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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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The Best Fun Is After Girl’s Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Summary: You come home from girl’s night with your friends and you and your husband decide to have some fun of your own.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, brief mention of alcohol, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, tit fucking, male receiving, unprotected sex, soft sex, praise kink, vibranium arm kink, Bucky’s dog tags, aftercare, pet names

A/N: @katherineswritingsblog and I were talking about this and she persuaded me to write it🥰 also she provided the gif for this🩷

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Bucky sighs as he walks in the house. He took his jacket off as he walked in the kitchen, tossing it on the counter. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured himself some whiskey before going to the living room to relax. He turned the TV on and took a sip of his drink. He took his phone out of his pocket when he felt it vibrate. He smiles widely when he sees a text from you.

Doll🩷: On my way home🩵

Bucky smiles and took another sip of his drink. You went out for girl’s night with your friends, but he just wants you to come home. He tried his best to wait patiently for you to come home. After a while, you came home. You heard the sound of the TV in the living room and made your way to your husband. You approached the back of the couch and rubbed your hands against Bucky’s strong chest.

“Hi, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

“Hi, babydoll.” Bucky whispers back, his voice sounding husky.

You walked around to the front of the couch. Bucky licked his lips and bit his bottom lip when he seen your outfit. He reached out for your hand, pulling you onto his lap. He got a an eyeful of your breasts in your dress. His hands slid up your sides, stopping underneath your breasts, rubbing his thumbs against the underside of your breasts. He got an interesting idea the more he stared at your breast.

“I would like to try something interesting with you tonight.” Bucky says, not taking his eyes off your breasts.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

“I would like to fuck your tits.” He admits. “You gonna let me fuck these gorgeous tits, doll?” He asks.

“You can do anything you want to me, baby. I’m your wife.” You say.

Bucky’s hands moved from under your breasts to the backs of your thighs, grabbing onto them. He stood up and took you to the bedroom. He sat you on the bed and kissed you hungrily, leaving you breathless when he pulled away.

“Take that fucking dress off before I rip it off.” He says, almost growling.

You giggled and stood up. You let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders and you pushed the dress down your body, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. You took your panties off and dropped them on the floor next to your dress. You were about to take your heels off, but Bucky stopped you.

“Leave ‘em on.” He tells you. “They look fucking hot.” He says.

Bucky pulled you against his body and kiss you hungrily again.

“Be a good girl and lay down on your back.” He orders.

You obeyed his orders and laid down on the bed, propping your head up against the pillow. You turned your head to the side, watching Bucky strip out of his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of your husband’s perfectly sculpted body. Your eyes drifted down to his fingers unbuckling his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He pulled down his jeans and boxers down in one go. He wrapped his right hand around his cock, stroke it a couple times before getting on the bed. He moved upwards till he was close enough to your breasts. You were caged in between his legs, staring up at his hard cock that was leaking with precum from his tip. Bucky put his cock on your chest in between your breasts, his precum smearing against your skin.

“Push your tits together for me, doll.” Bucky tells you.

You pressed your breasts together, trapping his cock in between them. Bucky’s hands grasped onto the headboard, looking down at you. More specifically, he was staring at your breasts with his cock in between them. It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

He started thrusting his cock in between your breasts slowly before increasing his speed at a slow pace. You stuck your tongue out, licking his tip every time he thrusted. You moaned at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans. “Why didn’t we try this sooner?” He asks.

You hummed in response, agreeing with him. You were focused on two things… Bucky’s cock thrusting in between your breasts and the ache in between your legs. You rubbed your thighs together for some kind of relief.

“You’re enjoying this as much as me, aren’t you, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“Mmm, yes.” You hummed.

You pressed your breasts together a little bit tighter for Bucky to have more friction on his cock. You maintained eye contact with him while licking his tip in a seductive manner.

“You’re gonna make me cum sooner than I’d like to if you keep doing that.” He pants.

You giggled and did it again. Bucky tilted his head back in pleasure and closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of fucking your breasts. His thrusts got faster. His tip hit your tongue every time he thrusted.

“F-Fuck…” He moans, stuttering when he felt his orgasm building up.

He lost rhythm with his thrusts for a short moment, but regained it. His breathing got heavier the faster his orgasm built up. He looked down at the hot sight of his wife below him, almost cumming at the sight.

“Fuck!” Bucky moans loudly as he came.

His cum covered your breasts, chest, and face. Bucky slowly stopped thrusting his cock in between your breasts. He looked at his cock in between your breasts one last time before sliding his cock out from in between them and sat down next to you to catch his breath. You took your hands off of your breasts. You scooped up some of his cum on your fingers and licked it off, moaning at his taste. Bucky watched intensely.

Bucky leaned over you, kissing you passionately. He maneuvered himself so he was laying on his side. You did the same. Bucky’s vibranium hand grasped onto the back of your knee and put your leg against his hip. You moaned against his lips when his cock bumped your throbbing clit. His vibranium hand blindly found its way in between your legs, rubbing your clit softly and slowly. You whined and grinded your pussy against his hand, making him chuckle softly against your lips.

“Alright, babydoll. I’ll give you what you desperately want cause that’s what my wife deserves, right?” Bucky says.

“Yes, Bucky.” You replied.

Bucky’s vibranium hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it a couple times before lining it at your entrance. He rubbed his cock through your slick before slowly sliding it in your pussy. Your mouth fell open and you tilted your head back, enjoying the feeling of your husband’s cock sliding in your pussy. Bucky took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat, kissing towards the side of your neck. His teeth bit down hard enough to mark you up.

Bucky put his vibranium hand on your thigh for something to hold onto when he started thrusting. His thrusts were slow and loving. He continued to kiss along your skin. Your hand grasped onto his vibranium bicep, your nails digging in the vibranium.

“Bucky…” You moaned softly.

You moaning Bucky’s name urged him on. Your moans are music to his ears. He increased the speed of his thrusts a little bit.

“You’re so beautiful.” Bucky praises softly. “So happy you’re mine.” He almost whispers. “My wife.” He whispers.

You cracked a smile for a short moment before your mouth fell open, strings of moans and his name left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot. Your grasp on his vibranium bicep tightened. You were convinced that your nails made lines in the vibranium.

You put your lips on his, kissing him passionately. You put your free hand on the back of his head, your fingers tugging on his hair. Bucky’s tongue licked across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slid his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

You pulled your lips away from his, tilting your head back. Bucky went back to kissing along your skin again. You rolled your hips against his to meet his thrusts. Bucky’s vibranium hand left your thighs and went to your clit, rubbing it slowly.

“I know you’re getting close, doll. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock.” Bucky says in your ear.

Your orgasm started to build up quicker than you liked. The more Bucky rubbed your clit and his cock hit your sweet spot. Your back arched in pleasure. You practically pressed your breasts in his face, which he didn’t mind. Bucky dipped his head down to kiss along the swells of your breasts. His lips moved down towards your nipples. His tongue swirled around one of your nipples. He repeated his actions on your other one.

“Oh fuck, Bucky… I’m going to cum.” You moaned.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He whispers huskily. “I’m almost there too.” He says.

His name left your lips when you came. Bucky wasn’t too far behind you. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. You two laid in each other’s arms with his cock inside of you while the two of you caught your breath. After a moment, Bucky pulled out of you and got out of bed to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom to clean the two of you up. Then he laid back down and cuddled you.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you too, babe.” You say softly.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

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harrysonlylover · 21 days

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His Good Girl*

A requested blurb.

Trope: CEO!H

Warnings: Breed!ng kink, daddy kink, subspace.

WC:1.1k

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The thing about Y/n’s fiancée is that he’s a very determined man.

Ever since he found out she was more fertile than average, he became a hungry man. She was used to his lust and need for pleasure, but he completely turned into someone else overnight.

It was as if he turned into a horny teenager, fucking her daily and always placing a pillow beneath her hips after spilling his seed deep inside of her. There were days when’d fuck her before an event and urge her to hold his cum inside before taking her to the bathroom to make sure that her pussy is flooding with his cum only to fill her up again later.

He often brought her to his office and made her cockwarm him before meetings, before trying to breed her he’d only give her his cum if she was a good girl but now getting his seed inside of her was a routine.

He tracks her ovulation days through his phone and makes sure to take her anytime wherever he wants. He’ll do whatever it takes to have his child. Harry was never someone to shy from exhibitionism, but now that he wants to breed her, he’s shameless about it.

Whenever she was in his office, he’d be so vocal with his moans and dirty talk. He even once asked for a cloth so he can clean up the cum from the big load he gave her.

As for being in public, he doesn’t allow her to wear panties so he can have easy access in case the app notified him of a pregnancy chance, but also because he’s insatiable.

He took her out to grab a ‘few’ things from Gucci for the baby even though it’s not confirmed yet and he ended up buying 25k worth of baby clothes that will be of no use after 1 year along with 20k worth of maternity clothing and jewelry for her.

He wanted her to have anything she wanted, all she had to do was ask. There was something so hot about seeing him act that way, walking confidently with his hand wrapped around her waist, putting things mindlessly in the basket without thinking about the price, and holding his black American Express card asking to leave a 1k tip for every worker there.

All the time he had his arm wrapped around her, pressing kisses to her forehead and rubbing at her tummy. She began feeling safe and clingy, it was rare for her to feel that way non sexually but the way Harry was acting dominant indirectly and taking care of her did things to her hormones.

She tugged at his jacket earning his attention quickly. “Did you like something baby?”

“Daddy I need you.” She whispered in his ear and that was all it took for him to hand the basket to a worker giving him an extra 1k to deliver your purchases home before guiding her outside the store.

They barely reached their shared house before he ripped her dress off, smiling at the sight of her bare cunt knowing she was obeying his ‘no panties’ order.

“Poor baby you were waiting for me to give you my seed and take away the emptiness.” He cooed as he thrusted inside of her. Despite his length, she was slowly getting used to the burn when he first plunged inside of her.

“Daddy please.” Her whines were pathetic as he hit her cervix with every thrust, lacing his fingers with hers and sucking on her nipples.

“Sweetheart look at you so sensitive for me already, must be pregnant yeah? Or is it your body so eager for your husband to breed you?” Her brain felt like mush with his words, and her pussy was swollen and sore from both being wet and getting fucked, but she couldn’t care less. All she wanted to feel was his cum leaking from her.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just lay there and I’ll do all the work, my pillow princess.” He rubbed her clit with one hand and wrapped the other around her throat.

The warmth she was feeling in her cunt was unbearable, getting wet for Harry was effortless, and the heat that would radiate off her was unbelievable.

“Daddy—” She whimpered grabbing on to him like a koala as he delivered sharp plunges making her tear up from pleasure.

“Oh Baby, you feel so small, don’t you? Got a little excited to have my load.” He groaned loudly when her cunt clenched around his cock ready to milk him dry.

He moved his hand to caress her cheekbones and mark her neck up with love bites, she tried to rub her face at his hand in an attempt to get his finger inside her mouth but he was too busy with wet kisses and massaging her g-spot.

He lifted his head when he heard her cry loudly with doe eyes and an open mouth as she stared at his hand. He placed his thumb in her mouth with a smirk watching her suck on it with a satisfied smile.

“Is that what you wanted princess? You’re so good for me my best girl.” She held on to his thumb with both hands as he rocked her body hitting the wall with the headboard at every thrust.

“Are you ready to let Daddy fill you up? Do you want to have his baby?” He could swear he was getting even harder at the sight of her sucking his thumb beneath him while her tits jiggled as he drilled himself inside of her.

“Daddy’s cum—“ He could barely make out what she was saying, her brain was so fuzzy and all she could think about was Harry’s cock.

“Such a good girl, take it baby like you do every time.” He moaned audibly when she came and clenched around him, resulting in his orgasm as he filled her up to the brim.

His hips were glued to hers as he released inside of her watching the tears spill down her cheeks while she held his hand with his thumb in her mouth with the other wrapped around his neck, she kept mumbling and asking for more with whines as he was barely done with his first load.

“My good girl, so deep in subspace, always good for her husband.” He stroked her hair and pressed kisses to her face as he lulled her slowly from her subspace before going for another round.

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 months

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Snow Angel

Cregan's Version

I'll angel in the snow until I'm worthy but if it kills me, I tried.

Gwyane's Version ❄ Daemon's Version ❄ Aegon's Version ❄ Aemond's Version ❄ Jacaerys' Version ❄ Cregan's Version ❄ Criston's Version

Cregan Stark x Reader | 900< | cw: fem!reader, angst, blood, injuries, death, typos, etc.

A/N: renee rapp my beloved

Cregan did not wed you because he was drawn by your bright eyes. He did not wed you because your smile could met a hole through the ice that held up the Wall. No, he wed you because your house and his were long strained, and taking you as his wife would ensure peace between you.

He wed you because it was his duty, though he could not deny that he would soon come to love you for the prior things mentioned. How could he, when it was never brought up?

As far as anyone knew, as far as you knew, your husband did you well because of that, because he was your husband.

Being the youngest of your family, you were rather neglected. You knew little beyond entertaining yourself and others with simple humor and preposterous ideas. Winterfell would come to adore the warmth that was borne from the coldness of your youth. They would do the same in how easily amused their lady was of the Northern coldness.

You loved the snow, but were fundamentally useless in it, knowing nothing beyond making snowmen. You knew not how to start a fire, nor build a tent; you did not know which flora to forage either, much less how to hunt.

Cregan did not fault you for it, for it was not your fault you were not taught. But he did not appreciate how you took more importance in chatting with his men than learning these skills; he tells you as much.

"But what you ask of me is your job," you simply respond, "mine is to keep the spirits lifted."

He huffs, breath turning into fog, "it would do you well to learn. What if there is no fire and no one who knew how to make one in need to have their spirits lifted?"

"Then I ask if you plan to leave me to fend for myself, my lord?"

He tilts his head, jaw muscle feathering in offence, "do you think so little of me?"

"I thank the gods daily for supplying me with such a reliable husband," you smile, "and I pray the day will never come that I need to fend for myself."

Part of him is endeared by your darling naiveté, another is frustrated by it. He figures if he cannot convince you to learn, then he will make nature your teacher.

He instructs one of the servants to take you berry picking and to leave you somewhere that is not too close but not too far from Winterfell. The servant obeys her lord and does just that. She slips away from you through the foliage, making sure to leave you any tools or weapon you would need.

You were left completely unware, treading deeper and deeper into the forest, following the where the berry bushes went. You were too wrapped up in your singing to realize you were completely alone.

That was until you heard a wolf howling.

You did not know where you were going. You did not know which way was North or South or which way Winterfell laid. All you knew was you wanted to go home with your basket of berries, but that seemed impossible when you dropped them into the ground with a deafening scream. Your leg had been snagged into something. You writhe in pain, finding your shin caught in the jaw of a bear trap. Your hot tears turn into frost and your breath grows shorter and shorter in panic.

Cregan was not one to worry. He patiently waited for you by the gates of your home, anticipating that you'd be the next one to come around. But it was never you… and then, it started to snow.

He calls a search party for you. He hears many a man call out your name as the night begins to take the forest. At the same time, the ground became slowly whiter and whiter while his worry thickened at a more rapid pace. Soon, his hair and shoulders were frosted over and his source of light no longer came from the sky but a torch in his hand.

"MY LORD!"

Cregan perks and run towards the man calling for him. He quickly reaches him and looks around for you, but you stood nowhere. He see the man remove his fur hat and lower his gaze.

By the old gods.

He drops to his knees. The snow scatters, revealing the red that laid underneath. He brushes off your body, rigid and cold. He releases a horrified sound at the sight of your mangled leg. He cradles you in his arms and rushes you back home.

The maesters assure him you were still breathing and that there was hope for you yet. They might save your life, but you would lose your leg.

Cregan laments as the maesters operate on you. He seeks absolution by the weirwood tree and vows to serve you ardently, more ardently so long as your life is spared.

For a moment, the old gods looked upon Cregan Stark. They delivered his wife. You lived… if you could call it that.

You wake up to the face of your husband who immediately weeps at your side, begging you for your forgiveness. You clutch his cheek and tell him, "there is nothing to forgive."

But there is, and he would never forgive himself for how you never smiled at the snow again, or how you died midday as children made snow angels outside your window.

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cherrysnip · 5 months

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sincerely yours - choi seungcheol

pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader

content: married life, dad!seungcheol's reaction when your daughter received a love letter.

(spoiler alert: he freaked out😭)

word count: 1.5k

Tuesday nights have always been Seungcheol's turn to wash the dishes. In retrospect, no one can even make him do a single household chore when he was younger. He grew up surrounded by helpers who were paid to do the job so he didn't try as much to learn them.

However, that changed when he married you. Probably it was because of how you were raised differently from him but you’re not comfortable of having other people hovering around your house to "do things you can do on your own". And unwilling as he was at first, Seungcheol just obeyed what you wanted because well, that's how whipped he is. (He'd undoubtedly say yes had you even declared the sky green.)

So here he is, seven years later, a "master" on the craft of washing the dishes. It's silly how such a simple thing could make him so happy but really, it wasn't easy for him to reach this point. He broke plates after plates that he swore at one point he saw you gritting your teeth like you were one thread away from strangling him.

But he said that every time you would smile at him and utter a soft thank you, hell, everything's worth it.

"Why are you smiling like a fool?"

He turned to see you leaning on the counter watching him with suspicion. A sheepish smile escaped from Seungcheol's lips as he reached out for a dry towel to wipe his hands.

"You don't have to know," he teased.

Your brows furrowed, "You better not be thinking of another woman or else..."

Seungcheol chuckled and walked towards you. He leaned, placing his hands on your sides, caging you on the counter. The action was so sudden it caught you off guard.

"How would I do that when you're everything I think about every waking day of my life? Hmm?" He planted a kiss on your shoulder which made you gasp. Years into your marriage but this little things your husband does still makes you giddy like a teenager. And of course, the blush spreading all over your face didn't escape Seungcheol, causing him to grin wider. Your reaction to his touch will always be his favorite drug.

"Now, you're just flattering me..."

"I'm being sincere," Seungcheol insisted and met your eyes. "I still can't believe that after all these years, I'm actually married to you. How can I be so damn lucky?"

After he said that, your pouting lips turned into a wide smile. He is such a dork, you thought. You can't resist it anymore so you cupped his cheeks to kiss the tip of his nose. Being the competitive guy that he is, he did the same to you while chuckling.

"I'm luckier to have married you, Cheollie. You're everything I've dreamed of a husband."

"Are you sure? I remember six years ago, you said you'll divorce me because I forgot to clean our room."

"Well, you already learned your lesson, didn't you?"

Seungcheol nodded, "I most certainly did."

"Oh by the way, I have something to tell you," you said a little bit later. Your arms were already wrapped around Seungcheol's waist with your chin on his broad chest.

"Baby no. 3?" Seungcheol asked hopefully and he only received a pinch on his side. "Aw! I'm just kidding sweetheart!"

"Tss," You removed yourself from Seungcheol but you still didn't let go of his arm while you gently dragged him to your living room. You picked up something from your coffee table and even though he was basically towering over you, he still wasn't able to have a clear sight of what it was because you were quick to hide it on your back.

"What is it?” He curiously asked but instead of answering him immediately, you slightly squeezed his arm."Promise me you won't have a heart attack?"

"How can I promise that sweetheart? Come on."

"Well, okay. Just please don't pass out."

"You're just making me nervous."

You pursed your lips and handed him the familiar heart-shaped paper. The last time he got a hold of something similar to this was during Valentine's Day and he almost lashed out. Good thing, you were able to prevent him from doing so.

"W-what's the meaning of this?"

You clicked your tongue trying to supress your laughter. Knowing your husband, you kind of expected this reaction from him already.

"Found that in your daughter's workbook. I was helping her with her assignment and that fell."

"Damn it! Seriously?" Seungcheol dramatically gasped and stared at the piece of paper again. "Sweetheart, you've already read this haven't you?"

"I did."

"And you're not bothered?"

"No, I'm not. Actually, I find it cute," you replied.

"It isn't." Seungcheol almost shouted but tried hard not to make it too loud because he was well aware the twins were already sleeping. "Look here sweet, whoever this kid was, confessed he has a crush on Chaewon and even wrote I LOVE YOU! He wrote I LOVE YOU to our daughter!"

You finally burst into fits of laughter, "What's wrong with that?"

Seungcheol was starting to get annoyed now but it immediately dissipated when you touched his arm and guided him to sit on the couch.

"Calm down Cheollie. It's just a simple note. No need to fret so much about it," you tried to ease him and Seungcheol sighed. He reached for your hand and pressed it as if he's trying to summon his lost composure.

"I mean...that kid wrote those words for our daughter. To our princess. And he's only what? Six years old? Does he even know what it means?"

"Don't insult the feelings of that kid, Cheollie. You yourself even proposed to someone when you were just what? Three?"

Shock passed through Seungcheol's face. He was just going to defend himself when you waved your free hand. "Don't even try to deny it. It was your mom who told me about it."

"Fine. But that's beside the point...last time it was Jungwon. Our little prince received a similar letter with three red roses on Valentine's Day and now it's Chaewon...and an I love you? God! The moment we received the result of your pregnancy test even felt like it just happened yesterday and now, they're receiving these...things. It's too fast. They're growing up too fast."

"Cheollie. It's not as if they're already marrying--"

Seungcheol was quick to cut off what you were supposed to say. "God no sweetheart! They're just six-year olds!"

"Exactly my point," You calmly said and closed the gap between you by hugging him and burying your face on the crook of Seungcheol's neck. "So loosen up, okay?"

"I'm sorry. It's just that... I know that after several years they'll grow up and will meet a lot of people. And then eventually, both of our kids will each meet the person they will love...but right now, I really just want them to enjoy their childhood first...is that too much to ask?" Seungcheol immediately stopped talking when he heard you sniffing. "Are you crying?"

You lifted your head and hurriedly wiped your tears without looking at him. "This is your fault."

"What did I do?" Seungcheol asked teasingly and helped dry your cheeks. "Okay, I'll stop being irrational now so you should stop crying too."

You immediately shook your head, "You're not being irrational. You're just being a good, scratch that, the best father you have always been. You're loving and responsible."

"And?"

"Fine. Handsome too. Very," you both chuckled. "Jungwon and Chaewon are sure lucky to have you as a father."

“And you as their mother," Seungcheol kissed your forehead.

"Seriously though," You suddenly said and peeked at the paper your husband was holding. "The kid is undeniably sweet writing a letter like that."

"Sweetheart..." He groaned and his plump red lips automatically turning into a pout like that of a kid sulking.

"Sorry," you giggled. "I won't bring it up again."

You both just stayed on the couch for a long time hugging each other. And even with just that, everything felt perfect.

"Cheollie?" You called in a whisper.

"Hmm?"

"I just realized something after reading that kid's letter."

"Uhuh?" Seungcheol responded expectantly.

"That I don't say those words a lot to you," Your voice wavered. "Even if you very much deserved to hear it everyday."

Seungcheol can't help but smile because he is completely aware that you're not the most expressive when it comes to your feelings (which is a complete opposite of him) but he also knew that you have so much love to give and you just have a different way to express it.

"Even if you don't say it everyday sweetheart, I can always feel your love for me and for the twins. And that, " Seungcheol hugged you tighter, "...is more than enough.

"But still, I feel like you want to hear it."

"I do but--"

"I love you, Cheollie." You said rather abruptly and buried your face on Seungcheol's chest. He could only laugh at your cuteness.

"Are you seriously acting shy now?"

Shame was definitely already creeping on your system so you slapped his chest and whined in a low voice, "Stop teasing me!"

With a contented smile, he whispered too.

"I love you more sweetheart."

—♡—

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atrwriting · 2 months

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rivalry — blackwood and bracken arranged marriage au

pt. 2 my luvs

so i wasn't an aeron girly and then a few people requested him and i was like shii maybe y'all are onto something

ok full disclosure i genuinely didn't think i would be able to write for him and then suddenly i think i wrote the dirtiest thing i've ever written in my life (like ok maybe im exaggerating but fr i was quaking in my boots)

as always, warnings: enemies to loves, smut smut smutty smut smut, blowjob, p in v sex, hate fucking, he's so pretty i cried writing this, dom!aeron, swearing, bit of pre-sex violence in an ok way, anal play, rough sex, arranged marriage, heavy on the sexism, aeron is a consent king u can't convince me otherwise

don't tell me if this sucks lmao actually please tell me im a whore for validation and critiques

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he did not know how he found himself in this mess.

genuinely, he did not.

when aeron bracken was a man grown, he understood duty and how he needed to uphold it. he understood that duty and tradition needed to be put over his own wants and needs, for it was for the greater good for his house.

...until that greater good came in the form of two marriages between brackens and blackwoods. his younger sister would marry a blackwood, and he would marry the younger sister of his new brother in-law. he bit his tongue at the idea — aghast at how a feud that is so engrained in their bones could be thrown away with two simple marriage pacts. how could a wound so deep, so festered — be expected to heal so fast, let alone at all?

despite the fact that it left him aghast — he would not show it on his face. his face was that of stone throughout the entire ordeal; the ceremony, the feast, the dancing — all of it. he hadn’t even had a proper look at his bride — because what would it do? it wouldn’t matter. he would bed whoever it was once or twice a month, and hope for the best.

that was until the wedding night.

there was no bedding ceremony, thank the gods — but there was throwing of cups.

lots of cups.

aeron had never had so many silver and gold chalices thrown at him in his entire life — especially not by a woman.

there the pair of you were — in your nightwear, behind a locked bedroom door, and you were throwing cups at your new husband.

aeron hadn’t even stepped within ten feet of you. he had simply sauntered into the room, greeted you, and began taking of his clothes as you were already dressed for the occasion.

“will you stop it?!” he hollered, bending to avoid the goblet hitting him in the temple. “i command you to stop!”

“you think that because we are married i will obey you?” you spat, throwing anything in your line of sight to keep him from you.

“i would hope that you would refrain from pelting me with objects until i have at least done something to fucking deserve it!”

“you’re a fucking bracken!” you spat.

aeron couldn’t believe the mouth on you, his new wife — but he could believe such atrocities came from the mouth of a blackwood.

“trust me,” he spat, dodging the next object. “i would rather be anywhere else than here!”

“you think me ugly, husband?” you responded curtly. “that i am not fit to share your bedchamber?”

“not when you’re trying to maim me — no, wife!”

“or that i am beneath you?” you spat.

suddenly you were out of objects to throw at him — but that relief was clouded by his sheer realization that your bark was just as bad as your bite.

“i never said that —" he said, trying to catch his breath. “if i recall correctly — it was your brother who referred to me as craven, and then agreed to the marriage pact. your brother began with the insults —“

“but not until you —“

“wife!” aeron suddenly hollered, his fists balled at his sides as his skin began to turn pink. he was a few feet away from you, keeping his distance. when you did not flinch at his volume or tone, he kept going, “am i bedding you — or your brother, hmm?”

“i wouldn’t be surprised —“

he couldn’t take it anymore. he stomped over to where you stood. his tall height forced him to lean down so his face was only a few inches from yours.

“whether you like it or not — you’re a bracken now,” he spat. his eyes were blown wide above you — consumed with an anger that appeared to be foreign to him. as you studied him, he continued, “we can either get this over with, or we tell our families we would not perform our duties. is that what you want?”

“you think i’d scoff at duty?” you demanded. “i refuse to be any man’s triumph — let alone a maiden on my wedding night!”

the admission caught him by surprise — but the look of fear that cross your eyes threw him much more by surprise. you weren’t a maiden, but what did that matter now? he could've scoffed at your admission. just like a blackwood to make a decision they regret.

“look,” he sighed, shaking his head. “that doesn’t matter now — and it would ruin both of us if anyone knew that. it does not bother me that you’ve been with someone else, nor will i force you to be with me. however, i will not be subjected to hatred from my wife when this is the first time we’ve spoken. if you wish —“

“get on the bed,” you spoke, sighing.

his brow furrowed in confusion.

“get on the bed,” you repeated.

he looked over you once before he pulled his shirt above his head, discarding it. as he turned, he began to unlace his pants — but he did not take them off. he let them hang loose on his hips before he laid down on the bed.

he returned his eyes to you as soon as he had laid down. when he set his eyes upon you, he realized you were bare. bare in all of your glory. he had never seen a woman so perfect in all of his life. skin as soft silk bed sheets, hair cascading down your back like that of the most coveted mare, and a figure that even the king himself would ask your hand in marriage for.

but he did not say that. any of that. his eyes were trained on you in the way any man would be on a woman as beautiful as you. and when his mouth parted slightly, his lips falling open in awe — you knew you had him and that no words would’ve been as good as the look on his face.

you fought the urge to smirk, but that did not stop you from walking towards him. you straddled his hips, letting your cunt fall right on top of where his pants hid his bulge.

“i prefer to be on top, husband,” you spoke.

he raised his eyebrows, silently conveying that he was impressed. “you’ll find no quarrel from me, wife.”

aeron bracken wouldn’t say that he was inexperienced, but he definitely did not have the confidence his lady wife had. he also never thought he would like a woman taking control… but the prospect of hurting a woman made him so nervous. he never saw he would actually see the day — him, a bracken, afraid to hurt a blackwood.

“but i must ask you one thing,” he spoke, refusing to touch her just yet. “this is of your own volition? — because i don’t want to do this if you do not wish it.”

you quirked an eyebrow at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a loose embrace. “what of duty?”

“if duty comes in the form of forcing your wife in the bedroom — ” he spoke softly, and then continued, “i want no part in it.”

you couldn’t believe your ears. you didn’t think he would be aggressive or ruthless, but you never thought aeron bracken would want your consent — of all things! you didn’t think any man would ever understand the concept — and yet here was your husband, sitting below you and not touching you until he had your consent.

a small pool of wetness collected between your folds, and then slipped onto the laces of his pants. you didn’t think he’d notice — but you did.

he was looking at you intently — studying your face, but also waiting for your reply. you couldn’t help but give a knowing smile.

“are you pleased with the wife you received, husband?” you asked, gesturing to your naked body.

“i consider myself very lucky, wife,” he spoke, a slight smile coming to his lips. “but no one had ever conveyed to me how pretty of a face my wife had.”

“did they convey how poor my attitude is?”

“i already knew that, my lady.”

you swatted him lightly and playfully — both of you smiling.

“i want to do this with you,” you spoke, taking his hand and putting it on one of your breasts. “do you want this to be with me, husband?”

his hands were greedy with what he had been granted access to. his large hand grasped at your breast before he rolled your nipple in between his index and thumb finger. your hips jerked forward then at the sensitivity while your mouth parted slightly. aeron couldn’t help but watch as a blush rose to your cheeks, and he realized then that he wanted this very much.

“very much, wife,” he spoke, suddenly realizing he should at least try not to sound too eager.

he’d never know, but you didn’t mind his eagerness. you took it for candor, and that you appreciated.

you grabbed his other hand, and place it on your other breast. you witnessed his gaze flicker between your breasts and your face, almost like a silent question. when you bit your lip and smiled, aeron bracken did not waste any time.

his perfect lips wrapped around your nipple, which looked too good to aeron not to get a taste. his teeth had found the bud, lightly grazing it as he sucked at it. with his other arm, he wrapped it around your back with a focus on your waist. he began to thrust his hips slightly upward as he pushed and pulled you forward and backward onto his bulge.

“tell me what you like,” aeron ordered, still pinching your nipple.

you gasped at the feeling — surprised at aeron’s confident nature. you ground your cunt down harder onto his bulge, enjoying the friction from the laces of his pants. you grew worried at the prospect of soaking his pants, wondering how he would react.

“i want your cock inside me,” you mused. “and in my mouth.”

he moaned against your breast, the vibrations sending ripples throughout your entire body. he replied, “more, wife.”

you laughed, threading your fingers through his hair. “i like to be taken from behind — and i want your arm around my neck. i like it rough, husband."

for a mere instant, he thought about how other men would respond to her admission and use of coarse language. within that same moment, the thought vanquished from his mind. he realized how lucky he was to have a wife seemingly as experienced as you — for what trouble would there be now? you would tell him if he was hurting you, and you would be able to tell him what you like.

“and what do you like, husband?” you asked, running a few fingers up and down his upper arm.

he moved his hands down to your knees, running his large palms up and down your thighs. you watched his shoulder and bicep muscles tense and release as his arms extended and retracted, rubbing your soft skin. “i want to make you finish on my cock.”

you raised your eye brows at him as you blushed, laughing. “is that so, husband? i was led to believe that brackens were selfish — but now i see they're just ambitious."

you watched him as he appeared to turn over words in his head, contemplating what to say. you realized then how different aeron already was from what your family was like, and what your family believed him to be like. “can i ask you for something?”

“what, husband?”

“just allow me one night.”

you quirked an eyebrow at him. “what… do you mean?”

“allow me one night to prove that i am not what your family believes me to be.”

“my family?” you asked, stunned.

“nor you, wife,” aeron stated with a knowing grin. “just one night — for me to prove that this does not have to be a union consumed by hatred.”

you did not answer. you simply leaned down, and connected your lips with his. with both hands cupping the sides of his face, you kissed him with only sweetness and curiosity. aeron was so… different than you had ever thought he would be. he intrigued you. he honestly did. maybe it was the feud, maybe it was something else… because it didn’t matter. all you wanted to know what was the extent of his sweetness.

when he had finally discarded his pants, you marveled at his cock. it was bigger than you had ever seen, and your eyes told that. aeron smiled when he saw your surprised reaction, and couldn’t help but feel more confident at the prospect of an experienced woman being pleased with what he could offer.

you couldn’t help yourself — you immediately took him into your mouth.

aeron had received blowjobs before, sure — but not like this. oh… definitely not like this. with your hollowed out cheeks, you took him deep into your mouth and down your throat. the warmth from your mouth made him shiver, but not before his muscles tensed at the same time his mind relaxed. he had never known bliss like this. how could his pretty wife ever think he would scorn her for her experience, especially when he benefitted from it so sweetly? few hairs fell down to cover your face as you sucked on his cock, and he couldn’t help but think about how fucking lucky he was.

so lucky. so fucking lucky.

that was until you pulled off.

“does etiquette escape you, husband?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

he raised an eyebrow. “no — but your meaning does. why have you stopped?”

“because you should be holding my hair out of my face!” you snapped, eyeing him.

you didn’t let him respond. you took him back into your mouth before one of his hands picked up all of your hair and piled it on the back of your head — away, and out of your face.

good, you thought. he can take directions.

that was until you felt him begin to push down on the back of your head, causing the tip of his cock to nudge further and further down your throat. you wanted to scold him — reminding him you’re the one in charge when his cock is down your throat — but you didn’t. you didn’t because when you snapped your eyes up and saw the look on your husband’s face, you would’ve gasped if you could.

his cheeks were tinted a light pink as his eyes had drifted closed. with his mouth slightly parted, falling open in pleasure, he fought back the urge to let small moans escape his throat. with his adam’s apple bobbing — all you wanted to do was keep him teetering on the edge of not enough of and the perfect amount of pleasure.

you should’ve scolded him for pushing down on your head without asking, but you realized suddenly that it ate at your womb like the hunger for his big member inside of you. your realization occurred at the same time aeron noticed you watching him.

he smiled.

wickedly.

“are you enjoying yourself, wife?” he asked, holding your head up so you were only sucking the tip.

you narrowed your eyes at him, unwilling to give him what he wanted.

he threw his head back in laughter. you went to tell him off, but he pushed your head down again. you gagged around him, fighting the urge to cough and cry. you were growing irritated with his actions — wondering where in the seven hells he got the fucking nerve.

he noticed your anger the instant your brow began to knit together.

“you’re so pretty, wife —“ he spoke, relishing in the pleasure you granted him with a wicked smile on his face. “but you are so much prettier when your cock is down my throat and that attitude escapes you.”

he pushed your head down again, causing you to gag and a tear spring to your eye. you wanted to tell him off — but when the warmth in your womb curled with the anger in your chest, you couldn’t. you just couldn’t. you couldn’t bring yourself to scold him, because what if he stopped? what if he stopped the delicious, bittersweet feeling that he was giving you without even touching you?

“i can see it by the way you’re rubbing your thighs together,” he spoke, eyes on the backs of your legs. “can’t help it, i see. all that blackwood attitude, 's too much for you, isn't it? — all you needed was for a bracken to put you in your place.”

he wasn’t choking you, no — but the surprise attacks on the back of your head and into your throat threw you for loops. you didn’t like to be out of control, and didn’t think you ever would — but you couldn’t deny the slick that had fell from your folds and was now collecting between your thighs. you grew insecure at the thought — that if the flames from the fire or the lanterns caught the shadows just right, aeron would see your slick glisten in the light. the realization was embarrassing and exhilarating all at the same time — but you couldn’t deny you wanted more.

“that’s it, wife,” he cooed condescendingly above you. “take that bracken cock down your pathetic fucking throat.”

you did. oh gods, you did. your throat was hoarse with the bittersweet attack on its inside. you were fighting back coughs and gasps, wanting to wipe away every bit of saliva from around your mouth but you couldn’t. you were stroking the bottom of his cock and bracing yourself with your other hand — working him as fast and as hard as he wanted you to.

and then he pulled you off when you reached the tip of his cock.

you were hazy — lost in lust. he pulled you off of his cock with your mouth still open, saliva beginning to run down your chin. you were gasping for air once aeron let go of your hair, only to replace his hand around your throat.

you immediately grabbed his wrist — you weren’t sure why. to brace yourself, maybe — but that was all you could do as aeron held you before him with your back arched towards him while he sat upright.

you weren’t sure what you looked like — probably a mess; spit, tears, and messy hair. but aeron? fuck, aeron — he was himself. completely himself. confidence and pleasure and arrogance formed to make a look of power on aeron, and you couldn’t help but want him more. the pink hue of his cheeks and lips did not suggest innocence, no — but exertion of a man’s power. at that moment, all you wanted was your bracken husband inside you.

“you hate that you liked that, don’t you?” he asked, a small wicked grin playing at his lips.

you couldn’t answer. you could only gasp for air in response, throat still dry from his cock.

“cock keeps you quiet, wife?” he laughed then.

your eyes narrowed at him, even through your tears. that set you off.

“well, when you shove your craven cock down my throat —“

he chuckled then, and you were too weak to protest. “craven cock, that right?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “well, maybe i should let my reputation precede me — i guess i don’t care about fucking my wife the way she needs me to.”

“i don’t need you to,” you spat, lying through your teeth.

“you don’t?”

he held you upright then, leaving you on your knees with your back arched. he towered over you on your own knees as you felt a hand of his slip down your abdomen, and in between your thighs.

he laughed once more. “you don’t?”

you went to hit him, but he caught your hand. your cheeks were beginning to sting with want, need, and embarrassment. when his fingers began to rub circles on your clit, the fucking center of the ache — you almost doubled over onto him, hoping to catch yourself on his chest. you fought against his fingers, forcing yourself not to show any sign of enjoyment.

he chuckled darkly. “i’m going to have to fuck that blackwood attitude out of you, aren’t i?”

“as if you could,” you replied, glaring.

he raised his eyebrows at you then — a dare. you were feeling weak, and definitely weren’t able to match him — but you couldn’t let that show.

“i was going to be nice and let my pretty wife ride me,” he ordered, sighing. "get on your stomach."

he let go of your throat with a slight push on the release. your muscles were wound so tight that the abrupt action caused you to lose your balance, and fall. with a huff, you rolled over onto your stomach.

aeron couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. the flames and the moonlight from the window caused shadows to ripple across your perfect hourglass shape and ass. aeron pushed your soft, long hair off of your back and onto the bed so that his fingers could trace the length of your spine from your neck to your tailbone.

you shivered at the feeling. you were about to scoff at him when he smacked your ass.

“bracken!” you spat. “how dare —“

he chuckled before he pulled you up the hips. you caught yourself on your knees and hands, trying to keep your balance. a blush rose to your cheeks as you realized you were… completely exposed to your husband. you felt his hand come up to the fleshy part of your ass, kneading the thick skin. you froze.

“my perfect wife…” he mused, massaging your skin.

you wriggled in his hold, and he held you still — spreading your cheeks. you gasped at the further exposure — every private area of your body now visible.

“husband…” you spoke.

his tone mocked you. “you’re still soaking, my lady — do you really want your lord husband to stop?”

“piss off — !”

he smacked your ass again, causing you to yelp.

“can’t expect better from a blackwood…” he sighed. he spat on the puckered hole of your ass, and you froze. he let the spit drop from your ass to your cunt, mixing with the juices collecting on your folds. “are you going to lose your mouth?”

“i swear —“

you felt his finger circle your puckered hole, and before you could protest — he slipped his thumb into you.

you gasped, leaning forward. his laugh vibrated through him, and you felt it against the backs of your thighs. it was only his thumb — but you had never been touched in such a way. you had never had anyone, nor anyone breach such a private area of yours. you felt it bury itself to the last knuckle, all of your muscles tightening around it. you should’ve felt violated, dirty, something of the sort… but you didn’t. all you could register was how empty your cunt felt in comparison.

“have you ever been touched here before?”

you didn’t answer, still speechless.

he smacked your ass once more. “you will answer when your lord husband speaks to you.”

“no, husband…” you whispered. “please, husband… i want your cock…”

“…i could give you my cock, couldn’t i?” he spoke, slipping his thumb in and out of you gently. a sharp intake of break was involuntary from your throat. “i could, but what would that teach you? my greedy blackwood wife would continue to think so little of her bracken husband.”

“don’t make me beg,” you whined. “i want you so bad, please…”

you couldn’t see it — but you could imagine the smirk on his face at your words. he slipped a finger inside your soaking cunt and aching clit, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the feeling. your cunt clamped down around his finger like you had never had someone inside you before, needing him so desperately. his circles on your clit were agonizingly slow, and soon the relief from his minuscule touch was turning into desperation.

he realized this at the same moment you did.

“who knew my lady wife could be such a whore for her husband,” he spoke lowly. your hips began to rock against his hand, wanting and needing more. so much more. “do you wish me to stop? tell me.”

“no —“ you cried. “you can’t stop, i’ll… i’ll…”

your body felt like it had pins and needles everywhere. you had been pushed and pulled toward an orgasm, over and over, but never fully brought to the peak. you were warm, cold, hot, freezing — all at once and it smashed your resolve to pieces. you were a pathetic, drooling, sopping mess that needed her husband to quell this ache; to put it to rest so that you may rest.

he ripped his hands from you, and you sobbed. you actually sobbed. you bent your hips back to meet his, but met nothing. you bit back a sigh of frustration as tears threatened to overflow from your eyes.

“seven hells…” you sighed, shoving your face into the bed cover.

then, you felt your hips being pushed down as your knees flattened. you went to turn around to question it, but then you felt your husband spread your thighs. the cool air hit your cunt like lightening and you whimpered at the feeling. you felt an arm snake around your throat as a weight settled on top of you.

you felt aeron’s lips press against your jaw — pushing your head to the side as his touch calmed you. you let your head be supported by his strong arm, whimpering when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“maybe brackens are mean…” he whispered against your ear. “an honorable husband would right that mistake, wouldn’t he?”

he didn’t wait for you to respond. he thrusted his cock into your wet cunt. once his cock filled you, a gasp left your lips on reflex. you could feel a groan rumbling in his chest as he bit down on your neck. your husband had complete control over your body, and you gave in to his thrusts as his hips snapped against yours.

“that’s what you needed,” he stated with a wicked grin against your cheek. “cunt so warm and wet — just wanted to be fucked so bad.”

“you fucking bastard —" you cried. “it feels so good —"

with a groan, he spoke, "i know it does — didn't i promise i'd make the ache go away?"

your cunt sucked him in — refusing to let him go as he thrusted inside of you. he slid his hand underneath your stomach and let his fingers find your clit and roughly rub shapes on it. you reflexively bit down on his forearm, crying into his skin. your hips wanted to move with him, or against him, fucking anything — you weren't really sure, as they had a mind of their own. the pleasure was too much — and way too much for your mind. aeron was fucking you dumb into the bed without anywhere to go.

you felt his lips by your ear, "that's it. take it for me. ungrateful cunt — can't get enough of craven bracken cock."

nothing that left your lips was coherent. you were gasping onto his forearm for dear life as his sword hand drew the greatest weapon of all — forcing the sobbing, strong woman to become clay in his fucking hands. with his own hips and arm, he held your hips down as they tried to fight against them. try they did, but they were no match for a man like aeron bracken.

"tell me you can't get enough wife — " he grit against your ear. "tell me you can't get enough of craven bracken cock."

"don't make me — "

he stilled not only his hips, but his hand.

he held your still with his forearm, locking you in place. you fought against him, trying to buck your hips back against his cock for anything you could get. with malice, he replied, "i could use my hand and hold you down on this bed as i finish all over your back. would you prefer that, wife? spilling over you like a common whore? or will you listen?"

"fucking —" you spat, consumed by frustration. "aeron, please —"

"are those words too dirty for you, my lady?" he asked condescendingly, softly and slowly moving his finger against your clit. not enough to satisfy you — but definitely enough to frustrate you further. "you want me to fuck you like other lords fuck their new wives? slow, and shallow? maybe three thrusts before they fall asleep? barely caring if their wife feels good?"

"no..." you whimpered.

"then say it."

"please, husband..." your mind going numb with frustration. "please — i need your craven bracken cock."

"that's is, love," he spoke, sheathing his long cock inside you once more. "that's all i needed. such a good little wife for me."

his fingers immediately continued their assault on your clit, and you gasped at the feeling. you could feel and hear aeron's laugh behind you as your hips jerked once, twice, thrice before you let out a cry. it filled the room and would fill the ears of anyone walking by your room. you dug your nails into his forearm as he pulled you closer against him, closer, closer, closer — kissing your forehead as you came. you came, and you came, and you came. there was nothing like it. there was nothing left of you. you had never experienced an orgasm that was so fucking earth shattering. it pushed and pulled you like nothing ever before. with each aftershock, aeron sucked on your neck and hummed at the taste. he wanted to swallow you whole, and leave nothing left for you. you were clay — barely crumbs in his hand, but only his to mold.

when you went limp, aeron let out a hearty, earthy grunt. he pushed you down onto the mattress as you lay flat on your stomach. on his knees and between your thighs, he grasped the flesh of your ass in both hands and fucked your cunt straight into that perfect spot that you had only found once or twice in your life. he was like an animal behind you; predator and prey, with the carnal need to breed you dumb. when aeron delivered his final thrust, his hips snapped against you and you could feel him against your cervix. it hurt in the most delicious way possible — almost like you could feel your hips, cervix, womb, fucking everything open for him and swallow him whole.

he collapsed next to you before he pulled you into his arms. he placed a single kiss on your forehead, long and hard and you sighed, content.

"did i prove myself to you?" he whispered as the flames from the fire begin to die down, cloaking you both in darkness.

you scoffed, nuzzling further into him as you kissed the skin of his chest.

"no need to admit it, wife," he laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "i already accomplished tonight's ambition."

you swatted him — and he laughed, not fearing you in the slightest.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 months

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How about “nope no nada, no using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore” + using sex to get our favorite insomniac Mr. Stank to take a break from work and come to bed?

Old tricks

A/N: I was waiting for this prompt, can’t believe it was in my inbox the whole time and I missed it. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ sex themes, fluff

“How long has it been since he last took a nap, FRI?” You sighed, closing the book you were currently reading before stifling a yawn.

Thirty eight hours and counting, Mrs. Stark.

He was at it again. After promising that he would join you in bed early today, Tony Stark was still in the basement, nose deep in inventing yet another device that would potentially save the universe.

Rolling your eyes you threw the sheets off of your legs, rummaging through your closet to find the oldest trick in the book of ‘Getting your husband to obey’.

A set of lingerie was usually your go to but tonight, you decided on going down to his lab wearing nothing but a silky robe that you planned on discarding the moment he would lay eyes on you.

Overriding his protocol with FRIDAY’S help, you entered his lab and were met with an immediate blast of cold air; it fortunately worked in your favour, pebbling your nipples and making them evident against the flimsy piece of fabric.

Your husband stood hunched over his table that displayed varied diagrams and models with a blue glowing light that made his features appear exhausted. He probably was. Not that he would ever admit.

“Hello husband.”

You murmured, hugging the man from behind and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his tight muscles against your soft flesh, the contrast making you frown.

Tony sighed, melting against your touch immediately, as his hands stopped working to cover yours in a reassuring way.

“Are you planning on warming your side of the bed any time soon? Perhaps your wife would like some company too..”

Turning in your arms, he leaned in to kiss your lips in a wordless apology before stopping, his strained eyes grazing down your form, taking you in.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“What?” You feigned innocence, grabbing his hands and bringing them to the front of your robe, beginning to unfasten the ties.

Letting out a defeated grunt, Tony’s head planted itself against your shoulder, stopping your movements at once.

“Nope. No. Nada. No using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore.” You grinned because his voice lacked conviction, and the fact that he hadn’t pushed you away meant you had already won.

“Isn’t it?”

You smirked, undoing the belt completely now to reveal what the robe barely covered. Opening an eye, Tony drank your glorious self in, not finding enough reason to resist. With your nipples turned into buds and the glistening between your thighs, he was powerless.

Tony Stark simply wasn’t built to resist your persuasion.

Taking the robe off completely, you stepped back and turned to head out of his lab, throwing the robe over the shoulder with a knowledge that it had probably landed on his head.

“You’re just gonna wander around the house naked now?” He called after you, cock stirring in his pants at the sight of your curves sashaying their way out, just for him as you shrugged in response.

“Maybe I’ll try another good old trick. Perhaps that toy you designed for our anniversary?”

There was a curse word uttered under his breath before Tony Stark shut off his lab for the night and made a beeline in your direction, refusing to let his wife pleasure herself with anything that wasn’t his cock or tongue.

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aemnd · 4 months

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jus' imagining prince regent!aemond coming into your shared martial chambers, all irritated, furious, and aggressive-- startling your sensitive heart slightly, so unlike the stoic yet kind, brooding yet a complete gentleman whenever he was in your company—his sweet, darling little wife—quiet yet cannot help himself by always whispering sweet nothings into your ear, enjoying the way you're always so shy and get so easily flustered around him still, even after many moons of marriage already.

still, the aemond in your martial chambers right now seemed different, not like his usual self-- or rather, not like when he was with you; a gentleman, but always ravenous for you, well-mannered for a targaryen prince of the royal blood, yet dangerous and cruel to anyone else who wasn't you, his mother or his sweet, beloved older sister, helaena.

overall, the aemond standing before you now, it was a totally different side to him, standing there with his large fists curled tightly, white knuckled and glaring into the void with that one-eye of his-- and it hits you right there and then, you have never seen aemond upset, much less so furious, nor had aemond allowed himself for you to come to know or see him when he's like this, not wanting to frighten you away, especially during your courtship days.

aemond always knew you’d be his lady wife someday, it just took some… persuasive words from the young prince, which was said in his usual soft, velvety drawl, nearly sounding bored as he spoke to your oafish father while you were off dancing with your sisters a few steps in front of aemond, having him order you to stay close by to him that entire evening, and of course, you obeyed so prettily, like the precious princess he knew you were born to be.

yet, the threat in his words were clear and final that night at aegon and helaena’s wedding celebration—your daughter is mine, she always has been mine, wed her to me and mayhaps i won't burn the entirety of your house down to ashes by dawn, hm?

"my love? are you quite alright?" you question sweetly, so innocent and with the purest, gentlest of intentions, and that is why not even a full two minutes later, you find yourself with your knees pressed up against your heaving breasts, stripped completely nude, with your beloved husband on top of you, pounding into your sopping, quivering little cunt, fucking you over and over and over again.

"fuck," aemond grits out, his narrow hips snapping into the backs of your smooth, plush thighs, that were lathered with a sweet vanilla oil that had your husband go nearly feral every time you pass by him, or when you're hanging off of his arm during court in the afternoons and banquets like the beautiful, sweet little doll that you're.

"tightest fuckin' cunt-- by the gods, woman..! you will be the end of me," he says through his panting, chasing his high and yours, needing his release that he's been craving all day, instead of having his mother yapping in his ear about politics and the like, but all he could focus on was you-- and stuffing his face in between the softness of your gorgeous thighs, to taste the sweet nectar that lies between, just begging to be kissed and licked and fucked full of his cock until your tiny cunt is gaping and your womb is full with his seed.

"doing s'good for me, sweetling," aemond coos into your ear hotly, panting harshly and dripping with sweat, his skin fiery to the touch-- and oh, how you loved getting burned by him.

blood of the dragon, indeed.

you whimper meekly, looking up at your husband all weepy and cross-eyed, pleasure consuming you whole, overwhelming emotions clouding your already hazy mind, making you babble mindlessly, deliriously moaning like a silk street whore.

"soon... soon, you'll give me an heir," aemond husks breathlessly, making your cunt clench erratically, which earned you a crazed chuckle from aemond, watching as he threw his head back in pure bliss, high off of your willingness to be his perfect little wife, all obedient and ready to receive her husband's seed.

"yes, i know, my love... i know, you just want to be a sweet, obedient little wife for your husband, don't you?" he taunts, a mocking yet amused smile curling upon his curved lips, which he then bends down again, focusing most of his attention all over your bare bosom, your breasts heaving and little nipples hardened from your arousal-- but aemond doesn't mind, immediately suckling on one of your puffy nipples, making it nice and wet and swollen, creating claiming marks all over your breasts as his hips continue to brutally snap into you, rutting and bucking into your wildly, making you wail girlishly and squirm beneath your husband.

"a-aemond...! please, p-please, i am about to−" aemond clicks his tongue, stopping your speech and tutting with disapproval shining in his amethyst eye, the sparkling sapphire gem that was stuffed into his left eye socket shining maliciously, a warning to tread carefully for what you're about to say.

"does my wife wish to come on her husband's cock?" aemond purrs, now rolling his hips every time he enters you, making tears fall from your pretty, doe-like and lustful eyes, all misty and dreamy with desire and love for your sweet, beloved aemond.

"please, aemond-- i want to come on your cock, please," you beg with a small whine, desperate and needy to reach your own release already, especially with aemond having edged you by eating your sweet little cunny out for nearly an hour before finally fucking you with his cock, after you had begged and pleaded him to.

continuing to listen to your sweet, desperate pleading, aemond smirks, before swallowing your loud, feminine moans into his mouth, devouring you and tasting you, thrusting his hips into you faster, faster, faster-- signaling for you to reach your peak as he fucks you even harder and even more mean than before, giving your overstimulated clit a few harsh slaps with one of his big hands, and perhaps your husband was a bit too cruel, or just obsessed with making you his, but you're too delirious to notice as he finally leans down and quietly gives you his permission for you to come for him.

"come for your husband, now," he whispers deeply, possessively, making you cry out and cling to him like a newborn babe as you finally get to lose yourself in your ecstasy.

aemond targaryen was many things, most of them cruel… a kinslayer, some common folks say a madman, many say a cold-blooded killer, a man with a blackened heart and a hunger for blood and violence-- however, aemond one-eye was never one to deny his wife anything, no matter the consequences.

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Imagine way of the house husband but with obey me... That's all I've been thinking about. The amount of chaos and comedy it would produce. And the world building part of it! There is so many aus you could do this with! So many scenarios! If anyone writes something with this or finds something like this tag me please, I want to read it. Might write something like this.

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slut4thebroken · 6 months

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Home Improvements

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Pairing | Emmett x wife!reader

Summary | Emmett does yard work while you’re outside tanning and you (both) get a little needy.

Warnings | Smut, semi public sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, a lil degradation, breeding, slight age gap, they’re so cute it kinda makes me sick lol.

Words | 1.8 k

Notes | I’ve been wanting to write some consensual Emmett stuff for a while so thank you to the anon who sent an ask to @kiss-me-cill-me who ended up tagging me🤭

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(Ignore the fact that idk how lawn mowers work lmaooo)

You were laying down on a lawn chair in your favorite bikini, sunglasses on and book in hand, but you weren’t reading anymore. You were completely focused on Emmett. The top two buttons of his shirt were left open and his already short sleeves were rolled up a little, showing even more of his muscles and tattoo in a way that made your mouth water.

When you noticed he was standing still, you forced yourself to pay attention and realized he was looking at you. “What?” You called out. The engine of the lawn mower was still on, but it was quieter now that he wasn’t moving it.

“I asked if it’s too loud.” Your heart fluttered a little— he’s always so considerate.

“No it’s okay. Thank you for checking though.” You were out here first so of course he wanted to make sure he wasn’t disturbing your tanning/reading time.

You continued watching him. Occasionally he’d stop and remove his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he was getting through it pretty quickly, much to your displeasure.

“Hey, Emmett?” You yelled, hoping he heard you with how far he was. He paused, turning toward you, and when you waved him over, he obeyed instantly.

“Yeah?”

“Aren't you kind of hot? It’s like 80 degrees out today.” You said casually, confusing him.

“A little, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Maybe you should take your shirt off. Feeling the breeze really helps.” You suggested, glancing down at your mostly nude body to show that you weren’t completely bullshitting that excuse. He chuckled quietly and shook his head a little, looking away from you with a small smile.

“Sure, baby.” You knew that he knew exactly what you were doing, but you didn’t care. You got what you wanted and that’s all that matters. He started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, then tossed it onto the second lawn chair. Since he already knew, you decided to close your book and put it on the small table in between both chairs.

“You know, it also might help if you work a little slower too. Going fast means using more effort, and that means getting hotter quicker.” You knew it was grasping at straws and completely cheesy, but he scoffed a laugh and played along.

“Good point. Any other suggestions?”

“None that don’t involve public indecency.” You said teasingly and he chuckled again before walking back over to the lawn mower to continue. You could see now that his torso was glistening with a light sheen of sweat, only getting you more worked up.

There was something so incredibly hot about watching your husband do completely mundane, domestic tasks like mowing the lawn and barbecuing. He also had a really bad habit of doing home self improvements… so at any given time, there was at least one part of the house that was unfinished. The plus side to his love of home diy’s was that he’d build you things for the house, like extra storage in a weird space where nothing could really fit, or a new table after you accidentally spilled paint all over it and couldn’t get it off.

You frowned when he turned the lawn mower off and started walking over to you. “It looks amazing, honey.” You smiled, shamelessly eyeing his body as he sat down on the chair next to yours. You offered him your glass of ice water which he took eagerly, gulping down more than half of it in one go. “You know, I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job.” Honestly, it was more a reward for you being able to sit here for half an hour without jumping his bones.

“You hate when I’m all sweaty.” You could tell that he wanted whatever you were offering though.

“Yeah… but that just gives us an excuse to have round two in the shower.” You smirked and his lips curled up into a small smile.

“Come here.” He said as he laid back in the lawn chair, letting you climb onto his lap. His hands settled on your hips as you took off your glasses and his hat before finally kissing him. Your arms draped over his shoulders, letting you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. When he pulled back, you whined quietly. “I don’t think I can do yard work while you’re tanning anymore. I’ve been hard since I walked out here.” You choked out a laugh, then started grinding on his bulge, making his breath catch in his throat.

“I agree. I’ve been wet since you started mowing.” You leaned down to kiss him again, still grinding your hips, and his hands dragged up your sides to cup your breasts, making you moan quietly. When he pulled your bikini down to rest below them, you let out a gasp that turned into a mewl when he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. “Fuck- Emmett…” You said through a breath, tightening your grip on his hair. “People might see.” Even though you were in the backyard that had a wood fence all the way around the perimeter, there was still a chance.

“Thought you said I deserve a reward.” He grumbled, moving to your other nipple to suck and nip at it teasingly. “And I want to fuck my wife on my own property. I don’t give a shit if someone sees.” You knew that wasn’t true. You’d have to stop him from commiting a felony if someone accidentally saw your body because of how jealous and possessive he could be.

“I’m gonna be pissed if we get in trouble with the HOA.” A few years ago, you never would’ve imagined that you’d be married, living in a suburban house, worried about the HOA. Despite your words, you started snaking your hands down his chest and stomach to his belt. You managed to unbuckle it, even with how close your bodies were, then you opened his pants and took out his cock, stroking him to full hardness.

“Fuck.” He hissed, kissing up your chest to your neck, then sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a mark. “Need you, doll.” He whispered, hips bucking up toward your hand, desperately seeking out your tight, warm cunt. Since you were just as desperate, you quickly pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and sunk down on his cock, making both of you moan. You sat down on him completely, then paused, needing to let yourself adjust.

When his hands snaked around to your back and tugged on the string of your bikini, you gasped and tried to keep the fabric from moving away— at least with it below your breasts, you could quickly cover yourself if needed. Emmett didn’t seem to care about that though as he pulled it over your head then threw it somewhere to the side.

“Fuck..” You said through a breath. The risk was making you infinitely needier and as you continued to get more turned on, you started to care less about someone possibly seeing.

“Come on, baby. Give me my reward.” He gruffed. As if your body was completely under his command, you started rocking your hips, warming yourself up a little. You cried out when he suddenly slapped your ass. “You know what I want.” His voice was much harsher now, making it clear that this was a demand, not a request. So you started bouncing up and down on his lap, forcing moans out of both of you. “That’s it… Be a good little wife and use that greedy cunt to please my cock.” He groaned, slapping your ass again before moving his hands up to grope your tits. You were starting to sweat now as you panted, quickly heating up from the exertion.

Getting bolder, he suddenly reached for the strings on both hips, then quickly pulled to untie them. “Emmett..” You warned— being completely nude was way too risky.

“We can move this to the front yard if you’d prefer.” He threatened, making you falter. When you gave up on trying to stop him, he smirked and removed the fabric, leaving you fully bare. “What would people say, honey?” He murmured mockingly. “If they knew that you liked riding me in public, in broad daylight, without wearing any clothes.”

“Emmett…” You whined, his words making you needier.

“Oh, I know, baby… I know.” He cooed, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek. “You can’t help being a whore, but it’s okay because you’re my whore. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” You mewled, desperately moving your hips, chasing your release.

“Say it.” His hands settled on your hips and he held you still, then started bucking up into you.

“I’m your whore, Emmett.” You whined with a blush. He moved one hand to smack your ass as a warning, then immediately put it back on your hip. “I’m your whore!” You cried out, much louder this time. “Fuck— please make me come.”

“Wait just a little longer, doll, I’m almost there.” He said breathily, tightening his grip on your hips almost painfully and bucking up into you so fast, you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your breasts were moving embarrassingly with how hard he was pounding you, only furthering your humiliation… which only brought you closer to the edge.

“Emmett.. please, I can’t hold it.” You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.

“Go ahead, sweet girl…” He said through a breath. “Come for me.” You reached down to rub your clit and when your orgasm crashed over you, Emmett quickly lifted a hand to cover your mouth, muffling what would’ve been a mix of a scream and a moan. You stared down at him with furrowed brows as your body trembled with each wave of pleasure that rolled through you.

He cursed under his breath when your orgasm made your cunt squeeze his cock almost too tight, sending him over the edge as well. You only had to endure the overstimulation for a few seconds while he continued bucking up into you, riding it out. His grunts and breathy moans were creating a new pool of arousal in your stomach, but he was done before he could get you worked up all over again.

When he relaxed his grip, you accidentally sunk down all the way, making you both wince from the sensitivity. You were still panting and Emmett was in a similar state, but he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck and pulled you down into a kiss anyway. It was short, but still deep and passionate, leaving you even more breathless.

“I’m going to look into building higher walls for the fence so you can start tanning naked.” His lips were curled up into a poorly concealed smirk. “Just so you don’t get tan lines, obviously...” He said coyly, making you laugh.

I think I want to write more for them cause I really like their dynamic so send me some ideas <3

#emmett smut #emmett a quiet place #emmett x you #emmett x reader smut #emmett x reader #cillian murphy #Emmett x wife!reader

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yanderestarangel · 11 months

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★ ⸺ ARRANGED MARRIEGE - FIRST TIME - TOMAS VRBADA X READER

TW: ftm reader, husband x husband, v!sex, blowjob, rough sex, dom!tomas, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, pet names, stable relationship, creampie, breedkink, smut, afab anatomy, horny.

The antipathy that the Grand Master, aka Bi Han, felt towards his own brother, Tomas, was nothing new for anyone in the Lin Kuei clan. What was supposed to be just internal conflicts turned into something bigger, with Bi Han arranging a marriage for the smoke ninja.

And the arranged marriage was with you.

You had been married to him for seven months, he was a good husband even though you had never had sex, he always respected you, defended you from Bi-Han or anyone else. You talked like friends, he always remembered special dates for you or used his money to spoil you, anyone looking from the outside could swear that the two of you were a couple together due to common circumstances.

But you couldn't ignore Tomas's robust muscles, handsome masculine face, blue eyes, and sweet yet dominant air -

It was a hot day, so you decided to just wear an apron to cook and clean the house, watching the sunset enter your house as shared with Tomas, he arrived earlier that day, seeing you there, half naked with just an apron constricting the front part of your body.

"-I apologize for the unexpected arrival, I completed my mission early today." He replied, observing your delicate form, the way your breasts swayed with each movement, the glimpse of your exposed pussy. Vrbada cleared his throat, trying to compose himself and push back the primal desire that had suddenly stirred within him. He walked towards you, his steps determined and controlled, his voice firm but full of desire.

Tomas put down his water bottle and slowly approached you, his eyes never leaving your attractive figure.

"-You are a kind and beautiful person, and I'm lucky to have you as my husband... did you know that?"

His eyes remained on your exposed body, taking in every curve and contour. He moved closer to you, reaching out to gently cup your breast, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. "-Such a handsome boy, I can't contain myself anymore (Y/N)... let me make you feel good." He said softly, his fingers tracing gentle circles around your nipple.

You moaned softly, feeling a rush of desire as his touch sent shivers down your spine. His hand moved lower, sliding over your belly and down towards your exposed pussy. He stopped his hand, looking at you as he saw you sigh, frustrated and full of accumulated lust.

"-On your knees my boy, I need to see you worshiping my cock." You obeyed, the pain of the floor against your knees, he moaned loudly when you took his cock into your mouth. It was a sight to behold. You massaged his cock with your hands as you sucked him, your lips sliding up and down his shaft. Tomas thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth. "-Oh dear is so good." He whispered, his hands tangling in your hair.

"-I want to fuck you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my dick, damn you're so beautiful sucking me like that..." He said, his voice low and husky.

"-Yes, my husband... be careful. I don't want to hurt you." He pushed the sensitive, pulsing shaft further. As you continued to suck his cock, Tomas felt his desire grow stronger, he wanted to feel you around his cock, to feel you come for him. He looked down at you, his blue eyes full of affection and dominance, reveling in the control he had over you in this moment. He could feel his climax building, a primal need to claim you coursing through his veins. You decided to provoke him, push his limits, taking his cock out of your mouth, while hitting the thick shaft on your tongue, he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you slap his cock against your tongue, the sight of your pussy dripping onto the floor only increased his desire, making him want you even more.

He grabbed your hair tightly, pulling you closer as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into your tongue.

"-You're a fucking dirty baby boy... how long have you wanted to be fucked by me like this? Just begging for cock in those tight holes of yours, aren't you?" he growled in a deep voice, slamming into your mouth with his hips, making you moan against the hard, thick flesh of his length - But before he could reach his peak - Tomas pulled away from your mouth, his heavy breathing filling the silence. He wanted to explore every inch of your body, taste your essence and savor the moment. With a quick movement he threw you on the soft sofa in the living room, easily holding your thighs, the apron you were wearing was still on your skin, but it was useless, since you were completely exposed to him.

"-Open your legs wider, my sweet boy. Show me your tight pussy, I want to see it when I fuck you." He forced your thighs to open wider, he knew you were embarrassed but at that moment it didn't matter, not to him. He positioned his cock at your entrance, the head of his cock pushing against your tight pussy.

You moaned loudly as he advanced, feeling the tip of his dick slowly enter you, the ninja couldn't believe how beautiful you looked, your legs shaking and your pussy drooling from simply sucking his dick, it was too much for him to resist - he wanted to be a gentleman, but pretty boys like you took away any sanity or chivalry he had worked on for years - He grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he thrust forward, his cock sliding deeper inside you, you could feel his groin connected with yours, see his abdomen close to your core, as he finally had managed to fully enter you.

"-Atta boy... you're so tight. I can't believe how good this feels Fuck yes..." He said, his eyes locked on yours as he began to fuck you harder, his hips moving in a rhythm that made you moan with pleasure.

"-You like being fucked by your husband, don't you? My husband is just a whore for my cock." He whispered, smiling against you, his voice low and husky as he continued to pound your pussy hard and mercilessly. "-You're my dirty little whore." His hands slid down your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them firmly as he increased the pace of his thrusts, the pleasure grew, his body shaking with the anticipation of release as your walls clenched around him.

"-I need you to scream my name", He ordered, as he growled in pleasure, broken moans coming out of his throat. "-I want everyone to know who brings you pleasure, I'm going to fuck you so hard that I'm going to make you scream for me."

His thrusts became stronger, more desperate, as he lost himself in the pleasure of fucking you, the tight grip of your pussy sent waves of ecstasy through his body. "-You're my husband, my love, my everything." He wanted to cum, to feel yourself around his cock as he came inside you, marking you as his, the veins on his member pulsing in you as he sought support on the couch.

"-I'm going to fucking breed you." Smoke groaned, his eyes locked on yours as he began to cum, feeling the pleasure build inside him until he finally exploded, cumming deep inside your pussy, hot, thick jets, he let out a series of loud sounds that echoed throughout the house and even out, while you milked your husband's cock even more. You moaned softly as he pulled out, feeling the heat and wetness left by his dick, you could feel his cum dripping from your pussy, staring at his muscular and now totally sweaty physique as he leaned in to give you a sweaty kiss on your forehead.

"-I want to make love to you one more time tonight." Tomas declared with conviction, as him connected your foreheads, catching his breath slightly, it was just the beginning and you knew it... maybe an arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad after all.

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aphroditelovesu · 9 months

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Hello. Can you write yandere husband Jaehaerys i Targaryen ?

❝ 🔥 — lady l: I got a little carried away, I'm not going to lie. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 💚

❝tw: none, just fluff and soft!yandere.

❝🔥pairing: yandere!jaehaerys i targaryen x female!reader.

Jaehaerys married you before he became King. He had known you for a long time and your house was noble enough that he could marry you without any problems or many complaints and he did so as soon as you were both old enough to do so. He couldn't wait any longer to have you for himself.

Normally he should marry his sister, but he didn't want to. He wanted you. You had known each other since childhood and Jaehaerys knew that he could not marry any other woman but you. Not when he already loved you from that time. And you were perfect for him, not only was your lineage noble and good but you were good for him.

Jaehaerys had made all the right preparations. He had checked your background and was always meticulous about you. He loved you, but he would be King one day and he needed to be careful about his marriage and his future Queen.

He wanted to establish a bond with you, something emotional so that your marriage didn't depend solely on politics. Jaehaerys used to send you letters, telling you stories about the Targaryens and about him. And in return, you were give him letters about yourself and stories that you read in books.

Once the arrangements were made, he was very satisfied. You could become his wife and he your husband. He was eager for you to officially become his. He couldn't wait to start having children with you.

The wedding was grand, as expected of a future King and you looked absolutely stunning. As a future Queen should be.

Handmade, your dress was made with lush fabrics and intricate details, it exuded an aura of romance and tradition. Delicate embroidery adorned your bodice, reminiscent of the patience and skill of dedicated artisans. Your skirt flowed like a dream, with layers of tulle and lace that danced in the wind, while your train dragged along the floor, leaving a trail of stories of eternal love wherever you went.

The wedding night had been good and pleasant for both parties. Jaehaerys delighted in taking you as his wife, in touching you and giving you pleasure while also hoping to impregnate you. The way his kisses were sweet and his fingers touched you left you breathless.

The marriage with Jaehaerys was pleasant and you learned to love your husband despite his possessive and protective behavior. You assumed this was how a husband who loved his wife was supposed to behave, so you didn't mind. You were happy and your husband seemed perfect.

So kind and passionate, there wasn't a day that went by where he wasn't looking at you with heart eyes, his purple eyes sparkling when you caught him looking at you. He loved it even more when your face was red, not knowing what to do with the looks of your husband. So innocent and so his.

You were spoiled and pampered to no end, he doesn't have any kind of financial care to spoil you, you were his wife, nothing more fair than fulfilling all your desires and whims. Everyone must obey your orders without blinking or they will have to deal with Jaehaerys.

Once he became King and you officially received the title Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, you played a large role in his politics. You presided over his council and gave your opinion, to the chagrin of some lords and the delight of your husband who trusted you completely.

You were not only his wife, someone who was only supposed to bear him children, but also an advisor, a Queen, valued by Jaehaerys, collaborating with him in matters of state and being a shrewd mind behind the important decisions of the realm.

Jaehaerys showed his affection in subtle ways sometimes, such as leaving little surprises for you at unexpected times, like flowers in your chambers or gifts made especially for you, showing his affection in subtle and discreet ways.

You took time to travel together, exploring the lands of the Seven Kingdoms, strengthening your bond not only with each other, but with the other Lords, and creating precious memories outside of royal compromises.

Jaeherys was your perfect husband, he put you above everything else and did whatever you wanted. He loves you deeply and just wants you to be happy. He trusts you like no one else and you have all the power over him. Even more so when you get pregnant with your first child.

You have the King on his knees for you whenever you want. He is yours and you are his. He was always yours.

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vivwritesfics · 10 months

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No Need To Ask

Chapter Eleven - Going Home

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

Warnings: Smut! Cheating!

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Where the fuck was Oscar?

It took four days before Y/N was stomping through Carlos' house, heading towards his office.

It was only recognisable by how heavily it was usually guarded. Not today though.

Pushing up her sleeves, Y/N mustered all of the courage she had and pushed her way into Carlos' office.

"Okay, where the f"

But she stopped in her tracks when she looked at her husband.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Against the desk was a woman, one Y/N recognised to be a member of the kitchen staff. Carlos' eyes snapped towards the door when Y/N walked in. He continued to thrust, his pace bruising as he stared at his wife.

The woman hadn't noticed Y/N as she laid flat on the desk, breasts bouncing with his thrusts.

"Can I help you, Querida?" Carlos asked, his pace never faltering.

The woman let out a particularly loud moan and threw her head back. She must have felt somebody else in the room, because she opened her eyes, seeing Y/N standing there.

"Mi señora! ¡Dios mío, señora mía!" The woman cried as she shuffled back on the desk, pushing Carlos away as she did so.

The woman gathered up her clothes and ran out of the office. Carlos simply pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt, sitting in his desk chair. "Can I help you?" He tried again.

But Y/N was still just standing there, her mouth open in shock. She knew it wasn't a marriage of love, but she never expected this.

When she said nothing, Carlos went back to his paperwork. Like he cared for nothing, he scribbled his signature across papers and dismissed her from the room.

Y/N obeyed. With her fists clenched at her side, she marched out of the office and down the hall, down to her room. Surely this had to be grounds for divorce. Surely this meant she could go home. Surely… Surely…

No. This happened in every Mafia marriage. Unless it was born out of love, the wives were nothing more than ornaments, decorations to make the mafia leaders look better. Carlos cheating on her would only mean something if he really loved her. But he didn’t. Their marriage meant nothing, and she meant nothing.

There wasn’t much that could make things worse for her. She was stuck a house that didn’t feel like her own, surrounded by people that could easily kill her, with a husband that didn’t love her.

But, as life always did, it made things worse. So much fucking worse.

After three hours stewing alone in her room, there was a knock at the door.

“Go away!” Y/N shouted as she turned away from the door. “I don’t want to see you!”

But it wasn’t Carlos that threw open her bedroom door. Señora Sainz, as Y/N was supposed to call her, opened the door. “I have some news for you, Y/N,” she said, letting herself into the room.

“So, what, you’re not going to test me on my Spanish now?” Y/N spat as she looked towards the window.

Señora Sainz shook her head. “It’s about your father.”

Y/N turned towards her. Her tone wasn’t filling Y/N with a lot of confidence. She looked towards her mother in law, her breath hitching. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said and strode forward to wrap her arms around Y/N. “Pack your things, you and Carlos are going home tonight.”

“No,” Y/N said instantly. “I’ll go alone. Carlos doesn’t need this distraction.”

But Carlos had to go. All of the Mafia bosses either had to go or send somebody in their place. Sainz was sending Carlos, since Y/N had to go already.

Silently, she packed her things. There really was no getting away from Carlos.

Before midnight Y/N and Carlos were on the private jet, heading to the UK. They didn’t sit near each other, at least not at first. She made a point of sitting as far away from Carlos as she could. But then, as they got closer and closer to England, Y/N stood.

She stretched her limbs and walked across the plane taking a seat beside Carlos. “This is my fathers funeral,” she said and Carlos looked up at her. “And I don’t want to see you. We’ll have to sit beside each other at the ceremony, but, other than that, I want you to stay away from me.”

Carlos chucked and shook his head. “Querida, you must have realised if I wasn’t fucking you, I’d have to be fucking something else,” he said and crossed one leg over the other.

She ignored it, pushing on. “And, you’re going to tell me what happened to Oscar. I know he’s not in Spain anymore, so you’re going to tell me where he is.”

Again, Carlos shook his head. He stood suddenly, his hands on the arms of Y/N’s seats as he leaned over her. “You’re forgetting who’s in charge here, Señora Sainz,” he growled with a wicked grin.

They didn’t break eye contact. Y/N’s chest was heaving, but she wasn’t going to back down. Not in this rare moment of bravery. “I’d divorce you if I could,” she spat.

Carlos laughed again. He sat back in his seat and let out a laugh. “You know, querida, you are funny. Have you ever heard of a divorce in our world? No? Because they don’t happen. The only way you’re going to leave me is if you’re dead.”

When they touched down in England, it was cold and miserable. But it was always cold and miserable.

Y/N couldn't look at Carlos as they drove back to the house she had grown up in. She kept her focus on the radio. Carlos didn’t try and make conversation, and Y/N was grateful. She couldn’t talk to him at that moment.

When they pulled up at the Norris house, Y/N quickly jumped out of the car. She ran up the steps and through the front door, two men grabbing her arms as soon as she ran through them. But, as soon as she realised who she was, they let go of her.

Leaving Carlos behind, Y/N marched her way through the house. If Lando was going to be anywhere he was going to be in his fathers – no, his office. It was his office now, just as he was head of the family.

He wasn’t Lando anymore. He was Norris.

The office wasn’t guarded like Carlos’s was. Lando didn’t need it. Y/N knocked gently and pushed her way into the office.

As soon as Lando saw his sister, he was on his feet, walking over to her to wrap her in her embrace. No longer was Lando this ruthless guy, not compared to Carlos. Lando squeezed his arms around his sister. “I’m so happy you’re here,” Lando whispered as he kissed the top of her head. “How is married life treating you?”

“Lan, please,” Y/N mumbled, cheek pressed against his jacket. “Dad is dead and the man I’m married to is the last thing I want to talk about,” she answered.

Lando nodded his head. “I’ve had a separate room set up for him,” he said and Y/N thanked him. “Do you know how long you’re staying for?”

“No,” she answered as he sat back behind his desk. Y/N sat in one of the chairs opposite him, not missing the way that Lando tucked his paperwork back into its folder.

“Well, the heads of family are having a meeting at the end of the week, so you and Carlos will have to stay for that,” Lando said, nails drumming against the wood of his desk.

Her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked towards the window behind him. “I don’t want to go back,” she whispered. “Oscar isn’t even there anymore, and I don’t know what to do without him.”

Lando sucked in a breath. “Oscar is… back in Australia. With Mark.”

“What?!” Y/N jumped up out of her seat. “What do you mean Oscar is in Australia? Why is he in Australia?”

“It’s what’s best for his safety.”

“Did he decide this? Or did you decide this?” She asked, hands on the desk as she leaned towards her brother. “Or, better yet, did Carlos decide this?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s happened, and there’s nothing any of us can do about it.”

***

No, Oscar did not decide to go back to Australia. After he’d had the shit beaten out of him by Carlos’s men, he went back to Australia, back to Mark.

He could have gone back to England, could have gone back to the Norris family, but what would Lando do? He was the one who had given his sister away. But Mark, Mark was the most powerful man in Australia. Mark could do something about it.

Oscar hadn’t grown up in a crime family. He’d grown up relatively normally, but when he’d gotten into some trouble as a kid, Mark gave him his only option. To join the Webber family, to train up through the ranks, and then to go off to England to work in a different family. He was meant to be a mole, but the Norris family had nothing to hide, nothing they were keeping from Webber.

But Oscar was assigned to Y/N, to looking out for her, watching over her. When She went off to Spain he went with her, protecting her, watching over her.

Oscar knew how he felt before they went to Spain. He knew how he felt and he could do anything about it. And then he met Carlos. Carlos was terrifying, but Oscar wasn’t scared. He’d dealt with worse than Carlos.

But now he was back in Australia, sat in front of Mark as he went over the blueprints of Carlos’s house. He’d only spent two weeks there, but he’d learnt everything he needed to know. The entrances and exits, where all of the men were stationed and everybody’s schedules.

If anybody could fuck up the Sainz family, it was Oscar.

And that was exactly what he was going to do.

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coral-melon · 2 months

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Introducing your Boyfriend to your Parents!

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Warnings: None hopefully 🤞

Obey me brothers x Reader

No pronouns used

Note: I’m assuming this has been done before but I’ve never got to read one! ;—;

Lucifer

Tf u talkin bout boyfriend?? That’s not boyfriend material, that’s a husband right there.

Probably the one you can trust the most. Probably..

Doesn’t matter what kind of parents you have, this man is literally flawless. In their minds, you’re literally set for life! And with how loving he seems to be with you??? There’s no way they’ll be able to refuse a man like that. Will urge you to seal the deal and marry him already.

He’s so perfect, that your parents might eye you. How’d you meet a man like this?? Seems too good to be true, don’t you think? Did you okay him or somethin? Nah, u don’t got that kind of money to afford a man like that..

Luci’s very persuasive though, there will be absolutely no room for them to doubt. He’s just through like that.

Everything will be fine and dandy as long as your parents don’t say something that he deems as even disrespectful or offensive to you and/or him. Depends on the severity of their words, he’ll mostly resort to passively aggressive comments with a smug look on his face.

He’ll have this need to put them in their place ._ .

If nothing happens, your good! 100% approval!

Mammon

Eesh.. keep a real close eye on this man. "( – ⌓ – )

You’re better off having them meet somewhere that isn’t your house if you don’t want something to go missing. Nah just kidding, he’ll try to be on his best behavior!

Other than that, he’ll be as respectable as possible. Say a couple of awkward stuff here and there out of nervousness or come off as a bit cocky failing miserably. And probably the type to keep talking because of it. He might be rowdy every now and then but it just makes him more endearing.

Him and your dad might have a bit of a playful moment gambling together. Both you and your mom have to make sure it doesn’t get too far.

Definitely very fun to be around. He’s a dork! ^^⸝⸝⸝

Leviathan

That crap is for normies!

If you have strict parents, it’s never happening.. and if not? It took you forever to get to this point.💀

He’s a nervous wreck! Sweating bullets and barely being able to make a coherent conversation. Your parents might ask you if he’s alright..

Imma assume you most likely you have the same interests as him. You’re parents know that he has the same interest as you, they’ll ask him about to to get him to ease up a bit. And damn, he makes a whole 360!

He starts tapping so excitedly for a few long minutes before shutting up out of shear cringe and embarrassment. But if someone else is as much of a geek as he is, there’s nothing stopping him.

A few debates here and there, later on you guys could play some Mario kart or Mario party. Your mom wins.

Satan

For the love of god, Don’t say his name. Call him Stanley or somethin’💀

Another one you can probably trust one.

He’s complete gentleman towards you and your parents and minds his manners. Literally the very definition of what mothers want their child. Such a nice and smart boy to have around!

But same thing with Lucifer, hopefully your parent won’t say anything that irks him the wrong way. He’ll hold his patience for as long as possible but the slightest slander against you will make him lose it.

And if not, then he’s literally the perfect boyfriend you can bring to meet your parents

Imagine tho? Calling him by his actual name. That’s crazy.

100% approval, if he doesn’t get ticked off

Asmodeous

Good vibes only up in this joint! >;D

Don’t be fooled, this guy has a whole scheme up in his sleeves. He’s real good at this. Even the most notorious of serious and strick parents will be swoon by him even without using his abilities. He could probably make them pour their heart out in karaoke if he really wanted to. There’s nothing stopping him💕

Both your parents are gonna he giggling and blushing like on some high school girl type shit.

They may or may not be a couple slips of the tongue with some inappropriate jokes or comments he might tease about. Hopefully your parents aren’t too appalled by it. But there’s genuinely no dull moment with him around, he’s the life of the party!

Beelzebub

The sweetest man ever!! (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) surprise surprise..

Definitely takes everyone by surprise. He’s taller than everyone in your household. Your dad can’t help feel his manhood be a bit threatened by him.. Everyone might be scared at first, but that quickly changes when they realize that he really is as much of a sweetheart as you’ve said.

He’s all about family so meeting your family means the world to him. He’s a bit quiet but he respectfully talks to your parents when they ask him something. (Speaks when spoken to.)

Whoever cooked the meal will not be disappointed by him, not when he has such a blissful expression with every bite he’s taking. So eager too, not wasting anything and asking for more. There won’t definitely be any leftover with him around. He’s a growing boy!~

I’d be funny if someone in the family challenged him to arm wrest. He wouldn’t move an inch, just ever so slowly and gently pin their arm down. If your grandma’s around, she’d have no shame in gawking and touching his arms.😂 could be ur mom too

Belphegor

‘Scuse me? Him? Σ(⁰ . ⁰ ꪱꪱꪱ)!?!?...

No offense to any of y’all. But this is probably the worst and stupidest choice you’ve ever made.💀🫶

You must’ve and better be on his ass if you really want him to meet your parents. He’d probably forget that he was gonna supposed to be meeting your parents.

Very likely to accidentally bonk his head against the table while in a conversation. Is he okay?? He’ll lift his head up and keep talking to them as if nothing happened.

Honestly, I don’t see how it could work..

20% chance of approval💀

((If y’all got an idea of how that would go, lemme know! I’d like to know what’s your headcanon of the situation!))

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It’s been so long since I’ve last written cuz of college! So I hope this didn’t suck. Omg never again am I taking summer classes, stupidest shit I’ve ever done ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡

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yourmomsawh0r3 · 2 months

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Mirror

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f! reader

summary: Y/N delights in showing Benedict her new gowns, leading to an intimate and passionate evening.

warning: 18+, sexual content

Madam Delacroix’s boutique was a whirlwind of silks and lace as Y/N perused the new gowns for the upcoming season. The air buzzed with excitement as the French modiste personally attended to her, offering opinions and making adjustments to ensure the perfect fit. After several hours, Y/N left the shop with an array of stunning dresses, each one carefully wrapped and ready to be admired.

Upon returning to Bridgerton House, Y/N could scarcely contain her eagerness to present her selections to her husband, Benedict. She found him in the library, engrossed in a sketch. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and he set aside his pencil immediately.

“Darling, you have returned,” Benedict said, his smile widening as he stood to greet her.

“Yes, and I have something to show you,” Y/N replied, excitement evident in her voice.

They made their way to their bedchamber, where Y/N began to unveil the dresses one by one. Benedict watched attentively, offering compliments and admiring each gown. But when Y/N held up the navy blue dress, his breath caught in his throat.

“Try this one on,” he suggested, his voice low and thick with anticipation.

Y/N smiled, sensing the change in his demeanor. She slipped into the dress and stepped in front of the mirror. The navy blue fabric hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her glowing complexion. The neckline framed her beautifully, making her breasts sit just right in the dress. Benedict could not take his eyes off her.

“You look… stunning,” he murmured, his gaze darkening with desire.

Y/N turned to face him, her cheeks flushing under his intense scrutiny. “Do you truly like it?”

“Like it?” he repeated, stepping closer until he was inches away. “I love it. You look absolutely divine.”

His hands found her waist, pulling her against him. “You drive me wild, my love. I cannot take my eyes off you.”

She shivered at his words, feeling his breath hot against her ear. “Benedict…”

“Turn around,” he whispered, guiding her to face the mirror.

Y/N obeyed, her pulse quickening as she met his gaze in the reflection. Benedict’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves accentuated by the dress. He pressed a kiss to her neck, his lips trailing fire along her skin.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky. “I want you to see what I see.”

His hands slipped under the fabric, lifting the hem of the dress slowly. Y/N gasped as his fingers brushed against her thighs, his touch igniting a burning need within her. Benedict’s eyes never left hers in the mirror, his expression one of pure, unrestrained desire.

“Benedict, please…” she begged, her voice trembling.

He smirked, his hands moving higher. “I wish to make you feel as beautiful as you look.”

In one swift motion, he had her dress bunched around her waist, his fingers slipping between her thighs. Y/N’s breath hitched as he found her most sensitive spot, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her.

“Watch yourself,” he commanded softly. “See how beautiful you are when you come apart.”

Y/N’s eyes remained locked on the mirror, her body arching into his touch. Benedict knelt behind her, his lips trailing kisses along her thighs before settling between her legs. His tongue teased her, eliciting a moan from deep within her chest.

“Benedict…” she whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the vanity for support.

He responded with a growl, his mouth working her skillfully. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Just as she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled away, leaving her gasping.

“Not yet,” he murmured, standing and turning her to face him. “I want to see you come undone while I am inside you.”

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the mirror. Y/N’s eyes flew open, meeting his intense gaze as he entered her slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement drawing them closer to the brink.

“Look at us,” Benedict whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Look at how beautiful you are.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked to the mirror, her reflection showing a woman lost in pleasure, held securely in the arms of the man she loved. Benedict’s eyes were dark with passion, his every thrust bringing them closer to release.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice strained.

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

With a final, powerful thrust, they both shattered, their cries echoing through the room. Benedict held her tightly, his forehead resting against hers as they came down from their high.

“You are always beautiful to me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “But seeing you like this, it is beyond words.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love and contentment. “And you, my dear husband, make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”

As they slowly returned to reality, Y/N reluctantly disentangled herself from Benedict’s embrace. They shared a tender kiss, their lips still tingling from the passion they had just shared. Benedict helped her adjust the navy blue dress back into place, his fingers lingering on her skin as he did.

“We should head down to dinner,” Y/N said softly, though a part of her wished they could stay in their intimate bubble forever.

Benedict smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Yes, but not before one more thing.”

He guided her to the bed and gently helped her out of the dress, laying it carefully aside. Y/N shivered as he caressed her thighs, spreading her legs slightly. He reached for a soft towel, cleaning her tenderly before scooping up his seed and pushing it back inside her.

“Benedict!” Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

He looked up at her, his gaze smoldering. “I want you to remember this moment all through dinner. To feel me inside you, even when we are surrounded by family.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she nodded, speechless. Benedict helped her into a more modest dinner dress, his hands lingering on her waist before leading her downstairs.

The dining room was filled with the usual lively chatter of the Bridgerton family. Benedict and Y/N took their seats, sharing a secret smile. Throughout the meal, Y/N could not help but be acutely aware of the warmth and fullness within her, a delicious reminder of their earlier passion.

Benedict occasionally brushed his fingers against hers, his eyes filled with unspoken promises. Every touch, every glance sent a thrill through Y/N, making her pulse quicken. She could barely focus on the conversation around her, her mind constantly drifting back to the feeling of Benedict’s hands and lips on her body.

As the meal progressed, Y/N shifted slightly in her seat, feeling the subtle drip of Benedict’s seed inside her. It was a heady sensation, a secret only they shared amidst the bustling family dinner.

Benedict leaned over, his lips brushing against her ear. “How are you feeling, my love?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing. “I feel… wonderful.”

“Good,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “Because after dinner, I plan to show you just how much more I can make you feel.”

Y/N bit her lip, a wave of desire washing over her. She managed to maintain her composure through the rest of the meal, though her mind was already racing ahead to what awaited them.

As the family began to disperse, Benedict took her hand, leading her back upstairs. Once inside their bedroom, he closed the door behind them, turning to her with a look of pure, unrestrained hunger.

“Now, let us see how much more pleasure we can find together,” he murmured, his hands already working to undress her.

Y/N’s heart pounded in anticipation, knowing that this night was far from over. With Benedict, every moment was an adventure, and she was ready to explore every bit of passion they could discover together in hopes to create an heir.

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