention to you a name that he liked just to see your reaction.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): This is a tough one because I think he could be experienced but maybe not. I’m actually leaning towards him not being that experienced due to his injury and seemingly not being that into dating casually and being a nerd. I would say body count under 10 for sure, potentially less than 5. Still, he DEFINITELY knows what he’s doing. He had a book about female pleasure on his GoodReads for god’s sake. He gets off on you feeling good and finishing. He knows all the female anatomy and is always reading about new ways to please you whether it be a new pussy eating technique or a way to please your erogenous zones.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): MISSIONARY. In this sense, he’s a traditional kind of guy. He loves all sex and all positions, but missionary is his favourite because he’s dominant and can see you coming undone beneath him. He has access to your clit, boobs, hips, neck, mouth, everywhere. He can also look deeply into your eyes the entire time which he loves doing. Eye contact is CRITICAL to this man. Oh, and he can lower himself down to whisper dirty shit into your ear. His favourite things about missionary overall are seeing the effect he has on you and being able to look into your eyes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): He can be goofy sometimes, but not all the time. I think goofiness would mostly happen in bed, rather than any quickies, where he’s rougher and more serious. He’ll laugh if you’re fucking at his or your parents’ place and you can’t keep quiet, or if something falls over. It puts you both at ease and make you feel safe and connected. You love when he laughs right against your lips or face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): We’ve seen how fast the hair on his head grows, so I’d imagine down there is similar. I’m thinking that he keeps things neat and trimmed, but not fully bare. As for you, I don’t think he’d have a preference at all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): I think that Luigi really sees all intimacy as something that is almost spiritual for your connection. It’s an important part of the relationship, but he doesn’t think that in a selfish way. He knows it’s so important for your partnership and relationship. Luckily, you’re both horny freaks so there have never been any issues there. I think sexually, he’s pretty traditional in the way that he loves missionary, eye contact, etc. He wants to feel as close to you as possible physically, emotionally, spiritually. But not in such a serious or intense way. He watches you closely, knows what makes you get closer to your release, and is always praising you and dirty talking.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He doesn’t masturbate often because, as I said, you’re both horny freaks

If he does, it’s because you’re away or maybe after you had a baby (and he probably asked permission before lol)

For him, jacking off could NEVER beat having sex with you, EVER, so he almost never wants to do it because it’s just not that arousing

You have tried both touching yourselves in bed together, but your hands quickly wander to the other person

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Like I said, breeding and praise kink!!! He wants to give you his babies like yesterday. To him, making a baby together is the most intimate thing he can think of. It’s really the two of you committing to one another forever and going through something incredibly special together. I’m just also going to add that while he enjoys MAKING the baby, he’d really have that attitude throughout your pregnancy and postpartum. And yes, praise kink. Since day 1, he’s been calling you a good girl and saying how beautiful you were taking his cock. Oh, and size kink! He loves the thought of his PhD hitting your cervix and stomach. He gets hard just thinking about how you have to adjust for a second after he enters you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): I think he likes the bed. It’s your safe place where you can try new things and be as close as possible. The bed also makes missionary more comfortable as there’s ample space for the two of you. He would like the couch too. Many of your makeout sessions during movie night turn to more and you don’t feel the need to go to the bedroom. Sometimes when you have a bath together, you’ll ride him nice and slow, which he loves. That being said, it’s not like your kitchen countertop, car, and several public places haven’t been sites for your sexcapades.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): He loves seeing you get turned on. He is all about giving you pleasure. If you even moan during a perfectly innocent kiss, the blood rushes downward. Seeing and hearing you beg for him, eye contact, and dirty talk work on him too. Even if he’s not in the mood himself, if you are, he’ll get in the mood. He knows he’s the only one who can make you feel that good, and he loves nothing more than seeing you taking his cock and talking you through your orgasm.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Scat and piss for sure. I also think he would never be down for a threesome, like, ever. You’re his and he’s yours, in this life, and the rest. He’s not going to do anything super violent. He’ll slap your ass of course (and maybe your face idk on this one), but he’s not going to be violent with you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Like I’ve said, he gets off on getting you off. Watching you come undone on his fingers or his mouth could make him cum in his pants. Our little bookworm is always reading about new ways and techniques to make you cum. That being said, he loves the sight of you on your knees, taking him in your mouth, licking the tip, or sucking his balls while pumping his length. He will ask you for BJs on occasion. You two communicate all of your needs well, including sexually. If either of you asked for or received oral, you always reciprocate, or at least offer.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): A mix! There are times when he’s slow and gentle, and times when he’s rough and fast. You both enjoy both A LOT. And you seem to be able to read each other’s mind on what you want or need on that day. Slower, gentler sex makes you both feel incredibly connected to one another emotionally, while rougher sex brings out your primal sides. Both are essential for a good relationship, so you VERY happily take part in both often.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): You two usually have sex at home because you like to be free to make noise and let your guards down, not worrying about someone hearing or walking in. Being at home lets you really focus on the other person and how they’re feeling. But you do engage in quickies. And because you’re both perpetually horny, it’s decently often. Typically, it’ll be in your car, on a secluded beach, or in a bathroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): He will if you demonstrate to him that you’re comfortable and feel safe. A lot of things are your suggestion and he’s happy to try. You’ll try things like sensation play, some light BDSM, but overall you keep things pretty tame.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): With his back, he can’t go for as many rounds as he’d like, but the ones you do have pack a punch. Two or three rounds and you’re both exhausted, opting for a cuddle session or a bath to rest up before you’re ready for more. As for how long he lasts, it depends I think. Sometimes he will be fighting for his life not to cum in his pants while you’re grinding on him, and other times, he lasts quite a long time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): You’ll occasionally use a vibrator, restraints, blindfolds, butt plugs, and whips or ticklers, but it’s not often. You both prefer to focus on getting the other off all on your own. You like to bring in toys sometimes to change things up and heighten sensations.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): He loves to tease. LOVES it. And he wears a big grin on his face while doing it, saying, “how bad do you need my cock, baby,” “beg for it,” “patience,” “good girls wait,” or “you want me to give it to you.” Sometimes he’ll really make you work for it. Your begging gets him off. He knows it’s a bit cruel, but it makes your orgasm even more powerful, so it’s a win-win. He’ll also tease you in public. You’ve had to leave a few family dinners early.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): He’s LOUD. A moaner, groaner, whiner, occasional whimperer, and ALWAYS dirty talking and praising. When he comes, he groans and moans your name. When you tease him and grind on him, he whines and whimpers. He’s a vocal guy and sees making noise as a part of being intimate and letting your guard down with the other person.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): Luigi has asked you a few times to suck him off from under his desk while he’s in meetings. Once he heard whimpering and saw you rubbing your clit while you were sucking him off. He looked under his desk for one second and had to mute his mic and go off camera for a second because it made him cum right then and there.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): He said he has a PhD and I believe it. Also in one of his pics where he’s painted at Penn during his freshman year, his bulge is very visible and looks pretty big.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): It’s always there. Luigi is in touch with his body, including his sex drive. It’s increased so much with you, and luckily for him, you’ve got a high sex drive to match.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He couldn’t fall asleep without making sure you’ve been taken care of. Cuddling is essential for both of you. He praises you after as well, and if you’re in the mood to talk, he will listen or talk with you. Sex involves aftercare for him, and he needs to make sure you’re satisfied and ready to rest before he can think of sleeping.

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someonegoood · 3 days ago

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THE CORPORATE EQUATION chapter 3 ✫ jeon jungkook

an unexpected system crash puts sensitive employee and client data at risk. The crisis demands immediate action, forcing Jungkook and you to work together overnight.

CONTAINS: corporate!au, ceo!jk, headofhr!reader, grumpy x sunshine, slow burn, accidental vulnerability, mutual pining, emotionally unavailable jk, bickering turned bonding, fluff & angst :)

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The day began with the usual rush of the office, but a text from your mom disrupted your focus: “We’re leaving today! Don’t forget to take us to the airport!” A wave of guilt hit you. Between your workload and stress, you’d almost forgotten about their trip to Paris.

You hurried home after work, greeted by the familiar chaos of your parents’ last-minute packing. Your dad was stuffing maps and snacks into his carry-on while your mom ran through her checklist for the third time. Hyunjin, your brother, was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, waiting for the inevitable cry of, “We’re late!��

Once the bags were loaded into the car, you piled in, squeezing into the backseat next to Hyunjin. The drive to the airport was filled with chatter about their plans. Your mom gushed about the landmarks she wanted to visit, while your dad rambled on about the history of the city they’d see.

At the airport, the goodbye was bittersweet. You hugged your parents tightly, promising to check in with them regularly. Your mom gave you a knowing smile, saying, “Don’t overwork yourself, and… maybe go on a date while we’re gone.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

As you watched them walk toward security, your eyes drifted across the bustling terminal. That’s when you saw him—Jungkook.

He stood a few gates down, dressed sharply as always, his posture exuding the same effortless confidence that made him such a formidable CEO. But it wasn’t just him. Beside him was a woman, tall and strikingly beautiful. She leaned close as they talked, her hand lightly brushing his arm. Then she laughed—a warm, effortless laugh that made your chest tighten.

You froze. She was everything you weren’t: tall, slender, dressed in designer clothes, her aura polished and magnetic. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but the familiarity between them was clear. A pang of insecurity struck you, and you quickly looked away.

Back in the car with Hyunjin, you were unusually quiet. When he asked what was wrong, you shook your head and mumbled,

“Nothing. Just tired.” But the image of Jungkook and that woman lingered in your mind.

“Alright, spill. You’re quieter than usual, and that’s saying something.” Breaking the silence, your brother spoke while driving. “Let me guess, you saw him at the airport,” Hyunjin said, leaning back against. His casual tone didn’t hide the sharpness in his gaze.

You crossed your arms, looking out the window. “You guessed right.”

Wait he does he know-

“Don't look so astonished. You're the one talking about your boss over dinner. And let me also guess—he wasn’t alone,” Hyunjin added, his voice almost sing-song.

You groaned. “Oh my god, can you not?”

“Hey, just connecting the dots,” he said, shrugging. “Who was she? His new assistant? A business partner? Or, ooh, maybe his fiancée?”

“She didn’t look like an assistant or a business partner,” you muttered. “She looked… perfect. Gorgeous, polished, like she walked off the cover of some luxury magazine.”

Hyunjin turned to look at you fully, an incredulous smile spreading across his face. “And? You’re intimidated by that? Please. She’s probably boring. I mean, do you think she knows how to annihilate someone at Mario Kart or eat an entire pizza in one sitting? No. But you do.”

You snorted despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

The next day, your lingering unease over the airport encounter was overshadowed by a sudden, other catastrophic event: the company’s system had crashed. Alarms blared as employees scrambled to respond. Sensitive employee and client data was at risk, and chaos spread through the office like wildfire.

Jungkook quickly called an emergency meeting. His voice was sharp and steady as he outlined the severity of the situation. “This is a critical breach,” he said, his gaze sweeping across the room. “We need solutions, not panic. Let’s move.”

The HR and IT teams sprang into action. Amid the chaos, you stepped forward, rallying the IT team with a calm authority that surprised even yourself. While others panicked, you assigned tasks, kept communication clear, and ensured everyone stayed on track.

Soojin leaned toward you, whispering, “Does he always sound this intense during emergencies?”

“Every time,” you replied, grabbing your notebook.

Minho shot a quick glance at Jungkook, then at you. “You okay? You’ve been kind of… off since yesterday.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Dohyun, chimed in nervously, “We need to focus. Who’s handling the communication with employees?”

“That’s us,” you said, your voice firm as you scanned the room. “Minji, can you coordinate updates for the staff? Soojin, take point on compiling affected accounts. Minho, work with IT to get an incident report drafted ASAP. Dohyun, assist wherever needed.”

As everyone scattered into action, Hajun, Jungkook’s assistant, handed him a tablet with a detailed damage assessment. Jungkook studied it with furrowed brows, his jaw tight.

“You,” he said, looking at you. “Stay. I need HR’s perspective on the recovery plan.” The tension in the room shifted, the others glancing at you briefly before leaving.

The IT team shuffled into the room, armed with laptops and frazzled expressions. Minho and Soojin joined you as you took your seat. Jungkook stood at the head of the table, exuding his usual air of authority.

“What’s the status?” Jungkook asked, his gaze locking onto the IT lead.

“We’re working on isolating the breach, but it’s extensive,” the lead replied. “We estimate at least 40% of the client database has been compromised.”

“Forty percent?” Soojin repeated, her eyes wide.

“We’ll need HR to handle internal communication and keep employees calm,” Jungkook said. His eyes flicked to you. “You’re taking the lead on that.”

You nodded stiffly, keeping your focus on your notes. “Understood.” Minho, ever observant, noticed your distant demeanor and shot you a curious look. Soojin’s gaze darted between you and Jungkook, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.

“Any thoughts, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, his tone unusually soft.

You hesitated, then replied, “We’ll draft clear messaging for employees and address concerns about data privacy. But IT needs to prioritize a transparent timeline for system restoration.”

Jungkook’s expression softened, his usual sharp edges momentarily dulled. “That’s a solid plan.”

But you refused to meet his eyes, keeping your attention on the notes in front of you. Minho leaned closer, muttering, “You two good? You’re acting weird.”

You shook your head slightly. “Focus on the task,” you whispered back.

As the team dispersed, Jungkook stopped you by the door.

“Hey” he began, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “You’ve been avoiding me. Did something happen?”

You stepped back, your expression guarded. “Nothing happened. I’m just focused on work.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed, his voice softening further. “If this is about—”

“Stop,” you interrupted, your voice steady but firm. “This isn’t the time or place. We need to recover our information.”

His jaw tensed, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he nodded. “Alright. But we’re not done with this conversation.”

As you walked away, you could feel the weight of his gaze on your back, and despite everything, a small part of you wished you could turn around.

Your heart clenched, the weight of his tone sinking deep into your chest. It wasn’t just his words—it was the way he said them, like he meant more than he let on. Like he wasn’t just talking about the system crash or the meeting but something far more personal.

But you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. If you did, you knew the resolve you’d been clinging to would crumble. Instead, you tightened your grip on your notebook and quickened your pace, willing the knot in your chest to unravel.

Hours passed, the office growing quieter as the chaos from the crash simmered down. Sometime past midnight, you found yourself in the break room, clutching a cup of lukewarm coffee, trying to steady the exhaustion settling in your bones. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door open.

“Late night?” Mr. Jeon's voice broke through the silence, low and familiar. You looked up, surprised to see him standing in the doorway. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up, and his posture was just as worn as yours. The CEO façade was gone, replaced with the same exhaustion you were feeling.

“I didn’t think you were the type to stay this late,” you teased, though there was a hint of tenderness in your voice.

He chuckled softly, stepping into the room. “I have my moments. Though, I’d rather not be stuck in a room full of data breaches and alarms.” He poured himself a coffee, his gaze flicking to you. “You handled that well earlier. Really well.”

You shrugged, pretending it wasn’t a big deal. “Just doing my job,” you said, but the warmth in his eyes made you feel like you’d done more than that.

He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No, really. You kept everyone grounded. You didn’t let the panic take over. That’s not easy, not with the pressure of everything falling apart.”

The compliment hung in the air between you, more genuine than anything you’d heard from him before. The distance that had always lingered, the formality of CEO and employee, seemed to dissolve in the quiet of the break room.

For a moment, the two of you stood there, silent, just existing in the stillness that had settled around you. The soft hum of the office at night and the distant clicking of keyboards felt like background noise to the tension building between you.

Then, emboldened by exhaustion, by the raw honesty of the moment, you asked the question that had been gnawing at you since the airport.

"Do you… have a girlfriend?"

The question hung in the air, too personal, too direct. You instantly regretted it, the unease creeping back into your chest. Jungkook’s eyes widened for a second, but to his credit, he didn’t seem offended. He paused, processing your question.

“We’ve known each other for a long time. It’s… complicated.” He said quietly, his voice softer now.

You swallowed, the knot tightening in your throat. You didn’t know what you’d expected, but his answer seemed to hold more weight than you were prepared for. The air between you shifted, becoming heavy with the questions you wanted to ask but couldn’t. You wanted to know more, but you didn’t dare. Was the woman in the airport his girlfriend?

"But no, I'm not currently in a relationship." He cleared his throat before taking a seat besides you.

The conversation faded, and soon, the moment passed. You both returned to work, but the quiet lingered between you.

Then, a few hours later, as you leaned over a file, focused on finalizing the details of the recovery plan, you felt something. A soft brush of fingers against your hair, a fleeting touch that made you freeze. Jungkook was standing just behind you, his hand lingering for a second longer than necessary before pulling back.

His fingers had gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the motion so subtle, yet it left a spark that crackled in the space between you. The intensity of the moment hit you both, leaving you frozen. You quickly looked away, unable to meet his eyes.

“Sorry, I just—” Jungkook began, clearing his throat, but you interrupted, the words tumbling out in a rush.

“I-I need to focus,” you said, the edge of urgency creeping into your voice. You could feel his gaze still on you, and it made your skin prickle, but you refused to meet his eyes.

Jungkook paused for a moment, the silence between you thickening. “You’re avoiding me again.” His tone was softer now, almost like he was testing the waters.

You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to keep your attention on the report in front of you. “I’m not avoiding you. I’m just—” You exhaled sharply, trying to gather your thoughts. “There’s too much to do.”

His gaze didn’t leave you. “Is it really about the work, or is there something else?” Jungkook’s voice dropped a fraction, and you could feel the weight of his words pulling at you.

You stiffened, your heart skipping a beat. “It’s nothing,” you muttered quickly, unwilling to open up. You could feel the pressure building, like you were standing on the edge of something you didn’t want to face.

“You’re lying.” He said it without hesitation, the words cutting through the tension. “I can tell when you’re upset, Y/N. And right now, you’re upset with me.”

You froze, the intensity in his voice making you look up for a split second, only to quickly look away again. "I’m not upset with you," you whispered, but it felt like a lie even as you said it.

He exhaled, the frustration in his eyes barely concealed. “You know, you’re impossible to read sometimes,” he said, voice quiet. “You push everyone away when things get hard.” He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space between you. “I’m not going anywhere, you know. You can talk to me.”

For a moment, you wanted to give in, to tell him everything that had been eating away at you. But the walls you’d built around yourself felt too high, too solid. You bit your lip and shook your head.

“I can handle it,” you replied, barely above a whisper.

Jungkook didn’t answer right away. The air between you two seemed to hang heavy, filled with things unsaid. He lingered, watching you, but then, with a quiet sigh, he backed off. "Fine. But don't think I'm going to let this go." His voice was softer now, almost resigned.

You kept your head down, not daring to look at him. The silence that followed was thick and heavy, but somehow, the space between you felt even larger than before.

Neither of you spoke for the rest of the night, the air heavy with unspoken things. But that fleeting touch had shattered something, leaving the two of you unable to ignore the charge in the room.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed both of you. You found yourself drifting into sleep at your desk, your head resting on your arms. The crisis had worn you down, and with everything that had happened, you couldn’t fight it anymore. The office was quieter now, the faint hum of computers and the distant tapping of keyboards the only sound in the dimly lit space.

Jungkook, still at working besides you, glanced up from his work, his gaze softening when he noticed you. He’d caught glimpses of your tired eyes earlier, the strain in your posture, but he hadn’t said anything. Now, watching you, he saw how utterly spent you were.

The air was thick with a quiet calm, and Jungkook hesitated for a moment. He wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion, the crisis that had brought you together, or something more, but he found himself standing up and walking toward you.

Gently, he placed his blazer over your shoulders, his movements careful so as not to wake you. The touch was almost instinctual, a quiet, unspoken gesture of care. His fingers brushed the back of your chair as he adjusted the fabric, and for a moment, he lingered there, his eyes studying the peacefulness of your sleep.

"What I am going to do with you?" He said out loud.

It was only after another few minutes that he finally sat back down at his desk, stealing one last glance at you. The weight of the night seemed to settle between the two of you, unspoken but tangible, as if the events of the last few hours had somehow shifted things.

And despite the exhaustion pulling at him, Jungkook found his own eyelids growing heavy. He hadn’t expected to fall asleep, not with everything still to be done, but as the minutes passed, he felt himself giving in to the pull of sleep. His head dipped slightly, and soon, he too had succumbed to the overwhelming weariness of the night.

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broidobe · 3 days ago

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𝔦𝔷𝔷𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱

requested!

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

just so loving honestly

he likes you put an arm around you and light a cigarette for you to share

there’s not a lot of talking but the silence is very comfortable

he’ll often put on a soft rock record for you two

to calm you down

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s a sucker for your hips and your sides

during literally any position he’s caressing them

when your on top, he guides them in the most loving way possible

he’s just so smooth with them

he treats them like they are human

he doesn’t really have a favourite body part on himself

it would probably be his dick

because it makes you feel good

and that’s like his purpose of being on earth in his mind

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes cumming in you

he doesn’t like to make much of a mess

but if you ask him to cum anywhere?

he totally will

he doesn’t mind facials but it’s something that happens more in quickies

but we’ll get into that later

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

izzy secretly loves the way your clothes smell after you’ve worn them—especially your lingerie.

sometimes, when you're not around, he’ll take a moment to hold onto them just to feel closer to you.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s actually a natural

he had barely ANY experience before you

just the odd groupie and still, that was like NEVER

he just kind of learned from all those stupid ass pornos

y’know…

he totally went to those theatres

and he would totally fuck you at one

once again, we’ll get into that ;)

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

i really went into detail on this in his nsfw headcannons so go there more more detail (linked on the gnr masterlist)

but it depends on mood honestly

when he’s feeling really affectionate:

missionary

lazy?

spooning

submissive? (ooohhhh boy he’s totally a switch guys)

cowgirl. this is his favorite position. 1000%. but once again, READ THE HEADCANNONS FOR MORE DETAIL

when he feels freaky somewhere totally unconventional?

anything sitting or standing works for him

normally sitting with you on his lap

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s really serious

like he might do a quiet hah if you accidentally knock something over

but he takes sex pretty serious

nice and laid back

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like he’s borderline bald down there

he shaves it

and there are like short prickles down there

he’s very neat down there

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s just so passionate

he pays attention to everything you do

he praises the shit out of your body in bed

not very vocal or loud but when he is he does NOT degrade you in any way

he just tells you how beautiful you look and such

god, you look so perfect right now

that’s my girl

you’re so good for me. So damn good

i love hearing you like that

you take me so well, baby

j = jack off (masturbation headcannon)

never really did it

he kinda saved it for “special occasions”

or at least what he thought as special

aka watching a porno at the theatre

but with you he doesn’t do any of that

he just doesn’t ever masturbate

he feels empty doing it without you

he’d definitely call you when on tour and jack off to your voice

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise and possession

he thrives on the idea of you being his

izzy lives for building you up with dirty praise.

telling you how good you feel, how perfect you look, and how no one else could ever compare.

he’s got a thing for making you feel claimed—whether it’s biting, marking your neck, or leaving faint scratches down your skin as a reminder.

he is lingerie OBSESSED

especially delicate, sheer pieces that leave just enough to the imagination.

if you surprise him in something lacy? he’ll absolutely lose it.

he’d keep the pieces he loves most and ask you to wear them just for him on special nights.

voyeurism but not really??

it’s something he hasn’t really told you

he’s into the idea of watching you at your most vulnerable state

he’d only let someone he REALLY trusts have you though

axl, being someone he’s close to, is probably his pick

he doesn’t know why, i mean axl would probably try to steal you, at least that’s what he thinks. the truth is, axl wouldn’t do that to izzy, especially cause he is literally OBSESSED with you.

izzy is absolutely obsessed with what you look like when you are cumming

so that’s another contributor to voyeurism

he’s not big on exhibitionism

but oh my god he knows how to build tension in public

running his hand up your thigh under the table, whispering something dirty at a party, or pulling you aside for a quick kiss that’s way too heated

very gentle hair-pulling

he doesn’t want to hurt you

but he loves having a fist of your hair in his hand

has a book of freaky ass polaroids of you

he keeps them hidden away like a personal treasure trove.

he loves flipping through them when you’re not around

mutual masturbation is something he can’t get enough of

remember how he said in the nsfw headcannons

you know how to make yourself feel the best, not me

yeah

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

your room

it’s comfortable, it’s spacious, it’s perfect

he can act however he wants without embarrassment

but don’t think i forgot the movie theatres

he loves taking you to them

not in a travis bickle way though (someone will get this reference, i swear)

because you wanna go too you horny bitch

but it’s just the thrill of not only being in public but also watching porn at the same time??

holy god

and if the theatre is empty??

he’s gonna make you guys try every position they do in the film

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s not the horniest guy ever

but if you sway your hips in a certain way

it gets him going

and really anything about you

if you are wearing anything revealing??

expect to be late to wherever you’re going

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

any sort of painful actions

he doesn’t want to hurt you at all

and degrading

he doesn’t want to make you feel small or insecure

because he thinks you are the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he lovesss giving

and he’s damn good at it

he’s like the tongue wizard

but he also loves getting head

the first time you guys ever had “sex”, you just gave him a blow job

and he swears that he saw god that day

he literally got so overstimulated you guys COULDN’T go on or he would’ve died

so he definitely prefers receiving but he loves giving just as much!

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

usually, he’s really slow and lovely, making sure to hit every spot

but sometimes a spark will come

and he will get so rough and hard

this is normally right after shows when he ego has been boosted to the extreme

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t love them

but he doesn’t hate them either

quickes only happen before shows

and they normally are you sucking him off and him giving you a facial

but if he has more time, he’ll bend you right over the vanity and take you right there

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

mehhhhhh he doesn’t really take risks

he more for building up tension in public then actually going at it

he’s up to try anything in bed as long as you are

you pretty much always are the one to step and an say you wanna try something

because he gets worried you won’t wanna

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i’d say three rounds, twenty minutes each

he knows how to preserve his energy so he could probably go for more

but then he’d just get tired

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’s not the biggest fan of them

he’s okay with you having them but he kinda gets jealous if you use it without him

it’s like “jeez you like it more than me”

but he adores using it on you

he doesn’t like the really techy ones though

just a simple bullet or something because he wants to be the one to drive you over the edge

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he really doesn't tease

maybe he’d tease your entrance before thrusting into you but that’s basically it

he doesn’t like upsetting you lol

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

as discussed in his headcannons, he’s pretty quiet

but when he says something, it’s unforgettable

he does slightly moan when he cums or thrusts into you

but it’s not a grunt

it’s very light and it’s honestly adorable

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has a thing for your collarbones

he’s always kissing, nipping, or running his fingers along them.

it’s his favorite place to linger

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches take it or leave it

he doesn’t have a lot of girth to it

but damn he knows how to use it

he knows he’s above average

and he is totally cocky about it

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i would say average

he’s not constantly horny like most people around him

he’s just very chill

it also depends on how you act around him

he mirrors your sex drive

if you are desperate, so is he

if your not really into having sex that day, he’s fine with it

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

10 minutes

he eventually just passes out

and a lot of times he does it with a lit cigarette in hand

so thank god you stay awake longer lol

#broidobe #guns and roses #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin gnr #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin fanfiction #izzy stradlin headcannon #guns n roses

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Elphaba was excited. She was taking Glinda to the aquarium, and Glinda loved fish and other sea creatures. She would be over the moon.

Elphaba went to Glinda from behind and hugged Glinda close to Elphaba’s chest.

“I’m so excited, Elphie. FISHIES!!!” Glinda said excitedly.

“Yes, Glinda fish. It is exciting,” Elphaba said.

Elphaba kissed Glinda softly and then peppered kisses along her cheek and down her face. Glinda giggled.

“Are you ready to go?” Elphaba asked.

“Is my outfit okay?” Glinda asked.

“You look beautiful,” Elphaba said.

“So do you, Elphie. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” Glinda said.

Glinda threw her arms around Elphaba and hugged her tightly to Glinda’s chest.

“Okay let’s go,” Glinda said.

Glinda took Elphaba’s hand, and the two walked out the door of their apartment.

Elphaba opened the car door for Glinda and held it open for her. When Glinda entered the car, Elphaba closed the door behind her. Elphaba entered the vehicle on the driver's side.

“I get to pick the music?” Glinda said.

“But I’m driving,” Elphaba said.

“You know I can’t drive, Elphie. Today is my day, so I get to pick the music since you are surprising me with the fishies,” Glinda said.

“Fine,” Elphaba said and rolled her eyes fondly.

“How long until we are at the aquarium?” Glinda asked.

“Chill, we haven’t left yet. It should take five minutes,” Elphaba said.

“Five minutes until the fishies. I’m so excited and can’t hide it,” Glinda started singing.

“Oh, you’re in an eighties music mood?” Elphaba asked.

“Eighties fits the mood of the day,” Glinda said.

“So, what are you most excited to see?” Elphaba asked.

“Nemo and Dory,” Glinda responded.

“Oh yes, our childhood,” Elphaba said.

“I wonder if we will see them together, and they’ll just keep swimming?” Glinda asked. “Are we almost there?”

“Two more minutes,” Elphaba said.

“I’m ready. I’m ready,” Glinda said.

The minutes passed quickly, and Glinda sang her songs. Elphaba parked the car and exited it. She opened the door for Glinda and held out her hand for her to take. Glinda took Elphaba’s hand, and the two walked into the aquarium.

“Yes, it is time,” Glinda whispered to Elphaba.

“Two full-access tickets, please?” Elphaba asked.

Elphaba paid for the tickets, and they walked into the aquarium.

“Can we go to Nemo and Dory first?” Glinda asked.

“Sure. the guide said it was this way,” Elphaba said.

Elphaba laid Glinda to where the clown fish were.

“Elphie look, its Nemo, and there is Dory,” Glinda said excitedly.

“Glinda, there are other people here,” Elphaba said.

“Elphie, you are the best partner ever. I can’t believe we are together,” Glinda said excitedly.

A woman walked up to Elphaba and smiled at her.

“Excuse me, you and your partner are so cute. Do you want a picture of the two of you together?” the woman asked.

“Why thank you, we are adorable. We would love a photo,” Glinda said.

Elphaba stood by Glinda, and the two posed by the fish tank. In one photo, Glinda pointed to the clownfish and smiled. In another photo, Glinda kissed Elphaba on the cheek.

“I love you, Elphie. I can’t believe I get to see the fishies with you,” Glinda said.

“I would do anything for you, Glinda, because I love you too,” Elphaba said.

The woman handed Glinda her phone, and Glinda looked at the pictures.

“We are so cute. All our friends will be so jealous of what a cute couple we make,” Glinda said.

“We are the cutest couple. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, Glinda. Want to see the sharks next?” Elphaba asked.

“O,h sharks. They are so big and bad. I love big and bad things,” Glinda said excitedly.

Elphaba loved sharks. Elphaba felt like she could relate to sharks a lot. They were misunderstood and villainized. Elphaba was also misunderstood and villanized for much of her life. Because of her skin colour, people expected her to be evil, but she was just a rebel who wanted justice for all that was wrong in the world. Before she met Fiyero, Glinda Elphaba thought she would be alone. Fiyero and Elphaba taught her that being different was an asset. Glinda also loved Elphaba unconditionally, warts and all.

“Glinda, I am so lucky to meet you back in college. Without you, I would still be the loner who thought she would forever be alone. But you friended me, and I became more than what was expected of me. I am like the sharks who misunderstand,” Elphaba said.

Glinda took Elphaba’s face in her hands and lightly caressed her cheek.

“Oh, Elphie. Like the sharks, you are much more than what you see on the outside. If it were not for you, I would appear to everyone to be vapid and shallow. But thanks to you and your depth, I am who I was always meant to be. You are the most beautiful person inside and out, Elphie,” Glinda said.

Glinda caressed Elphaba’s cheek and softly kissed Elphaba. The kiss conveyed how much Glinda loved Elphaba. Glinda wanted to show Elphaba that she was wanted and loved.

“I love you more than anything, Elphie,” Glinda said.

“I love you too, Glinda,” Elphaba said.

“Okay, we have seen the sharks and fishies, and now it is time to see the seals. I want to see them do the ball tricks,” Glinda said excitedly.

Glinda and Elphaba walked with their hands clasped in each other’s and to where the seals were.

“Oh My God, they are so cute!” Glinda exclaimed.

“Not as cute as you,” Elphaba said.

“Aww, Elphi,e you falter me,” Glinda said.

Glinda and Elphaba sat down and watched the seals show. The seals played with balls and came in and out of the water. Glinda was mezmerized by what she saw.

“Best day ever. I have the world’s best partner, and she is amazing. I love Elphie more than anything,” Glinda exclaimed excitedly.

The attendant asked them if they wanted a photo with the seal. Glinda nodded enthusiastically.

Glinda and Elphaba posed with the seal, which was a ball on its nose. They stood with their hands around each other. In one picture, and kissed Elphaba’s cheek. “Ready to head home?” Elphaba asked.

“Yeah, I’m ready to head home. I will show you how much I appreciate you when we get home. You and me in bed,” Glinda said, holding Elphaba close to Glinda’s chest.

Glinda kissed Elphaba with a promise of what was to come. Elphaba drove quickly to their home, and they enjoyed the rest of their day in bed.

#wicked #wicked fanfiction #wicked fic #gelphie #gelphie fanfic #gelphie fic #galinda upland #glinda upland #elphaba thropp #wlw post #wlw yearning #wlw blog #wlw love #wlw

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marauder-misprint · 2 days ago

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Hi! I don't know if you'd be comfortable writing this and if you aren't feel free to disregard this request lol but I was wondering if you could write a sirius black x plus sized reader hurt/comfort? Like maybe she's comparing herself to the people he's usually seen with and thinks he'd never be interested in her only for him to confront her after a bit of avoidance on her part and tell her that he doesn't think that way at all and that she's perfect and beautiful and he wants to be with her

Again if this is uncomfy or weird it's okay to ignore me- I've just been in a bad place recently and figured I'd try my luck haha

thank you for taking the time to read this! I adore your work ( ´∀｀)

Thank you so much for the request! I really hope I did it justice. I'm sorry that you're in a bad place and I hope it passes quickly ❤︎ I didn't go as deep into negative self talk as I could've - I know how mean we can be to ourselves.

Sending my love ❤︎

Boys like Sirius

Sirius Black x Plus size reader

2k words

cw: hurt/comfort, body issues, Happy Ending

It started in third year. Professor Slughorn grew tired of the Marauders interrupting every single lesson so he assigned them seats with different partners on different sides of the room. Remus in the back, Peter in the front, James on the left and Sirius on the right. It only sort of helped. Some days, it made the chaos that followed those boys fill the entire classroom, rather than their two stations. Other days, it meant that the boys talked to and worked with students they otherwise would’ve ignored. In Sirius’ case, that was you.

The two of you ran in completely different circles. You had never been partnered together before and when given the choice, Sirius always sat with another member of the Marauders. The first few lessons sat next to each other were filled with plenty of awkward silences, mostly because Sirius was grumpy that he was separated from his best friends during a subject he didn’t particularly care for. But slowly, he opened up and once he actually talked to you, he found that he was enjoying Potions, if not looking forward to it. You were also enjoying Potions, because who wouldn’t want the gorgeous and charming Sirius Black as their partner?

Your new friendship with Sirius spilled out of the Potions classroom. He’d wave to you in the corridor and talk to you in between classes. You were invited to study and go to Hogsmeade with all of his other friends. There were times when you felt out of place with his friends but Sirius made an effort to make sure you were included and listened to when you talked. In the end, you usually said yes to any invite because you got to spend more time with him.

The more time you spent with Sirius and the older you got, the bigger your crush on him got. You tried to play it cool. You tried to pretend that you weren’t absolutely head-over-heels in love with him, just like half of the girls at Hogwarts. Every time he flashed his trademark grin your way, you believed you had a chance with him, that maybe the stars were aligning and you’d get your guy. Every time he gave you a cheeky compliment or let his hand linger longer than a moment on yours, your heart would flutter with hope. Every invite was accompanied with hopeful eyes and excited chatter when you accepted. How could you not read into it?

However, with half the girls at Hogwarts in love with him, you knew your chances with Sirius were slim. It was painfully obvious in your sixth year. Girls got more brazen with their flirting. He was single and they wanted to change that. It seemed like in between every lesson and at every meal, there was a different girl twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at Sirius. And to make it all worse, it felt like every girl was skinnier than you.

These were the thinnest girls with teeny tiny waists. Sirius could have easily lifted any of them up without struggle. And, well, putting it lightly, you had curves. You had thighs, a stomach, a butt, arms, breasts, a body. Someone once said you just had big bones, like that actually meant something.

Every time Sirius flirted back with one of those girls who looked like the opposite of you, you felt a knife twist in your chest. It was hard to watch the boy you love flirt endlessly with those girls. It was a cruel reminder that boys like Sirius didn’t love girls like you. You felt doomed to a life without love. At least, without his love.

To lessen your pain, you began to distance yourself from Sirius. He had continued to partner with you in Potions every since third year. You talked less during Potions, knowing you couldn’t switch partners. You still waved back to Sirius when you passed in the corridors, but only if he waved first, and if he stopped to try to talk to you, you made an excuse to keep walking. You stopped finding him in the library to study with him and his friends, you stopped going to Hogsmeade with them. If you were barely friends with him, surely it would hurt less when the girls swarmed him.

It didn’t.

If anything, it made it hurt more.

Those girls had it all, and they got his attention. They got his love.

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After a particularly quiet Potions lesson, Sirius couldn’t take the silent treatment anymore.

“Oi, lovely, what’s happened?”

You froze as you were putting your things away. You cleared your throat as his words sunk in.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Sirius,” you said slowly. You hoped to Merlin that you sounded confused and not guilty.

“Feels like you’ve been avoiding me,” he clarified. “Only ever see you in this class… and even then, you’re… you’re not you. You’re quiet. You won’t even look at me.”

You pursed your lips together. So, he noticed.

“I’m just paying attention, that’s all,” you lied.

He scoffed. “Paying attention so much you won’t study with me, ahem, us anymore? You won’t come to Hogsmeade?”

You felt the insecurities rising in you like bile in your throat. You didn’t want to talk about this. You knew it would only lead to you admitting your crush on him and his inevitable rejection of you. You could practically hear him saying already ‘I don’t feel the same about you… maybe it’s better you’ve been avoiding me if that’s how you feel.’ Boys like Sirius don’t fall for girls that look like you, you reminded yourself.

You don’t look at Sirius. Instead, you quickly finished putting your things away.

“I need to get to my next class,” you muttered before disappearing out of the classroom.

Sirius watched you go. He ran his hand down his face. He missed you, your presence, your smile and laugh, everything. And here he was, wondering what he had done to make you avoid him so desperately.

He found you after classes were over for the day; he knew he had to minimize your available excuses. He was going to talk to you. Sirius would be damned if he had to go another day without knowing you were acting this way.

“Hey! Love, can we talk?” he said, grabbing your wrist gently.

“Sirius, I have to-”

“Please, I need to know what I did,” he said, beautiful grey eyes filled with worry.

“What you did?” you repeated.

Your hesitation, although it was only a slight pause, was enough to allow Sirius to pull you down the hall and into an empty classroom. He closed the door behind you.

“Yes, what I did. What did I do to make you avoid me? I thought we had a good thing going, you know?”

You looked anywhere but at him. Even without seeing him, you felt yourself getting choked up. You could see his worried eyes in your mind and it was paired with the butterflies you got from him holding onto your wrist.

“You didn’t do anything,” you managed to say, although your voice is tight, the obvious sound of someone about to cry.

He walked toward you, putting his things down on the desk behind you and then taking your things out of your arms to put next to his. Then he held the sides of your arms. You had no choice but to look at him.

“Then why? Why have I lost you?”

Why have I lost you? You wanted to scoff at him. You wanted to laugh dryly. Like you were ever his to lose. Could you tell him that you were just making space for all the girls that fawned over him? Could you tell him that it hurt too much to be that close to him and knowing he’d never look at you like you look at him?

“I-I… I’m protecting myself,” you decided on saying. “At least, I'm trying to.”

“Protecting yourself from what?” he asked earnestly. He paused as he looked into your eyes which were getting glassier by the second. “You know the boys would never prank you, right? I’d never let them.”

“No, not that.” You shrugged off his hands so you could turn away from him. You couldn’t bear to see him when he rejected you for what you looked like. “From… I’m protecting myself from heartbreak.”

“Heart… break…” There was a moment of silence. Then you felt his hand on your arm again. “Love, please explain what you mean.”

His voice made your heart break more than it already was. He was going to make you spell it out for him. He was going to make you say how much you loved him and that you knew he would never reciprocate it. It made your next words come out more angry than you had ever spoken to him before.

“I thought that if I put space between us, that I could stop loving you and it would hurt less to see every girl flirt with you, to see you flirt with every girl who… who doesn’t look like… like me.” Your words came out scathing like fire. It didn’t help that you could feel the hot tears streaming down your face.

His hand dropped from your arm and you felt your stomach drop. Here it came. Here came the rejection.

“You think I’m flirting with them?”

His voice was soft. It sounded almost insulted? It was followed by a soft disbelieving chuckle.

“Love, I may have… partaken in banter, but if I flirted, I never meant to.” His hand found your shoulder and turned you back toward him. “The only girl I’ve flirted with is in front of me.”

His other hand raised to wipe the tears from your face.

“I suppose my intentions could have been more clear, if you’re feeling this way. You should know I don’t invite just anyone to Hogsmeade.”

You couldn’t find the words to respond. His words didn’t feel real. It felt like the world’s cruelest prank. Your uncertainty must’ve been written on your face because Sirius kept talking.

“Love, I’m gone for you. You’re the most perfect person I have ever seen and had the pleasure of knowing and spending time with. Slughorn pairing us together in third year? The biggest blessing, even if I didn’t know it at first.”

He gave you a moment to process what he was saying, seeing if you had a response yet. You opened your mouth to try to say something but all that came out was a squeak.

“Let me be clear, I really, really, really like you. I want to take you on dates and spoil you like you deserve. I want to spend more time with you. I want to go to Hogsmeade with you and just you. I want to study with you, even if it ends up with you actually studying and me watching you… which is what usually happens when I’ve invited you in the past, in case you never noticed.”

You were beginning to smile, so he continued.

“I want to hear you laugh. I want to talk to you in the corridors. I want to sit next to you during meals and be with you in the common room. I want to kiss you. I want to snuggle with you and hug you and hold you. I really mean it when I say you’re perfect. You’re so bloody gorgeous and if I have to blatantly flirt with you every day so that you believe it, I will. You just have to say the word.”

“Okay,” you said quietly in a shaky breath.

“Can… can I kiss you?”

You nodded and Sirius took a confident step toward you. He held your face with both of his hands before bringing your face to his. All of your insecurities don’t disappear in that moment like you’d want them to, but you felt more confident than you had in a while. You felt like you were on top of the world though. The boy you love likes you back; and you know this because you can’t fake a kiss like this.

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🍺🖤This Hell We Create

Sebastian x F!Muggle!Reader with eventual smut, minor Garrinis [E-Rated, 5.6k words]

"Just... be careful." He takes your hand, bowing to kiss the fingers like delicate embers in a breeze. "Now, bar girl," he murmurs, "where's the fun in that?"

Harlow prepares to take his revenge. Sebastian has a plan to protect you.

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TW: coarse language, blood/ injury, gendered language, explicit smut MDNI (dom!Seb, dirty talk, wall sex, porn with feelings, public sex, cunnilingus, very slight breeding kink), and one threat of sexual assault (not made by Sebastian or the bar girl). This occurs in Harlow's paragraph of dialogue shortly after he is reintroduced, which you can skip over if you'd prefer. Please take care. <3

6. worth the risk

Sebastian's urges never seem fully satiated, but you're happy to try. Minutes may pass, or hours. You indulge the time making love, passionately, raggedly, between bouts of uncontrollable laughter or breathless, all-consuming kisses. His smell becomes part of the place, part of you. Sometimes you sleep for a little while only to wake and start all over again, with hands that already know the right places to tease.

It must be three o'clock when you next stir. In the indigo bloom of darkness, Sebastian is limned by the hazy moon rays that wander through the curtain parting. Light makes his back muscles cleave sharply down his body, burnished with ink. Even obscured, he is beautiful. You pull up slightly, rousing him – he half-turns, clasping your hairbrush.

"What are you doing with that?"

He puts it down. "Thought I'd comb my hair a little."

"I like it mussed."

"Especially when you muss it?" He lets out a low chuckle. "Sleep, love."

"Only if you join me."

Sebastian doesn't care that your breath smells bad and there's crust in your eyes. He slips in beside you, enveloping you with that broad, strong warmth that draws you into his protection. It's safe here. Nothing can hurt you. He kisses your brow, and it feels like music, heart beating a slow, steady rhythm that lulls you to sleep as easy as the clouds drift lazily across the sky.

"Shall I tell you a secret?" he asks when you're next awake.

You smirk and roll into him. "Go on, then."

"You know Ominis is my best friend? His last name's not actually Gaunt." His eyes twinkle. "It's Weasley."

"That's your secret? That he's married to Garreth's sister?" you scoff. "Bit odd for a man to take his wife's surname, but hardly worth hiding, is it?"

"He's not married to Garreth's sister."

"Oh? He's adopted?"

"Wrong again. Ominis and Garreth, they're..."

"... Work partners."

"No... it's just the two of them living together, so they're..."

"Best friends? And without you. Must be a blow to your ego."

"God, bar girl." He laughs. "They're fucking."

You jerk backwards. "What?"

"More precisely they're married, but I guess that also means they're fucking."

You don't know how to react. "Two men, married?"

"That's a better secret, isn't it?" He winks. "Keep an open mind."

You're not really sure what to do with this information, but the pieces rearrange in your head. That explains their relationship a little better, not of boss and underling, but of lovers hiding beneath a veil of secrets. At least you can relate to that.

"Should I be worried they'll try to poach you from me?"

"Ominis would rather eat rocks," Sebastian says, laughing. "Garreth... wouldn't surprise me if he tried. I'm very desirable, after all."

You snort. "Tell me something about you, then. Something no one else knows."

"Now that's a tougher order." His hands settle in your hair and he plays with it gently, sending sparks down your scalp. "How mysterious do you think I am?"

"If you could bury your secrets at the bottom of the ocean, you would."

"Touché." He draws his fingers up, massaging your head. "All right, I will confess something... I bite my nails."

"That's why they look so bad."

"And I have a terrible addiction to looking at myself in the mirror."

"Sebastian."

"It's painful to be this handsome, bar girl."

"You're certainly a pain." You drag your fingers down his chest, letting each bristle of hair be the spark that keeps you alight. "I'm serious. Or do you really think you're an open book?"

"Not at all." His voice comes out gravelled but meek. "Are my secrets worth knowing?"

"You are worth knowing. Every piece of you."

You snuggle into him to emphasise this truth. I am safe, the motion says. I will guard your heart as you have guarded mine. After a moment, he slowly traces each vertebrae of your spine, one by one by one like a bead of liquid silver trickling down a stairwell. On a cold winter's night, it couldn't be any more comforting a touch. Perfect.

"I regret what I did for the wrong reason."

By the small of your back, he pauses and meets your eye, waiting, urging for a sign to continue. This path is fretful and dangerous, another way it could upend your perception of him. But very little could, and you place a kiss on his chin in solidarity.

"It's the worst part of me." He continues it quietly, like distant rain. "Every day in prison I thought about my uncle. How would I do it differently? How could I help my sister without dooming us all? The truth is... that fifteen year old boy didn't know any better. He didn't have a support network. He didn't feel like he could trust the teachers. His best friends were against his ideas from the start. You know that feeling that makes your entire body recoil? When your disgust is so resonant you feel it in your bones, and you'll do mental somersaults to think of anything else? I thought it was remorse.

"But I realised after confronting it... I didn't regret his death. I regretted what it did to my soul. I regretted the decisions that led me to her death, and drinking. I regretted hurting her and my friends."

"You regret getting caught."

"Yes." He's barely audible now. "It took a long time for Anne to come to terms with not only what I did, but why. I killed him for her."

You cup his cheek, steadying the demons that manifest like embers in ash.

"And look how far you've come since then. You got through prison. You're getting better. You've made new, lasting connections. She's looking down on you with a smile."

Instead he smirks. "Hope not. That means she's seen my dick." But there's sadness there, and worry and hesitation and pleading and all the things that remind you of the man behind the façade. "I felt relief, not regret, that he was dead. That I gave her a chance to live. Does that... am I a selfish monster?"

You wrap your arms around him.

"Selfish, yes, but that doesn't make you a monster, Sebastian," you say, listening to his heartbeat with ease. "That makes you human."

By sunrise he hasn't thought of a plan, but when his cock thrusts into you, and your face thrusts into the pillow, you can't bring yourself to worry. He empties over your bed several times and takes measures to make sure you're equally pleasured too, that by the time you clean yourselves up for the morning you're already tired.

You make it in time to intercept your mother from tottering right over the bannister.

"It's all right," you say to him, when you eventually coax her to the armchair. "If you need to be somewhere else—"

"No," he says, with that half-smile that is yours. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

A natural charmer and entertainer, he helps clean, feed and move your parents to the sun room. By some miracle they actually recognise him too, the man who vanishes in the fireplace – you want to ask more about that but suspect Sebastian will give answers so cryptic they couldn't solve a fiendish crossword – and with his help you finish the morning's work in half the time. Ada arrives to watch them and says nothing of Sebastian's presence, agreeing without words to keep one more secret sealed on her lips.

The pub opens for the breakfast rush without any issue out of the ordinary. You swab countertops. Serve customers. Take coin in your pocket and snags on the chin. Sebastian remains through it all, the fallen guardian angel ever present and watchful, and though he resists as long as he can, it's not even twelve before he's halfway into a stout, foam coating his lips in a golden froth. You're tempted to lick it off.

The day is almost perfectly normal. Almost.

Because there is one thought that keeps you twitchy and addled. One thing that makes your hair stand on end, hyper-vigilant of every noise and new face. Harlow's retaliation may not be immediate. It may not even be next week. But he will come – and you have no idea when.

So each night, Sebastian stays to protect you.

It becomes as easy as breathing to fall asleep in his arms, sometimes after riotous love-making or kisses that leave you breathless, sometimes after enjoying one another's company in the small ways, words as loud as ghosts and touches as searing as the moon in the cloudless sky. You refuse to relax at the start, and try to remember what could happen the moment you let your guard down, but with Sebastian lulling you to sleep with a story, a crooked grin or the simple safety of his embrace, the promise is a difficult one to keep.

It was only a week ago, but Harlow becomes as distant a memory as a decade.

And that comfort is dangerous.

You're in the beer cellar below, hunting for the rye whisky, when Sebastian wanders down to find you. Without the peek of natural sunlight you could fool yourself into thinking it's night, the thicket of kegs set gently aglow by gas lamps on the wall.

"Thought you might want my help." His brow dances. "Or my muscle. Whichever suits."

"I'm just debating whether it's worth bringing up another rye. We're low and Old Dodder could neck it solo." You turn to him fully. "You haven't heard anything?"

"No."

"It's been a week. No one's heard from him even once?" You tap your nails on the keg's rim. "Why? What's he doing?"

"How'd you know there hasn't been hundreds of attacks I've valiantly fought off?" You fix him a look, which only broadens his smile. "We're keeping an eye out, I promise. Don't stress."

"In this line of work that's impossible. There's about ten different things I have to manage, and that's without a criminal gang out for my head."

His smile turns a little smug, and he prowls closer, a distinctive glimmer in his eye. "Then let me help?"

"Oh yeah? Sebastian Sallow, bar boy? I'd fancy watching you hold a tray of beers without spilling a drop. Or taking a cheeky sip."

"I was thinking more the stress, love."

He tucks you between a cluster of kegs and himself. Much taller and broader, Sebastian's scent overwhelms all others, richly dark musk, leather, sweat, oak, stout. His thumbs find the small of your waist, pressing you inwards, trapping you.

"What did you have in mind?" you ask demurely.

His kiss captures you mid-breath, and you sink into him, taken by his strength and dominance. You've kissed him tens, hundreds of times now, and it never feels any less euphoric. He tastes of malt and gold, caramel and power, and with his lips meandering across your cheeks and down your jaw, then enthusiastically across your throat with enough bite to sting pleasantly, it's hard not to demand he fuck you then and there.

"Sebastian—"

"Sssshhh." He caresses your lips. "No more stress."

The kisses set fire to your core as he trails down the front of your apron, down to your tapered waist and the volume of your skirts until he's on his knees before you. Anticipation makes your sex throb, and when his hands slip under the layers, drawing it above his head, you let out a little bleat of surprise.

"T-This is a cellar!"

"Then you'd better keep quiet, love."

Without warning he buries his face between your legs, and you're embarrassed, secretly pleased, to realise how wet the bloomers cling to you with excitement. He tugs on the string holding them in place to reach your entrance, swollen after a pathetically minimal amount of stimulation. Sebastian just has that way – a few words, a touch, a smile, and you unravel. His nose caresses your clit, and you let out a gasp.

"You smell delicious," he murmurs into the folds, flowering open at the vibration. "Spread yourself for me."

A wet, warm tongue slides across you, and you grab the keg to anchor yourself, so turned on you widen your stance and roll your hips forward to give him better access. He chuckles, another vibration, and continues to lick the ache, slow, leisurely, each lap so discreet in reality but loud and slick to you.

"Wider," he demands softly. "Let me taste more of you."

Propriety crumbling, you inch your legs outwards, allowing Sebastian easier access.

"T-This is too risky—"

The trap door flies open, filling the cellar with sunlight. You yank your arms to your sides at once. Sebastian freezes, tongue suspended on your clit – but not retreating.

"There you are!" Bonny heads down a few steps – she tilts her head. "What you doin' in there, miss?"

Thank God there's a bunch of barrels in the way. "S-Stock count."

"Cook did that this morning?"

Shit. "I know, I'm just—"

His tongue grazes deeper over your entrance. You almost moan. Bastard. Instead, you physically wrench your facial muscles back into place.

"Bein' thorough?" offers Bonny.

Another lash of his tongue, this time playing with the rim.

"Very," he whispers.

You knee him gently but he just licks again. Fuck. It's harder and harder to look calm, harder to control the urge to sink your fingers into the curls and ride his fucking face.

"T-Thorough, yes," you manage. "I'll be out in a min."

She makes to step forwards. "Want any help?"

"No! I mean, no, thank you." You can't focus. Bonny's there but in your mind's eye you can only see Sebastian between your legs, working you to climax. "Promise I won't be long."

His pace quickens, sliding back forth back forth. You nudge him again, which only makes his tongue more eager. The world teeters.

"Aw'right, well," says Bonny, "I'll tell the bloke with the walking stick to wait at the bar then? He's looking for your man but I can't seem to find him."

Sebastian coils his arms around your thighs, adjusting the position as his tongue slips easily inside you.

"Yes!" you cry, then cough. "Yes, that would— be— great."

Bonny makes a face but shrugs and swings the door shut behind her, leaving you in dusky silence again.

"You arsehole—"

He doesn't let you finish, using his whole mouth now to stimulate your clit and entrance in tandem. Burying in and out, across and up, kissing and sucking. Your head cranes backwards, your hands fist your skirt to channel the frustration, the desire. Fuck, it feels amazing. A guttural moan escapes your mouth but doesn't even sound like your own, so lost in the thrill – and when Sebastian licks and licks and licks without stopping, you're quickly arcing your back and bucking against his mouth until the release comes swift and fast, pulsing sloppily over his face.

It takes a few seconds to regain some measure of poise. Sebastian drops the skirt and reveals himself grinning widely and sticky with cum.

"You're incorrigible."

"And you're welcome."

"We could've been caught."

He thumbs his face and licks it off, without taking his eyes off you. "You enjoy the risk."

"I'm at risk of being caught and destroying my reputation. You're hiding under my skirts."

He stands and slips your chin into his grasp, tilting it up to ghost his lips.

"Careful, love. I might like to show you how brazen I can be."

One step closer pins you between the wall and him. His breath susurrates as he dips down to your ear.

"I'd fuck you on that counter if you'd let me."

The image of you sprawled out for all to see, naked and begging and at the mercy of his pleasure, sends heat up unspooling through your core again, and a coy glance downwards shows that same desire reflected in his physical form.

"Ominis is waiting for you."

"Hm." He grasps your arse tightly and hoists you to the wall, pressing his bulge between your legs. "Let him wait."

With two firm tugs you undo his breeches, and Sebastian claims your mouth, tongue still salty and sweet with your juices. He roughly grinds forwards, pulsing a new wave of pleasure down your navel, satisfying of the feel of his hard, eager cock. One stroke elicits a mid-kiss groan down your throat, and when you reach to grasp him, please him, the wetness that quickly blooms from the head drives your wants mad.

The nights are tender and loving, but today, with the pub hall only upstairs, Sebastian buries the tip, then the entirety of him, inside you in a quick, flush motion. You feel full yet famished still. Legs curled around him and arms steady, you become a vessel for his pleasure as he ruts into you so hard the floorboards groan. Someone could hear you – you're sure of it. If Bonny or anyone had another question or thought to check on their boss, they would get treated to a sight of Sebastian's cock between your legs, yet you take each thrust willingly and frantically, rocking to his rhythm in desperation to find a new release. He's right, you enjoy the risk. You enjoy him. Clinging to his back, you relish his hard muscles bearing your weight, and dig your nails into his shirt and flesh beneath.

He peels free as he adjusts position, gripping your thighs like vice, and his mouth finds the swell between your neck and collarbone. The sensations tip you closer and closer. Your body doesn't just want to orgasm, it needs to. You have to let go. A rasping moan bleats from your lips, broken by ragged pants.

"Keep quiet, love," he commands. "Only I get to hear you cum."

Your spine hits the wall with each thrust. The fire builds until its pleading, beseeching for release, and with one final desperate movement you clench around his cock and freely orgasm, biting your lip to curb the scream that surges up your throat. Divine pleasure wracks every bone.

"S-Sebastian..."

His name blurted like that makes his grip tighten. He pants raggedly, pumps with no rhythm, eyes fluttering upwards and nails biting, and when he finally pulls out to twist away before his release spurts, his face contorts with pleasure, almost pain, that he can't cum inside you, leave you dripping and marked as his as you work.

Knees too week to stand, you slump to the floor, spent.

"You really... are incorrigible..."

He lets out a low chuckle and runs a hand through his sweaty curls.

"But you love it."

You do.

He leans over and slips a hand around your waist, pulling you up to his chest. For a long moment, as your hearts climb down from the high together, neither of you say anything. Despite his past, his secrets, his vices, Sebastian has become the one place where you can truly be yourself. There are no worries or impossible expectations, no societal burdens, no weight nor responsibility. No stress. He is the safety net, the impenetrable monument, the sun that whispers to the sprout to thrive, and if Heaven exists, it's this beautiful connection, the golden threads that bind you together with something far greater than love.

Adventure, freedom, the new and unexpected but never unwelcome. Sebastian is all those things and more.

"I don't want to see what the brute wants," he murmurs. "I'd rather stay here with you forever."

Your focus tugs back to those brilliant coffee eyes.

"Just for now will be enough."

To divert suspicions, you go back to the main hall first.

Tidying yourself up is harder than it sounds, with the flush of sex fresh on your face. With a final kiss, Sebastian promises to clean up as you head up out the stock room and into the hall. Ominis is distinctive immediately by his unfittingly taut posture, state of overdress and cane slotted tightly into his palm, but he lifts his chin as you approach, like he can scent you coming.

Hopefully not. He might mistake you for his friend.

"Good afternoon, madam," he greets cordially, setting his teacup down. "Sebastian is close by, I presume."

Sebastian saunters out next, and it seems to take all his willpower not to touch you. His easy smile capsizes from post-coital bliss to pre-disaster despair.

"Please tell me you're here to buy me a drink and nothing else?"

"I have news," he says. "On Harlow."

"Then out with it," you demand. "What do you know?"

"It's best I discuss the matter with Sebastian privately."

"Why? They're going to come here, ain't they?"

He makes to retort, but Sebastian cuts in. "She's right, Ominis. Let's both hear it."

Ominis purses his lips in hesitation, but stands. "Very well. I have... informants who have received word that he intends to strike the premises with a dozen of his men tonight."

Your heart leaps into your throat. "What? Tonight? Then why are you here? Go stop him!"

Ominis is unrelentingly stoic. "Intent is not a crime, and unfortunately Harlow has a large enough following that means we must catch him in the act to arrest him. Any premature move could give away the element of surprise. He underestimated you last time, so I imagine he will bring full..." he rolls his lips, "firepower tonight."

"I have a plan, don't worry," Sebastian adds at your horror. "Been cooking it some time."

"And you didn't think to share it with me?" you snap.

"It's no longer safe for you here," Ominis says coolly. "You'll need to make accommodations elsewhere for the time being."

"And what about my pub?"

"Let us handle it."

"I'm hearing a lot of don't worry about it and not enough telling me what you plan to do."

"That's all I can share. Sebastian," he says abruptly, "we'll discuss more later, once I have logistics in place."

He glides away like he hasn't just upended your entire world. It's one thing to target you, another entirely to target this place. You live here, work here, grew up here, met Sebastian here. It can't all end in ruin.

"Just for tonight, lay low at my place." Sebastian fishes in his pocket and places a warm metal key into your palms. "Garreth will be more than happy to watch your parents, he has a spare room, he's very discreet and he adores old people."

You don't even have the brain power to fathom how Sebastian could organise that in one afternoon. "I won't cower."

"Not cowering. All you have to do—"

"No." You thrust the key back into his hand. "This time you tell me what's going on. It's not a pig-headed customer or a carriage to the seaside, Sebastian. This place is my life."

"I know, and I would never do anything to jeopardise it."

"So why can't you tell me your plan?"

"Because I don't want you to worry about me, more than you already will." He steps closer, gets quieter. "Everything will work out, but for that to happen, I need to know you're safe and far away. I can't... I can't risk you getting hurt. I can't work to protect this place knowing you're in danger."

"You're on leave," you whisper. "I don't want you getting hurt."

"I won't." He puts the key back and cups your hands over it. "I know it's hard for you, but—"

"Trust you?"

"Now you're getting it." His hands slip away – you miss the warmth keenly. "It'll be over by morning, I promise."

This side of him, confident and self-assured and doubtless everything will be okay, draws you in like seduction. This isn't the first time you've put your faith in his hands, but now it kindles a feeling of helplessness in your belly. He's never let you down before and has no reason to now – but still, you can't help feel pushed over your limit.

There's more at stake this time. Your life and your parents' lives are more important, yes, but it feels... wrong, to abandon your home when it needs you most.

"All right," you back down, uneasy but left without options. "Just... be careful."

He takes your hand, bowing to kiss the fingers like delicate embers in a breeze.

"Now, bar girl," he murmurs, "where's the fun in that?"

The door opens before the third swing of the knocker.

"Brilliant timing!" Garreth greets, ushering you inside. "Just tucked your parents into bed!"

It took a forty minute walk to reach the Weasley townhouse on the west side of the city. You've forgone wondering the hows and whys of Sebastian's machinations, so it doesn't surprise you to find your parents in the spare bedroom, sitting up and nattering about green flames. The place is surprisingly plain, with a sparse number of portrait photographs on an empty oak shelf, a navy armchair that clashes with red wallpaper and a cuckoo clock, except instead of chiming on the hour, it chimes at seven minutes past.

"Cup of tea?" asks Garreth. "It'll be good for the nerves, and not to brag, but I'm very good at hand-brewing."

"No, thank you. Is Mr Gaunt here?"

"Why would he be here?" he blurts. "He doesn't live here, or anything. He's just my colleague. At work. Working. Yeah. He and Sebastian are already on the case."

You stew on it as you ensure your parents are settled and comfortable. It's already past nine and the pub closed early, and if Ominis' intel is correct, Harlow's gang will be storming the place in a few hours. He wouldn't hesitate to deliver a killing blow; Sebastian would, despite his blood-stained past. What if, in granting mercy, he gets badly hurt or killed?

"What about Kath?" you ask, and Garreth stiffens. "Does she know?"

"Errrrr." He laughs nervously. "Don't be mad..."

"What, Garreth?"

"They're not exactly doing this... by the book..." He holds up his hands. "They won't be able to stop Harlow any other way. And trust me, even when Seb's off his tits he's too competent to let shit go awry."

"So it's just him and Ominis? Against Harlow's entire gang?" You glare at him. "What exactly is this plan?"

Garreth goes a little pale. "They're going to use bait to lure him into a trap they've set. That's all."

"Bait?" you snap. "What bait?"

"It'll be fine, I promise! Over by one, Seb told me. He's that confident."

Time seems to distend. Sebastian was right – you are worrying, so much it gnaws your insides. They're outnumbered and outmanned and assuming Harlow will be idiot enough to fall into whatever this trap is they've set, presumably at your pub's expense.

"Where's that handsome, tattooed young man, hmm?"

You spin to your father, wrenched from the conversation. "What?"

"Oh, if I were fifty years younger, sweetheart," your mother chimes, relaxing next to him, "I'd be all over him!"

You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Of course they remember him, out of everyone they've ever met. "He's busy right now."

"Not without another woman, I hope?"

"No, Mama."

"What a lucky chap he is to have you at his side. Not everyone gets that, you know." Your mother turns to face your father with a smile. "The adventures we had... they were always worth the risk."

Adventure, and freedom, and the new and unexpected but never unwelcome... a painful ache goes through you. Wasn't that something you learnt when you were with Sebastian? Living, rather than surviving? Taking the risk rather than hiding away?

Downstairs, you grab your things as Garreth opens the front door.

"You can stay, if you want," he says, leaning against the doorway. "It'll be a tight squeeze, but I can whip up a bed for you in the living room."

Sleep will be hard enough at Sebastian's place. "Thanks, but I'll be all right. You'll call if there's any issues?"

"Don't worry, I'm used to entertaining old people. If they can't sleep I can show them some magic! Er, by that I mean coin tricks and pulling my thumb off, of course." He laughs awkwardly. "Keep out of trouble tonight?"

You don't make that promise.

It's lonely in Sebastian's place without him.

To busy yourself, you tidy. Charming as the owner is, he's a terrible mess, and his attempts to clean since you were last here only mean the floor is free of empty bottles. You scrub the kitchen countertop, hoping each stain that peels away will relieve the anxiety storming through your gut.

It doesn't.

Even when you wash and dress and climb into his bed, breathing his familiar scent, your feet feel like they're filled with lightning, charged and restless and twitchy and taut. The clock ticks on Sebastian's wall. The pendulum swings. It passes midnight, then one, and you hear no sign, nothing that relieves you of this nightmarish cycle of waiting, hoping, praying, pleading.

Wait. Hope. Pray. Plead.

The later it gets, the worse your thoughts become. Harlow's grin. The place is flames. Sebastian struck down. Sebastian unmoving...

Everything you love is there. The building, the memories... him. If things go wrong, not only will you lose the place, but the person, too. He said to trust him – and you do, so much your soul aches at the thought of lying here, doing nothing, while he risks his life for you.

Maybe it's time to risk your life for him. Just this once. Just for love.

Without another breath, you're out of bed, dressing and snatching your coat and shoving your feet into boots. Fuck it. The most harm you can do is swing a punch with whatever muscle you've developed moving furniture and pouring beer, but if Sebastian's in trouble and there's any way you can help, even if it means acting as bait yourself, you'll seize it.

Outside, it doesn't take long to grasp your bearings, as the river cuts seamlessly through the city centre, but it's a bit of a walk, and the dark is no place for a lone woman. You keep to brightly lit areas and skirt strangers in wide arcs, channelling that fear into a determined pace.

When you near Ye Olde Hen House, a sharpness tickles the air.

It's not strong at first, but as you get closer the smell thickens and dries your tongue. Smoke. It tastes like Guy Fawkes' Night, fireworks and bonfires and effigies charred to cinders. You jog, then sprint, the last two streets until you can see the plume rising from the source.

In another life, the sight would be biblically divine. Devour the old to make way for the new. Sometimes you wished it, when the pipes burst or the carpet wore away or the damp crept through a leak in the ceiling, but watching the old building now, with its windows shattered and the great orange tongues churning through the wood like claws through flesh and bone, shoots an intense pang of grief up your chest. The place may be old, tired and decrepit, but it's yours.

This is dangerous. You shouldn't go further. But the thought of Sebastian burning within compels you to race forwards, faster than your limbs have ever taken you before. There's nothing you can do to save the place now, but if he dies as you stand here and watch, there wouldn't be a lifetime long enough to atone.

"Sebastian!" you screech. "Sebastian!"

Just as you come upon the entrance, the flames recede. You skid to a halt. Someone is inside. Him? Or Harlow? You hit the great double-door, expecting resistance – but the wood is soggy and you burst into the main hall, still aflame and wrecked so completely it's almost unrecognisable.

Harlow has his back to you, and the grief doesn't have time to bloom.

His clothes are singed, he's leaning heavily to one side and thick blood weeps from numerous injuries, including an enormous gash down the length of his back. Trembling and red with rage, he stands opposite a figure too obscured by both cloak and smoke to make out clearly.

"And after you're dead, I'll come for your whore. Tie her up, make her scream. Maybe find out what you find so sweet about her Muggle cunt." He bellows a hysterical laugh and raises something wooden in his hand. "Save a seat in hell for me."

No. You seize the first thing you can find: the cast-iron pan hanging on the rack. The handle makes your skin sizzle, but you clamp down on the agony – and jab the curve right into Harlow's exposed wound.

The screech he lets out could curdle blood, and he drops to his knees. You reel back. He only just turns around – eyes going wide – before you whack it against his head, and his body thumps to the ground, unconscious. Maybe dead. You drop the pan, palms red and raw and quivering with pain, and look over.

The figure steps back – but it's not Sebastian.

You snatch the details between the smoke. Familiarly curved, with fingers that sing of hardship, hair escaping its loose bundle and shoulders like the physical weight of responsibility has sheared them down to a perpetual slant, it's a body you know both intimately and don't understand, and love or despise depending on moods as errant as the wind. The person darts across the floor to the stock room for the back entrance, flicking the barest second of attention your way.

With eyes matching your own.

It's impossible. Impossible. How could someone wear every flaw on your skin, every follicle and pore, every old scar and callous like a garment to be discarded when they saw fit? The lookalike scampers away, and your feet jerk you forwards in chase, through the ruined doorway to the back alley.

You have to know. You have to.

"Wait!" you choke out. "Who are—?"

But when you turn the corner, the doppelgänger is gone.

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riptides-n-roses · 2 days ago

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Hiii! First I want to say I love your posts and one of the best! Second I Would like to request a Roman X Reader when he lost at WrestleMania 40 and how he would be like with reader backstage? If not it is fine!

GGRRAAAHHH! OFC OFC! I CRIED SO HARD THAT NIGHT OMFG! THIS ONE SHALL BE FLUFF FOR ONCE! ♡

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⛧ pair: roman reigns x reader

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @cyberdejos2 @reigns-prophecy [huge thank you to anon]

⛧ no warnings/smut this time. Just an emotional roman after an incredible match and reign.

⛧ writers block is the absolute worst omg. I'll go ahead and be honest, sometimes smut gets a little too hard to write and I don't really want this blog to just be smut. This will be my first fluff since most of my drafts are smut related. Also again this one is short but I hope it's a fun little read.

⛧ after an incredible title reign, things will be different but right now all roman can ever need right now is you.

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Wrestlemania.

The biggest night in WWE. All superstars have an amazing opportunity to make a change or write history for the books.

This was also a night for some big title cards. One of which was your partner, Roman Reigns. He is the Trible Chief, The Head of The Table. The main event was when he takes on Cody Rhodes, for the Undisputed WWE Universal Championship.

It was a match everyone was talking about that sparked a lot of debate on TV and social media. Tonight's main event was going to be talked about all year regardless of the outcome.

You held Roman tight in your arms, giving him a big hug before his match.

"You're going to do great out there" you started, "it'll be a night to remember."

"I know it will." Roman replied, gently stroking your hair. "I made a lot of history with this title"

After a warm embrace for what seemed like forever, you let him go, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a signal for good luck.

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1...

2...

3...

Cody had finished the story. The new champion held the newly claimed title high as the audience roared.

"Here is your winner...and the NEW Undisputed WWE Universal Champion...The American Nightmare: Cody Rhodes!"

You watched the screen in the guerilla with tears in your eyes. This was one of the most beautiful moments in WWE storytelling. A lot of stories have been written and not just for Cody but for everyone involved.

You couldn't imagine how Roman feels in this moment. He's successfully held the title for an incredible reign of 1,316 days. 3 years. That was already impressive on its own status.

After the pay per view went off air, Roman was desperately looking for you.

"Y/N!" You heard him call out for you. You immediately went to go look for him, needing to give him the most well deserved love he needed.

When Roman saw you, he immediately rushed into your arms, holding you tight.

"Hey baby...I saw" you started, "Are you okay?"

It took Roman a bit to respond, knowing the entire match was a lot to take in.

"Tonight was a moment..." His tone was soft "I've made a name for myself, including my in ring career..."

You listened to him, allowing him to state how he felt in this moment.

"What I'm trying to say is...I'm happy. Not because of my reign but because of what it meant for wrestling. For this company..."

You felt him shiver, you think he was caught up in his feelings.

"I love you so much, y/n... you truly have helped me with everything for the 3 years I've held that championship."

Roman looked into your eyes, small tears forming in his eyes. You smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

"I love you too, Roman. I'm happy I can be there for you..."

He smiled when he heard how you loved him.

"I know everything will change now...but you're still you, Roman. You've made an impact for WWE. You should be proud of yourself."

"Don't worry I am" He laughed, "Would you...like to get something to eat before we make it to our hotel room?"

You smiled, giving him another kiss "Sure. I think that'll make you feel better. We can get food and laugh about good times."

"Sounds like a plan"

The two of you kissed one more time before going to your dressing room, holding hands on the way there.

"I love you, y/n."

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nightlyrequiem · 1 day ago

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Apples, Oranges, and Other Small Fruits

Valeria shows you just how attractive she finds you and your small chest.

╰┈➤ Do you have small boobs? Does it make you feel like less of a woman? Well, me too. I actually start tweaking because of it sometimes. My tits literally disappear when I take off my bra and turn to the side and it drives me mental. Gaining weight doesn't even help because at my heaviest my bra size never went above an A cup.

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You stare into the mirror and feel disheartened at what stares back. You bought this beautiful red dress. With a neckline that dips playfully and a slit up the side of it. How excited you were to have it and wear it. However now that you're seeing yourself in it... you're disappointed. Upset. It's completely unflattering. Flattening what little curves you had left. You turn to the side and feel a heavy pit in your stomach. Going braless was a mistake because your boobs are nothing more than barely perceivable lumps. Not to mention the dress isn't entirely form fitting and turns you into a box. You feel like a little kid playing dress up in mommy's clothes.

Another beautiful piece of clothing that looks cheap and stupid on you. In a fit of anger, you rip the dress off of your body and throw it across the room. You look back at your almost fully nude form. Looking at your body with disgust and hatred. Embarrassed by the sight of yourself. You look like a boy. Thin and gangly, soft in all the wrong places.

You think of your partner, Valeria. It's hard not to compare yourself to her when you see her everyday. You always chalked up your small assets to your thinner disposition. The idea that you could only have one or the other brought you the illusion of comfort, but you'd always be reminded that it isn't true. You tried body positivity, but that never worked. Being told fancier clothes and dresses fit better on smaller chested girls only frustrated you, because you found you never looked good in them. Unless you put on a pushup bra, and even then, it was a difficult task finding one small enough to fit into. You always hear about more well-endowed girls struggling to find bras that fit but you also struggle. The stores you go to often don't have bras small enough for you - unless they're sports bras.

You give yourself a long hard stare. As though by willing it enough, your mosquito bites will grow. They don't, and you can't stand to look at yourself any longer. You angrily shut the bathroom lights off and walk into the bedroom. The carpet soft under your feet. The long, elegant curtains are closed, hiding the room from the night-darkened world outside. They flutter in the cool breeze from the cracked open window.

The bedsheets are welcomingly cool when you lay under them. Pulling them over your body to hide yourself from the world. It's not always this bad. But sometimes you're stronger than your insecurity.

It doesn't help being with Valeria. You hate comparing yourself to her and you feel guilty when you do, but you can't help it. You've conditioned yourself to pick apart all the parts of other women you wish you had. Comparison is the thief of joy and what an excellent thief it is.

A hand gently touches your shoulder, startling you awake. You didn't even realize that you fell asleep.

"Sorry, amor, didn't mean to wake you." Valeria murmurs, pressing an apologetic kiss to your bare shoulder. Valeria crawls into bed beside you, groaning tiredly and moving around to get comfortable. The thing about Valeria is that she's a good read of character. She doesn't need to hear your voice or even see you to know you're feeling down about something.

Her hand travels down your arm and searches for your hand, interlocking your fingers with hers.

"What's wrong?" She asks. Valeria has been gone all day. Busy with keeping her cartel under control and always on edge at the fact that she could be found out or killed at any moment. She's tired. No doubt wanting to just go to sleep.

"Nothing." You whisper back. You turn over and press close to her. Hiding your face in her neck and taking comfort in her familiar smell. She doesn't need to be bothered with your unimportant problems.

Valeria stays quiet for a few moments. Despite your best efforts to keep your unhappiness to yourself, Valeria can still pick up on it.

"Did something happen while I was gone?" She presses, voice hardening with concern.

"No." You reply. Wanting her to drop it. Despite the very real distress the size of your chest causes you, you still feel silly for being so upset about it.

"Something happened." She murmurs. Valeria runs a hand down your back.

"... I'm just having a moment, don't worry about it." You reply.

Valeria sighs.

"Talk to me about it." She says quietly.

You hesitate. "It's about my chest." You say reluctantly. Saying it out loud makes you feel juvenile and silly. Valeria doesn't laugh at you or mock you though. She caresses your lower back gently.

"What's wrong with it?" She asks you.

"You know what's wrong with it." You reply. This isn't the first time you've felt insecure about your chest and it's not the first time you've complained about it.

"You think it's too small." She says.

"It is." You frown. "I'm not built like a woman. I don't look like a woman." Now you feel freshly upset about it.

Valeria rolls over and fumbles around her nightstand, turning on the lamp and chasing away the shadows. She looks back at you again, shoulders relaxed and dark eyes half lidded.

"Let me see." She hums. Gently sitting you up and turning your face this way and that. "Hm. Yes, yes." She mumbles. "Looks pretty feminine to me." She remarks. She moves her hands over your shoulders and under your breasts, pushing them up. "These look pretty womanly to me as well."

"I get it." You mumble, face warming with embarrassment. Though her words do help reassure you a little bit.

"Do you?" She asks, raising a brow at you. Valeria shuffles closer to you, holding your face in her hands. "Do you understand that you don't need big breasts to be a woman? Is an apple any less delicious because it's not as big as a watermelon?"

Valeria's eyes twinkle in the low orange glow. Glittering with desire and sympathy. She closes the distance and captures your lips in a soft kiss. Molding her lips to yours. You close your eyes and relax. You still find it difficult to believe that Valeria is completely satisfied with the size of your breasts. How could she be when you aren't? But she has no problems with palming them sensually. Pawing at you like a cat making biscuits. She seemingly has no issues getting turned on either as her breathing gets heavier.

She breaks the kiss to kiss down your jaw. Taking her time and savoring your skin. Valeria runs her fingers over your hard nipples and sucks hickeys into your throat. Huffing and moaning like she's the one being touched. She moves down and kisses one of your breasts lovingly. Palming and squeezing the other one. alternating between the two.

"I can't get enough of you, amor." She breathes. She wraps her lips around your nipple and sucks, making you arch up into her mouth. She doesn't let up. Giving your chest hickeys to match your neck. She tugs and pulls your nipples, giving them equal attention.

You twitch and breathe heavily. Wrapping your arms over her back. After thoroughly coating your breasts in her saliva she moves off of you and sits up. She rummages around in her nightstand withdraws a dark coloured, phallic toy.

"Take off your panties." She murmurs. Waving the dildo at you. Without needing to be told twice you remove your underwear and kick them away.

Valeria grips the base of the toy in her hand and holds it to her lap, her free hand beckoning you over to her. You crawl over and hover over her lap, the tip of the dildo prodding your wet entrance. Valeria shifts the both of you so that your chest is right in her face. With a hand on your shoulder, she slowly lowers you onto the toy. Your walls stretching to accommodate it. You put your hands on Valeria's shoulders to aid you in riding. Valeria watches your chest with heavy interest. Enjoying the minor bouncing of the fat. The harder you go the more they do so. Much to the pleasure of Valeria.

You moan as you grind yourself down onto her lap. She can feel your arousal dripping from the base of the dildo and onto her hand, slickening her grip on it. She grabs and squeezes at your breasts with her free hand.

"Do you still feel unworthy?" She asks, squeezing harshly when you don't answer and making you yelp.

"No." You gasp. Not at the moment, anyway. Truth is, it's going to take more than some special attention to your breasts and an orgasm to heal these deep-rooted insecurities inside of you. But temporary relief is better than never, and you couldn't be more grateful for Valeria's care and patience with you.

"Tell me how beautiful you are." She murmurs. "You don't get to cum unless you do."

"I am beaut-" You sigh. "-beautiful."

"Good girl." She coos, giving your lips a quick peck. You take that as permission to finish yourself. Losing all sense of rhythm in order to achieve that climax. Cumming is the only thought you have.

Your walls squeeze around the toy and you lean down, sinking your teeth into Valeria's shoulder. A whine builds up in your throat and you let go of her. You pull yourself off of the dildo and lay down. Coming down from the high. Valeria tosses it onto a pile of dirty clothes and lays down beside you, stretching out an arm and pulling you closer to her, nuzzling her face into the side of your warm neck.

"Watch what you say about yourself." She whispers. "I don't tolerate anyone talking bad about my partner and you won't be an exception. You're a beautiful woman and I couldn't be happier to be waking up and coming home to you everyday. You're gorgeous and alluring and I lose my breath every time I see you." She murmurs.

Valeria closes her eyes and not long after begins snoring quietly. She's always been a heavy sleeper, so you peel yourself away from her and get out of bed. Walking over to the lonely, discarded red dress. You grab it and slink off to the bathroom. Pulling it over your head and looking at yourself again. Your boobs don't look any bigger than the first time you put it on, but it doesn't bother you as much. It's cute. It's chic. Your body was the standard in the 1920's, and while it's not the 1920s, it still means something. this shaky admiration for your figure won't last, you know, but maybe someday you'll be able to love your body like Valeria loves it.

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lesbiansforboromir · 2 days ago

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The first time I saw this I was all excited when I got to the HERE links like 'oh!!! more denethor positive post recommendations?? :DD' and then the links were me, me and my partner 😂 excitement to disappointment to flattery! Big emotional rollercoaster! But thank you so much for reading and enjoying :) Though there are other tumblr users than me fighting the good denethor fight, anghraine and bretwalda-lamnguin to name two off the top of my head!

The idea that Denethor's final look into the Palantir is a hopeful act literally hasn't occurred to me before, for some reason I never thought too hard about his motivation to do it. Extremely beautiful and heartbreaking take and I fully agree.

I presume the reason you mention it is because it's a part of the video you linked? (which I simply will not watch because I'm sick enough already). Ergo I also presume that the idea Denethor saw the black ships coming up the Anduin in the Palantir and that is what made him lose hope is also from that video? Either way, and I hope you don't mind me rambling on your post, that is a Tom Shippey construction that is actively disproven by the text. Denethor didn't need to use the Palantir in that moment to know the black ships were coming, all of Minas Tirith already knew that!

‘But if you would know what I think set the beacons ablaze, it was the news that came that eve out of Lebennin. There is a great fleet drawing near to the mouths of Anduin, manned by the corsairs of Umbar in the South.' - Beregond, Minas Tirith chapter from RotK

One could make the argument that they didn't yet know the fleet would make it up the Anduin, that they thought Pelargir might stall them, but even in that regard it's just not that great of a shock to find ships you knew were coming... are coming! And Pelargir's capture was already complete by the time Aragorn arrived, so really how much of a doomful surprise would this have been to Denethor?

AND! I don't even think it is reasonable to put such certainty into the idea that Denethor, in looking at the Palantir for the ships, wouldn't see Aragorn captaining them. The Palantir, when wielded by someone of rightful skill (a thing Denethor absolutely had) can see such detail as to pick out a ring on a person's finger according to the Palantir essay. And one could claim he simply was too much 'in despair' to look that closely, but still! It all makes the claim quite shadey.

More likely to me, and supported more by textual inference, is that Denethor saw Frodo captured by orcs in Cirith Ungol and that is what broke him. The timeline matches precisely, Frodo being captured on the 13th of March, the very same day Faramir is wounded and Denethor looks into the stone. And Denethor... tells us he saw this!

‘Comfort me not with wizards!’ said Denethor. ‘The fool’s hope has failed. The Enemy has found it, and now his power waxes; he sees our very thoughts, and all we do is ruinous.'

And here too! Before Denethor talks about the ships, he says;

‘Pride and despair!’ he cried. ‘Didst thou think that the eyes of the White Tower were blind? Nay, I have seen more than thou knowest, Grey Fool. For thy hope is but ignorance.

Like the mention of the fleet is more of an afterthought addition that Denethor includes, when what he is talking about is 'the Power that now arises [against which] there is no victory'.

Denethor knows all about the fellowship by now, he already called it a foolish plan to begin with. But within the framing you give of Denethor's look into the Palantir being one of hope, looking for any chance that their fight will have been worth it, the attempt to search for Frodo in Mordor..... is absolutely heartbreaking! And like... THIS is the kind of thing you see in a Palantir that makes you lose all hope. The ringbearer is captured, naked and powerless in the hands of the enemy. And nude as he is, you can see clearly he has no ring. The enemy has found it, how can there be any other explanation? It was all for nought, how could Gandalf have been so foolish? He has doomed them all. It is purely his vanity that makes him believe he could win now. LIKE. THE AGONY!!!!

This kind of Denethor discourse is so frustrating to me that I am literally pacing back and forth like a panther in a zoo enclosure. Ugggggggghhhhh

A lot of people will tell you that the moral of The Lord of the Rings is “never lose hope,” and that Denethor is bad because he loses hope.

Please read THIS and THIS and especially THIS, which is one of the most beautiful and heartbreaking meditations on LotR you’ll ever read. Tolkien’s ideas about hope are so much more radical than “hope good despair bad.”

Denethor—Tolkien’s Denethor, not Peter Jackson’s Denethor—is unsettling because he tries to hope, but his hope isn’t strong enough to save him. Here are his thoughts on hope, just a few days before his death:

The time will not be long. In what is left, let all who fight the Enemy in their fashion be at one, and keep hope while they may, and after hope still the hardihood to die free.

Denethor has a more “realist” worldview than Gandalf or Faramir, but he’s not a nihilist. He’s still hanging onto hope even though he’s grieving Boromir and he’s positive that Frodo is going to be captured by Sauron. He only breaks when Faramir is mortally wounded and he sees the black ships in the palantir. And I don’t mean he gives up, I mean his mind snaps:

And as [Pippin] watched, it seemed to him that Denethor grew old before his eyes, as if something had snapped in his proud will, and his stern mind was overthrown.

Tolkien repeatedly uses language like “madness,” “madman,” “he is not himself” and “his mind was overthrown.” It’s not subtle!

Denethor is having a psychotic episode. His culpability is reduced, either partially or totally; we can’t know for certain. But I don’t think that everything he says and does in his last moments is “the real Denethor.”

We can do our best and try to have hope, but sometimes life crushes us. How are we supposed to live with the knowledge that this can happen?

Tolkien was haunted by the idea of heroes who fail, heroes who are crushed by their burdens:

Frodo indeed 'failed' as a hero, as conceived by simple minds: he did not endure to the end; he gave in, ratted. (Letter 246)

….I think it can be observed in history and experience that some individuals seem to be placed in 'sacrificial' positions: situations or tasks that for perfection of solution demand powers beyond their utmost limits, even beyond all possible limits for an incarnate creature in a physical world – in which a body may be destroyed, or so maimed that it affects the mind and will. Judgement upon any such case should then depend on the motives and disposition with which he started out, and should weigh his actions against the utmost possibility of his powers, all along the road to whatever proved the breaking-point. (Letter 246)

Tolkien himself tended to judge Denethor harshly, but the character fits very well into the same template as Frodo: a “sacrificial” person who is pushed beyond his limits. The palantir aged him and weakened his mental health, but what truly pushed him over the edge was the wounding of Faramir: Tolkien says that Denethor “maintained the integrity of his personality until the final blow of the (apparently) mortal wound of his only surviving son.”

It’s easy to judge Denethor for using the palantir (although Tolkien said that he had the right to use it and Gandalf admitted that the palantir’s knowledge had often proved useful!) but what should Denethor have done differently regarding sending Faramir into battle? We know that the defense of Osgiliath was necessary because Tolkien had the Rohirrim arrive at the exact moment the Witch King is about to ride through the gate of Minas Tirith. If Faramir hadn’t delayed Mordor’s army, the Rohirrim would have showed up to a conquered city.

Denethor believed that it was necessary to send Faramir to Osgiliath… and he was right! But the pain of being responsible for Faramir’s death was too great for him to bear. You can say that his craving for information killed him, but it’s just as accurate to say that his love for Faramir killed him.

Gandalf tells Denethor’s servants that they were “caught in a net of warring duties,” and this is also true of Denethor. His duty as a father conflicts with his duty as the leader of Gondor, and the strain destroys him.

It may be true that Denethor’s need for control is a character flaw, but I wonder about his final use of the palantir. His son appears to be dying: why does he leave his side to go look in the palantir? I actually think this was a hopeful act: Denethor was hoping to see the Rohirrim, or some kind of good news about the war, some indication that Faramir’s death would not be in vain. But the palantir shows him that he sent his son to die for nothing.

It’s the tragedy of Denethor lamenting “I sent my son forth, unthanked, unblessed, out into needless peril” and dying before he can learn that the battle wasn’t needless… you can’t reduce this tragedy to a morality play!

Okay, I can’t deny that the palantir is a very topical analogy for the internet/smartphones/the tyranny of “data” in general.

But Denethor is so much more than a blackpilled internet doomer, and I will defend him forever.

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WAIT - Ningning Yizhuo

pairing. idol!ningning x streamer!reader

synopsis. while streaming, y/n is interrupted by ningning, who enters off-camera in an eye-catching Versace outfit before heading to a fashion show. y/n can’t stop complimenting her.

It was a chill Friday afternoon, and Y/N was streaming, relaxing with her fans while chatting about her week. Her stream was buzzing with activity, the usual comments flowing in: “You look so pretty today!” “Where’s your new outfit from?”“When’s the next vlog coming out?”

Y/N was answering questions while casually scrolling through the chat, trying to keep up with all the comments. Her room was softly lit, the mood casual, and she was wearing an oversized hoodie, the kind that looked effortlessly cool and cozy.

“Okay, okay, so I’ve been trying to work on a new video idea... What do you guys think of a day in the life?” Y/N asked, glancing at her chat.

The chat exploded in excitement, as they always loved her vlogs. But before Y/N could respond, the door to her room creaked open.

“Hey, I’m leaving! Just wanted to show off my outfit before I go,” Ningning’s voice came from just off-camera, a bit excited but soft, almost like she didn’t want to interrupt.

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Ningning! You look so cute today!” she exclaimed, just as Ningning walked into view, her outfit immediately catching everyone’s attention.

Ningning was wearing a sleek, black Versace dress with a fitted waist and bold golden accents that made her look like she just stepped off a runway. Her hair was perfectly styled, and she wore minimal makeup that highlighted her natural beauty.

She did a little spin for the camera. “What do you think? It’s for a Versace fashion show later today,” she said, clearly excited but also trying to act like it was no big deal.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her voice practically dripping with admiration. “Oh my god, Ningning. You are literally a goddess. Like, I’m not even joking right now, you look stunning.” She leaned closer to the camera, grinning. “Pretty sure you just broke the internet, babe.”

Ningning froze for a second, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as she awkwardly laughed, trying to brush off the compliment. “Y/N, please,” she muttered, covering her face with one hand. “You’re embarrassing me.”

But Y/N wasn’t about to stop. “No, seriously! You are absolutely gorgeous. Like, are you sure you’re not a real-lifeangel? I’m convinced you were sent from the future to remind us how to look good,” she said, grinning at the camera like a proud partner.

Ningning laughed nervously, glancing off-camera as if she was hoping for a distraction. “Okay, okay, stop! You’re making me all flustered,” she said, trying to laugh it off, but her face was flushed pink.

The chat was losing it, fans typing “Relationship goals!” “Aww, Y/N’s so whipped for Ningning!” and “I love how she’s so supportive, I can’t.” Some even started sending heart emojis and asking, “Are you two dating?”

Y/N, not even realizing how much she was gushing, kept the compliments coming. “No, seriously, Ningning, you’re sopretty. I’m like, actually jealous. If I had an ounce of that confidence, I would—”

Ningning groaned, covering her ears like she couldn’t hear anymore. “Okay, Y/N, stop it! I’m gonna die from all the compliments,” she said, laughing but clearly flustered now. “You’re making me look like a mess right now!”

Y/N smiled widely, unfazed. “But I’m just speaking the truth, babe. You’re so pretty it should be illegal.” She winked at the camera. “Guys, am I wrong? I think we can all agree Ningning is, like, a walking magazine cover.”

Ningning’s face was now fully red, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Okay, okay, I’m going to be late!” she said, grabbing her bag and making a move to head out. “But seriously, Y/N, stop or I’m not coming back here.”

Y/N stood up from her chair, smiling widely. She walked off-camera, appearing in the doorway just as Ningning was about to leave.

“Fine, fine. But only because you’re leaving,” Y/N said, placing her hand on Ningning’s shoulder as if she were giving a final farewell. “You look beautiful, though. Always.”

Ningning looked down at Y/N, her expression softening. “You’re so annoying,” she muttered, but there was a fondness in her tone. “You’re the best though. Don’t let the chat get to your head, okay?”

Y/N grinned, putting a hand over her heart. “No promises.”

The two exchanged a quick, sweet kiss before Ningning pulled away, now standing at the door. “I’ll be back later,” she said, with a wink. “Don’t do anything crazy while I’m gone.”

Y/N blew her a kiss as Ningning turned to leave. “Have fun at the show, you runway queen!” she called out, her voice dripping with affection.

As Ningning left, Y/N returned to her seat, her smile still wide, and looked back at the chat, where the fans were losing their minds.

“They are SO cute together! Relationship goals for real.”

 “Did she just call her a runway queen?? I’m crying.”

 “Omg, Y/N is whipped for Ningning—look at the way she’s smiling after she left.”

 “Y/N literally can’t stop complimenting her, it’s so wholesome.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, okay. I see what’s going on here. Yes, I love her, and no, we’re not dating—but do I wish we were? Maybe.”

liar she thought.

She grinned mischievously, raising an eyebrow at the camera. “Maybe one day you’ll see what I mean, though. She’s literally perfect.”

The chat went wild again, sending in thousands of heart and fire emojis. The comments flooded in:

“Go Y/N, get that girl!”

“I love their dynamic, it’s so cute.”

“Y/N’s literally in love, lol.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, her heart full from the playful moment with Ningning. “Alright, enough of me being a simp for now,” she said, adjusting her mic and turning back to the chat. “But seriously, Ningning is amazing, and I’m not even sorry for hyping her up.”

The rest of the stream continued on as usual, but the fans couldn’t stop talking about the cute interaction. They had seen something that was undeniably special between Y/N and Ningning—a kind of bond that made everyone root for them.

#cents works #aespa #aespa x reader #ning yizhuo x reader #ningning x reader #aespa ningning #ning yizhuo #ningning #kpop gg x reader #kpop gg #kpop wlw #fluff

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dixons-sunshine · 16 hours ago

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Night Breezes Seem To Whisper “I Love You” | Connor MacManus x Fem!Reader

Summary: During another late night tending to your daughter, you and Connor had a heart-to-heart. It made you realize just how much he loved you and how much he appreciated everything you did for him.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: One joke/slight allusion to sex, possibly (most likely) OOC Connor.

Word count: 909

A/N: This is my first time writing for Connor, so if this sucks, I’m so sorry. But this man has been living in my head rent-free for the last few days, and I fully blame (thank) @dixonsdarkelf for it. Also, staying true to my bio, I dad-ified him lol (also an idea given to me by @/dixonsdarkelf). Anyways, I hope this is somewhat okay!

The light of the moon trickled in through and past the curtains, followed closely by the breeze. The show that played on the television served as soft, barely audible background noise, mixed with the soft blow from the fan, and when looking on the nightstand, the clock showed the time in bright red numbers. 3:37am. It was early, way too early to be awake, but you were anyway. You had been tending to your little girl.

It all still felt so surreal. Even after a whole month since you got to hold her in your arms for the very first time, you still had those moments where you couldn’t believe that it was real. That you were a mom. That the little girl currently being rocked by your partner was yours, and his. Sure, being new parents to a newborn wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t always all sunshines and rainbows, but the good moments far outweighed the bad, and it made it all worth it.

“I can feel you starin’.”

You smiled at Connor, watching as he softly and tenderly fed and rocked your baby girl. “Don’t mind me,” you started, leaning back in the rocking chair you were sitting in. “Just admiring the view.”

Connor’s beautiful ocean-like eyes flickered up to meet yours, that radiant smile that you love gracing his beautiful features. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, I more than just like what I see. I love it.” You stood up from the chair and walked over to him, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself. You stopped next to him and leaned into his side, feeling content as Connor pressed a loving kiss to your temple, the sound of your baby’s soft coos filling the air. “How did we get so lucky?”

Connor hummed, before a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Teachin’ you about what happens when people have unprotected sex wasn’t on my agenda tonight, but I guess I can squeeze it in.”

You let out a laugh, albeit a quiet one as to not disturb your daughter whose eyes were just beginning to droop with tiredness. “You’re a jerk.”

Connor’s grin was bright enough to light up an entire room. At least, in your opinion. “And yet ye love me.”

“Against my better judgement.” You let out a small sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. “But seriously, I still can’t believe it sometimes.”

“I know how you feel, love,” Connor voiced in agreement. “I mean, just a year ago, we were still in Boston with shitty jobs and Murph and I had a bar tab to pay. And now—”

“We live on a farm in Ireland with your dad and brother, and have a baby we get to call our own,” you finished for him with a smile.

Connor nodded, turning his head to look at you. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you. I mean, you uprooted your life for me. Moved to the middle of nowhere, gave me her…” He looked down at the now sleeping baby in his arms, the bottle that he had been feeding her with nearly empty. “Just… Thank you.”

His heartfelt confession made your chest ache in the best way possible. The decision to move here with him had not been one you made lightly. It had taken you a while to process and come to terms with the fact that Connor and Murphy had become crime fighting vigilantes. And when Connor had asked you if you would go with him, both to keep you safe from the heat that had built up because of what they did and because he didn’t want to lose you, it had taken days of contemplation and coming to accept what had happened.

Agreeing to move with him might have been one of the best decisions of your life. Now you were safe, living on a farm and had started your own family.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you told him softly. “I love you, Connor. I would move heaven and earth for you if I could.”

Connor’s heart sped up at your words. His smile grew bigger, more sincere. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet at that moment. Sure, you had your ups and downs, but at the end of the day—as cheesy as it sounded—your love overcame all of it. Nothing would make his love for you and your family go away.

“Love you too, lass,” he replied in a soft whisper. “I love ya more than you’ll ever know.”

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of just how much,” you murmured, leaning forward to press a soft, tender peck to his lips.

Connor hummed and pressed a kiss to your forehead when you pulled back, before turning his attention back to the sleeping baby in his arms. “Get back in bed, lass.” He nudged his nose up to the direction of the bed a few feet away. “I got ‘er.”

You made no protest against his suggestion. “Okay,” you agreed, removing yourself from his side and taking a few steps back, eyeing the crib that stood against the wall. “Hopefully the transfer goes smoothly.”

“Pray for me,” he joked, a twinkle in his eyes as he turned around and stalked towards the crib, careful not to wake the baby.

Yeah, you decided right then and there. This definitely was one of the best decisions you ever made.

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rivendell-poet · 1 day ago

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I know you’ve got a ton going on with the trick or treat requests, but I just thought of this and didn’t want to forget it. Please do not rush to write it. I was wondering if you could write a SFW alphabet for Faramir? Again, absolutely 0 rush.

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Wow, such a quick answer. Much speed in this response. It's only taken me (looks to where I finished trick-or-treats) like 3 months. Which is not as long as I thought it would be. It was my absolute pleasure to write for my favourite darling, and I hope the wait was worth it!

*･༓˚✧❝𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « SFW Alphabet »

Wordcount : 2.7k (only including my answers to the questions)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Faramir is an incredibly affectionate, and very attentive, partner. If the both of you didn’t have duties, he would absolutely be content to spend entire days with you - simply in your company. You’d want to use that time to go on a walk through nature? He’s looking at scenic routes, thinking of which ones you’d enjoy. You want to spend more quiet time with him, where you only want his presence? There’s not too much noise except the occasional turn of a page or scribbling of a quill as he reads in the corner, taking a glance at you every now and then with a soft smile on his face. Especially at the start of your relationship you notice that smile a lot, how he almost looks at you when you’re not at him - blush coming when you catch him, before apologising and staying how beautiful you looked in the moment.

His ways of affection are more subtle in public, holding your hand - or a whispered compliment when people aren’t too close. He’s more confident in private, speaking clearly (the man would absolutely write poetry for you, if you ever expressed an interest) and being more physically close. Again, a big believer in quality time together. Also enjoys making or getting you small objects. Coming home with vibrant flowers after having been away, or a small carved object of something you’d like. Every now and then he’ll buy something finer for you, although he generally discusses it beforehand to make sure it’s something you’d enjoy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He’d be an incredible best friend! A great mix of calm, and serious enough to tackle problems with - and for simpler topics as well. He’s the kind of friend you get into an in-depth discussion with on something seemingly mundane, and only when you look up and see the skies changed colour do you realise how much time has passed. But at the same time, Faramir would benefit from having a friend he can laugh with. Where he can relax, and do nothing taxing, and just have fun. That’s something he’d support in a partner too.Also, I think Faramir is looking for a romantic partner to be a best friend to him as well. He never wants to have a bond with someone based only on one facet of their relationship. He wants to feel like he could spend the day without kissing you - even if he wants too - and instead because of a deeper connection.

C = Courtship (How do they finally ask you out? What do they do in the days before?) Affectionately, a nervous wreck. He’s envisioned this speech, finally telling you how he feels, about fifty times. Each imagining is magical, but there’s always a voice in the back of his mind that tells him you’ll say no. Eventually, it’s Boromir who gives him the push to finally say something. So he decides too, asking if you’ll meet him in the gardens - hoping his face didn’t betray too much when you said yes.

For the hour before he runs through what he’d like to say to you again, what qualities of yours should make the list when he confesses. It might take him hours to say all the reasons his heart has started beating for you, so it takes a while to narrow it down to just a few. When the moment finally happens he’s still nervous. You can feel your face heating up as well, by how sincere he is. The compliments he gives, the way he describes his heart beating for you with such honesty. Before tentatively asking if you’ll court him. The brief look of surprise as you say yes, before it’s swept away by pure joy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Yes, I think Faramir does want to settle down in some ways. In that he always wants a home to come back too, a loved one to see and be reassured by. And he wants that home to be in Minas Tirith - he feels far too indebted to Gondor to ever really leave. But as a ranger, he’s also fine to spend time away from home. To have a life outside of city walls. And he always enjoys it, he just also loves the security of knowing something’s there for him.

Cleaning? It’s more of a learned habit than comes naturally to him, but he’s always very attentive to make sure he doesn’t get mud and dirt in the house and on the furniture. May even (very feebly) try to resist hugs if he’s just come back from a mission. Claims he doesn’t want to get you dirty, but with enough asking Faramir does always fold. Cooking he’s fine at. When you’re out in the wilderness he’s considered great, but once at home it becomes more ‘good’ than anything else. Makes up for it with practice.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Can I just? Is it acceptable to veto this one? Nevertheless I feel Faramir would commit to his beloved forever, and if you are that person he will always stand by you. For better or worse.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Mainly see above. He wants to spend his whole life with the person he loves, and he will do as much as he can to make sure he can stay with you. Of course he doesn’t say this when you start courting, but overtime it becomes so much more obvious you’re the one he’s always thinking about the future - and that you’ll be the one he’s always going to love. I imagine he’d propose around the one year mark, long enough for him to get to know you - but soon in the larger scale. He simply wants to be with you as soon as he can.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He’s very gentle, in both ways. Probably one of the, if not the, most emotionally aware of the Tolkien men. Great for sitting down with you and simply being that needed, comforting presence on days when things are bad. And he can emphasise. Naturally gentle with you, although ends up being more intune with how you are with him. You greet him with a hug where you almost crash into him, he’ll eventually start to mimic the behaviour.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like? What about cuddles?) Loves both hugs and cuddles. Faramir can be insecure about expressing lots of affection in public, so hugs are a great way around this. They’re completely enveloping, and he likes to rest there for a few seconds - reassuring himself with your presence before giving you a smile as he pulls away. Often it’s his first greeting to you after a battle, or after you’ve been away for a long period of time. He takes a lot of comfort in the physical closeness.

Because of the previous fact he also loves cuddles. I say he’s instinctively the little spoon, the reassurance of being held speaks to him, but if you relaxed into his arms he’d absolutely hold you tight. Either way, when he gets sleepy his head will often rest on yours - almost falling asleep in your arms, but just awake enough to move with you as you try to get more comfortable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Faramir knows he loves you for a while before he says it. Like with confessing, it’s a mixture of wanting to get it perfect and nerves about the whole thing. Treats it as a very intimate occasion, although to everyone but the two of you the fact you love each other deeply is incredibly obvious. When Faramir finally says the words, it’s as part of a longer speech to you - although his cheeks definitely turn reddest when he says those three words. Practically freezes when you say them back to him, slowing turning to look at you before thanking you - then confirming he feels the same way.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Faramir doesn’t get jealous, particularly. Even when you’re having fun with others, he’ll not often look at them and wish he was in their spot. Because the bond he has with you seems beyond everything else he sees. What he does get is insecure. Shutting down slightly, and becoming quieter. More withdrawn. Because what if that person can give you a better life than he can? Generally denies it when you ask him, but after some reassurance he’ll become more honest with you, and will never get tired of the two of you proving you’ll stay together.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Faramir’s kisses are always very tender and intimate. A lot of the time they’re very light, even on the lips, but still fulfilling. It’s you who has to initiate if you want something deeper, but he’ll reciprocate it immediately. Is secretly glad that you do, although is embarrassed to ask in the early stages of the relationship. Will quite often place featherlight kisses all over you, a small kiss on the forehead as he leaves in bare minimum.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Very popular with children. He listens to them, treats them like small adults, and tells very good stories. He has a good understanding of how many different personality types children have, and is very good at picking out how to approach each child. He’s always tried to be good with them, as well.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) You’ll almost always wake up with him still in bed next to you, cuddled extremely close. Once you start to move he generally begins to wake up as well, offering to be the one to slip out of your bed and begin making breakfast - or perhaps bring you back a warm drink to wake you up. Even when he wakes up before you, he tends to lie in bed with you for a while and simply enjoy the peace and quiet.

On the occasions he’s up a while before you, or he’s got a meeting early in the morning, he’ll get some things ready for you. A little plate and cutlery left out for you, a warm drink he hopes won’t go cold and will be nice for you when you wake up. The gentle call of his voice from the other room as you finally awake, asking if you want him to bring you anything in bed. Even when you get out of bed and he’s actually had to leave his presence is still everywhere, and there’s often a carefully written note saying how he loves you, and when he’ll be free of his duties.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Fairly similar to mornings in that he enjoys coming over to you and spending time with you, seeing you laugh or smile with him. If it's been a longer day he tends to take some time to decompress, reading a book and curled up near you - not necessarily talking but still enjoying sharing your company. Sometimes you’ll see him hiding what he’s doing - and it’s almost always extra paperwork he’s hidden, giving you a sheepish smile before explaining what it is. Over the years he gets better at regulating himself, so the paperwork becomes less and less of him overworking himself. Faramir gets better at recognising it himself too, taking a deep breath before finishing his note and putting the quill down to join you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Faramir is fairly open about himself, at least on the surface level. Once you’re courting he becomes a lot more vulnerable, but it’s still in the sense that he’ll be more honest with his emotions. And not necessarily the root of the problem, and why he feels down that day. If you ask him openly he’s a lot more likely to talk (again after courtship starts), and if not he’ll probably begin to open up a few months into the relationship. Telling you about the worse sides to how his life has gone, to how he feels. Explaining that he didn’t want to burden you, but he also wants to be honest with you. There’s genuine relief in his eyes when he sees no judgement in yours.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Very patient, probably to the detriment of himself sometimes. And again, he’s self-aware enough to realise when he’s getting angry. If that is the case then he knows to take a step back from the situation and talk with you responsibly, explaining what the problem is and using logic over emotions. He also hates arguments - especially one-on-one - so tries to avoid them the best he can.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Generally very good, from the small details to the bigger picture. He also talks with you about it quite a lot, asking why your favourite flower is the way that it is - or making sure to compliment your outfit when you’re dressed in your favourite shade. Him slipping up can actually be quite a good indicator of if he’s overworked.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) There are quite a few memories of you that will always make him smile, that he will always treasure. But one of them is when the war is finally over, and he is in the Houses of Healing. How you had seen the king at the gate and come running to him, greeting him in a hug yet still being so careful of him and the burns. The way both of your eyes had shone, as you realised you were no longer at war for the first time in your lives. The gleam of tears in his eyes as he’d buried his head into your chest, and said how much he loved you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Protective in the way he’ll always want to look out for you, but also doesn’t want to be overbearing. Appearing at your side and offering to help with anything you need, asking if you’d like to spar or shoot with him - and the smile that appears on his face when you say yes. He prefers the protection you offer him that’s more subtle, how he can be at your side and you’ll fight in his corner. (Although, if you ever threatened to fight someone for him I think the first thing he’d do is blush - before realising he needs to stop you.)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) As Prince of Ithilien, he can never put quite as much devotion into his everyday tasks with you as he’d like. Normally, he has to hope the words he shares with you and his presence can be enough (which they always are). However, it does mean he always tries his hardest when planning for gifts and anniversaries. Ensuring the best quality items are used, that it will be something you’ll enjoy. Because you deserve perfection in his eyes - and he strives to give you as close to that as he can.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) He’s rather insecure about himself and his value to you at the start of your relationship, although he’s loath to address it at first. Once you’ve been courting for a while he’s more open about it, and it gets a lot better, but it’s never something that fully goes away. Just something that both of you get better at dealing with.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Concerned in the sense he’s a public figure and wants to look respectful, but he doesn’t go into vain by any means. Will go slightly pink at most compliments about his appearance.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Yes, I think if he ever permanently lost you’d he wouldn’t feel complete again in the same way. As a ranger, he can deal with being away from you for more extended periods of time - although never as long again after the Fellowship.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Romantically buys you a sword. Not only is it one of the most finely crafted weapons you’ve seen, it’s also got so many little details you didn’t initially realise. The pommel has a small design barely carved into it - but still beautiful. The cross guard has a beautiful scene on it as well, which you only recognise later as coming out of one of your favourite landscapes. He later confesses he wanted to put some sort of script on it, a simple thing like ‘my beloved’ or ‘my star’, but couldn’t find anywhere suitable for it. Makes up for it by frequently calling you these names anyway.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Dishonesty and shouting, for different reasons. If he can’t talk things through with a partner without it becoming an insult/yelling match, he’d turn away fairly quickly.

Z = Zzz(What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Always finds a way to end up in your arms, no matter how the night starts. Often reads before falling asleep as well.

A/N : Also, for anyone thinking of requesting SFW Alphabets. I welcome them, here's the current list of them; Boromir, Pippin, Gimli, Sam, and Kíli. Hope people enjoyed this one!

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