#my loyalty to my man is being tested

[smileywoo]

[ahpeachie]

as much as i despise him, i think abt dutch a lot...

[thoseboysinblue]

Loyalty

Christian Pulisic x reader

What happens when an English girl falls in love with America’s star soccer player and her loyalties are tested when England plays the US at the World Cup?

Word Count: 3200

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Fluff, tattoos, light swearing, mentions of smut

You were sat on the couch with Christian, legs draped across his lap as you anxiously awaited the group draw for the World Cup.

You had a feeling, you just knew it was inevitable that the US would end up in the group with your beloved Three Lions.

You chewed your lip nervously waiting, eyes flicking between the TV screen and the American who had stolen your heart. And then it happened. The US would be playing England in November.

Christian's eyes met yours as his phone lit up

"MM"

"Tell y/n I'll be sure to have her some Mount gear ready for November" was the first thing out of his mouth.

Christian let out a hearty laugh as he tilted the camera towards you so that Mason could see you leaned back against the couch cushions in his USA hoodie.

"I've got seven months to sway her allegiance, and it looks like I've got a head start" he quipped.

Mason chuckled "she may be wearing your hoodie, but the Three Lions are in her blood, I've got years and years worth of a head start on you mate."

"Guess we'll have to wait til November to see" Christian answered him, maybe a little less confidently than before.

"Can't wait man, should be a good one" Mason replied as they shared a few more jabs before finally ending the call.

Christian pulled you into his lap so that you were now straddling him. You start humming "It's Coming Home" a smile breaking on your lips as you look into his eyes and thread your fingers through his hair.

He throws his head back on the couch when he recognizes the song. "Are we going to have to call it quits until December?" he asks playfully.

You shake your head and press your lips to his. The kiss is slow and passionate. He groans and chases your lips as you pull away from him finally giving up and resting his head back against the back of the couch as you scratch lightly at the back of his neck.

"I think we need to go get you a tattoo" he says, a mischievous grin on his face. "I was thinking an eagle, maybe here," as he grabs a handful of your ass.

"My dad will dislike you even more if you talk his little girl into getting an eagle tattooed on her ass," you say with a giggle.

"I mean it's not like he would ever see it though" he says nonchalantly before snapping his head up "wait, your dad doesn't like me?" his eyes widened with concern.

"I think" you start before placing a light kiss to his lips, "what he dislikes most, is that he doesn't dislike you at all" you whisper into his ear, dropping a kiss to his jaw. "It kills him that he can't even dislike you for being a soccer playing American" you smile at him "because he knows how happy you make me" kissing him again lightly. "But I wouldn't waste my money on getting him one of your shirts for November" you say with a chuckle.

"What about you? Should I get you one of my shirts for November?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and cocking one eyebrow.

"I mean Mason has already offered" you grin at him, "Or I'm sure I could ask Ben, or Reece, or Declan, or I think I have Jack's number too."

You squeal as he quickly changes positions pinning you down to the couch while he tickles up your sides. "You wouldn't dare" he laughs at your squirming under him.

"There's only one name that's going to be on your back in November and it's mine" he says, his eyes suddenly darker.

"You sure about that?" you smirk.

"Mm-hmm" he hums as he lowers himself down your body, raising your shirt and kissing along your stomach. "And I've got seven months to prove it to you" he says with a wicked grin.

*****

The journey for qualification hadn't been easy for the Americans, but you watched with pride as they refused to give up. Christian was determined to make sure they qualified, he didn't want to relive the pain of 2018 when they fell just short of qualification.

You had supported him through injuries that kept him out of some camps, setbacks and questions about his form and fitness. You knew he wouldn't give up until the job was done, and that grit and determination made you fall in love with him more and more.

It was no lie that you had enjoyed getting to know the players, their girlfriends, and family members during the qualification stage. You had come to appreciate how supportive and tight knit they all were and they had all welcomed you with open arms into the group, making you feel more at home than you could have imagined.

*****

It was now October, the excitement in the months leading up to the World Cup nearly at a fever pitch. Christian seemed to have a new promotion coming out every week as the headliner for the US team.

Even though, you'd shown him unwavering support in the lead up, you couldn't help but feel that he still questioned who you'd support when he faced off against England in a few short weeks.

You had no question about where your loyalties lay, but you couldn't help enjoying watching him squirm just a little.

In early November, you had begun to gather some of your things to pack. It was a habit of yours to start packing weeks early, editing what would finally end up in your suitcase until just before you leave.

You had all of the States gear Christian had gotten for you, from jerseys to hoodies to t-shirts all stacked neatly alongside a Mount jersey Mason had given you as a joke.

"I think you meant to put this one in the donate pile" Christian drawls holding up the #19 jersey.

"Really?" you smile back at him sweetly "I actually meant for it to be on top so that I wouldn't forget it. I should probably find some more of my Three Lions stuff to throw in there before I'm branded as a traitor" you breathe out as he drops the jersey and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Good luck finding it" he grins "I've hidden it, might have burned it actually."

"You're impossible" you giggle at him as he nuzzles into your neck.

"Impossibly good looking" he laughs as he kisses your neck.

"Mmm" you hum as his lips find yours. The kiss quickly deepens as his tongue presses into your mouth pulling a quiet moan from you as his hands roam under your shirt along your bare skin.

You are interrupted when you hear the doorbell. "That will be Damian" he groans throwing his head back.

"New tattoo?" you question as he nods at you, a slight smile playing on his lips. He places a kiss to the tip of your nose. "We'll continue this later, yeah" he questions as you nod back in response, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

You both head down stairs to greet Damian, making small talk as he sets up his equipment in Christian's living room.

Christian had mentioned getting a new tattoo, but he hadn't really told you what he was getting yet. You always liked his choices when it came to his tattoos, they always held meanings that were special to him.

You went into the kitchen to grab each of you a water and a few snacks while the two of them talked quietly about the design they had planned. Christian approving what Damian had drawn out, removing his shirt and laying down on the table so that they could decide on the placement.

As you came back into the room, Christian sat up and moved to the mirror wanting to make sure everything was just as he wanted before they got started. Your eyes trailed over him catching a glimpse of what he was planning.

Your eyes darted between Christian and Damian, both of them giving you a nod and a knowing smile as tears welled up in your eyes.

This tattoo was for you, a single perfect English rose, placed along his ribs next to his heart. It wasn't hidden amongst his sleeve which would've been so easy for him to do, it was in a highly visible place where everyone could see it. This was an outright declaration of his love for you, the English girl that had captivated him all those months ago.

You moved to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Placing a kiss to his shoulder. "It's beautiful, Christian" you smile at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.

"Figured I could show off my love of the English when I rip my shirt off after scoring a goal against them" he smirks.

"You had to ruin it didn't you" you quip back at him as he turns to face you. "Really though, thank you" you say as you place a loving kiss to his lips.

The three of you chat while Damian works on Christian talking about the upcoming tournament and how Christian is feeling about everything.

After he finishes, Christian goes over to inspect the artwork once more in the mirror, satisfied with the outcome and taking a couple of pictures. Damian snaps a couple as well before turning to you.

"Your turn?" Damian smiles at you as you nod, chewing on your lip in anticipation.

"Wait, you’re getting one?" Christian looks at you with anticipation.

"Two actually, I couldn't decide" you smile back at him shrugging your shoulders.

"Gonna get that Eagle on your ass cheek" he smirks.

"Not on your life, Pulisic."

"Captain America shield?"

"You don't even like that nickname, Christian" you laugh back at him.

"You're right. I'd probably have to break up with you if your taste in tattoos was that bad" he quips as he comes to look at the designs you'd talked with Damian about several weeks ago.

"Are those?" his eyes narrow bit.

"Mountain Laurels, state flower of Pennsylvania" you tilt your head to look up at him as he smiles back at you.

"And this one?" he asks.

"Who knew your home state has a firefly as their state insect" you answer him "do I need to explain the stars, too" you graze your hand along his jaw as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"No, I think I can figure that one out" he chuckles as he kisses your cheek lightly.

"Where are you getting them?" He asks quietly.

"Was planning to do the flowers pretty close to the same spot you just got yours and the firefly on the inside of my wrist. A little more subtle than an eagle on my arse, don't you think?" you grin at him.

"Subtle. And perfect. Just like you." He smiles at you.

You shake your head at his cheesiness and lay down on the table, ready to get started.

Christian and Damian fuss over the placement of the flowers before they finally decide and you nod with approval. You grab Christian's hand as he sits down beside you, "I want you to do it" you flit your eyes to Damian, "he can do it can't he?" you ask.

"Have you before?" Damian seeks Christian's approval.

"Yeah, a couple of times, just the outline though" he answers him.

Christian moves around to the other side of the table. Taking a seat on Damian’s rolling stool and getting together everything he needs. Smiling at you with a look of excitement mixed with nerves.

“You ready, baby? This is going to hurt like hell, I’m sorry.” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. “Just get started, please, before I back out”.

Christian works on the outline of the flowers you had picked, checking in on you several times asking if you were ok and if you needed a break. 

Once he had finished the outline, he moved around to the other side of the table to hold your hands as Damian got started on the shading. 

He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses you lightly. “it looks so good, baby’ he smiles at you. “Its going to be beautiful, you picked well.” 

You nod at him, wincing a few times as Damian hits a few very sensitive areas. “Almost done, ok” he whispers to you with a smile as you just squeeze his hands in acknowledgement before he pulls his phone out and snaps a couple of pictures of you. 

After Damian finishes the first tattoo, you take a short break. Grabbing something to eat before getting ready to start the second one. 

“I can’t believe you are getting two today” Christian smiles at you. 

“Well, you know me, Miss indecisive, I always seem to be torn between two options don’t I?” you chuckle at him.

The second tattoo on your wrist is much simpler and takes far less time than the first and as Damian finishes up Christian looks at you like he might burst with pride. 

Once he is finished, Damian takes a couple of pictures of the two of you to post along with the ones he took of Christian starting your first tattoo. 

He tags the two of you on Instagram: 

When a Pennsylvania boy falls in love with an English girl, they surprise each other with almost matching tattoo plans

The next few weeks leading up to Christian leaving were busy to say the least. He had a few more promotional shoots to finish, matches, and training. You barely had time to soak in these last few days as it all seemed like a whirlwind. 

The next thing you knew, Christian was leaving for Doha, you planning to follow him several days later. 

Once you were in Doha, you saw him briefly a few times and were able to have dinner with him the night after the Wales match. The anticipation of the upcoming match with England obviously playing heavily on both of your minds. 

On matchday, you and Christian had spoken several times. You had never seen him as focused and dialed in as he had been since arriving in Doha. As the time for him to leave the hotel to head to the stadium with the team approached, you sent him one final text.

Y/N: Good luck tonight baby. I’ll be cheering for you 💙

Christian: Which jersey are you wearing 👀

Y/N: Wouldn’t you like to know 🧐

Christian: I hope I already know the answer 😑

Y/N: I’ll see you afterwards. Love you 😘

Christian: Love you too, baby. 💙

As you arrived at the stadium, you took a few minutes to wander over to the England team’s box speaking to several of the friends and family members that you knew. You wished them all well and told them you hoped it was a good match for everyone.

You noticed when Christian came out on the pitch, scanning the US box quickly to look for you but obviously not finding you there. They wished you luck as well as you went to find your seat in the US team box.

Christian didn’t see you when he went back into the tunnel prior to lining up for walk outs and national anthems. When he re-emerged, taking his place in the line and awaiting the national anthem, his eyes finally met yours. You saw a flicker of a smile dance across his lips as he noticed his jersey on you. 

The match was intense, both teams playing relentlessly, Christian and Mason both nearly scoring. You stayed on edge the entire match and were so proud of the US team for going toe to toe with a team that nearly everyone thought would beat them easily. When the final whistle blew and ended in a draw, you breathed a sigh of relief thankful it was over.

You watched as Christian spoke with teammates and friends of his from the England squad and as he and Mason embraced and shared a few words before they both turned to walk towards you. 

“You have that Mount jersey on underneath that ugly blue one, y/n?” Mason shouted from the pitch. 

“What I have on under this jersey is only for him to see” you answered pointing at Christian.

Mason cocking an eyebrow at you “fair play, I suppose” he smiles giving Christian a fist bump before going to talk to his own family. 

Christian climbs over the barrier and makes his way to over to you, kissing you lightly and pulling you into a hug.

“Cross bar challenge?” you grin at him as he pulls away. 

“Funny” he quips, giving his parents a hug as they had wandered down to where you were standing. Christian speaks with them and a few other family members briefly, keeping his fingers interlaced with yours the entire time. 

After they left, he turned his attention back to you. Running his fingers along the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Glad you made the right choice, I’d have hated to send you packing,” he smirks. 

“Mason had already said I could stay with his family if I needed to when you broke up with me” you wink at him. 

“I’m starting to wonder if I should be worried about the two of you” he chuckles nervously as he pulls your wrist up to kiss it, something he had gotten into the habit of doing since you had gotten your tattoo.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face close to yours. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about” you say just barely loud enough for him to hear. “You are my home now, Christian. There was never a doubt in my mind who I would be supporting tonight” you say before kissing him gently. 

“I can’t believe you ever doubted me” you pout at him pulling away slightly.

“I didn’t really, I knew you’d pick me” he winks.

“A bit cocky aren’t we” you laugh.

“Mmm-hmm” he mumbles against your neck as he buries his face there wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“So you have something underneath here you want me to see?” he says, pulling at the neck of your shirt like he’s trying to catch a peek. 

“Maybe” you answer with a grin. 

“So am I sneaking to your room or are you sneaking to mine?” he asks.

“Definitely mine, it’s farther away from the others than yours is” you whisper into his ear as you slip your room key into his hand. 

“I like the way you think” he says pulling back from you slightly and giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you shortly then” he says before hopping back over the barrier and heading down the tunnel wearing the biggest smile you could imagine.   

[darkbluekies]

OC’s with a reader who gets insecure/jealous a lot? Like they’re scared that Yandere will leave them for someone else, open their relationship, cheat on them, ect.

Alright, I think I’m done, for now

-🦇

Warnings: mentions of killing, Jerry being nsfw as usual lol

[I'm really testing my limits with Jerry's part, I've never written something like that before, but I'd like to be able to write all kinds of stuff and to make Jerry's character realistic i need to go out of my comfort zone! Please bare with me lol]

Silas:

To be honest, this man would he completely dumbfounded. Why would he ever want someone else when he knows he has you waiting at home for him? He barely has time to meet you, so when would he have time to hook up with others? He would think that your worries are a bit silly, but he wouldn't be too mocking about it.

"My God, baby, aren't your sweet, little head getting a little full with all of those stupid thoughts? I only want you. I'd never dream of looking at someone else. Just knowing that you're here waiting for me every night is all I ever need. Come into my arms now, I’ll show you that you're the only one i want."

Dr Kry:

You wouldn't have told him at first. Your relationship is purely professional, he's your doctor and you're his patient. You're not allowed to feel jealous. But you can't help it! Dr Kry is not a stupid man, he picks up on this quite quickly and asks you about it. When he hears how you don't like him being so close to his colleagues, he'd fight the urge to smirk so widely. He'd tilt his head and cross his arms.

"My little Y/N … haven't you understood yet? Who do you think I want? Who do you think I spend the majority of my time with, hm? Who I look forward to meeting everyday? Who I dream about when I'm asleep? Who's my favorite patient, Y/N?"

King Edmund:

You don't understand why you're afraid of him having lovers. You don't like him! You've told yourself that! But still, it stings in your heart when you see him greeting people by kissing their cheeks. One night, you can't take it anymore and tell him your fears. Edmund doesn't care about much, but you're something he really values and hearing about this breaks his greedy, little heart.

"My dear, dear Y/N. Don't tell me you've been feeling like this for a long time! Don't tell me you don't understand how much I want you. I killed for you, Y/N! I got rid of everyone that I've ever fancied to make sure you understood. You have no reason to be scared that I'd keep any people behind your back."

Jerry:

She can read you like an open book. She knows how insecure you are and how much you want her approval, attention and love. Jerry might not be the best one to show her loyalty to you, but she trusts you to understand that she'd always choose you. She tries finding other ways than affirming words and affection to reassure you that you're her one and only. Sadly, that's one part about you she can't read, she doesnt understand just how worried you are. You tell her how you don't like it when she goes out to her clubs because you’re so scared that she'll go home with someone.

"Aw, are you jealous? How cute. Haven't I fucked you enough times to know how much you mean to me? Don't I put you first in the bedroom? I don't show that kind of attention to just anyone. I fucking love you, baby! More than anything! Don't you believe me? Really? Guess I have to prove it to you again, my love. I'll stay home. This time, I'll make sure you understand ..."

Hedwig:

She secretly loves you being jealous and insecure. It reassures her that you still want her. She will go out of her way to hug her friends a bit longer than usual and smile to other classmates a bit wider just to feel you hug her arm tighter. You lean your chin on her shoulder with a small whine. She smiles, pretending not to know a single thing.

"What's wrong? Aren't you feeling well? Why the pout, darling? Come here, give me a hug, that's right ~"

[hyprmemes]

hades (supergiant games) starters - pt.1 - olympians edit as you see fit

athena “i offer you my friendship, not a loan to be repaid” “my, how very generous of you, to offer me this gift” “are you testing the limits of my patience with you?” “i would very much prefer to think we both know better than to let old grudges stew forever” “yours is a brazen plan of action and i admire it”

demeter “i’ll aid your plight, why not?” “you're in the winter of your current stretch of life, aren't you” “surely you feel the warmth within you giving way?” “offend me, and i'll drain the last traces of color from those cheeks of yours” “you are entirely too young to have had meaningful experiences with loss, pray that you never have to learn”

zeus “your lapse in judgement here is not so easy to forgive, yet easily punished” “commendable of you to live through that” “you seem in dire need of some assistance, so of course i dropped what i was doing and then sought you out as quickly as i could” “such strange alliances we forge these days” “you honour me, as you well should”

poseidon “hoh you look positively in atrocious shape, there” “why, you're bleeding everywhere! here, let me try and do something for that” “you think that you've a chance in hell without my help, am i to understand?!” “it seems to me your strength outweighs your smarts, there” “ah, i can't stay angry! let us call all that unpleasantness back there water under the bridge, what say you”

aphrodite “if you lavish me with gifts, why, what am i to do but give you something in return” “ah, dearest, but it stirs my heart to know you care so deeply for our wonderful relationship” “dearest, why, your heart rate's fluctuating wildly, has it really been that bad up to this point?” “now, dearest, surely there's no way that could have been one of the wiser choices that you've lately made?” “do not anger me again, or i might come down and kill you there myself!”

ares “i trust, from time to time, you stop to ask yourself how come you choose to fight” “the hunt is but a prelude to a war, is that not so? “you interrupt me once again, you know i do not care for that, i warn you to stay out of my affairs” “a successfully conducted war is certainly a cause for celebration, is it not?” “i trust the violence i have wrought on your behalf has been quite satisfactory?”

dionysus “hey, cheers for picking up the tab, there, now, i cannot exactly pay you back, though i could give you this!” “did i do something to deserve this, man, because i thought that we were getting on just fine, better than fine, but this?” “really, man? after everything we've been through together, this is the gratitude i get?” “know what, man, i'm not even angry after that, what was i even going off about, do you recall...?” “let's say we're settled up now, and go on being best mates just like before, yeah?”

hermes “whoa you're a hot mess, there, what happened getting here?” “you ever get the feeling life's been moving all too quickly for you? “out of all special delivery recipients i've had over the ages, here, i've got to say, you're the most interesting one!” “a little awkward, having to pretend we just met” “you're rather slow, if only somebody could help you out with that”

artemis “you're being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand?” “if you're quite done with shopping, what say we cut straight to the chase from here?” “hey how'd you get your hands on a nice bow like that?” “don't be messing with my feelings, my loyalty's hard-won and quickly lost” “fine, i'm not angry anymore, not really anyway, but you just watch yourself with me, you got it?”

[hamsterclaw]

Sorry

A Vows drabble. Read the rest here.

This was inspired by a reader who asked how the fuckbuddy relationship developed between the Vows couple. Thanks for the prompt!

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Arranged marriage, smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, swearing

Tagging: @yoonaasa @sumzysworld @flowerblu00 @yoongallery

Min Yoongi starts undoing his tie, trying to push the memory of Mrs Kang’s hand on his ass out of his mind.

He’s a grown man. He has no problem leading a team, no problem making himself understood. He’s always thought of himself as strong in that way.

And yet in the last week, two women have managed to rile him.

The first, Mrs Kang and her wandering hands.

The second, you. His beautiful, misbehaving wife.

He hasn’t been married long, just over a month, and already, Yoongi can feel his shoulders tense and his blood pressure spike every time he thinks of you.

Every. Single. Time.

He’s pretty sure now that you were completely inebriated during your wedding, but like the born and bred society girl you are, you’d managed to put on a facade so perfect even Yoongi’d been fooled.

You’d marched into one of Yoongi’s spare rooms in his house after the wedding, tugging Yoongi’s hand in a grip so tight he wouldn’t have been able to get free even if he’d wanted to.

And he hadn’t wanted to. He’d wanted to see what would happen.

You’d turned your back to him and said, ‘undo me, please.’

Yoongi’s hands, stupidly, had been trembling a little as he undid the dozens of tiny hooks holding the back of your dress together.

He’d been in a quandary as more of your straight back was exposed under his hands. 

It hadn’t been the way he envisaged his first time seeing you naked.

But it also felt weird to avert his eyes because if this was some sort of odd foreplay on your part, Yoongi was down.

Shit, he was down. 

You’d been so beautiful with your wide eyes and your warm skin.

You’d looked behind you, holding the front of your dress up against your breasts.

‘Done, Yoongi?’ you’d asked.

Yoongi had swallowed past the dryness in his throat and nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

You’d smiled, turned to face him fully and pushed him towards the door.

Yoongi was so dazzled by you that it took him a moment to realise you were shutting the door in his face.

‘Thanks!’ you’d called merrily through the door. ‘See you at breakfast!’

Whenever Yoongi recalls how stupefied he’d felt that night, he’s torn between exasperation at being locked out of a room in his own house and arousal at how beautiful your bare back looked under his hands.

He’s seen more of your bare skin since then, in the month you’ve been married.

On honeymoon, when you’d pranced around the hotel room drunkenly waving your pert behind in his face whilst also admonishing him for looking.

Hell, he’s seen more of your bare skin tonight.

He’d met you coming down the stairs on your way out for dinner. Thankfully you hadn’t spotted him until he’d had the time to fix his facial expression.

You were wearing something ridiculously revealing. Yoongi thinks it’d be illegal to market it as an item of clothing because it couldn’t possibly function as such.

Yoongi’s never had reason to doubt Kim Seokjin’s loyalty to him, but you look like you’ve got every intention of testing that bond tonight.

‘Yoongi,’ you’d said, frosty.

‘Y/N,’ Yoongi’d replied. ‘Did you forget your clothes?’

You’d smiled innocently at him. ‘Whatever do you mean?’

Yoongi reached into his pocket. ‘Here’s my test results,’ he’d said, handing you the slip of paper.

You’d barely glanced at it, shoving it into your purse.

‘As much as I’d like to stay and chat,’ you’d said, your tone managing to convey the exact opposite, ‘I have a date with Seokjin.’

‘I’m going to meet Mrs Kang,’ Yoongi had replied evenly. 

You’d looked at him then, and said something unexpected.

‘You look very handsome.’

Yoongi’d gaped at you like a fool as you skipped down the rest of the steps, flashing your underwear at him as you went.

Blue, lacy.

Yoongi’d reminded himself that he trusts Seokjin, even if he doesn’t trust you.

And now he’s back in his room after his date with Mrs Kang, wondering if you’re back too.

He guesses it wouldn’t hurt to walk past your door. He wanted some water anyway.

As Yoongi walks past your door it opens. You step out and jump when you see him.

‘Are you spying on me?’ you ask, suspiciously.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

‘I was going to get some water,’ he says.

As he looks at you, he realises two things. One, you’re in a t-shirt that looks very similar to one he owns. Two, your eyes are red, like you’ve been crying.

‘Want me to get some water for you?’ Yoongi offers.

‘I’d better come with you,’ you say, tetchy. ‘Who knows what you’d put in it.’

Yoongi rolls his eyes. 

You follow him to the kitchen like a shadow.

Yoongi fills two glasses and hands you one.

He sits at the kitchen island, and, after a moment, you do too.

Yoongi wants to ask if you’re ok but he’s worried you might leave if he talks to you, so he says nothing.

He takes a container of noodles out of the fridge and blasts it in the microwave.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see you watching the noodles revolve as they heat up.

Yoongi plates the noodles onto the biggest plate he can find.

He puts the plate on the island between you and puts a set of chopsticks in front of you.

He starts eating like he doesn’t care if you eat or not.

He can feel your eyes on him.

When you pick up the chopsticks, warmth blooms in Yoongi’s chest.

After your first mouthful, Yoongi pushes a wonton towards your side of the plate.

You ignore it.

Yoongi pushes another wonton towards you and leaves it at that.

The wontons stay on the plate, untouched, as you finish the noodles.

You sneak a glance at him and then pick one up, popping it in your mouth.

‘You’d better eat the other one,’ you say. 

Yoongi eats it and you get up to wash the plate.

Yoongi picks up a dishcloth to dry.

‘We have a dishwasher, and a housekeeper, you know,’ he points out.

You shrug. ‘It’s one plate.’

Your hand brushes his as you pass him the plate.

Once you’re done you walk back up the stairs to your rooms.

Yoongi’s now convinced you’re definitely wearing his t-shirt.

‘That’s my favourite t-shirt,’ he says, just to annoy you.

You stop in front of your door and look up at him.

‘Is it?’ you ask, voice silky.

Yoongi doubles down. ‘Yeah.’

You bite your lip, then you’re tugging it over your head, pushing it into his chest.

You’re only wearing panties underneath, blue, a bow in front that Yoongi wants to tug at with his teeth.

Dimly, Yoongi realises he’s staring.

You don’t seem to mind.

‘Want to come in?’ you ask.

Yoongi’s already following you into your room.

‘This is just sex,’ you warn. ‘Don’t catch feelings. Because I hate you.’

Yoongi pauses in the middle of kissing your neck. God, you smell so good.

‘It’s only because you looked so good in that suit earlier.’

You’re still talking, but Yoongi’s only half listening because he’s too busy admiring you. 

He tugs the silky blue bow experimentally, and to his delight, it unravels.

‘Shut up,’ Yoongi says, flicking his eyes up at you.

You pause mid-sentence, eyes wide, looking at him like you’ve never heard the phrase before.

Yoongi amends his order. 

‘You can make all the noise you want. Feel free to scream my name. But I don’t want to hear anything else come out of your mouth. I won’t be listening.’

Yoongi wants to lick the pert nipples inches from his face, but your lips are pouted now, your face still shocked that he would speak to you like that, and so he kisses you instead.

He’s rougher than he would have liked to be, but to his surprise, you seem to like it. He sneaks a glance down at the damp stain on your panties, your nipples looking like they’re begging to be kissed, and he feels confident enough to say, ‘and fix your face. You obviously like it, so stop pouting at me like a spoiled brat.’

The moan that falls from your lips is so pretty Yoongi’s cock surges in his sweats.

He shifts his hips and catches you staring at his erection.

‘You don’t deserve my cock,’ Yoongi tells you sternly.

He dips his head and finally lets himself swirl his tongue around a nipple, rolling it against his teeth.

You cry his name, and Yoongi could cum just listening to you if he let himself. 

Your hips dance on the bed, and Yoongi slaps your thigh. 

‘You want me? Ask nicely,’ Yoongi says.

You don’t even hesitate. ‘Please, Yoongi.’

Yoongi runs a finger along your slit, gathering your slick. Fuck. You’re so wet.

You mewl at his touch. 

Yoongi tugs your panties off and dips his head between your legs to taste you.

‘Yoongi!’ 

You’re gasping his name now, hands fisting the sheets underneath you. 

Yoongi groans at the sight of you, better than any fantasy he’s had about you since you got married.

He uses his lips and tongue on your cunt, sloppy, noisy. Your moaning gets steadily louder, your voice breathier.

Yoongi thinks he could watch you fall apart forever on repeat.

You cry his name again as you cum, fingers threaded through his hair, pulling so hard it would hurt if it wasn’t so hot.

Yoongi presses another kiss to your cunt, and you wriggle. 

‘Just, give me a sec. I’ll blow you,’ you say, breathless, boneless on the bed.

‘You don’t deserve my cock,’ Yoongi says.

The outraged look on your face almost makes up for your antics at the auction. 

Yoongi heads to his own room to take care of himself. 

With the memory of your face as you came and your cries still echoing in his ears, it’s seconds before he’s spilling hot cum into his own fist, your name on his lips. 

***

Yoongi walks into his office to find you sitting at his desk the next morning.

‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’ he asks, politely, neutrally.

‘Just wanted to visit my husband,’ you reply. 

You tilt your head. ‘Your secretary should really log out whenever he leaves his desk.’ 

Yoongi’s looking at you warily, trying to work out what you mean by that, when you get up. 

You’re impeccably dressed as always. The ring he put on your finger catches the light as you tuck your hair behind your ears. 

‘Last night –’ you begin. 

Yoongi waits, expression impassive, as you stop in front of him. 

There’s something about the look in your eyes that emboldens him. 

‘I’m your husband. If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask,’ Yoongi says. 

‘Do I have to ask nicely?’ you ask. 

Yoongi turns away so you can’t see the smile threatening to curl his lips. He feigns disinterest as he replies, ‘You’ve never asked for anything nicely in your life, have you?’ 

You’re fiddling with a slip of paper that Yoongi later realises is his test results. 

‘I think you like being mean to me,’ you say, suddenly. 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow but doesn’t admit it. 

‘I’ll be home later. Oh, and Yoongi?’ 

You’re already half out the door. 

‘I’m sorry.’ 

Yoongi wants to ask you what for, but his attention is diverted by a sudden flurry of emails, a call from his secretary. 

When he looks up, you’re gone. 

©hamsterclaw 2022

Author's note: 'Fix your face' is borrowed from the incredible fanfic 'Arranged' by obiwrites - featuring the hottest Hoseok I've ever read, as well as a pretty hot Yoongi. Check it out on AO3 if you haven't read it. IT IS AMAZING.

[purple-raspberry]

arranged marriage with scaramouche <3

(fluff and hurt/comfort)

cw: fem!reader, swearing, reader's father is verbally abusive, reader is a little unhinged, vague mentions of murder

The only emotion you feel on your wedding day is hatred. You feel it burning you up inside, so bright and all-consuming that you think it might just melt the eternal snow of Snezhnaya that's all around you. The wedding itself is, thankfully, a short affair. Pleasantries are exchanged, the deal between your father and the Tsaritsa is officially sealed and you find yourself next to the notorious Balladeer.

At least his house is nice.

Not that you plan to stay there long, of course. While everyone around you spent the last month planning this stupid wedding, you planned your escape. Your wedding dress conceals a couple knives and your luggage hides a few more. You don't care how feared this Scaramouche is - you're getting the hell out of this town and, ideally, kingdom.

When you're finally left alone with him, the tension in the air is almost tangible. You can't deny it, you're scared. After all, he is a man, and all the women in your life have engrained this one lesson in your mind - men are more dangerous than any monster you'll find out there in the wilderness.

"Sit." he says, his back towards you. You don't.

"Would you mind if we talked tomorrow, my lord? I'm rather tired."

You notice him visibly recoiling at the title. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. Finally, he turns around and you feel your whole body enter fight-or-flight mode. You're so on edge that you feel like you might burst under his gaze.

"Here's the deal. I'm perfectly aware that you'd rather be anywhere else, and believe me, so would I. Unfortunately, both of us are stuck here, so why don't you put your knife away, get rid of that ridiculous dress and we can settle our business like adults."

Okay, you didn't expect this.

You sit down on the nearby couch and cross your legs in your dress just like your mother always forbade you from doing. You put your empty hands in your lap demonstratively and you think you catch a hint of a smirk on his face.

"I was under the impression you helped coordinate the deal between my father and the Tsaritsa." You say and he scoffs.

"The Tsaritsa loves to test my loyalty. This is as unwanted on my end as it is on yours."

"Why don't I just leave then? A win for both of us."

"I can't let you do that." You tense up again. "I can't afford to let the Tsaritsa think I killed you, and she'd never believe that you managed to run away from me."

You raise your eyebrow at his words. You knew he was a big deal among the Fatui, and clearly he thought it was for good reason. You stay silent for some time, weighing your options. You're very familiar with the situation he's in, as it mirrors your own almost perfectly. Your father's words echo in your mind.

"Don't you dare fuck this up for me. If you disobey me, I'll make sure you regret being born."

Suddenly you find the whole situation very funny. You rise from the couch and move to stand in front of Scaramouche. There's a smirk on your face and you extend your hand to him.

"Then I look forward to becoming good allies with you, my lord."

You notice again his distaste for the title. Yes, you think, you'll get along wonderfully.

It takes you two weeks to fully insert yourself into his life, and it takes another for him to notice. The day when it hits him is when he finishes all his paperwork just as the sun is coming down. He realises no one has bothered him all day - he hasn't heard the annoying laughter of the maids in the corridor outside his office or had his subordinates bring him unimportant news. All of this peace has culminated in his work being done at what most would consider the perfect time for dinner. Seeing as he's not truly human, he doesn't need to eat as often, but he decides that he might as well do it now.

He arrives in the kitchen ready to scold his chef if he's slacking again, only to find you in the middle of making some soup. You turn and greet him with a wave like this is a completely normal situation.

"What the hell are you in the kitchen for?"

"Oh, I fired your chef weeks ago."

Scaramouche blinks, stares at you and then blinks again. You're moving around the kitchen like it's your natural habitat, stirring your soup in between pulling out bowls and spoons. He's never felt this confused in his entire life. You have him try the soup and don't even wait for his response before you pour you both a bowl.

"How did you even fire the chef?!"

"Some of the maids too. Really, you had an unnecessary amount of staff. Half of them didn't even do anything. Anyway, yeah, it turns out I can do that since we're married."

"Is that why it's been so quiet? Usually I can't get them to leave me alone."

"Oh, I just forbade them from going in that wing of the house."

The thing is, Scaramouche rarely likes people. However, in just three weeks you've managed to improve his life more than any of his subordinates, and some of them have worked with him for years. If he were someone else, he'd try to think of a way to thank you, but he's himself, so all you get as a result of your efforts is a nod.

From that day forward, he starts to spend more time with you. You're mostly in the library anyway, so it becomes common for him to join you occasionally. When you get up to cook, he'll pick up his book and wordlessly come along with you. You build up a nice routine of discussing books and events around the kingdom. He complains about his work and you share with him all the stupid gossip you've picked up lately. Scaramouche loves to make fun of others and some of his remarks have you both cackling. One time you managed to get him to laugh properly at one of your jokes and you couldn't help but think: this isn't so bad.

Then, the invitation comes. The Tsaritsa's annual ball demands all harbingers and other Fatui members to show up, and you're sure your father will be there as well. All of a sudden you're reminded of your situation, of what people think your relationship with Scaramouche is. At least you're both on the same page.

The night before, you hover in the doorway of his bedroom. It's not unusual for you to distract him with some lighthearted chatter, but not in this case. He notices, of course, but waits for you to speak.

"Could you do me a favour?" You finally ask. The fact that you're asking for something is so unusual in itself that it catches him off guard.

"What do you need?"

"I don't..." You pause to take a deep breath. "I'm afraid of my father cornering me. I'm sure he'll find some way to be disappointed in me and I'd rather avoid him."

"What do you need me for?" He frowns at your words.

"Just... stick around me, please?"

Your request has him doing a double take. It's the first time you've ever been truly vulnerable around Scaramouche. Even on the first night, when you were afraid of him, you were ready to fight. It startles him, how far the two of you have come in such a short time. He wonders when he started to think of you as a friend. He pushes the thought away in favour of responding to you.

"Of course," he gives you a rare small smile. "You're better company than any of those idiots anyway."

The Tsaritsa's castle is as intimidating on the inside as it is on the outside. Scaramouche leads you into a huge ballroom. It's so full of people that it makes you a little claustrophobic. You go through the motions with him as you're supposed to - you greet the Tsaritsa, you dance together and it's only a little awkward. You catch a glimpse of your father once, but you quickly steer Scaramouche in a different direction. He fulfils his promise without complaint, even if his face is set in its usual displeased expression.

Of course, every promise is easier said than done. Some tall ginger guy comes out of nowhere and pulls Scaramouche away from you to tell him something. That alone is enough for the crowd to separate the two of you. You try to stay calm and find him again, but your fears come true as you feel a familiar grip on your forearm pull you out of the ballroom.

"Good evening, father." Your voice is stable, though you can't help the rising fear.

"You ungrateful brat," he hisses. "After everything I've done for you, you continue to disappoint me."

"I- I don't know what you mean, father-"

"Oh, don't you start. You had one job, you just had to be a proper wife, yet it seems you can't even manage that. Everyone can see how miserable Lord Scaramouche looks next to you, I dread to even think how you've embarrassed me."

You don't bother to try and defend yourself. The situation is familiar to you with how often it occurred throughout your childhood. What does surprise you, however, is the anger bubbling inside you as your father keeps talking.

"And then! You have the nerve to avoid me as if I'm unworthy of your respect-"

"You are!" You spit out suddenly. He looks taken aback at you talking back to him before fury settles on his face. However, just as he's about to continue his tirade, someone behind him clears their throat.

"If you'll excuse me, I have some urgent matters to discuss with my wife."

You've never heard Scaramouche sound so cold before. Based on the rumours you've heard about him, though, it's probably what he sounds like when he's commanding the Fatui. Your father tries to protest, but gives up and leaves. You try to compose yourself.

"What do you wish to discuss?"

"Are you alright?" he asks. It's then that you realise your hands are shaking and tears are threatening to start falling from your eyes. You don't answer him. Instead, you move to sit on the carpeted floor, rest your head against the wall and close your eyes. You hear shuffling, only to find that Scaramouche has moved to sit next to you. You stay silent. The looming tall ceiling of the corridor makes you feel small.

"I've never stood up to him before." you whisper.

"Then you must have the patience of a saint."

"Or the timidness of a lamb."

"You were ready to pull a knife on me the second we met, I'd hardly call that timid."

That pulls a laugh out of you. In a moment of bravery, you move your head to rest against his shoulder. He doesn't push you away like you expected him to. Instead, he takes one of your still shaking hands. You aren't sure how long you sit there, but eventually he stands and pulls you up.

"Come on," he says. "Let's go home."

And isn't that a thought, that you've started to think of this house as more of a home than you've ever had before. That night, it's not you standing in the doorway of his bedroom, but him leaning on yours. He looks vaguely uncomfortable, which you've come to learn means that you've hit an unpleasant topic for him. You never press when that happens in your conversations, but it seems he's trying to do it himself.

"I'm sorry," he says, clearly unused to the words. "You put your trust in me and I failed you."

You're shaking your head even before he's finished speaking and move to stand in front of him.

"It wasn't your fault. And besides, you came for me." you pause to calm your shaking voice. "It's more than anyone has done for me before."

"You deserve better than that."

You can't help it. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. You know he doesn't like physical affection that much, but he still responds to your embrace.

"Thank you, Scara." you whisper.

"Kunikuzushi."

You pull back to look at him, but he doesn't meet your gaze.

"It's my real name. You can use it if you want."

You very much do.

Life hardly changes for the two of you after that. You're even closer and you realise you're actually enjoying your life. Even the responsibilities of a big house aren't annoying - the maids come twice a week and you're usually there to supervise them. Still, it takes you a little while to hear their gossip.

The first time you notice something is off is when you see two of them giggling about something. You don't care much so you only raise an eyebrow at them when you pass them. The second time, however, you manage to hear a bit of their conversation.

"You shouldn't be talking like that, Maggie!"

"What, am I wrong? It's not like he's into her, he's always out or holed up in his office!"

You purposefully make your footsteps louder as you round the corridor. Yet, it's clear your appearance caught them by surprise. It makes you feel a little satisfied to see their scared faces as you walk by. You wonder if Scaramouche is rubbing off on you.

(You refuse to think about what Maggie said.)

Except, you keep noticing things. The way she's always hanging around the entrance to the wing you've forbidden them from entering. The way she's always the one to greet Scaramouche at the door if he comes home before the maids leave. But you're not jealous. You're not.

After all, you're the one who gets to see his smile when you greet him immediately after.

One day you find her standing at the door of his office and your blood runs cold. You know he isn't home and your mind starts racing. Is she trying to spy on the Fatui's business? Then, you see the letter in her hands and the blush on her face and you realise it's not nearly as sinister. Nevertheless, your voice is cold when you approach her.

"I'm afraid Lord Scaramouche went out earlier."

She nearly jumps with how hard you startle her.

"Madam, I- I was just-"

"I don't know what has led you to believe otherwise," you state. "But there is already a lady of this house."

Her face is burning with shame and she runs away before you can say anything else. You sigh and go into the office just to make sure she didn't actually touch anything. You're still there when Kunikuzushi comes home.

"Have you been firing my staff again? The girl at the door was different than usual." Your body tenses up. He'd noticed her?

"We had a... disagreement." you say coldly. "I assume she went home early."

You aren't looking at him, but you know him well enough to know he's raising his eyebrow at you.

"Must have been some disagreement to leave you this upset."

"She just needed to be reminded of her place is all."

You finally look at him, only to see him staring at you in thought as he pieces everything together.

"Were you jealous?" He asks you bluntly and you can tell he finds it amusing. You huff and turn away. You can feel your blush, but you'd rather die before you acknowledge it.

"You're such an idiot." The words aren't unusual for him to say, but the soft tone is new to you. "You always think so little of yourself. Tell me, can you name someone whose company I prefer over yours? Do you know of anyone else whom I let use my real name?"

You refuse to look at him. You know you mean a lot to him, you're not blind. But you want to be more. He stands in front of you and gently pushes your chin so he can look you in the eyes.

"What lowly maid could ever hold a candle to you?" He whispers before he kisses you gently, just once. Your thought process comes to a complete halt. His gaze never leaves yours. You want to count the stars in his eyes. You wonder if he's counting them in yours.

You don't fire Maggie, in the end. You don't think you need any more satisfaction than her crestfallen face when your husband kisses you goodbye for all the maids to see.

(That night, when you're sitting together in the library, he makes fun of you for the sadistic tendencies you've picked up from him. Then, he asks if you want to help him make your father 'disappear'. You only laugh and keep running your fingers through his hair. He's definitely rubbing off on you.)

[kotekenobii]

The more I think about Cody in the tbb s2 trailer the more insane I feel about it and the more sorry I feel for him. Put yourself in his shoes. He’s got something in his head that’s not letting him think straight, let alone make his own choices. That something in his head told him to shoot and kill the love of his life (or if you don't subscribe to that, one of his very closest friends). He no longer has Obi-Wan or Rex or anyone else to lean on for support: he’s all alone. He doesn't have anyone he can trust. And so, in desperation, he is talking to the one person in his life who he still has a bit of a connection with - Crosshair, who he helped as best as he could before the war ended through his involvement with the Bad Batch (I'd love to know the full canonical extent of how much Cody had to do with the Bad Batch, and have many thoughts of my own about it, but that's for some other time). "Rumours are, more and more clones have been questioning the order." Cody's a smart man. He knows he can’t say what’s really on his mind, that he’s feeling terrible for having carried out Order 66, that he knows it was wrong, that he feels too much guilt and regret to ever voice or be able to put into words and that the pain is eating him alive. So he takes the tactical approach. He is testing Crosshair - probing the waters and seeing if perhaps he can trust him, wanting to know if he's not alone. If there are others struggling with the consequences of Order 66. But Crosshair says the exact opposite of what he needs to hear - whe says that those clones are then traitors, like the Jedi. And Cody, who is known for his loyalty, who is meant to set a prime example to those around him, who is in charge of so much and has shouldered so much responsibility for all his life - and who is now struggling with this unimaginable, unspeakable grief and guilt, is confronted with this sudden realisation of being a traitor and it’s so incredibly confusing and heartbreaking and all he wants is to talk to Obi-Wan, but he murdered Obi-Wan and he really is lost and alone. He can't trust anyone. He can't trust Crosshair, sure, but what's worst of all is that he knows he can't even trust himself and his own mind.

[lemonyko0]

work over pleasure - kth

in order to have everything, you must first be in a position to lose everything. after divorcing the love of your life, you're already halfway there.

» genre: angst!!!, romance, divorce au, pregnancy.

» word count: 1.8k

work over pleasure - kth

"i'll just send it to you in the mail, don't even think about coming here taehyung or so help me god.” i scold my ex-husband over the phone as he bothers me for the hundredth time this week over something he doesn't need, but insists he does.

it's all just an excuse to come over again. the chance to talk to me in person, to see me, to touch me. i sometimes think he likes to argue for sport, for his own entertainment.

he's plenty aware it's all we do when we see each other yet he's constantly bothering me.

“i'm passing our house on my way to work, why can't i just come get it? you're being ridiculous y/n. can't you stand to face me for a minute?”

i scoff then laugh, “truthfully taehyung? no i can't. and it's my house, not ours. it's in my name and i'm the one paying rent, not you.”

his heavy breathing over the line is all i hear, his telltale sign he's deeply annoyed. “what if i bring your bracelet? can we trade off then?”

the businessman in him shows as he makes a deal he knows i can't refuse. having lapped up my most valuable piece of jewelry ‘by accident’ when he left two months ago.

“fine, just don't be late.”

i can practically see his irritating smirk over the phone, “sure thing baby.”

i simply roll my eyes and end the call, not having the energy to scold him anymore.

i haven't had the energy for anything lately, feeling constantly tired and sore despite doing nothing. i even began getting sick before breakfast every morning, but i had chalked that down to my anxiety over my divorce. a simple coincidence.

a part of me knew the truth deep down, but i couldn't take anymore devastation after dealing with a failed marriage with a man i was still horribly in love with.

taehyung was married to his work, not to me. his loyalty rests in the hands of the company he's so proud of. that's what our divorce was over, and that's what made my situation so much more difficult.

standing alone in what was once my husband and i’s house, with a positive pregnancy test in my hand. everything i was scared of, confirmed with one extra blue line.

i couldn't believe it. i refused to, actually. there was no way. taehyung had made it clear he was too busy to start a family, so we were careful. i knew what was happening to our relationship, i wouldn't have been so stupid.

my heart races as i think of every possible excuse as to why this couldn't possibly be real, until three very loud knocks at my door have my attention pulled elsewhere.

i quickly dry my tears and wash my hands before opening the door to a smug looking taehyung, whose expression falls almost instantly as he sees me.

“why-”

“here's your stuff.” i interrupt him, not wanting an interrogation, or any interaction at all from him. it's his fault after all, why i'm in this mess in the first place.

he takes the box from my hands before digging my bracelet out of his pocket and handing it to me, “here's this, sorry again.”

i nod my head as i take it from his hands. i begin to back away and close the door but he forces it open, “w-wait y/n-”

i scowl at him and whine, “taehyung what do you want from me?”

he grins and steps forward, inviting himself back into his old home, “i smell coffee, and yours is so much better than the stuff we have at work, can you make me a cup please? for old times sake?” he smiles sweetly, knowing i can't turn him down.

i silently step aside, closing the door behind him as he heads straight for the kitchen and i walk slowly behind him.

“love what you've done with the place.” he says to be funny, staring at where our photos used to be, which i replaced with pictures of my dog instead. “you really do love him more than me don't you?”

i scoff, “you love your job more than either of us.”

he gives me a forced grin but doesn't reply. the only noise in the house being the rumbling of the coffee machine as we both eagerly wait for it to finish.

“i'm gonna..” he starts awkwardly, “go to the bathroom.”

i nod, completely zoned out while staring at the coffee.

i grab a cup from the cupboard, pouring it in and dropping in two ice cubes to cool it down. i turn around and place it on the counter he was once leaning against and wait for him to come back.

not a second layer he comes rushing back into the kitchen, looking pale as a ghost. he stares at me, unable to get a single word out.

“what's your problem?” i ask, his expression is almost laughable.

“y-you left something in the bathroom.”

i narrow my eyes at him confusedly, then realizing he may have seen the pregnancy test i had sat on the counter before i opened the door.

“n-no thats not-”

“not yours? you would tell me if you were pregnant right?” he asks while walking towards me. i open my mouth to agree but he interrupts me again, “is it mine? did you already have sex with someone else? i can't believe this.” he runs his hands through his hair as he takes a deep breath in, “what the fuck is happening y/n.”

i stare blankly at the floor. i hadn't gotten this far. i had no idea what i wanted to do about this, i had no idea if i wanted him to be involved at all, i had no idea if he'd even want to be involved.

“i-i just found out.” is all i can safely tell him.

he just sighs, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table but not sitting in it, instead he pulls me over, sitting me down on it before sitting beside me. “it's mine isn't it? i-i mean,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “you didn't hook up with someone this soon right?”

i can't muster up the courage to look him in the eyes. unsure of what exactly i was afraid of, possibly the one thing i've always wanted, a real family of my own, being torn away from me so quickly if he tells me he wants nothing to do with this.

“i-it is.” it comes out as a whisper, my voice betraying me before my emotions do, feeling my tears fall again for reasons unbeknownst to me.

“and you just found out? when?”

i look at him for a split second, his expression unreadable as always, “just before you got here.”

“you haven't even been to the doctors yet?” i shake my head. he rises from his seat, grabbing his coffee and phone that were waiting for him on the counter. i start to think maybe this was it, he was finally leaving.

that is until his hand is out in front of me, asking me to take it. i look up at him and he tilts his head, “let's go.”

i take his hand and let him lead me towards the door, putting on my coat for me, “go where?”

he just chuckles, “to the doctors, i want to make sure my baby is healthy.” his behavior confuses me deeply but i let him continue regardless, helping me slip my shoes on as he pauses before opening the door again, “you included, y/n.”

he takes notice of my deeply muddled expression and stops what he's doing. he grabs my hands and looks me in the eyes, attempting to portray his sincerity before he's even spoke, “you don't have to take me back, but if you're gonna go through with this, i can't let you do it alone. even if all you do is yell at me and call me names the whole time, i'll take it all.” he pauses, and i can tell he's struggling to express himself.

“you don't have to taehyung.” i tell him.

“i love you more than anything y/n, i know you don't believe that, you always tell me i'm married to my work and i admit i put it first before you, and i'm sincerely sorry for making you feel ignored and unloved, but i've been trying to tell you this and prove it to you ever since you told me you wanted a divorce. i did it because i want to be able to spoil you and our children, but i went overboard with it and it costed me the greatest thing to ever happen to me in my entire life, so please, let me make it up to you.”

i stare at him, waiting for him to show any signs of regret or dishonesty but he's confident. he smiles and reaches a hand up to my face to wipe away my tears, “i love you.”

i sniffle and look away, “don't say that now.”

“but i mean it.”

i shake my head, “if i could think rationally right now, i would probably be kicking your balls for putting us in this situation.”

my comment does as it's intended to, making us both laugh aloud and ease the mood. i don't want to be mad anymore. i'm tired of being upset and exhausted all the time. i want my husband back, but not because of this.

“taehyung, i really don't want my child to grow up with parents who can't stand to be around each other, who do nothing but bicker endlessly. that's exactly what i had and i can't bring an innocent child into that environment so all i ask is that you prove you've changed. you stay for me, because you love me and you're sorry.”

"i am! i will, i promise.” he says with no hesitation, stepping closer and leaning down, “c-can i kiss you? please?”

“once.” i tell him, knowing i was way too needy and hormonal to say no to him.

he wastes no time giving me a sweet and short kiss to show his gratitude, pulling away with a stupid smile that makes me laugh.

“if they have your smile we’re in trouble.” i tell him, plenty aware he knows it's my favorite thing about him.

“my cute boxy smile.” he mocks me, “the ladies will be all over him.”

“or her.” i correct, not wanting to call it so soon.

he opens the door and slings an arm around my shoulders, “regardless, i'll love them as much as i love you.”

i eye him, “more, i hope.”

he places a gentle kiss on the top of my head and guides me by my arm as he walks me to the car, “i'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

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Sad, Beautiful, Tragic | Alicent Hightower

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Alicent Hightower x Targaryen!oc

Their fathers sworn enemies, Viserra and Alicent should never have been as close as they were, yet it was a connection neither could fight. What began as an innocent girlhood companionship becomes something scandalous, with the bastard daughter of Daemon Targaryen showing her true colours. As the dance begins she finds herself torn between her loyalty to her house and her love for her father. Yet neither hold a candle to her forbidden love for the new queen, a love which threatens to destroy them both.

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The sky is crackling with thunder as I fly higher and higher into the clouds and above on Darkfyre, Rhaenyra following on Syrax. An almost daily occurrence. It's the only time I feel truly alive.

When we're forced to return to the ground Alicent stands there, waiting for us as she does every day. Despite our attempts to bring her up with us she insists she is happy as a spectator.

Yet she does not seem happy as Rhaenyra and I walk over to her arm in arm.

"Another pleasant ride?"

"More like a chase," Rhaenyra exclaims, her voice heavy from the exhilaration, no one having tested her as a dragonrider until I came along. "That was fun."

"I don't know about your definition of fun, but we should get inside," Alicent says looking up at the sky and tells us "Rhaenyra, I believe you're required in the small council chamber."

"Right," Rhaenyra says, and quickly goes to ready herself, meanwhile I turn to Alicent.

"Would you like to come with me to the dock to watch the ships come in from Pentos?" I ask her but she merely shakes her head, and I recognise the look in her eyes. "Now?"

"Yes, now," she says, unable to say no to her father, and especially not a king.

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Once Rhaenyra returns from the council chambers she asks me to accompany her in choosing a new member of the kingsguard.

Otto stands behind us as we peer over the balcony, standing on stools to see properly. It's quite boring for the most part, but we're both pleasantly surprised to see Ser Criston Cole. It's only when Ser Harrold announces him we're truly paying attention.

"Ser Criston Cole, son of the steward of the Lord of Blackhaven."

Most knights I'm accustomed to are the sons of lords, a noble enough standing, but the son of a steward is almost nothing. Yet he bested my father in combat.

"Be welcome, Ser Criston," Rhaenyra says and we share a glance before she asks "You saw combat in the Stormlands?"

"Dornish marches, princess," he replies, impressive for a man who is so young compared to the other men standing here. "I fought for a year as a foot soldier against the Dornish incursions. Ser Arlan Dondarrion knighted me after we razed two of the watch towers along the Boneway."

Rhaenyra nods, and it's clear her decision is being waited on so I add "And princess may I add although we both remember it well, that he bested my father Daemon Targaryen at the heir's tournament."

I look down to Criston Cole, a handsome man there's no denying that, one who somehow feels like a match. A man of low standing and yet one with remarkable skill in combat. Rhaenyra and I share a look, both knowing her decision.

"I choose Ser Criston Cole."

I'm smiling to myself as Otto immediately warns "Let's not be too hasty, princess. There's no doubt Ser Criston is a fine warrior, but houses such as Cracknell and Mallister are important allies to the crown-"

"Well Lord Hand, considering you believe my father to be the greatest threat to the king's life you should be glad the princess has chosen a man who bested him in combat," I interrupt much to his displeasure, having found joy in being a thorn in his side.

"Yes," Rhaenyra agrees. "My father should be defended by a man who has known real combat, should he not?"

Begrudgingly he agrees "Of course, princess."

"Well let us plan Ser Criston's investiture then."

We're both smiling as we walk away arm in arm, yet only she is oblivious as to where Alicent is at this moment.

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That night I find myself sitting in Alicent's chambers, waiting for her. Unable to deny the discomfort the thought of her alone with Viserys brings me. My uncle is a good man, likely taking the opportunity to show her his model city, glad someone to have someone that listens. But still, it's never sat right with me, and with each day that passes it only worsens.

The heavy door opens and her voice is stiff as she sees me, walking past me to pour herself a cup of wine as she asks "How did it go with Rhaenyra?"

"She chose Ser Criston Cole."

Alicent only sighs. "Of course she did."

"Does that bother you?" I ask, perplexed.

"Aside from the obvious reason he was chosen?"

It seems she's seen her father before coming here. "Because he bested my father in combat?" Her lips purse together, having forgotten that. "Why are you in such a sour mood lately?"

Her voice is tough. "You know why."

And so I walk over to her, taking her hand in mine and lacing my fingers with hers. "Then come forget it for a little while."

The tension slowly leaves her body at my touch, neither of us knows quite why we keep these nights secret from Rhaenyra, but we do. Nights where it's just the two of us.

I hold her close, her touch easing the loneliness inside. It's innocent, but something about it feels like it's for us only to see and no one else. Nights where we lay together, our fingers laced and bodies touching, just to feel some type of comfort.

We lie down on her bed atop the blankets and when I see the tears staining her face she doesn't need to explain why. I wipe them away and touch my forehead to hers. These past months have been difficult for her. Too difficult.

"Every time my father sends me to the king, I'm worried he'll ask things of me I don't want to give," she confesses to me, her voice shaking. "And whenever he sees me his eyes say it all, that I'm not doing enough."

"Then he does not know Viserys," I say quietly. "My fathers told me in his youth the two of them may have made their way through the street of silk but through his marriage to Aemma he never took a mistress, never desired to. He is not that type of man."

"I know, but my father-" she cuts herself off. "He wants me to make a whore of myself when I've never even been kissed. I wouldn't know what to do."

It's then I realise "Now I think of it I wouldn't know either."

She almost laughs at that. "You're you, Viserra Targaryen, of course you'd know."

I know better than her the things that happen in brothels, even if I've never partaken.

"I know I may behave like a man but I've never touched one," I tell her in all honesty, something that somehow surprises her. "I'd much rather ride my dragon." But as I look at her lips I can't help but ask "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like, to kiss someone?"

"Haven't we all?" she replies. "You're free to do whatever you wish, I must remain perfectly chaste."

I raise an eyebrow. "Would anyone know if you weren't?"

"I would," she replies, flustered. "I'd know."

Sex is something I've found myself thinking of often these past months, but it's something I haven't sought out. Perhaps it's guilt, knowing I can do so without consequence whilst for Alicent and Rhaenyra such a thing could destroy their prospects. When I think of it I often think of Ser Criston, wondering what a man's hands would feel like on my body, how rough they'd be opposed to when I'm in Alicent's arms, how chapped a man's lips would feel as opposed to my own lips, a woman's lips. How they'd feel. 

How hers would feel.

I find my eyes fixed on them, perfect like the rest of her, and murmur "Is your chastity truly worth more than taking what you want?"

She blinks at me, confused. "What I want?"

I meet her eyes and ask "What is it you want?" She opens her mouth and I follow up. "I don't mean what your father wants, or what you should want. What do you actually want?"

She opens her mouth but struggles for words. "I-" for a moment I swear I see her eyes look to my lips before sitting upright, leaving me without her warmth. "I need a glass of water." She gets up and reluctantly I sit up, watching as she pours one for each of us and stiffly says "Since you're here would you like to help me finish the embroidery on my new dress."

It's the last thing I want to do, but to have an excuse to stay here I agree. 

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The following morning three of us come to the sept, Alicent and I listening to Rhaenyra's frustrations, but my head is still caught up in last night in Alicent's room and the strange feeling that's lingered like perfume.

"It's only been half a year since my mother died, and already they try to marry my father off and replace me as heir. I know those men and how they plot in their secret councils when I've been sent away."

Alicent and I share a look, Rhaenyra none the wiser. We'd hoped that Otto's attempts would fail, that the visits to Viserys would fizzle out into nothing, but I was wrong. We both were.

"You cannot worry at the matters of lords and kings Rhaenyra," Alicent says, secretly becoming defensive. These past months she's been racked with fear at the thought of Rhaenyra finding out, even to the point I've tried to convince her to tell her herself. But here we are. "What if your father were to remarry?"

Now that catches my attention, it is one thing to entertain a king, it's another to marry him. Alicent struggles to meet my eye and I know this plot is quickly growing stronger, and far more dangerous.

Those words visibly upset Rhaenyra and so I say "Six months is hardly even an appropriate period of mourning. The king lost his beloved wife, no one wise should ask him to even consider it for a long time to come."

Rhaenyra still doesn't speak, while my logic doesn't comfort her, Alicent's words do. "The king loves you. He chose you for his heir."

Rhaenyra's voice is harsh. "He didn't choose me he spurned Daemon." She quickly looks to me in regret. "I'm sorry, I'm not the only one who has lost a parent."

"I haven't lost him," I sigh, having hardly spoken of it. "Your mother died in the childbed and brother in the cradle, my father laughed about it in a brothel and got himself exiled to Dragonstone where he is living with his whore without even the decency to send a letter."

A lie, but not completely. I know very well my safety and the council's trust in me is dependent on my loyalty to Viserys and Rhaenyra, and of no contact with my father. There has been none, except for my fifteenth nameday several months ago. There was no letter, nothing, except for a ring bearing the sigil of our house. A reminder from him that despite my birth, despite the fact at barely sixteen he'd impregnated my mother and yielded a bastard, I'm still his daughter, I'm still a Targaryen. And most importantly not to forget it.

Her voice is as gentle as it gets. "But he is still your father."

It's then Alicent, feeling we are all grieving something guides us over to where the candles are lit to pray. "Kneel with me."

It's a command we do not refuse, each of us kneeling on either side of her, being in a holy space so strange to us, and engaging with it even stranger.

Alicent's voice shakes a little. "I find this is a way to be with my mother. Here in the quiet of the sept I feel close to her." She backtracks knowing neither of us have faith like she does. "I know it sounds foolish."

"I don't think it's foolish," Rhaenyra says and I quickly follow.

"It isn't, it's sweet," I say, giving her a small smile and she nods, returning it.

"Good, because I thought you both might try."

She passes us each a stick of incense, and notices our hesitation.

"If not for me, then for them," she says and looks to me. "For all our mothers."

My mother, Jeyne, daughter of Lord Egan. A man of a small house sworn to House Arryn and the Vale, although they disowned her when she fell pregnant. Yet she grew up companion to Aemma, and it was her love for my mother that spared us both from ruin. It was her love that kept me cared for when my mother died in the childbed until my father came, a young man of sixteen tempted to let me bear the fate of the bastard. He'll never admit it, but I know it was by Aemma's insistence that he claimed me as his.

We light the incense, and I stare through the smoke at the flames. Yet it is not my mother I mourn, but my father. He's had stints like this over the years, but not this long, not without me. Even if that part is my own fault. Yet I cannot regret it when I have Alicent and Rhaenyra beside me. Rhaenyra is my sister but Alicent... Alicent has become my confidante and I her's.

I come out of my daze to see Rhaenyra in tears. "I want him to see me as more than his little girl."

Alicent tries to assure her "Mine own father does not know the language of girls either."

"Well you both know mine so that should go without saying."

I manage to make them both laugh a little, but in truth I wish that my father would just see me as his little girl. Not as his dragon rider or heir to nothing or fighter. Just his little girl. If he did then perhaps he wouldn't do the things he does.

It's when Alicent speaks that I go quiet. "When I wish to talk with him, I know that I must make the effort."

I'm quiet as they continue to pray, something Alicent notices for that night she comes to my rooms, just her.

Again I'm looking through incense into a candle flame, as if I could be a dreamer, but I'm not, unfortunately I inherited my fathers mind for realism.

"You were quiet earlier," she begins. "I know you didn't want to say anything since Rhaenyra was already upset..." she comes over and sits beside me on the long armchair. "You can talk to me."

I shake my head, the irony of it all making me mad. "You and Rhaenyra, despite the difficulties with your fathers you can speak to them... my father has so many enemies here at court that if I spoke with him they'd twist it into something ugly, a conspiracy."

"Is that what you want?" she asks me. "To speak with him?"

"I want him here," I say, my voice strained as I look at her. "I have everything I could need except for my father. He- he's all I've ever truly had. I never had my real mother nor her family, the closest thing to that was the queen and now she's gone that leaves my father, who is also gone. Banished."

Alicent offers "I could speak with the king-"

Immediately I reach for her hand, shaking my head. "No, don't do that."

She's confused. "Why not?"

"Because it is a dangerous thing to do, what you do now is dangerous enough but to involve yourself in such matters could put you in harms way."

While I'm worried she dismisses it. "My father has already done that."

I look down at our joined hands, a strange ache in my heart, a rage barely hidden. "I hate him for what he's done to my father, for what he's done to you."

I've never said it so frankly before, but it's hardly a surprise to her. "The king must remarry, he's merely put me in his sight."

I still at her resignation which has become almost acceptance. "Except you do not want it." She doesn't say a word as she looks down at her hands, her nails bloodied. "Tell me you don't want it."

She opens her mouth, but struggles with words. "I-" She stumbles over them and I let go of her hand and get to my feet, standing over her. "Viserra."

"You'd be betraying Rhaenyra," I say, having supported her in this until now. "You came to me half a year ago in tears because your father wanted you to comfort the king, and now- now you're telling me if he were to take a new wife you would want it to be you?"

"No," she quickly says, jumping up. "I never said that."

But something's changed in her eyes since that night. "But your father has."

She purses her lips together, picking at her nails until she blurts out "He doesn't have to."

I look down at her hands and grab them, holding them tight in my own. "It's me Alicent. I know you don't want this, I know you're trying to accept your fate but there's still a way out of this."

She blinks at me confused. "How?"

That is the question I hoped she wouldn't follow up with. "We'll find a way."

Now she's the one to shake her head at me as she rips her hands away and steps back. "You would sooner get yourself exiled trying."

"Then I'll get myself exiled," I say without hesitation, not understanding this feeling which I can only label as fear, not fear of exile, but fear of losing her.

"No-"

"I would."

"You wouldn't."

"I would," I insist, knowing it's the truth but she stares at me with wide eyes as if I'm mad. "You know I would."

"I know you're reckless," she says, stepping closer to me. "I know you pretend not to be, you pretend to be a lady to keep everyone happy but I know what you are. I might be the only person who does."

I step closer, challenging her. "And what's that?"

She's as angry as I've ever seen her, and I could almost smile at having brought it out, brought out what I know is beneath her pretty face but I could not expect the words that come from her mouth "I know you're in love with Rhaenyra."

She catches me not just off guard, but leaves me utterly stunned. "What?"

She stands her ground. "Why else would you stay here when your father was exiled?" I'm that blindsided I cannot even think let alone form words as her voice shakes with what I can only call jealousy. "I see how you look at her, I see you two together when you fly on dragonback, I've been a witness watching for months-" She pauses, as if questioning if she's going too far but she knows she's already crossed whatever line there was between us. "My father... he warned me long ago that you- that you favour women."

I blink at her, the mention of Otto waking me up "Well then he must know my heart better than I for that is news to me."

She just shakes her head at me. "Don't deny it, we both know it to be true."

Except I don't. "I-"

She cuts me off again. "I've seen how you look at Rhaenyra and she at you, is this the reason you're so adamant about me not marrying the king? Because you cannot bear the thought of betraying her?"

Again, an accusation that is news to me and I cannot help the disgust that edges my words. "You- you think I'm in love with Rhaenyra?"

She just looks at me as if I'm an idiot. "I know it." I open my mouth, unable to even begin to find the words to tell her how wrong she is, but again she speaks in my place. "I'm not blind, I saw it long before my father ever did."

"Otto," I begin, my voice thick. "Otto decides to slander me by painting me as what? Some heinous girl who seduces her friends?"

It's then I see panic cross her face. "No- I didn't mean-"

"And to accuse me of being in love with Rhaenyra," it's that part that truly bewilders me. "She is a sister to me, an annoying sister who I fight with but love dearly as kin, I could never see her as anything but that." I look at Alicent, who's turned pale. "How could you think that?"

"I-" it's only now she stumbles over her words. "I shouldn't have said anything."

Before I can reach for her she's running towards my door and I'm calling out her name "Alicent!"

She runs out, but if she thinks I won't follow her she's dead wrong.

I chase after her, calling out her name as she runs down the hall in the dead of night but I'm faster and catch her wrist. "Alicent!"

She looks back at me with tears in her brown eyes, something which only bewilders me more. "I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry, please- please forget it."

But I just stare at her with wide eyes and exclaim "How? How can I possibly forget that?"

"Please, I'm asking you- I'm begging you Viserra please-"

It's then a shrewd voice rings out and we both see Otto walking towards us. "Let go of my daughter!"

But something possesses me and I pull her behind me, defiant. "No."

He stops in front of us and threatens "Let her go before I call the guards."

I just laugh dangerously, something which unnerves him. "Is that what you think I am, a heinous bastard who seduces noble lords daughters?"

"I know you are."

Without thinking, without even a shred of sense, I reach for her face and bring her lips to mine. It's brief yet everything I dreamed it would be, the feeling of a woman's lips on my own, but overshadowed by the realisation that in a single moment I know I've thrown us both into the flames.

She stares at me, wide eyed and speechless as it dawns on me what I've done and I look to Otto who gapes at us in pure disgust.

"I will-"

"What?" I taunt, calling his bluff as I let go of Alicent to challenge him. "Tell the king? I think we both know you wouldn't dare."

He'd never risk his daughter's reputation, never risk her chances of becoming queen for his own hatred for me, no matter how tempting. Without looking back at Alicent I push past him, blood pumping and head light as I march back to my chambers. The moment the door closes behind me it's as if a wave has come over me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I curse under my breath as the weight of what I've done hits. I'm trembling, not out of fear of repercussions from Otto or the king. But of Alicent. Of what this means for us.

My first instinct isn't self-preservation, but escape.

I'm leaving tonight.

Quickly I change into my riding clothes, leaving my crimson dress discarded on the floor as I grab my dagger, securing it around my waist before making my escape from the castle and to the dragon pit. The dragon keepers don't question me as I bring Darkfyre out and mount her, going the only place I've ever gone when in trouble. To my father.

Before I even know what I've done Dragonstone is in the distance, and I land atop the bridge leading to the castle, climbing down from Darkfyre, unable to hear the sound of my own feet running in the darkness over the pounding of my heart.

Knowing there's no such thing as a quiet entrance with a dragon I run inside calling out for him despite the hour. The Goldcloaks don't dare to stop me.

"Father!" I cry out, and it's only then the tears come to me, a scared girl longing for her fathers assurance. "Father!"

There's a hand on my arm and I look to see Ser Harwin. "Princess?"

"I need to see my father," I say, suddenly aware of my current state and how I must look, and he quickly guides me through the throne room where goldcloaks have summoned my father. 

It's there he runs in, utterly bewildered to see me here but he doesn't ask questions as the goldcloaks vacate the room, taking me into his arms making sure I'm not hurt. 

"I fucked up," I cry into his shirt, knowing those words I've always been able to say to him if no one else. "I've ruined everything."

He pulls back, hands on my shoulders, voice firm "Did you kill someone?"

I look up at him, struggling for breath as I confess "I kissed Alicent."

His eyes roll that far into the back of his head as he lets me go, muttering "You wake me up at this hour..."

"Father, this is serious," I insist, biting back my tears. "Otto Hightower thinks I'm a heinous seductress determined to corrupt his daughter."

I watch as he simply sits back on the throne, forehead in his hands. "Otto, what the fuck does Otto have to do with it?"

"I had a fight with Alicent and Otto found me running after her and accused me of trying to seduce his daughter so I- I kissed her."

He looks up, hiding a smile behind his hand. "Well are you?"

"Of course not!" I exclaim and he raises his hands in his defence, amused. "Why are you laughing?"

"So, Otto accuses you of seducing his daughter, and you go and prove him right by seducing his daughter."

My body is stiff as I insist. "I did not seduce Alicent!"

"Why not, if everyone's accusing you of it why not do it?"

"Because I don't-" I cut myself off but he just waits for me to finish. "I don't have those predispositions."

He scoffs "Bullshit."

I gape at him. "What do you mean bullshit?"

He chuckles. "Must I point out the obvious?"

I glare at him which only makes him laugh more. "Stop it."

"Stop what? You're the one that's arrived here on dragonback in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder because you kissed a girl," he remarks. "And I'd almost forgotten you were fifteen. So to clarify, you kissed Alicent in front of Otto."

"Yes-" he laughs, enjoying this too much.

"Oh to see the look on his face, well done."

"Well done?" I repeat. "Is that truly all you have to say?"

"Well what else is there?" he asks me. "You finally realised you want to fuck Alicent Hightower and half succeeded whilst pissing off that old cunt so well done."

"I don't want to-" I cut myself off, more frustrated than upset now at least. "I don't want to fuck girls."

He just sighs, shaking his head at me as if I'm an idiot. "Yes you do, don't deny it. If you stopped arguing with me for five seconds you'd see it."

And so I shut up, and indeed it does only take five seconds for me to realise just what that strange feeling I've been harbouring all these months is.

"Shit."

He just watches on amused as it finally dawns on me after all these months, after all these years of craving a woman's touch, craving hers. But- but I've always found men attractive, just none have ever managed to hold a candle to her. 

All this time I've asked her what she wants, without ever stopping to consider for a moment what it is I want. Perhaps it's because whenever the words have left my tongue she's been right there in front of me, already there.

Until now.

I look at my father, realising what I've just revealed about myself and ask "You aren't- you aren't angry?"

He just raises his eyebrows at the question. "Do you think I'm Otto? Of course not. I'm just glad it's not Ser Crispin you're crying over."

"But I- I still think I like men," I say, confused but certain of that much and he curses.

"So close." 

It's then we're interrupted by his whore.

"Has it been done?" Daemon asks her and she nods. "Good. Time you properly met my daughter. Viserra, this is Mysaria, Mysaria, my daughter Viserra."

"Princess," she says, her voice foreign, and excuses herself as quickly as she came. She's still here with him after six months, that alone shocks me.

"Do you love her?" I ask my father, and he merely shrugs.

"I like her company enough."

I never understood his animosity for Rhea Royce, I always admired her, and she was always kind to me. But I can say now I've never understood love, never understood what it must be to be forced into another's heart until I saw Alicent being forced to the king's chambers.

It's then I confess to my father "Otto is plotting to make Alicent queen."

He pauses, taken aback. "They're plotting to replace Aemma already?"

"With Alicent," I say, needing someone to share my anger. "Otto wants his daughter to be queen, he's had Alicent visiting the king for months now."

He stews on it. "Otto that bastard, of course he has."

"How do I stop it?" I ask him and he looks up at me in surprise. "I don't care about the consequences, she doesn't want this, so tell me how I can stop it."

With those words he looks at me with a newfound pride. "You'll likely get yourself exiled."

"I don't care," I say as quickly as I did when Alicent said those same words. "I- I can't watch her marry him."

I won't. I won't watch Alicent marry my uncle, I won't watch her be forced to have children that would replace Rhaenyra. It's always been the three of us, we swore allegiance to Rhaenyra. I won't let Otto destroy everything. No matter the cost. 

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(Books!) Sandor Clegane x Reader | Requested

Author's note: This list, like my NSFW list, has some answers split up depending if the reader is male or female. The Hound is for everyone to enjoy❣️ It's long... some questions are answered more directly than others.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In the beginning, the Hound’s affection sure did not feel like it. Then again, you might not have realized until later where it started. 

You sparked his interest. Landed yourself with Sandor Clegane’s attention, but he’s no Florian, no Flowery Knight, and he’s well aware of the fact. It makes him even more bitter than usual. Before your relationship began, Sandor would show his affection by having an eye on you. King’s Landing is a dangerous place and in the eyes of Sandor Clegane, affection equals protection. He’ll watch you, gauge the people around you. It will not take long until he touched you, not inappropriately so and it will not be a conscious decision on his part, just a small touch. His hand will find your shoulder. He sees you unsteady on your feet after too much drink and he’ll take a hold of your arm. A small test. Checking to see if you scream, if you wring away in disgust. 

The second part is probably where you think it begins. The push back. There are few people in Westeros not frightened of him, men and women alike. The Hound isn’t used to courting, he never counted it a possibility so he doesn’t know how to begin. He’ll second-guess himself, not his want, but that you would ever be glad to have a man like him wanting you. Are you a ploy? Is it a dare? He’ll snarl and pester you, even try to frighten you. Try and force you to admit that he scares you. Confirm what should be true, what has always been true. 

When the courting begins, he’ll find somewhere safe for you two to meet. Savor having someone enjoy his embrace, and touch will be one of two main ways Sandor will show you his affection. The other? Listening. One does not earn the place of sworn sword to royalty by being unattentive. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Male Reader There are certain things one can do to expedite their death in King’s Landing. Lay with Robert Baratheon and produce bastards, insult Cersei Lannister, and/or make Littlefinger lose a substantial amount of money. Considering Robert’s famed taste for women, you're rather safe in that regard and take care to not do the other two. Sandor Clegane doesn’t have friends, he has men he is cordial to, those he forces himself to not insult, and those who’d best stay clear in his presence. You, however, are not just his friend but a close one at that. If you are younger than him and do not keep your friendship a secret, mark these words.

You are in grave danger.

Much more than if you were a woman or a secret lover. Joffrey has never been one to share, and Sandor Clegane is the only father figure the boy knows. If you overstep it will cost you your head.

Your friendship has two likely backstories:

Option 1 | Nobility: You earned the rarity of being best friends with the Hound by showing him a greater extent of respect than any other noble. He overheard you make a distinction between him and his brother, to Sandor’s benefit and Gregor’s detriment. You continuously bet on him during tourneys, invited him to your seat, and offer to treat him to a hunt in your lands. He’ll turn down, there’s no time for such things as a sworn sword but he’ll note the gesture. He will be suspicious of you, but with time and with consistent shows of loyalty he’ll count you a friend.

Option 2 | Smallfolk: Sandor Clegane is no stranger to a winesink, there's cheap drink and as good a place to tumble dice as any. Here's where the two of you met. You were an honest player and even bought him a drink or two. He figured you'd ask something of him and when you don't, he'll be suspicious for a while.

Female Reader This is a rather boring and sad answer, but you probably wouldn’t be best friends with Sandor Clegane. It would certainly accompany being his romantic partner, but if all you wish for is friendship it's going to be a struggle that heavily depends on luck and you being the driving force. Male and female friendship isn’t sought out as much as it is a consequence of the friendship between men. Robert Baratheon is friendly with Catelyn Stark because she is the wife of Ned Stark etc. Hence you need to be either born of so high standing that Sandor would see you as impossible to be with romantically or so young that he'd not view you in any romantic light. One possibility could be if your station wouldn't allow for romance, like septas that take vows of celibacy.

A close friendship between a man and a woman is rife with scandal and gossip, and that is something Sandor Clegane avoids like the plague.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Sandor will never shyly invite you to scoot up closer instead prefers to grab you by the waist and pull you up against him. He'll embrace, trap, and snuggle with the best of them, but the man melts when you're the one to initiate. See you shuffle close and lay against his chest, snare yourself around his arm, trying to keep him in bed longer despite duties calling him elsewhere.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Sandor never bothered himself thinking so far ahead. The only plan that was fixed was killing Gregor.

Sandor never had a home. Not a proper one at least, the Clegane Keep was more a prison. Their father knew what Gregor was, but it didn't matter. He saw a knight in his eldest son. What is broiling a younger brother's face to the title of Ser? With his burn, Sandor figured settling down would never be on the table for him. Gregor didn't just show him how little he mattered to his family but robbed him of ever making one of his own. He craves it. It's why the Starks get under his skin, a family that would do anything for one another. Loyal to the end. Loving and caring... and utterly taunting him with everything he was denied.

You changed that. Settling down is expected in Westerosi culture as a part of courting, but he'll take longer than other men to bring it up.

Beginning as a guard for the Lannisters and working his way up, Sandor knows how to clean after himself and make his own food. He is still a nobleman and he'll wish to settle somewhere with thick walls and away from the everchanging conflicts of court. A keep, some servants, and enough guards to help deter others from thinking you two an easy target.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

So you fell for someone else. He should have known. It was good while it lasted, you were good, better than good and you made him a fool to think he’d have something… someone like that in his life.

He’ll know before you even have a chance to confess. The man is not blind and he knows you, took great care to. Sandor will flee to one of the winesinks in King’s Landing and drink himself blind on cheap and sour wine, and being drunk will make him no less bitter, muttering curses into his cup. No one will dare approach him and the barkeep wouldn’t dare deny him another cup. Who was it that took you away? Ser Jaime-fucking-Lannister? The Flowery Knight? Joff? Some lowly cunt of a guard that smiled so pretty it could make any maiden spent? Whoever they are, rank, title, and allegiance will not matter as the Hound staggers out of the tavern. He’ll kill the bugger. Gut him. Let’s see if you can love a corpse.

The Hound will never get that far, the walk will make the blood pump faster, and his drunkenness catch up. Sandor's bed will be one of the walls of the city and yours will never feel his warmth again.

You will not see him for a long time. If you miss him or suffer from that loss, Sandor will lap it up. He never pretended to be a man that would take heartbreak well. It was never a thing he figured he’d experience let alone what came before it. The only risk you run of getting hurt is if you fell for Gregor Clegane. Do that and you will be the only one that broke the Hound.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

First, we need to establish that in Westerosi culture dating isn't the norm. In today's practices of getting to know one another, it seems rushed to marry within the first year of dating, and it's all more common to live together before tying the knot. The only kingdom in Westeros with a remotely similar concept is Dorne. Courting existed but it would be a stretch to call it the same as our concept of dating.

Male Reader There are few places in the Seven Kingdoms that are accepting of your love. The further south, the safer it becomes but you'll never be able to marry. Dorne would be the safest place if the only concern was to be open about your relationship but seeing as he is the brother of Gregor Clegane, the man that raped and murdered Elia Martell and butchered her two children... retiring amongst the dunes of Dorne isn't really in the cards.

Marriage was seen as a contract, a union between two families to produce legitimate offspring. It is also a promise before the gods. Sandor isn't a man of faith and so he sees no need to swear before any god, Old or New, to prove his love for you. By no means does this mean that Sandor Clegane is not committed to you. Since he already excepted that he'd never produce an heir, Sandor's only concern would be if you felt the need to marry and produce an heir to continue your family line. He'll still hold to everything that is expected of a husband and he'll hold you to the same.

Female Reader Fear of rejection, of putting you in the attention of his older brother, would make him take his time. Depending on your station Sandor would be hesitant to bring it up. If you are born of the cast of smallfolk, the man will not waver in making you his lady but warn and educate you on what such a thing entails. Are you of higher standing, say born to a richer house like that of Hightower, Honeyholt, Lannisters of Lannisport, Manderly, etc., or born to any High House it will be a source of intimidation. It would not be that you are of higher rank but that marrying below yourself would come with serious consequences. In the eyes of the powerful houses, those with lineage running back thousands of years, becoming Clegane is barely better than marrying yourself to a commoner. Depending on the Lord or Lady of your house, it could put the Hound's life in jeopardy. And you might not know how it is to live poorer.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

His gentleness is subtle. Physically, he can be both dominant and submissive in his touch. He will always take care not to hurt you, but he's not one to dote.

Sandor differentiates between what he wants to be for you emotionally and what he thinks you need. In his eyes, hatred and anger make one stronger while grief and sorrow only leave one weaker and ready to be hurt again. He doesn't know how to process emotions, but how to survive them. If you're feeling depressed and/or anxious he will not lay beside you whispering comfort in your ear. Instead, his focus will be on solving whatever it is that caused it, making sure you can be in private and that your tears will not be used against you, and come morn get you out of bed. If you cannot give him a cause, a problem, an enemy he can solve or kill. He'll not dismiss you but tap on your head.

"There's plenty of enemies out here, for you to make your own in there."

The Hound will remain by your side. If something like this were to occur, the man would grow overprotective.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

The Hound's embrace swallows you up and turns your world to that of roughspun wool and makes your nose prickle with the smell of horse. Quiet. You can tell by the tenseness of his arms how the day has been, and if what he needs is someone to talk enough so he can forget or stay in that silence with him and allow the turmoil inside to still. The deep breaths tickle the nape of your neck.

It never happens when the two of you are in public. He values protecting you too much for anyone to view that display of affection as a sign of weakness. In the privacy of your chamber, you often need to swat away his hands. Sandor is rarely docile, if he isn’t shielding Joffrey he’s drinking and tumbling dice. If the two of you are together alone, he will want to devote that attention to you and see anything you occupy yourself with as a rival.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It will take time. Lots of it. He’ll know it long before it leaves his lips and felt it for even longer. At first, it will be fear that keeps it unsaid. Speaking the words would be confirming you as something good in his life and he knows what this world does to people like that. Later Sandor bides his time trying to figure a way to say it. He’s quicker with insults than praise and he wants to make it right. The first time will be an accident, a slip of the tongue. There will be a few times in your relationship when you manage to make the Hound blush, but that will be one of them. Even after, he'll not say it often. Sandor prefers hearing those sweet words from your lips.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

By Westerosi standards, he is one of the more tolerant men you could be with. It was difficult at first when he didn't know if you truly wanted him. It’s one thing that you could have sought his protection, the man is after all one of the best swordsmen alive. A trade. You stomach him and he shields you. Jealousy would light anytime a man came close to you that was better in areas he deemed he’d never be able to compete. That jealousy keeps quiet as long as he remains sober, Sandor was sure you’d think him pathetic, a starved mutt begging to have his ear scratched. Drunk? He confronts you the moment you're alone, looming over you and the wine on his breath stings your eyes. Craving to be proven wrong, Sandor will kiss you and it won't be like usual, but sloppy and rough.

Longer into the relationship, Sandor will grow more secure, and jealousy will only light if you find safety in another man. Confide your most personal thoughts with someone else and not him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The first kiss you shared was stiff and much lighter than you imagined. The scar has claimed half his mouth, burning away the lips and affecting his ability to feel yours. Sandor thought you’d kiss his unburnt side, peck the corner of his mouth. The man will grow much more eager when you prove him wrong. It's a strange and unfamiliar feeling, to be treated just as any other man. 

It always begins gently. His lips lightly against yours, teasing and cruel. You push up on your toes and oh how he enjoys that, your impatience, that silent plea for more of him. If you ask him where he prefers your lips, you'll earn yourself one of his raspy laughs. He's not picky. Just be careful, you might think you're doing him the greatest of compliments by focusing on the burnt side of his face but Sandor could take it as pity. It's a natural thing for anyone to want to be more than their scars and their trauma, and the Hound is no different. The first time you kiss his scar, he'll think you forced yourself so he will still love when you prove that fear wrong. It's a balancing act. With time, he'll open up and tell you that some parts of his face are unable to feel your touch, and other parts it is heightened.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

This is a man that is frightening to most adults, children tend to not stay near long enough for him to interact with them in any way. A daring few do and those earn the Hound’s respect. Sandor doesn’t dote. In his eyes, it's neglectful and downright cruel to stuff a child’s head with lies, empty promises, and dreams just for the world to break them. He can be harsh, cruel even, but it doesn’t come from a place of malice. There are moments of kindness. Encouraging a boy training in the yard that refuses to give up. Chuckling at a remark by Princess Myrcella. Even with his temper, there is a certain calm about Sandor Clegane that can be comforting to children. He speaks clearly and is consistent with his expectations. Small children, like Tommen Baratheon, are the only ones Sandor wouldn't show disdain toward for crying when seeing him.

When it comes to safety? Sandor Clegane dragged Arya Stark through a wartorn Riverlands with the goal of reuniting her with Robb Stark and regardless of the selfish motivations surrounding it, one should take note of his behavior. He might be rougher in his speech than he was around Sansa Stark, but it's far from as crude as he can be around other grown men. Arya Stark makes no effort to hide her hatred and urged for his death. The Brotherhood without Banners tried to hold a trial for him but until Arya brought up Mycah Lord Beric didn't have anything to kill him for that wouldn't make him look like a hypocrite. A trial then ends with Sandor getting his shield arm severely burnt! The man wouldn't have needed to go very far through the chain of events to blame Arya for his second burning. Yet he doesn't beat her. Unlike the tv-show were the Hound slaps Arya after she attempts to stab him in the gut, this never happens in the books. He only hurts her, hitting her in the back of the head with the wrong side of an ax when the girl is running towards the Twins during the Red Wedding to free her mother and brother. Something that 100% would have killed her.

Could he potentially challenge a child's worldview and disturb them? Yes... But up to him, Sandor wouldn't hurt a child.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

*Coughs in NSFW*

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

*Coughs in NSFW*

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?)

Depends on how quickly you are around when Sandor Clegane gets drunk. Without wine in his stomach, the man is hesitant to talk about his past but interests, likes/dislikes will be shared here and there. If you show interest to get to know him, he'll share more as soon as he's not suspicious that you're one of Littlefinger's or the Spider's spies.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The Hound thinks himself such. He stands there listening to highborn lords and ladies wail about the smallest of inconveniences on the regular. Goddamn saintly is his patience. Anger and hatred are one of the major reasons he gets up out of bed. Being grumpy and sulking is a neutral state for him. Outbursts, however, come sporadically. The longer he serves the Lannisters, the more discontent he becomes, the more frequent the outbursts become, and often spurred on by drink. Seeing as you are the only one he trusts and can successfully calm him, it's not unrare for you to be a trigger, someone he can vent to.

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?)

Sandor excused his first inquiries with being out of caution. You're doing some trick, bothering his mind and he needs to make it stop. Usually, the more the Hound gets to know someone, the more disdain he has for them. That didn't happen. He'll put to memory not only what you're saying, be it to him or around him, but your habits and quirks.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

There will be many major milestones in your relationship and while those stay with him. The first time you told him you loved him, telling you how he got burned, your first night together, and on and on it goes.

It was a night like many before them, and it had started to settle. No longer having a bed all to his own. He enjoys making the petty complaints come morn, you stole the covers, you had him balancing at the edge of the bed and a strong wind would have made the floor his bed. Sandor's fingers brush over your cheek making you nuzzle against his chest some more.

There will be more nights like this, more nights of you, so how could he explain why this night was his favorite memory? A mundane night?

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Being the Hound's partner means that you are privy to the best bodyguard the Seven Kingdoms have to offer. Only Areo Hotah rivals in that regard. Most of his protection mirrors that of what he offers Joffrey. He stays close to you when he can and when not, keeps a close eye on you. If separated Sandor takes care to know the fastest route to get to you.

Certain things can lead the man to be overprotective and isolate you from any perceived dangers. Pregnancy (if that is something you can become), depression, just about anything that alters your neutral state, and Sandor's urge to protect you kicks into high gear.

He doesn't expect much when it comes to physical protection and would actively discourage it. If he is fighting, he doesn't want you to jump in blind. It will be another component to keep track of in a battle and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. His expectations almost completely rest on an emotional level. That you'll not play mind games, stay faithful, and that you're caring. If he gets hurt during a battle, you'll only add to that hurt by not visiting him while he's healing.

Major Exception: Readier is a warrior The Hound would quickly gauge your level of skill and help you improve. He'll not have himself counted a craven and he knows you wouldn't either. He has your back on the battlefield as much as he expects you to have his.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

It's in the everyday life that the Hound shines. He's not a man for romantic grand gestures. You'll not be showered in trinkets and at times, his care would have you feeling like Stranger. Just as he's not for grand gestures neither is he spontaneous in his romance. You can always expect a gift on your name day, and while he doesn't have the endless riches of Lannisters your gift will show that he knows you and if it does not speak to one of your interests, it's a practical gift.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Most of the Hound's bad habits it connected to his anger.

Spiraling: Once angered, he has difficulty letting go. One slight built on by the next.

Trapping: When you argue Sandor traps you. Either by using his large stature and blocking your way or by holding you by the shoulders. If he catches even a glimpse of fear he'll retreat. His own fear, that you'll see him as the rest do, will turn to vitriol. "Took you long enough..." The pull, the need to not lose you will turn to push back. Better that he's the one to drive you away.

Drinking: It's his coping mechanism. He isn't a full-blown alcoholic like Robert Baratheon and can control his drinking when he's in a good mood.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Sandor Clegane's vanity isn't the stereotypical vanity of worrying if he's the prettiest bell at the ball. He's not the one that would ask the mirror if he's the fairest of them all.

His vanity stems from the insecurity of his scar. The unburnt side is always neatly shaved and he keeps himself cleaner than most. Even without his burn, Sandor doesn't fit the Andal beauty standards nor that of the "wilder" beauty of the North with the blood of the First Men. Good examples of this would be (Ser Jaime Lannister or Jon Snow). Sandor's face is gaunt, his nose hooked and eyes deep-set. A few features do fit in, the high sharp cheekbones and the strong jaw.

Author's Note: I find the different ways artists depict the Hound to be really interesting. At the end of the post, I've added what I see as the most faithful to the books.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He always knew losing you would hurt. If you left him, he'll take comfort in wine and whores. With time he'll return to a semblance of normal.

If you died? Sandor would try to find help in drink, but it will offer little in return. It will take years for him to accept the loss and even longer to forgive himself for not being able to keep you safe. That is if he survives it, he'll punish himself by getting into danger.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sandor secretly places items you use in high places, enjoying when you call for him to help. He takes payment, a kiss, a touch, sometimes both, and sometimes more.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Beyond what Sandor repeatedly spells out for others, the classical three of liars, frauds, and cheats. The man also hates gossip. The sort of: "I heard, that Lady Stokeworth heard Lord Stannis speaking to Lady Lysa about Lord Tyrion's fondness for burnt bacon!"

He hears pointless talk like that all day and doesn't want to hear it more than his duty forces him to.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sandor always makes sure that steel is within arm's reach before resting his head against a pillow and leaves something at the door so that if it is opened, he'll be alerted.

Thanks for reading!

Artist: David McClellan

While the armor is off, the face stays true to all descriptors given by GRRM and his age matches the one hinted at (approx 28-30). *Chef's kiss*

[ahdriking]

you tend to write more porn but I've read some of your meta on the end of S1 so I'm really curious what your take would be on an AU where Porsche refuses to take the minor family ring 🤔

FAm DON't EVen GEt Me STarTED.

This Idea, This Concept, lives in my brain, haunting my every waking moment. WHAT IF. WHAT THE FUCK IF.

WHAT IF this show had paid more close attention to the continuity of Porsche's emotional arc and had given us a more conclusive ending that actually addresses all the ways in which Porsche LEADING THE MAFIA is counterintuitive to his character. You know, the man who had a minor breakdown over 'collecting the debt', an issue that's never addressed again (even if you read his character development as being a steady decline into moral ambiguity because of his growing relationship with Kinn, Porsche's attitude towards the mafia families has always been ambiguous at best and openly hostile at worst) WHAT IF Porsche had actually acknowledged the way in which his relationship and feelings for Kinn would always be tempered and limited by Kinn's devotion and sense of obligation to his family and his father? WHAT IF Porsche refused to settle for second, refused to lay down his life and dignity for Kinn for scraps in return, refused to succumb to Korn's obvious machinations?

WHAT THE FUCK IF.

I feel like the one major thing missing from Kinnporsche, for me, was the clear lines between family and Porsche that Kinn was never truly forced to draw. Yes, he went against his father's wishes by falling for Porsche and entering into a relationship with him, but he also defended his father, stood at his side and even in front of a gun for him when it mattered the most. Kinn's loyalty to his father was tapped at, niggled at, but never truly tested, not in any definitive way from which we can draw conclusions about whose side he would fall on if it ever came to it. Kinn gets to have his cake and eat it too: his family, his father's approval, AND Porsche.

What does Porsche get, though?

He gets to be manipulated, toyed with, used and controlled. He gets to have his mother back, but only because Korn needed the trump card to secure his loyalty. He gets to have Kinn, but only because Korn can better control them both by keeping them close. He gets to have power and autonomy, but only at the whims of Kinn and Korn's say so. He gets to have Chay at his side, at the cost of his little brother having lost everything, information which he never even learns about.

Porsche gains Kinn by taking the ring, but he loses everything else. So what if he had refused it?

Would he have lost Kinn?

The most interesting headcanon worth exploring to me, in this delightful little hole of woe, is Kinn being forced to choose. Porsche, or his family. Porsche, or his father. Porsche, or the mafia. I think Kinn is fucking lucky that Porsche never had any wants or expectations from him about how far his feelings for Porsche go compared to his obligations. Porsche seems very understanding and sympathetic to the position Kinn is in, which not everyone would be. Knowing that you'll always take a back seat, that you'll never truly outweigh the value of something else, is a heavy burden to carry. And for all intents and purposes, Kinn pushes that burden on Porsche. Their relationship is fraught with examples of Kinn exercising power and authority over Porsche, but never truly having to accede any to him. Even in the end, Porsche is head of the 'second' family, empowered and equalised only by Kinn's grace.

So what if Porsche said no, and made Kinn choose?

I want to see Kinn faced with losing everything he's ever known, or losing Porsche. I want to see Kinn confront the ways in which he's corrupted Porsche, made him into a man he would have hated for the sake of love, and ask himself whether it was worth it. I want to see Kinn suffer with the fact that his selfish need to have everything is going to be the thing that destroys it.

I honestly don't know how it would go down. I struggle to imagine Kinn abandoning his family or mafia ways, considering how deeply entrenched they are to his very being. I equally struggle to see how he would ever let Porsche just walk away. If Porsche doesn't accept the ring, the only thing Kinn can do is try and mitigate the fallout from Korn's machinations being uncovered, and try to convince Porsche to give him a second chance as leader. Perhaps if Kinn can facilitate a life for them away from the depths of the mafia, somewhere were Porsche can be separate to it all, maybe they could make it work. But they'd be apart practically all the time, and even when they are together, the looming threat of danger would never give them peace (Along with the hordes of bodyguards following them around).

There's no perfect solution. There's no easy answer. Either Porsche sacrifices everything, or Kinn does.

And isn't that angsty.

[vladajwrites]

To Be Loved

Pairings; Stucky x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count; 5,300+

Also Posted to AO3

Summary; Bucky Barnes has kidnapped reader and broken her into be his perfect and obedient baby girl. Your relationship with Bucky seems to take a drastic turn when he introduces his best friend, Steve Rogers, into the relationship. Stockholm Syndrome reader, dominate Steve and Bucky, DD/LG dynamics. Filthy smut, fluff, aftercare, all of the good stuff. This fic can be read as a stand-alone or as a continuation of my fic "Bucky's Baby Girl." (which can be found linked in my master post here)

You found it hard to imagine a time not long ago when you despised and detested Bucky for taking you away from your previous life. Your university studies, your estranged family, the friends you had, the small things in life you loved. As the days began to blur together, you no longer wondered if there was anyone searching for you. Even if there were, you knew they could never find you here. Plans of escape came, faded, and never returned. It was only him. He was your new proclivity and lifeline. Who you were before he abducted you was lost to time.

You found it hard to imagine a time not long ago when you despised and detested Bucky for taking you away from your previous life. Your university studies, your estranged family, the friends you had, the small things in life you loved. As the days began to blur together, you no longer wondered if there was anyone searching for you. Even if there were, you knew they could never find you here. Plans of escape came, faded, and never returned. It was only him. He was your new proclivity and lifeline. Who you were before he abducted you was lost to time.

Over time, Bucky had become your provider, protector, and the man you loved so desperately. His love and adoration for you were clear and expressed emphatically. He loved you more than life itself; you were his baby girl, the light of his life. You would do anything to please him, to serve him.

You had no contact with the outside world. He was the only person you had interacted with for months. He had broken you in and built you to be exactly what he wanted and needed. You couldn’t help but feel that he was the one you needed all along, too. You had grown content to live your life by his side.

He hadn’t been called into work for weeks. You were enjoying every moment you spent with him. Enjoyed his praise and craved his physical affection and attention. The thought of his body against yours filled your thoughts constantly and made your head swim. You couldn’t help it, you loved being his baby.

Bucky had extra special plans for you today. His colleagues and friends had incessantly been prying into his private life, noticing his overall change in demeanor since bringing you into his life. It seemed that no one knew the truth of what had happened, knew his darkest secrets in which you were involved.

He was already a very private person, but the ones closest to him couldn’t help but notice his further withdrawal as he spent nearly all of his time away from the outside world to attend to your needs. You were a secret, his secret. He truly wouldn’t have it any other way. You were his entirely. However, you were still his captive. No one could find out the truth. Bucky knew had to take control of the rumors that were spreading before he lost control of the narrative that there was ‘someone new’ in his life stealing his attention away.

Tony Stark was holding a large charity banquet this evening and Bucky had decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to dispel any rumors and introduce you to his colleagues and friends. Of course, he planned to keep the introductions vague, only providing enough information to dispel any thoughts of wrongdoings on his end. He had full trust in you to play into the charade, knowing how desperately you believed you needed him. He wanted to test your loyalty, reward you for it afterward.

He had left the previous day and spent the entirety of his time away buying expensive evening gowns and jewelry that he couldn’t wait to surprise you with.

He woke you up early this morning with his tongue against your most sensitive spot. Sending you crashing over the edge before you had the moment to wipe the sleep away from your eyes.

The smile on his face as he pulled you up into the bed melted your heart.

“I have something for you, doll. Cover your eyes for me.” Bucky commanded, and you followed obediently. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you sat in bed, legs crossed and your eyes shut tight. Bucky spoiled you constantly and you couldn’t wait to see what he had brought you today. You listened quietly as he slid open his wardrobe and moved around the room. He sat beside you on the bed and slowly moved your hands from your face, prompting you to open your eyes.

You couldn’t hide your shocked gasps as you took in the sight of the stunning evening dresses that were laid in front of you. One was silky black with gold embellished detailing. The other was a dark blue with a plunging neckline. You looked up at Bucky with a confused expression. These were so different from the short sheer babydoll dresses and clothing he usually dressed you in.

A smile spread across his face as he took in your shocked expression.

“We’re going out tonight, doll.” He responded softly.

Going out.

Your mind became a frenzied mess. You hadn’t left Bucky’s home since your initial arrival. The thought of leaving the home you had grown to love made your head spin.

“It’s okay, baby. You’ll be by my side the entire time.” He reassured you. Your nerves dulled as he wrapped his arms around you. You remembered a time when you would have done anything to leave, but now, the thought of being around others outside of the home left you feeling apprehensive. You nodded up at him, sucking on your bottom lip.

“C’mon, daddy’s gonna get you all dressed up.” His warm, affirming guidance further eased your nerves.

You spent the evening getting ready alongside Bucky. You had decided on the black dress. You couldn’t help but stare in wonderment at yourself as you stood in front of the mirror all made up. It was all so beautiful; you felt beautiful. The dress was low cut, clung to your body in all the right places. The heels you wore made you walk on unsteady steps, but you tried your best to stay up straight.

Bucky walked out of the bedroom to meet you in the foyer. He was stunning, dressed in a well-tailored black suit. You felt the fire in your core spread slowly as you watched his eyes darken, taking in the full sight of you.

He made his way behind you, staring at you both in the mirror's reflection that hung in the hall. His hands trailed slowly up the sides of your body, his soft touch making you melt further into him. He kissed up your neck and you could do nothing to hide the soft moans that escaped from your lips.

“You look so beautiful, princess.” Bucky’s deep groan shook through his chest against you.

You craned your neck to look up at him, whispering a breathless thank you. Your nerves were eating you up inside. In a matter of minutes, you’d both be on your way to the banquet. Stepping into the real world again.

His lips met softly against yours and you matched his careful pace. You wished he’d take you then, lead you back into the bedroom and strip your clothes from you. You knew he was thinking the same thing.

The muscles in his jaw rolled as you stood on your toes, pressing your hips against his.

“I’ll take good care of you when we get home if you behave. Promise me you’ll be a good girl.” He spoke softly. His hand wrapped lightly against your throat, trapping your gaze with his.

You nodded up at him, feeling yourself clench at the way his chest rose and fell, the way it always did when he was thinking about but fucking you into dumb subservience.

“Yes daddy, I promise I will be good.” You spoke softly, eyes batting up to him. You would be on your best behavior for him tonight.

The drive to Stark tower went by quickly. You were unable to focus on the expanse of land and cityscapes you passed through on the drive, while Bucky’s right hand traveled carelessly across your inner thigh. Teasing you relentlessly until you were begging him to reach higher. He kept his control, promising that he’d give you exactly what you wanted if you were able to be a good girl for him.

By the time you were walking into the banquet, you were a complete mess. Your arousal clouded your mind, leaving you a sopping mess. Your hands clasped desperately around Bucky’s arm. He kept you impossibly close to his side. Guiding you and leading you into the tower. You kept your eyes on the floor, feeling overwhelmed by the stares and looks from others you passed. You felt so incredibly out of place. There were too many people, it was too overwhelming. You felt as though you’d break at any moment. Every time you felt as though it was too much to handle, Bucky would squeeze you tighter and whisper sweet things into your ear, easing your nerves.

You listened as Bucky said hellos, looked up and smiled as he introduced you to his colleagues and friends. Some of them gave you strange looks, while others reached out to shake your hand and gave you warm smiles.

“So this is the girl that’s been stealing all my time away from you, Buck?” A man spoke beside you.

Bucky smirked and reached out to embrace the man. “Can you blame me, Sam? Just look at her.” Bucky’s arm wrapped proudly around your waist again.

You looked up, scanning both men’s faces as they looked at you. You felt yourself sink closer into Bucky, softening under his beaming gaze.

Sam laughed again, “Can’t understand how you pulled this one, but I’m happy for you, man. Just glad to see you happy.”

You felt your face flush at his words. The two men exchanged a few more words before Bucky led you to a table towards the back of the room. It was entirely empty, and you were thankful to be slightly out of the crowd.

Bucky sat down and pulled you into his lap. He moved your hair from your shoulder and kissed softly up your neck, whispering praise for behaving so well for him against your skin. Your chest fluttered at his words.

“When can we go home, daddy?” You asked quietly. You felt his smile widen against your skin.

“Soon, baby. There’s just one more person you have to meet.” He answered. You nodded. Only one more person, and then you could go home. Let Bucky undress you, fall asleep wrapped in his arms.

He handed you a glass of champagne that he grabbed from a server that passed by. You stared at the bubbly liquid. You hadn’t had any alcohol since Bucky took you into his home.

“Drink doll, it’s okay.” He prompted you. You smiled, bringing the glass to your lips, letting the bubbling liquid fall past your lips. You had a few more glasses and felt yourself relax further and further into him. You couldn’t help but stare in awe up at the beautiful lights in the banquet hall. Your skin was alight as Bucky’s rough hands moved gently across your body. You were lost in the moment, swaying softly to the music that played quietly around you, taking notice of Bucky’s sharp breaths as you moved your hips against his lap.

You heard a chair move beside you and turned your head hazily to meet the man who took a spot next to you and Bucky. You felt your cheeks flush as you met his eyes. He was beautifully rugged, in the same way Bucky was. He looked incredibly familiar.

You felt Bucky shift underneath you and watched him as he shook the man’s hand beside you.

“Good to see you, Steve,” Bucky spoke, tilting his head to face him. Steve, it was Steve Rogers. The man that Bucky spoke constantly about. His closest friend. You felt yourself sit up a bit straighter, trying to clear your thoughts.

Steve flashed a smile, exchanging the same words with Bucky. Steve’s eyes trailed up to scan your body until they met your eyes again. You felt your breathing grow unsteady as you watched him take you in. Feeling Bucky’s grip tighten around you.

“So, this is her?” Steve asked. You looked up at Bucky, watching him nod as a smirk spread across his lips. You felt Steve reach for your hand and your eyes turned to follow his as he brought your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin. You couldn’t hide your whimper as you watched his expression darken up at you.

“It’s good to meet you finally,” Steve said to you, sitting back in his chair. You could only nod, turning back to face Bucky. You couldn’t understand what he meant by that. ‘finally meet you.’ Did he know who you were before this? You couldn’t bring yourself to ask.

You listened to the two men talk. They drank whiskey glass after glass. You sipped champagne slowly as the night continued. Soon your head was a fuzzy mess. You barely noticed the two men around you. You were lost in your own little world, reveling in the extravagant beauty of your surroundings.

Bucky’s hands traced light circles around your inner thigh again the way he had on the car ride. It became the only thing you could focus on as he touched you under the table. The words of the two men became a blur. It was only you and Bucky at that moment. His fingers traveled higher, brushing softly against the lace across your most sensitive spot. You whimpered, pushing yourself further into him.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” Bucky whispered quietly into your ear. You responded on instinct.

“Yes daddy, please.” You sighed into him. Your body felt impossibly light. You heard both men exhale sharply. The realization that Steve was sitting just beside you, close enough to have heard your pleading, sent your body stiff. Your face flushed with embarrassment as you looked up between Steve and Bucky.

You couldn’t help but shudder at the sight of both men staring at you, eyes darkening by the second.

“I think it’s time we go back to my place. What do you say, Steve?” Bucky’s breathing grew ragged against you. You try to hide your shock at Bucky’s words. No one had ever been at the home while you were there with him. Steve nodded in agreement and before you knew it, you were being led back to Bucky’s car with Steve beside you.

The ride home was impossibly more intense than the ride to the banquet. You sat in the passenger seat beside Bucky as Steve spread his legs across the backseat. The two passed a bottle of whiskey between them and your mind swam with the building tension between the three of you. Bucky’s hand ran its way across your body. Pulling your panties off and urging you to relax and open up to him. After being edged and teased all night, you were quickly turning into a complete mess. Catching glimpses of Steve watching you in the rearview mirror only added to the desperation you felt.

Bucky’s intensity and passion had seemed too overwhelming and overbearing on their own, but having both men’s full attention was quickly pushing you over the edge.

Once back at the home, Bucky lifted you up into his arms and led you inside through the door. Steve followed closely behind. Bucky sat down on the large living room sofa and pulled you into his lap. Steve found his spot on the opposite end, pulling another swig of whiskey from the nearly empty bottle.

Bucky’s hands slid up your body while you traced light kisses along his neck and jaw. Your mind was lost in the haze of the incessant stream of praise from Bucky.

“Stand up for us, doll,” Bucky commanded.

‘Us’

You looked over your shoulder at Steve as you stood timidly from the couch. Steve’s head was hung low, the flash of his blue eyes just barely visible in the dim lighting of the room. His gaze was burning through you. You suddenly felt nervous. Your hands flexed anxiously at your sides as you looked back at Bucky, waiting for his next command.

It was all so surreal. You had no idea what would come next, what Bucky’s plans for you were. But you trusted him nonetheless. You would do anything to please him.

Bucky stood slowly from the couch and wrapped his hands tightly around your shoulders, turning you to face Steve. His hands traced soft circles against your exposed back until they reached the zipper of your gown. Your breath hitched in your throat as he tugged down the zipper.

You looked back over your shoulder towards him, meeting his darkening gaze.

“You’re going to show Steve how good of a girl you are for me, princess.” Bucky breathed out behind you. You nodded your head, letting him slide the straps of your dress off our shoulders. The gown fell to the ground, leaving you bare for both men to see.

You looked back at Steve, feeling your face flush. He was devastatingly beautiful.

“Use your words,” Bucky commanded through labored breaths.

“Yes, daddy. I’ll be a good girl.” Your voice was barely audible, a clouded whimper.

Steve shifted in his seat, adjusting the noticeable bulge in his fitted slacks, muttering obscenities under his breath.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the blood rushing in your ears. A sudden wave of confidence spread through you with both men’s full attention.

Bucky sat back on the couch across from Steve.

“On your knees, baby,” Bucky said behind you. You fell to your knees in an instant, looking over your shoulder back at him. You watched as he pulled the tie from his neck and undid the buckle of his belt. He slowly popped the buttons of his shirt, exposing his toned chest. You feel yourself clench desperately at the sight of him like this.

“Crawl to me,” Bucky commanded. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. You immediately followed his orders, dropping onto your hands and crawling slowly towards him. Your backside now bare and in full view to Steve. Your movements were torturously slow, arching your back further with each movement forward. Playing the game just as Bucky loved.

You settled yourself between his spread thighs. He wrapped his rough fingers around your throat and pulled you into a desperate kiss. He tasted like whiskey, the warmth of his breath spreading across your lips. You were already losing yourself in his touch.

He whispered in your hair, “you’re gonna be a good slut and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

You nodded, a wickedly innocent smile spreading across your lips, “yes, daddy.”

You settled your hands on his thighs. He pulled his slacks down, letting his cock fall up to his stomach. Your eyes drank in the sight of him. You needed to be closer. Needed to please him, be his good girl. You immediately reached for his cock, lightly rubbing his precum down the length of him.

He was already throbbing under your touch. You could feel your own arousal slick and dripping down your inner thighs. You moved your hand up and down him, bringing your lips softly to the head of his cock. You let your spit gather on your tongue before taking him in your mouth. He wrapped his hands tightly around your hair and snapped his hips up into your throat, a loud groan escaping from his chest. You gagged, sputtering around him.

His rhythm was quick and consuming. You tried your hardest to relax your throat as much as you could, desperate to take more of him. He slid down the tightest part of your throat. The tears welled in your eyes as he pushed your lips to reach the base of his thick cock.

“Fuck...” He moaned out. You looked up as he threw his head back and you smiled around his cock, pride, and devotion spreading through you. As he moved your head up and down at a maddening pace, you heard another buckle loosen and zipper slide. Your cheeks warmed as you thought of Steve watching behind you. Bucky lifted your head and turned it toward Steve. The heat inside of you spread as you watched Steve rubbing his hardening cock over his boxers.

“Look at what you do to us. You’re so fucking beautiful, doll.” Bucky’s praise made you clench hopelessly. The sudden need to please both of the men is all that filled your thoughts. You couldn’t help but watch Steve, drunk with his own lust. It was overwhelming, overpowering. So many thoughts seemed to race through your mind. Questions, curiosity, wonderment. All pushed to the side with the sudden certainty and clarity of the importance of this all.

“I told you she was even more perfect in person,” Bucky spoke over you to Steve, a smirk sliding up the corners of his perfect lips. His eyes glinted with newfound pride and adornment. Bucky’s words bounced around your mind. He had told Steve about you? Your confusion was clouded with the blinding lust building inside of you.

You couldn’t begin to explain it if you tried. But at this moment, everything felt complete. With both men here, it felt as though a gap you had been oblivious to before was now filled.

Bucky promptly brought your mouth back to his cock. Your lips parted, gagging on the full length of him, pushing harshly against the back of your throat. Your saliva and tears slid down your face and neck. Both men spoke in ragged and mumbled praise and compliments. You were a sopping and shaking mess.

“You should see how fucking perfect she looks with my cock buried in her stomach,” Bucky spoke to Steve. You heard Steve groan behind you. Your heart pounded at Bucky’s words. Bucky promptly stood, pulling you up with him. He turned you so that you were now facing Steve. You locked eyes with him, unable to look away.

Bucky gently adjusted you onto all fours on the couch. He pushed your shoulders down, keeping your back arched downwards and your hips up towards him.

Bucky found his place behind you and you couldn’t help but whimper with anticipation as he brushed his cock through your slick folds, teasing against your clit.

He stepped back, adjusting his position. He kept one leg on the floor beside you, his other knee rested on the couch beside you. His hands grabbed your hips tightly. He lowered his head, and he began planting sloppy kisses against your clit, slowly swiping his tongue around your cunt.

Your moans spilled desperately out of you. You were on fire, burning up from within, pressure building by the second. You watched Steve pull his cock from his boxers, pushing them down his thighs. The sight of him fully exposed made your mouth water. You felt yourself throb at the intensity and pleasure that was quickly consuming you.

You were drawing closer to the edge.

“Daddy... I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, daddy.” You begged, tears sliding down your face. You could feel Bucky’s smile widen against you.

He pulled away, and you whined at the sudden loss of contact.

“Not yet, princess. I’ll tell you when you can cum.” Bucky replied. He spit on your cunt, raising his hand before slapping it down to leave a stinging smack across your ass. You cried out, feeling your entire body tremble at the impact.

Bucky pushed your stomach further into the sofa, wrapping his other hand tightly around your hair. He pulled your head up to face Steve. Your whole body flushed as you watched Steve stroke his large cock at the sight of you being used and defiled like this. You should feel ashamed, disgraced, but the men’s combined praise and encouragement worked to make you melt completely into the moment.

You felt as Bucky lined himself behind you and you held your breath as he started slowly pushing into your drenched cunt.

You couldn’t stop the cries and whimpers that spilled from your lips as Bucky slid deeper inside of you. Quickly bottoming out, giving you just a few moments to adjust around him before hastily picking up his pace. Both men’s loud moans filled the room, drowning out the sound of your own pleasured cries. You watched through glazed eyes as Steve’s pace became wild and uneven as he worked his own cock. The sight of it combined with Bucky’s relentless pace nearly sent you crashing over the edge.

Bucky fell back onto the couch, pulling you to straddle him. Your back was arched against his chest, your chest and face now fully facing Steve on the opposite end of the sofa. You wished he were closer.

The new positions only pushed Bucky deeper inside of you. He held your wrists down at your sides as he drove upward, fucking relentlessly against your spasming walls.

You were a babbling, incoherent mess. Bucky’s hand wrapped around your waist, his fingers drawing quick circles against your clit. His other hand wrapped against your throat, holding your face in place to meet Steve’s wild gaze.

The pressure inside of you was quickly consuming you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your toes curled underneath you.

“Please can I cum, Daddy? I need to cum, please, please.” You plead through broken sobs.

Bucky instantly stilled his movements, moving his fingers away from your clit. You whined, trying to roll your hips, but he only held you tighter, restricting your movements. You tried your hardest to hold it all together.

“Not yet, doll. Be a good girl, you have to be patient.” Bucky commanded through gritted teeth. His chest rose and fell sharply behind you. You nodded your head. Your vision spun as you struggled to gain control of your breathing against his tightening grasp around your throat.

Your eyes were glazed over, trying your hardest to focus on Steve. His large hand still wrapped tightly around his cock at the sight of you completely coming undone.

“How close are you, Steve?” Bucky asked roughly behind you, rocking his hips slightly up, drawing breathless moans from your lips.

“So fucking close, Buck,” Steve answered. The muscles in his jaw rolled as his breathing grew increasingly labored.

Bucky let out a low laugh. The vibrations coursed through you.

“C’mere,” Bucky motioned for his friend to stand. “You’re going to show Steve how well you can use those pretty lips,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

Your eyes widened at his words. Your thoughts raced at the idea of having both men inside of you. It was an idea that was incomprehensible to you before, but it now was the only thing in the world you craved. Serving both of them together.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched Steve move from his position on the sofa. He walked slowly towards you, carefully unbuttoning his shirt, pulling his tie from around his neck. The anticipation flooded your nerves.

You would do absolutely anything for these two men at this moment.

Steve stood in front of you, his hard cock just in front of your face. You instinctually reached up to take him in your hands. The sound of both men’s moans vibrated through you. You looked up at Steve, moving your hands slowly, just how Bucky had taught you to do. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Steve’s hands carefully wrapped around your hair, pulling your lips to the head of his cock.

“So fucking beautiful,” Steve muttered out as your lips wrapped around him. Bucky grasped your hips tightly and began rocking back up into you. His hand around your neck slid down to rub circles into your clit.

“Go on, doll, Steve’ll play nice with you.” Bucky’s words of encouragement urged your mouth to slide further down Steve’s throbbing cock.

Steve pushed your head slowly towards him until he reached the back of your throat. His hips moved in an uneven and ragged pace as his breathing and moans increased in intensity.

Bucky’s grip on you tightened as his movements became harsh and sloppy underneath you.

You were seeing stars, moaning and gagging around Steve as Bucky worked himself inside of you.

You could tell both men were close as well, feeling them twitch and throb inside of you. You pulled back, gasping for air.

“Please, please, can I cum? I can’t... Please...” You begged through broken breaths. You were melting into both men. Desperate for them to grant you release.

“Cum baby,” Steve commanded above you, pushing himself past your lips again.

“Fuck, cum for us, doll,” Bucky replied, biting gently into your shoulder.

Their words were enough to send you crashing over the edge. You felt your body convulse and shudder around them. Your checks hallowed harshly around Steve’s cock as you clenched around Bucky’s cock buried deep inside of you. You felt yourself gush down your legs, spilling over Bucky’s thighs.

Your ears rang as your vision grew spotted and black. The sound of your cries and the two men’s praise were lost in the ecstatic pleasure of your release.

Within moments you felt Steve’s cock stutter and pulse inside of you, felt his warm cum paint the back of your throat. His load was overwhelmingly large and left you choking for air as you swallowed it down. Steve dropped to his knees in front of you, catching you in his arms as you fell forward towards him, unable to support your own weight in your current state. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you as Bucky continued to fuck you through your own high.

Bucky’s movements grew increasingly wild as he fell apart as well.  

“Daddy’s gonna cum in your perfect little cunt, princess.” Bucky moaned out behind you.

Seconds later, you felt Bucky twitch and throb inside of you, felt his cum paint the inside of your walls.

The three of you stayed there for a moment longer, trying to steady your racing hearts. Steve pushed himself up off the ground and fell into the sofa beside you.

Bucky carefully lifted you off of him and laid back further on the sofa. Steve pulled your head to rest in his lap as Bucky draped your shaking legs against his thighs. Your mind was a mess of emotions. Comfort and pleasure and peace.

Bucky bent one of your legs up against his chest as Steve ran his fingers gently through your hair. You reveled in the serene moment of perfect silence.

Bucky’s fingers brushed through your abused folds, and you whined at the overstimulation. He slipped a single finger inside of you, pushing his cum deeper inside of you. Your back arched up against the two men as Bucky worked carefully and slowly inside of you. You shuddered around him, crying out at the pressure.

“Mm, too sensitive, daddy.” You whined.

Bucky smirked, letting out a low laugh. He pulled his finger out of you and brought it up to your lips. You opened for him, letting him slide his finger across your tongue. You sighed into the taste of him. A smile spreading across your lips.

You looked up at the men above you. Feeling your heart swell at the sight of them both. Adoration and admiration played plainly across their faces.

You could only vaguely feel Bucky lift you in his arms, carry you into his bedroom, clean you up and settle you in the bed, your mind still clouded with ecstatic exhaustion. Both Steve and Bucky crawled into bed with you. The bed shifted with the weight of them finding their place beside you. Bucky laid on his side, pulling you tightly against his chest. Steve laid on his back, rubbing lazy circles through your hair and over the expanse of your arms. His calloused fingers moved carefully across your sensitive skin. Nothing had ever felt so entirely right, complete, than it had at this moment. Your heart was full, beating softly in your chest.

“Did I do a good job, daddy?” You asked, nuzzling closer into Bucky’s chest. Your eyes flutter closed, heavy with sleep. You were entirely spent. Perfectly used. The ache in your body slowly numbed as both men worked to comfort you.

“So good, doll, you did such a good job for us,” Bucky mumbled against your hair.

You looked up at Steve, desperate to hear praise from them both.

Steve looked down at you and gave you a wide smile before leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“You were perfect, angel.” His voice was ragged and gruff with content exhaustion.

Your smile widened. You melted into them both, drifting off into a perfect sleep.

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honey, there is no right way* 🪐✨

when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

no sweeter innocence* ✨

when you ask Bucky to help you with your research, you don’t expect things to escalate so quickly.

I'm a fiend and you're all I need* ✨

Bucky is the sweetest husband ever. But you are greedy — you want more.

took one hit and I was gone* ✨

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

teach me how to love* ✨

your professor isn’t as sweet as you thought.

call me when you want* 🪐✨

when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

to love is to burn* ✨

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

little red riding hood*

Your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

won’t ask for much this christmas*

You get stuck in Christmas lights and Bucky fucks you.

stuck inside my head*

You’re hesitant to accept gifts from your dangerous husband, Bucky.

sweet dreams 🪐

Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you've caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?

the living heart*

Bucky and you have loved each other for as long as you can remember, but being who you are, your love story is impossible.

wicked ones*

All your life, you thought yourself to be cursed. But the truth was simple; you had a really possessive demon as your guardian...

circles ✨

After miraculously staying youthful for nearly seven decades, you thought you had buried your past well. But what will you do when the same past comes right out of its grave?

the best day

doctor!reader has no clue that Bucky is a secret agent and she soon finds out. 

the lip plumper

Bucky gets the scare of his life 

breathe 🪐

Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

the sun and the shadow

You’re Bucky’s sun and he’s your shadow. But can you forgive him for the things he’s done?

i wanna be your slave*

You and Bucky are sworn enemies, right? Right?

if I ever cross your mind

Old feelings are rekindled when you and Bucky get locked in an abandoned warehouse.

silver and gold*

You do not know how to feel when you realise your husband, King Steven of the house Rogers, is in love with his best friend, King James of the house Barnes.

break into your heart

Your neighbour is not who he seems to be.

The princess and the pirate*

Love and loyalty is tested after Bucky realises you aren’t who you pretend to be.

addicted to you* ✨

you find Bucky to be irresistible after you both get affected by sex pollen.

punishment, for all my sins*

Bucky decides to show you who you belong to.

reignite*

You, Eddie, Steve, Bucky and Venom have an orgy.

knot headed*

Bucky is excited to have you alone, but little does he know that he’s the one going to get a surprise.

cupid’s game*

you think Bucky is the farthest from the Prince Charming you had envisioned. but oh, how wrong you are.

crave* ✨

you finally get a taste of the forbidden fruit.

you first

your alpha is worried for you.

the secret reveal

you, the princess of Asgard, are Bucky’s secret wife.

crescent*

you cannot resist your mysterious, grumpy and sexy bodyguard, Bucky Barnes.

not afraid anymore*

your seduction attempts finally get noticed.

none like you* 🪐✨

Bucky Barnes has it all — money, success, looks, fame, women. But when he falls in love with the only woman who doesn’t love him, he starts wondering if he really has it all.

little things

five incidents where you and Bucky fall more in love with each other.

nothing holding me back*

Bucky wasn’t expecting you to be laid out in his closet, much less in a nest made out of his clothes.

make you mine* ✨

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when you sees you with another alpha.

in the low lamp light I was free*

you are perfect for Bucky, and now it’s his time to show you how he is the man you need in your life.

need*

Bucky gets horny while watching a movie.

just one more

Bucky needs just one more kiss

sit on me*

Bucky makes sure you get past your reluctance.

I'll be yours for a thousand lives*

when you get kidnapped, you realise your husband isn’t the good man you thought he was.

you love when I fall apart*

Your employers give you an unexpected offer when you’re caught doing something you shouldn’t.

dancing with the devil*

things take an unexpected turn when Bucky finds out your little secret.

no other place I’d rather be*

you blindly accept when a stranger offers you hefty sum of cash to drive him from Germany to Romania. what you don’t expect is for him to be this excruciatingly handsome.

take the old me and make me new* ✨

bucky loves ruining you.

one right now*

things take a turn with Bucky accompanies you for shopping.

in your arms i'm born again*

you want to find out exactly how many times is too many times for the super soldier.

got your chemicals all in my veins*

Bucky has a wicked idea to curb your loneliness when he’s out on missions — making a sex tape.

I hate you, I love you*

Bucky hates you,.. but does he?

hopelessly devoted to you* ✨

bucky loves playing games with you, and like the innocent doe you are, you always get trapped.

you're a drug that's killing me*

your happy night leads to a not so happy morning.

the farewell*

you bid Bucky a farewell.

bucky barnes as your boyfriend

fluffy headcanon

anytime, anywhere* ✨

Bucky is flattered when he finds fanfiction, but he isn’t even aware of what half of the words mean.

desire*

right from his electric blue eyes to his graying beard, everything about Bucky made you want him more.

cotton candy* ✨

you just had a very bad day and Bucky reassures you in the best way possible.

a clandestine affair*

bucky can’t hold himself back when you look that gorgeous at Tony’s house warming party

getting high on love*

it’s a wild ride when you meet your crush.

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[m-jelly]

Can you do a Levi x vampire reader where Levi acts all tough and intimidating but is a totally subby simp for the reader both in and out of the bedroom and no one knows that the reader holds the reigns in the relationship except the other vets and every time she drinks his blood he turns into a completely sub mess. Maybe some sexy time?

@kenkopanda-art <3

Dedication and loyalty

Pairing: Levi x Vamp!Fem!Levi

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, established couple, alternative AU, vampire, mentions of blood, suggestive themes.

Concept: Levi is protective and puts his foot down with others when you're out and about enjoying your day, but when you get home after a long day Levi seeks your attention, love and approval.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, blood-drinking and suggestive themes.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @youre-ackermine @strawberrybunny123 @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6

Levi inspected the bottles of blood in front of the light. He slammed it down and growled. "Tch, this is disgusting! This stuff has clearly been mixed badly. I won't let my girlfriend touch this stuff!"

The worker looked nervous. "I can assure you this blood we made is fine! It's the best mix of fake blood we've made."

"My girl has nothing but the best."

Another worker smirked before whispering. "Fang banger whore."

Levi glared at them. "Wanna say that to my face? I could rip your dick off and shove it down your throat seeing as you love sucking yourself off so much. Dumb fuck." He turned to the worker. "If you think this blood is okay, then you drink it."

The worker shook on the spot. "Okay, okay, I'll confess! It's been making vampires sick. The mixing is bad!"

Levi tapped on his phone. "Fucking knew it." He called up Erwin. "Erwin, I need a team at my location. There's illegal material being mixed into fake blood for vampires. Tch, thanks." He ended the call and sighed. "Ridiculous."

You smiled softly as Levi ordered people around when they arrived and investigated. He finished up and led you outside as he talked to Erwin. He put up an umbrella and held it above you as he got very passionate.

You could go out into the sun due to the type of vampire you were, but it did make you a bit weak so having shade was nice. You were born a vampire, therefore you were considered more powerful than those who have been turned.

You smiled more at Levi as he guided you along to the car. You sat down and let him drive you to the next spot. You followed him inside as he inspected the fake blood. He used his testing kits and then nodded in approaval.

Levi was the best thing in your life. You used to be so alone, but when you were buying fake blood one day you met Levi. Levi is an inspector and officer of the law. Levi would ensure order was in place. He part of the vampire unit, in which he would protect humans and vampires. He would ensure the selling of fake blood was not tampered with and that there were no vampire blood farms, which were vampers being bled for their healing blood. He was loved by both sides.

You'd both fallen hopelessly in love with each other. You were always around each other and the man made you laugh so much. He knew all the ways to make blood into something you could eat or drink. Levi made you the best blood tea that you adored so much. He was your world and you loved him so much. You were hoping one day you could turn him and spend eternity with him.

Levi bought a few cases of fake blood. "I'll take these to the car."

You picked up the stack of boxes. "I've got this."

Levi admired your vampiric strength. "Okay."

You walked to the car and put everything in the boot. "Do you have anything else to do today?"

Levi tapped on his phone and sighed. "No. You need to get home though. Your vitals are flagging up on my app. We need to get you blood."

You lightly touched the bracelet on your arm. You liked that you could wear it so you could keep an eye on your health. The app would also tell you or Levi if you'd had toxic blood so you could fix it as soon as possible.

You nodded and looked back at Levi. "Home then."

Levi drove you both home as he kept glancing over at you. "You feeling okay?"

You hummed. "Just a little tired."

He reached over and placed his hand on his thigh. "I'll fix it."

You placed your hand on Levi's and squeezed. "I know you will. You're a good boy."

Levi's hair stood up on end as he felt a rush of pleasure. "G-good boy...yes, that's me."

You hummed a little laugh. "I'm thirsty. I'm gonna get a drink."

"Wait." He pulled up to the parking spot. "Wait until we get into our apartment."

You grabbed all the boxes and smiled. "Sure. Let's head up." You stood in the lift and rode it to the penthouse. You walked out and placed the boxes down in the kitchen. You pulled your phone out and hummed. "Looks like my zone of vampires is behaving." You released a long sigh. "Damn, they always pester me for something. Sorry Levi, give me a moment."

Levi watched you talk on the phone and give orders to people and approve of other things. He perked up when you were finished. "Are you done?"

You nodded. "All done for the day."

Levi whined and moved closer to you. "Was I a good boy today?"

You reached over and caressed his cheek. "You were a very good boy." You held his chin and smiled showing your fangs. "You always are."

"I just want you to be happy. You're so perfect and wonderful." He placed his hands on your hips. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

You kissed the end of his nose. "Well, I am a little thirsty. I'm going to get a drink."

Levi hugged you tightly. "No. No, you only drink from me."

You played with his hair as you hummed a laugh. "Well then, does my handsome man want me to drink from him?"

Levi pulled back from you with a sparkle in his eyes. "Yes, yes please."

You kissed him before releasing him and walking to the sofa. "Come with me."

He hurried after you and stopped by the sofa. "How do you want me?"

"Just take a seat. I'll be with you in a bit."

Levi sat down and whined. "My love."

You walked over and straddled him. "Hush, I'm here."

He pouted a little. "Don't leave me, my sweet."

"I never will." You slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "You're such a good boy for me and so sweet. I could never leave you." You crashed your lips against his and hummed in happiness. "I love you."

"I love you too."

You leaned closer and dragged your lips across his sensitive skin. You hummed a laugh as Levi moaned. You opened your mouth a little and let your fangs scrape over Levi's skin. You smirked as he flinched and whined at you. You flicked his skin with your tongue and pulled back to look at Levi.

Levi panted with a blush on his cheeks. "Please. Please drink from me."

You held his neck lightly before turning his head to the side. "Of course." You kissed his skin before sucking on it and playfully nipping. "So soft." You inhaled his scent and purred. "You smell so delicious."

Levi moaned your name. "Please."

You shifted on his lip and smiled when you felt Levi getting hard. "Forgive my teasing, but it does make you so delicious for me."

"Mm."

You opened your mouth and sank your teeth into Levi's skin. You felt the pop of his skin giving way to your fangs. You hummed as his divine nectar flooded into your mouth. Your gulped and licked at his wound as you were fed his delicious blood.

You pulled back and panted. "Yummy."

Levi panted and whimpered at you. "S-So good. M-More. T-Take m-more."

You smiled and kissed him. "I will, my love." You dragged your tongue up his skin to gather the leaking blood. "Mm." You sucked on the wound and felt a fire burn inside you. You pulled back and gasped. "Time to heal, my love."

Levi gazed at you and whined. "Y-Yes."

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip. "Be a good boy and open your mouth for me." You smiled as Levi did as you asked. "Good boy."

You cut your tongue on your fang releasing your blood. You leaned closer and pushed your tongue into Levi's mouth and kissed him as he drank your blood. You rolled your hips against him and grinded against the bulge in his trousers. You smiled against Levi's lips when he gripped you hard and moaned in response.

You pulled back and lightly kissed him. "Do you want to drink something else?"

Levi's eyes lit up in delight. He flicked his gaze down to your crotch, then back up to your face. "I-I can eat you out?"

You pushed your thumb into his mouth and hummed. "Would you like that?"

He sucked your thumb and nodded. "Mm, yes."

"Then you may eat."

[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors 

Chap. 3: What’s Important 

Book: The Royal Romance Finale AU 

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and of friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.” 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’ 

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas (past, Olivia Nevrakis x Amalas)           Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh 

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Delaney Leigh, Interpol Director Ryerson, Criminal Intelligence Officer Cossoy 

Rating: M *Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing 

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

Words: 2197, Read: 10 minutes 

Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 3: What's Important

Chapter Summary: Don’t ever forget what’s most important. The ones we love. 

Music Inspiration: Who We Love by Sam Smith, Ed Sheeren 

A/N: My submission for Week #18 Prompts, Prompt #3- “Why are you like this?”> “It’s part of my charm.” @choicesflashfics @choicesficwriterscreations 

A/N2: Not beta'd, please excuse all errors.

Previous Chapter: I Will Fight for You, Masterlist 

*** 

Royal Chambers 

Liam's Thoughts/POV 

Thinking back to yesterday... 

The traitor was found, named, and arrested. Bastien... 

Interpol Director Ryerson and his team uncovered an elaborate web of deception that was set in motion by my father, all those years ago. 

Bastien was complicit at every turn; with insider information. With access to everything. To anyone. 

Once my father was gone, who did he answer to? 

It was supposed to be me, his monarch. But it wasn’t. 

Finally, getting sloppy, he was caught orchestrating the jailbreak of a prisoner by the royal guard’s second in command, Bastien’s top lieutenant. Who, to his credit, in turn disclosed his concerns to his friend Drake. Drake, loyal to the crown, revealed the breach to the Royal Council. 

Bastien has been charged with treason; now named a criminal being held in confinement in a jail cell in France.  

A criminal, that past Kings would have executed by their own hand for the crime committed, treason. 

It didn’t stop there. 

After the realization of the betrayal, by a man sworn to protect him, and his family, there was the added bonus of the discovery of a possible sister. 

Tossing and turning, sleep evaded his night.  

As Liam stared into darkness his mind kept replaying the events of the day over and over again. The memories of Director Ryerson’s words, “Her name is Lena Eleanor Rys,” and “apprehended by the Royal Guard, that was later released by Bastien Lykel”, on repeat. 

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. 

Fuck!!! 

His mind would not let his body sleep. 

He looked down at his wife, his queen, curled into his side, peacefully asleep. 

A woman that took the revelations in stride. Sure, she was livid about Bastien’s treachery...but, she wasn’t surprised.  

Riley knew, all too well, that Bastien followed the command of his monarch, without question.  

So instead of getting emotional, she turned her anger into resolve; determined to find answers. 

She is my inspiration. My partner in everything. 

Kissing the top of her head, he carefully moved her arm as he sat up. 

Liam left his chambers with plans of going down to the gym to work out and de-stress. Moving down the hall, he passed by Ellie’s chamber. Peering through the small opening of her door, he saw Chance sleeping at the foot of her bed. Her guard, stationed outside her door, bowed to Liam as he continued down the hall. 

*** 

Across from the Royal east wing, Leo sat on his terrace in the west wing of the palace, long into the night, also unable to sleep. He’d spent most of it watching the stars and thinking about what he and his brother had learned from the Interpol director. 

...and thought about how much he wanted to personally punish Bastien for his duplicity and deception.  

It was strange to think that they had a possible sister. It felt like some kind of twisted fairy tale. One thing was for sure...his father was a selfish and cruel man. How could he do something like this? Why did he knowingly want to hurt Liam with deception?  

What did his father do to make life so miserable for his own mother to leave him behind? Sure, the court members were vipers. But his father had all the power to protect and shield her. 

He thought back to when he first met Queen Eleanor, his stepmother. 

She was so sweet and kind. She was always smiling and happy even though she was married to my bastard father. She genuinely made me feel wanted and part of the family. True to form, Constantine didn’t protect Liam’s mother either.

lost my mother and my stepmother. 

Leo raised his glass, finishing the last of the scotch, when his laptop chimed signaling an incoming video chat.   

“Hey baby!” Leo said as soon as the video came up. 

“Hello there handsome,” Queen Amalas smiled at him. 

Leo returned the smile, “I have missed you.” 

Amalas sighed, “I have missed you too. When are you coming home to me?” 

“Soon. I need to be here a while longer. Once my brother has everything in place with the new head of the Royal guard, I will join in the search for our half-sister in Monterisso.” 

“...and then, you are all mine. No more distractions will separate us?” 

Amalas somberly asked. 

"Why are you like this?", Leo asked pointedly. “I am not used to you being so ‘clingy’.” 

Amalas looked into the camera and sighed. “I don’t know. After everything I have gone through with Olivia, I don’t want to be a secret, or an afterthought anymore.”  

“Baby, I promise you that you are in my thoughts constantly. I would give anything to be with you right now in person.” Leo smiled genuinely. 

“I miss you terribly,” Amalas confessed. “How do you always know the right things to say?” 

“It’s part of my charm.” Leo winks and suggestively says, “get lots of rest baby, because when I get to your palace, I will wear you out in the best way possible.” 

*** 

It was 5:30 am, when Liam returned to his chambers after completing an intense workout. Moving into the bathroom, he stripped out of his shorts and turned on the shower. 

Standing underneath the shower stream of hot water, Liam felt his body begin to relax as a sense of relief washed over him. His eyes closed and he let out a sigh, feeling like all the tension had now been released from his muscles.  

Not hearing Riley enter the shower behind him, he was pleasantly surprised to feel a pair of hands move over his back, massaging in slow soothing strokes. She moved her hands down to his ass squeezing and kneading with firm pressure before moving around to his front brushing against his hardening shaft. 

Liam groaned, “Riley, love...this water is too hot for you and the babieser.” He gently grasped her hands and turned to face her, blocking the flow of water. 

Riley reached up to stroke his cheek, resting her head on his chest. 

“I love you Liam, so much.” She felt him smile against her palm and then his kiss pressed her palm. 

“...and I love you,” he whispered in her ear. 

“We need to get out of this steam.” Liam gently turned Riley around to leave the shower. Taking his hand, she led him into the bedroom. 

“You know,” she said as they walked, “I don’t think we have time for a morning sex session.” 

“No?” he feigned surprise. “Are you sure about that?” Liam teased. 

Riley smirked, shaking her head as she pulled him down to sit on the edge of the bed. Stepping between his legs, Riley knelt down in front of him. Looking up at him through her lashes, "this Is a little something to tide you over till after the meeting, Your Majesty.” 

Liam quirked his brow, “oh, really?” 

“Yes, I want you all to myself this evening so that we can really enjoy each other when everyone is gone, uninterrupted,” she purred. 

*** 

King’s Study, Royal Council 

Drake was the second member to arrive at the Royal council meeting. He walked in with a smile and took his seat next to Hana at the boardroom table. He noticed that she seemed to be nervous and was curious to find out why. 

“Good morning, Hana. It’s great to see you here.” 

“Hello Drake, thank you.  Can I ask you something?”  

“Sure, what’s up?”  

“Is Neville a part of this council?” 

Drake grinned, “Do you really think that Riley would give him any voice and make him a member? Why do you ask?” 

Before she could answer, Director Ryerson and Officer Cossoy entered followed by Leo and Rashad. As the remaining council members took their seats, Hana whispered, “Neville found out that I am back in Cordonia, and wants to meet with me.” 

“Oh, what a desperate motherfu...,” Drake chuckled. “Give me the word and I’ll kick his ass for you.” 

Hana grinned, “thank you. I hope it doesn’t come to that.” 

Riley entered next, followed by Liam, each taking their seats at the head of the long table. 

As the royal guard closed the doors, The Interpol officers began the meeting to present the status of the investigations, and to answer any questions. 

After the long 3 hour presentation ended, Liam stood to formally thank the Interpol officers for the update and asked the council members to remain. 

Liam continued, “we need to plan a trip to Monterisso.” 

*** 

Sitting at the dining table, Ellie waited patiently for her nanny to spread butter on her brioche roll. The wait staff bowed to Riley as she entered the room. “Mmmm...something smells so good,” Riley said as she took her place alongside her daughter, unfolding a cloth napkin on her lap. 

“I do not know what it is, but I would like some please,” Ellie asked excitedly. 

“Daddy will be here soon, sweetheart.” Riley said with a smile and kissed her little girl’s forehead. “Tell me about your day, what were your lessons about?”  

Before she could answer, she heard Liam greet the chef in the hall. 

“Daddy! Ellie exclaims. 

“Well, hello, my princess.” Liam bent down to kiss her cheek. 

“I learned about spelling words, and we read stories today.” 

Liam kissed Riley on the lips next and moved to his chair, 

“Ewww, Daddy!” Liam let out a deep laugh. 

“When you are married one day, you will like kisses.” Riley laughed at Liam’s expression to that comment. 

“That won’t happen for a long, long time, princess.” Liam shot Riley a look, and she chuckled. 

Under the table, Riley ran her foot up Liam’s leg. He sat back smiling at his wife.  

“You are in so much trouble Ri...just wait till later." His voice barely a whisper.  

“Ellie, what would you say to going on a trip to visit Micaela?” Riley asked, changing the subject.  

“Oh yes, mommy!” Ellie happily clapped her hands.  

*** 

Riley sat at her dressing table, brushing her long chestnut hair. Anticipating Liam to join her soon, she felt her heartbeat quicken when she heard his voice speaking to the guard posted outside their chambers. 

She rose from her stool, to check her reflection one more time and walked out onto the balcony. The night air was crisp, and she shivered as a cool breeze blew her hair. She leaned against the railing overlooking the garden below. 

“There you are.... You are so beautiful.” He pulled her into his arms for a kiss that left her breathless. Liam pressed himself closer against her body, feeling her curves beneath the thin silk of her chemise. He could feel his desire rising as he looked down at her, admiring the softness of her skin and the peaks of her nipples under the silk. He moved her straps down her shoulders, and lowered his head slowly and took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking on it gently. Riley moaned softly as his warm tongue brushed over her sensitive nipple.  

“Oh God!” she cried out in surprise when she felt him slip his hand between her legs and yank her chemise down between her legs. Riley gripped Liam’s biceps as he slid his fingers along her wet pussy lips. He slipped two fingers into her and began to pump them in and out. Riley whimpered in pleasure, grinding her hips against his hand as she succumbed to her orgasm. 

Liam was now rock hard and throbbing as he spun Riley around to take her from behind. It didn’t take long for Liam to find his release. 

Climbing into bed, both sated, they fell into a deep, restful slumber wrapped together. 

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