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eternalsams · 11 months

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Cherry Pie ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

content/warning: 18+, smut, fwb situation, swearing, alcohol consumption, boys will be boys, 'love' confession, just a bit of angst, no use of Y/N, pet names like "honey" or "sweets", COMMUNICATION IS KEY.

summary: You just moved in San Diego and you needed help with all the boxes and furniture. Naturally, you called Jake to give you a hand and that's it, right?

words count: 2.0k

notes: this is my contribution to @roosterforme's Rocktober playlist, just as asked, the fic is inspired by the song but you don't need to know it to read this, obviously... Also, English isn't my first language so please take that into your consideration. (I've spent the whole day writing this because I knew I'd never get it done before the end of October)

ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS

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"Oh, by the way, didn't you tell us one of your friends just moved here?" Rooster said as his eyes were fixed on the pool table where they were playing. Jake scoffed and sighed, trying to suppress the smile creeping up on his lips. "Oh yeah, you said that! What was her name again?" Fanboy pointed out with a light smirk. Jake was about to answer him when Payback clapped his hand on his shoulder, stopping him on his track. "Bagman's got a female friend? I don't believe it!" He laughed loudly. "I do have a female friend, I'm not that big of an jerk." Jake got up and slapped his hand flat on the table.

"We're still friends, huh?" You asked as his lips made their way down the column of your neck. Another moan escaped your lips as you felt his teeth nibble at the sensitive skin. "Yeah, yeah... Still friends." He muttered before slipping his hands under your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips found yours once again and he didn't wait another second before slipping his tongue between your lips and tasting you. "I called you so you could help me unpack." You scolded him as your hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and in one movement, the garment was on the floor of your new kitchen. "Oh, sure, sure... Let me just...unwrap this first." He said as he unzipped your jeans and slid them down your thighs, revealing your lace panties. You chuckled and he put you up the counter before kneeling down in front of you, between your parted legs. He started kissing your left ankle, then your calf and he pecked kisses up your thigh until he reached your soaking underwear. "You're so pretty, why did I wait this long?" He murmured, mouthing at your clothed core. "Fuck..." You moaned as you hooked your legs around his head. Your fingers gripped his hair tight as he slipped your panties to the side and he licked your wet folds before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, hard.

Everyone looked at Jake with raised eyebrows, not believing a single one of his words. Rooster was the first one to crack up and laugh. "Yeah, right. And I'm the frickin' Queen of England." Jake groaned and looked away, trying to hold himself back from punching his wingman in the face. "Excuse us for not believing you, but we only know you as a ladies' man. In front of 'womanizer' in a dictionary, there's your picture, man." Javy chuckled before taking a sip of his drink and adding something. "Also, shouldn't I know about her if she's as dear as you say?" Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at the front doors another time, checking if you've arrived. "She's from my home town, we met in college and she just accepted a very nice job here. She's not here for me, she's here for work, we're just lucky we're in the same area for once since college." He cleared his throat and checked his phone for any signs of you. "Sounds like a romantic tragedy." Phoenix commented, noticing the longing look on his face as he checked his texts. "No, we're not like that. We're friends, remember? Just friends."

"To friends. And to a new life in California." You said as you held your glass of champagne high. "To all of that." Jake chuckled before taking a sip of the alcohol, not breaking the eye contact with you. You just finished unpacking everything for your living room. You still needed to finish your room and the bathroom but the biggest part was done. "Oh, wait!" You put down your glass and went to the kitchen, getting a little basket of fresh cherries. You took two peers and gently put them in both your glasses, turning the simple champagne into fancy home-made cocktails. "Champagne with cherries? That's weird." Jake laughed and grabbed his cherries before putting one in his mouth, pulling on the stem to detach it. "Maybe, but it's really good." You chuckled and did the same, staring into his eyes. "It shouldn't surprise me that the first things you have in your fridge are cherries. You've always loved them." He spat back the cherry stone and took a sip of his drink.

"You wanna see something cool?" You asked and he simply nodded, eating his second cherry. You grabbed his stem and pulled on it before putting it on your tongue and closing your mouth. Jake watched you carefully, mesmerized by you. You then grinned and pushed the, now knotted, stem between your teeth. "Holy shit..." Jake scoffed, grabbing the stem but you bit down on it to keep it in your mouth. His gaze went up to your eyes and he saw that special spark in them. He delicately removed the stem from your mouth and traced your lips with his thumb before slowly pushing it between them. Your tongue gently licked his finger and you took a bit more of it in your mouth, sucking softly. "Shit, honey..." Jake rasped. He then felt your tongue circle his thumb before you sucked a bit more and he could feel his cock harden in his pants. He adjusted himself in his seat and you chuckled, releasing his thumb and gently kissing the pulp of it. Jake moistened his lips and wrapped his hand around your neck to draw you closer to him. He crashed his lips on yours and immediately parted your lips to slide his tongue in your mouth. He could taste the cherry on your tongue and swore he could never get tired of your taste.

"Hey Penny Dear, could you get a Cherry Bomb ready for my friend. She's gonna be there soon. Put it on my tab." He softly tapped the counter before turning to the front doors. He couldn't wait to see you walk past those doors, as if he didn't see you the night before. As if he didn't feel your walls flutter around him as he brought you to your fourth climax of the night. He snapped back to reality when a hand landed on his shoulder. Javy sighed next to him and followed his gaze to the doors. "So... You're gonna tell me when you're gonna ask that girl out?" He then took a sip of his beer. "Never, it's not like that." Jake grumbled as his phone vibrated in his pocket. "Oh, I can see that it is". He chuckled without noticing Jake wasn't listening anymore. The blond pilot was frenetically typing on his phone, answering your text and telling you where to find him in the bar. The next thing he heard was the front door opening and your heels clicking on the floor. He raised his head and grinned when he caught your gaze through the crowd. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and made his way to you. "Not like that, my ass." Javy scoffed and gave back his empty beer to Penny who thanked him and went to another patron.

"You made it!" Jake exclaimed as he approached you. "I made it!" You laughed and hugged him tight. "Come on, I ordered your favorite already." He kissed the top of your head and led you to the counter where Penny introduced herself and gave you your drink with a wink. Not so far, Phoenix and Rooster were watching you both with frowns. "Are they dating? They look like they're dating." The woman asked her friend. "I don't know if they're official but they definitely like each other." They both straightened up when they saw you walking to them, Jake's arm around you and leading you. The pilot introduced you and you shook hands with all of them. "We've heard a lot about you." The man called Payback smiled at you and you grinned widely. "Jake talks about me?" You chuckled and turned to your friend who winced. "But we didn't believe him when he said he had a female friend." Fanboy chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. "A bit of a ladies' man, isn't he?" You laughed, giving a light slap to Jake's ass who then glared down at you. You chuckled a bit more and took a sip of your drink, the cherry flavor invading your taste buds. You grabbed the cherry on top and bit it, detaching the stem and keeping it in your hand.

The conversation went on and when you stood up, calling for a bathroom break, Jake only noticed now the knotted stem in your empty glass. He picked it up and made it twirl between his fingers. "She did that?" Javy scoffed, looking at the stem in his friend's hand. "Yup. With her tongue." Jake chuckled slightly before dropping the stem back in your glass. "Come on, man. I know you said you're not dating but the tension between you is too strong for friends. Are you hooking up with her?" Rooster leaned over the table as he lowered his voice a bit. "I am not. We're friends and that's it. She's just like that, all clingy and shit. Always have been." Jake gave his friends a little smile before he felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'm a bit tired from work, I'm going home sooner than expected." Your voice surprised him and he hoped you hadn't heard what he said just before. Because if one of you was clingy, it was certainly him. "Do you want me to walk you back to your car?" He asked, standing up. "I'd love to." You smiled at him and said bye to everyone before you waited for Jake to pay his tab and join you outside.

When he passed the doors, you wrapped your arm around his and you two walked silently. "Can I ask you a question?" You asked hesitantly. "Always. Tell me." Jake's other hand stroked your arm soothingly. "Are you ashamed of our...relationship? I heard what you said and I didn't really like it." Jake slightly winced at your words and as he thought you would let his arm go, you didn't do such. You kept him as close as before. "I'm not...ashamed. They just... They spent the whole afternoon teasing me about you, asking if we were dating and talking badly of me. I just wanted to shut them up." He tried to explain and you stayed silent, that wasn't really you. "Are you mad?" He then asked when he saw your car in the parking lot, scared you might leave without giving him a second glance. "I'm not. They're your friends, you know how to handle them. I believe you when you say you're not ashamed of me." You squeezed yourself against his arm. "How could I ever be ashamed of you, Sweets? You're amazing, honestly you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." You laughed at his words and dug into your purse to grab your car key. "The best thing, huh?" You smirked and looked up at him. "The best of the best." He nodded, sliding his hands on your waist. "Then you wouldn't mind picking me up tomorrow at seven? I saw a nice restaurant I wanted to try with you." He was surprised of your boldness but didn't complain. "Like...like a date?" He asked for confirmation and you smiled a bit more. "Like a date." He quickly looked away to hide his excitement but you noticed his blushing cheeks. "I wouldn't mind at all picking you up and taking you on a date. Would you allow me to kiss you before I let you go home?" He lowered his voice, as if he was scared someone else might hear how sweet and loving he was for you. You nodded eagerly and grabbed him by the neck before colliding your lips with his and swiping your tongue over his lips. And just as always, he could taste the cherry on your tongue and he loved every bit of it.

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murdockparker · 5 months

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Promises, Promises

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Five years is a long time to be together, Peter knew that. Peter also knew that everything was expensive—but he had an idea. A little juvenile, sure, but it was an idea regardless.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of sex (no smut), reader is a nerd, Star Wars hot take?

A/N: I haven't written for Peter in a hot second, but I'm glad to get back into the swing of things ;) i'll see myself out now

An old pop song blasted through the small shop, possibly from the eighties or nineties, it was hard to decipher, given that the boombox playing the song was probably older than she was.

“Do you need more toilet paper?” She asked across the aisle, hoping someone would answer back—a certain someone in particular.

“Nah,” she could see a mop of brown shake from over the packages, “I just bought some last week.”

“Peter, if you’re lying to me and you’re out of toilet paper again I swear on all that is holy—”

“Babe,” Peter said softly, peaking around the corner, “trust me. It’s not gonna be like last time.”

“Oh? You mean the time I was stranded on your toilet while you ran out to buy some more?” She nearly had laughed at the memory, but decided against it, having far more fun antagonizing her boyfriend. “That last time?”

He went positively crimson, from his neck to his ears. He always looked good in red, she thought, but she liked this red the best. “I am one thousand percent positive—I think I still have the receipt in my back pocket.”

“You said you bought some last week though? You haven’t washed those jeans yet?”

Peter shrugged. “I haven’t worn these that many times since last week…”

She laughed at that, pulling a bag of chips off of the shelf. Changing her mind, she pulled another as well—her favorite and his favorite. “Okay pretty boy, I believe you. I also believe we’ll be making a stop to the laundromat tonight, too.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?” Peter groaned, grabbing the snacks from her and holding them close. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“Obviously you haven’t been in the mood for a week,” she rolled her eyes. “But sure, we can go tomorrow. Tonight, we feast like twelve year olds and binge our favorite movies.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Peter sighed, leaning up against the shelf, eyes locked on her. “A pretty girl willing to watch Star Wars, eat cheese puffs and date me?”

“Don’t forget the hot, hot sex you’ll have with the pretty girl after,” she winked, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Speaking of—”

“Restocked those too,” Peter said proudly. “Bought them with the toilet paper—could show you the receipt if you want. Bet you’re glad I held onto it, right?”

She pushed him away, her nose scrunched up in disgust. “I take the offer of sex back, I’m still not over those dirty jeans.”

“I’ll shower!”

“Just buy the snacks,” she laughed, shoving him towards the cashier. “I’ll rethink my offer in the meantime.”

“Aye aye, boss,” Peter saluted, turning hot on his heels to the front. She couldn’t help but smile, watching him laugh with the bodega owner, pulling crumpled bills out of his pockets and pressing them against the counter. There was hardly anything that Peter Parker could do that she didn’t find endearing—find something to smile about.

“Local news tonight, late last night in Manhattan, our favorite web slinger was seen assisting with directing traffic during the power surge,” a reporter on the T.V. in the corner of the store announced, the screen showed Spider-Man waving traffic along, webbing a car to stop before it crashed into another oncoming vehicle. “Local authorities showed up minutes later to take over, sans-webs.”

“Huh,” she clicked, feeling her smile grow wider. “He's been spending time in Manhattan?”

“Spider-Man gets around town,” Peter shrugged, finally returning beside his girlfriend, their purchases in white plastic bags. “Can’t always stay in Queens, can he?”

“Helps if Spider-Man goes to school in Manhattan, no?” She teased quietly, elbowing Peter lovingly.

“He had time after class,” his voice matched her own, low and slow, opening the door and finally walking out onto the street. “What? Was he expected to let everyone crash their cars while the stoplights went out?”

“No,” she hummed, noticing quickly how Peter took the outside of their strides, closest to the street. He always did that. The notion warmed her heart, the feeling flooding to her toes. “Good thing he was there to help out. I’m sure the police were thankful.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay,” she conceded, head falling onto his shoulder. “Yeah, that was dumb to say.”

The rest of the walk was silent, as silent as it could get in New York City, anyhow. Comfortable, the beats of the city passing by with every step towards Peter’s apartment, hands intertwined with the other. Occasionally, he’d tug her back and stop her from stepping into the street, clearly knowing she’s not paying attention to the changing pedestrian signs. She’d squeeze his hand back in thanks.

“Have you thought more about moving in?” Peter asked, trying his best to unlock the door to his apartment, wrists heavy from the bags. “Y’know, I’m sure I can get you added to the lease if I asked.”

“Thought about it,” she hummed, gently taking the bags from him. “I just… your place is a bit small.”

“What?” He scoffed, finally pushing the door open and allowing her to enter. “You’re saying this luxurious suite is too small?”

It was comical, the timing of his statement. She could hardly turn her neck and she’d get a full view of Peter’s apartment—minus the bathroom. He could only afford a studio, and even then it was bursting at the seams, with all of his school work, his work work and his ‘unofficial’ work work, the place was a mess. He tried his best to keep it tidy, he really did. It was never filthy, just overrun by stuff.

“Babe, you’re growing out of your own space,” she laughed, double checking she locked the door behind them—it had a habit of sticking. “How’d you think I’d fit in here?”

“Preferably on my lap, or in my bed,” he smirked. “But… yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a little cramped.”

“It’s not that I don’t love you, or love spending time here,” (Y/N) clarified. “Hell, you’d think after all these years I’d have moved on if that was the case.”

“Has it been that long?” He asked rhetorically, opening the bags in the kitchen—if you could call it that.

“I won’t even pretend to act insulted you’ve forgotten how long we’ve been together, Parker.”

“Time flies when you’re in love,” Peter nearly sings. “Five years is a long time, feels like just yesterday I was nervously asking you out.”

“I asked you out,” she corrected. “I know, I know, five years and a hell of a lot of brain damage from crime fighting can make you misremember—”

“No way,” he scoffed. “I distinctly remember sliding a note in your locker between classes. Super cute, very sappy, I might add.”

She hopped up on his counter, with what little space he had free, anyway. “Did you? You seem to be forgetting how I pulled you aside after science class and, very confidently, I might add, asked you out for milkshakes after school.”

“That was the day I left you the note,” Peter blinked. “I just assumed you read it and were moving the process along.”

“Wait,” she barked a laugh. “I thought you left the note after I asked you out?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’. “Left it for you that morning, chemistry wasn’t until after lunch.”

“Huh,” she breathed, shoulders deflating. “I guess we both asked each other out on the same day.”

“Can’t believe it took us five years to figure that out,” Peter laughed, patting her thigh.

“Knowing us? I’m surprised it didn’t take us ten.”

Ten years.

Ten years with her.

The thought alone made Peter buzz with happiness.

“We’re both pretty smart people,” Peter squeaked out, fighting his own body, hoping and praying a childish blush won’t give him away. “We would’ve figured it out before then.”

“I dunno, seems unlikely,” she opened a bag of chips, impatient to start their evening. “What are we starting with tonight? Phantom Menace?”

“We started with Phantom Menace last time, chronological order,” he scrunched his nose. “I think we should go by release order this weekend, just to shake things up.”

“Okay, nerd,” she said, her voice filled with affection. Hopping off the counter, she walked towards his couch. “I’ll go get A New Hope set up, then. You plate the snacks.”

“I’ll pull out my finest china,” Peter said. He opened the cabinets to find two bowls, one for each of the bags of chips. They were mismatched and two totally different sizes, but they were free from the old neighbors, so he made do.

“Y’know, I don’t think the debate between release order versus chronological order is all that great,” (Y/N) said, mostly to herself. “I mean, there’s a thousand other things Star Wars fans can get caught up in arms in, but the order in which to watch the movies? Oh no, someone man the Reddit boards! What a crock of shit. It doesn’t matter anyway, they’re all good movies.”

He chuckled, clearly amused by his girlfriend’s rant. “All of them? That’s a controversial opinion.”

“If I had a good time watching it, it was a good movie,” (Y/N) said simply. “Not everyone’s a critic.”

“Clearly.”

“Do you not agree?”

“I agreed the last time we had this conversation,” Peter droned, though not bored in the slightest. “Though, I will admit, I was perhaps a bit distracted, on account of your nakedness.”

“Our pillow talk gets heated,” she said, no hint of shame in her voice. “Only intellectual conversations afterwards, to ground us and all after… everything.”

“Because the sex is that good?”

“Because the sex is that good,” she agreed.

“Maybe I should plan that shower soon,” he grinned, walking over to his loving girlfriend. “Delay our marathon…”

“I didn’t walk all the way here just for sex, you know,” (Y/N) hummed, the couch shifting at Peter’s added weight. “An added bonus, for sure, but I came here to pig out and watch silly little movies set in space with my pretty boyfriend.”

“Pretty boyfriend?”

“The prettiest,” she giggled, slipping a kiss to the tip of his nose. It’s not her fault he has such a kissable face—lips, cheeks, nose, wherever. “Big doe eyes, loads of freckles, smoochy cheeks—”

“Which ones?”

A pillow—one she had bought him months ago—met his face with a quick thump. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly smoochable,” Peter giggled, feeling lighter than air. “You said so yourself.”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice all thick and lovey, “I know.”

Peter looked at her like she held the world in her hands, sitting beside him on his old couch—one that they had both moved up the stairs together two years ago—he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Everything was right in the world, everything was right in his heart.

“Are you gonna press play?”

He shook his head a bit, dumping his lovesick thoughts out of his ears. “Oh! Yeah, right. The movie.”

She pulled a blanket up on them, snuggling closer to Peter as the opening fanfare begun to play. With the text scrolling on the screen, one he hardly needed to read to know what it said given his near-memorization of the film, he felt at peace.

—

Mindlessly scrolling on his phone, it was usually how he spent his mornings, to wake himself up. He knew about the studies with blue light and stimulation of that sort of activity and wakefulness—having heard it enough from the party beside him, but he didn’t seem to care.

Apartment listings.

She was right, his studio was too small for the both of them, and it was only fitting if they were going to start a life together—living with one another—that they had ample space. Besides, they were graduating within the year anyhow, so location wasn’t terribly important. In the city would be nice, given his… other occupation, but he could get used to living outside of Manhattan again. It was quieter, usually, and only by a small percent. Cheaper, too. Thank God for his scholarships, he wouldn’t have made it very far without them.

She stirred next to him, pulling his comforter mostly off of him. He didn’t need it right now, anyway. Not when she was sleeping so soundly. He craved these weekends, when they both had a break from school and work—most of the time anyway. Peter Parker knew in his heart of hearts that he needed this every day. Perhaps forever.

Forever.

That seemed so out of reach five years ago, but now? Peter simply couldn’t see a life without her in it. With their hectic schedules, his being all-encompassing, marriage was out of the question, at least for a few years. That’s why the apartment was so important to him, a piece of forever within their grasp.

“Maybe…” Peter sighed, clicking his phone off, afraid to breathe louder than necessary.

She didn’t seem to wake, anyhow.

—

“Why do weekends here go by so fast?”

“At the laundromat?”

(Y/N) gave him a knowing glance. “Yes, Pete, weekends fly by here at the laundromat.”

“Come on,” Peter laughed, stacking his jeans—fresh out of the dryer. “It’s not so bad. They have those magazines you like.”

“Magazines from years ago—”

“There was that one from the eighties you found two months ago,” Peter pointed. “Stuck under one of the dryers?”

She smiled at the memory. “True. That was kinda fun. Seeing all the dated hairstyles and outfits was a treat. But you knew what I meant, use that big brain of yours.”

“It probably has something to do with the fact we like spending time with one another,” Peter began, patting the top of his laundry pile. “Y’know, makes the time go by faster.”

“Maybe,” she sighed. “I mean, logically, that’s probably the answer.”

“Logically? As opposed to illogically?”

“I could shove a sock down your throat right now, Parker,” she said seriously, holding up a balled up blue sock of his. “No one here would stop me. So cut it out with the smart ass-ness.”

Peter snorted a laugh. “Such a scary girlfriend I have, threatening me with socks.”

“Maybe instead of kryptonite like Superman, your weakness is socks? I need to capitalize on that venture before anyone else does,” she said, throwing the sock into the laundry basket. “Once I crack that code, I can sell it to all the big baddies of New York.”

“And maybe with all of the money you make, we could invest in a place for us,” Peter said.

“A house on the water,” she said dreamily. “Four bedrooms, an office—maybe one for both of us? Oh! An open kitchen sounds nice too, one with stone counters and fancy wood cabinets—real wood, not particle board. One of those farmhouse sinks?”

“If you share Spider-Man’s one weakness to all the big baddies of New York, don’t you think you’d have a hard time sharing a life with him after?” Peter asked, the sounds of the machines drowning out their conversation well enough. They practically had the whole place to themselves anyway, it seemed safe enough to talk about. “You know, considering that the spider is likely dead?”

“Hm…” she tapped her chin. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“We could start with an apartment, first,” Peter chuckled, throwing bits of his laundry basket into the washer. “I was looking at listings—”

“I thought you wanted me to move into your place?”

“We need a place of our own,” Peter said. “You were right, my studio isn’t going to cut it, and I want to spend more time together. Our weekends are the best time of the week, and any night I spend with you is a night where I actually get some semblance of sleep—for the most part, anyway.”

The entire laundromat lit up, Peter was certain her smile was the culprit.

“You were looking at listings?” She asked shyly, digging through the basket to help Peter load the washer.

“Most of it was out of our budget,” he admitted, “but it was a start.”

She hummed in agreement. “We’ll look together tonight, then.”

“Sounds perfect,” Peter grinned. “Oh! Could you double check my pockets? I keep forgetting change and stuff in them.”

“What about old receipts?” (Y/N) giggled, obliging to his request. She pulled a pair of khakis out of the basket, gingerly fishing her hand in the pockets. “I think I’m entitled to any change I find, Parker.”

“You can have whatever you find,” Peter agreed, his voice a little shaky.

Turning the back pockets inside out, she found nothing in the first pair, throwing it unceremoniously into the washer. With a bit more haste, she rifled through the second pair—the pair she had bought him a while back. Her fingers came across something round and cool. Change, it had to be.

“I think I just became twenty five cents richer,” she laughed, pulling the item out of the pocket, expecting a quarter. Instead, it was a smooth ring, delicate and without any stones, but still elegant. “What…?”

“It’s not a house on the water,” Peter started, looking down at the ring in her hands. “It’s also not a new apartment, but it’s a start, right?”

“Peter Parker, if you’re proposing to me in a laundromat—”

“It’s also not a proposal,” he corrected, “I’m gonna get you a better ring for that, I promise. Besides, it’s not very romantic here, is it?”

She looked up at him, his eyes staring into her own. Big and beautiful, that’s what she always thought of his eyes. Like they held the answer to every question in the universe, and in a way, they did. “It’s a promise ring?”

He shrugged, his ears growing a bit pink. “When you say it like that it sounds a little… middle school, but in a way, yeah, it is a promise ring.”

“Girls my age are expecting engagement rings,” she said, looking back down at the ring in her hand. It was her size, she didn’t even need to try it on to know it. How did he figure out her ring size?

“I promise baby,” Peter stepped towards her, grabbing her hand, closing her fingers around the ring. “I’m gonna get you that ring. I just thought it’d be nice to have something to wear on your finger in the meantime—before we do real adult things like move in together. A-and this way, you can help me pick out your real engagement ring! I have a really good idea of what you like, but I don’t ever want you to look down at your hand and thing ‘man, I wish Peter chose this instead of this’, you know?”

“Honey,” (Y/N) said, looking back up at him. “You’re rambling.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m nervous.”

She chuckled. “How do you expect yourself to actually propose if you can hardly give me a promise ring?”

“Hadn’t thought that far,” Peter shook his head. “But it’s for you, I’m willing to do anything for you.”

He meant that.

She knew he meant that.

“Am I supposed to put it on myself?”

Peter quickly scrambled to open her hand to grab the ring from her, nearly dropping the thing. “You want to wear it?”

“My boyfriend got me a pre-engagement ring,” she nearly rolled her eyes. “You expect me not to wear it?”

He pushed the ring onto her left hand, fourth finger. Peter gently lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lovingly. “I promise, you’ll get a better ring from me one day. S-soon! Like, as soon as I have the money, I swear to it, honestly.”

“Pete,” she placed her now-ring-clad hand on his face.

“Right,” his shoulders deflated, “rambling. Sorry.”

She kissed his cheek. “It’s all very sweet and very you, Peter Parker. I love it.”

A dryer alarm buzzed, startling the both of them. “You do?”

“Well, I love you, and that’s enough,” (Y/N) smiled. “Besides, I like the idea of wearing a ring you got me—and the idea of helping you pick out the real thing? That basically sold the idea for me.”

“You’d say yes if I asked?”

“I agreed to your pre-engagement engagement ring, did I not? You’re not losing me that easily, Peter. I’m gonna hold out for the real thing.”

“We’ll go ring shopping as soon as we find a place,” Peter said seriously. “Move in, graduate, all that.”

“You’ve thought this through.”

“A lot,” Peter agreed. “Sometimes it helps to fill the time when I’m swinging around town. I usually am thinking about you, anyway, anytime of day.”

“That’s so crazy,” she said, voice teetering on sarcastic. “Because I’m usually thinking about you, too.”

“Pretty crazy,” he smiled, pulling her into him. With careful hands, he lifted her face towards his, a silent invitation. One she was more than happy to respond to.

Kissing Peter Parker was one of life’s greatest pleasures, she was sure of it. Granted, she had really never kissed anyone else, high school sweethearts and all of that, but she knew it really couldn’t get better than this. The slightly chapped kisses, the way he would lick his lips when they parted, how he would nip at her bottom lip in protest if she thought about stopping the kiss too soon—it was all perfect. Of course, kissing in a slightly shady laundromat was a bit of a turn off.

“Pete,” she said, pulling back.

“Can I not kiss my girlfriend?” He nearly begged, holding her against him a bit tighter.

“I can’t be your girlfriend,” she said seriously. “I mean, not with this flashy new ring and all—seems a bit juvenile with that title, no?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Partners,” she shrugged, feeling him pepper kisses against her cheek, her nose. “It seems more grown up, anyway. Now, when I go into class or work and they comment on my ring I can say, ‘oh, my partner got me that’.”

“Babe, I’m your partner in anything,” he laughed, pressing his forehead against her own. “If you’d like to change our terms of endearment—I’m all aboard.”

“It’d only be for a short while, anyway,” (Y/N) said, smirking against his lips, capturing them in another kiss. “Then I can call you my fiancé…”

“Romantic.”

“Then my husband,” she teased.

“Oh I do like the sound of that,” Peter nodded. “(Y/N) Parker has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“What about Peter (Y/L/N)?” (Y/N) asked, quirking her brow. “You could be progressive.”

“We could hyphenate?”

“Nah,” she shook her head. “Parker is a fine last name. A little basic, but perfectly suitable.”

“We’re kinda basic people, are we not?” Peter chuckled.

“Let me just go and ask your friend Spider-Man that,” she said seriously. “I’m sure he’d disagree?”

“Oh, speaking of!” Peter stepped away from her. “I need to wash… well, y’know—”

“It’s already soaking in the sink back at your place,” she said simply. “Trying to get all the dried blood off of it and all.”

Peter’s eyes nearly melted in affection. “What would I ever do without you?”

She smiled back in kind, a lovesick sort of way. “Not your laundry, that’s for sure. Come on, Parker, we’ve gotta finish this load. Sooner we’re done, the sooner we can go home.”

A rogue ray of sunlight hit her new ring just right, making the band shine brightly against her hand as she continued to throw his dirty clothing into the washing machine. “Yeah, let’s finish this up,” he said softly. “Let’s go home.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #marvel #spider-man #marvel x reader #spider-man imagines #it works for any peter I promise!!#mcu peter parker #tasm peter parker

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quitesins · 2 years

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Showering with Katsuki

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Tags: Sfw, suggestive, fem!reader, drabble, reader is shorter than katsuki, naked people of course, and mention of his d/ck lol, domestic tings,

“Oi move over.”

His presence doesn’t discomfort you, but you give him a playful look of indignation anyways. “Get your own shower.”

“Shut up.” As he steps in he gives you a quick peck, then brings his arms around himself waiting for you to share the water. “It’s cold.”

Ever the dramatic, you cave to his displays and move over. Only slightly, so he still has to press up against you. He doesn’t mind of course, gladly pushing himself so your bodies meet.

He lets out a content hiss when he starts to heat up and moaning when his shoulders relax.

“Alright drama queen, we still have places to be.” You break him out his daze with a tap to his chest. Which he responds with his own tap, and grope, and massage.

“Okay okay, seriously, we have to be out by ten.” You laugh, grabbing his wrist to physically stop the lascivious bastard.

“I know that, woman.” He splashes you with the water. When is he ever late. “Pass?” He nods to the body wash.

He lathers it onto his body, scrubbing harshly as he always does. You frown for a moment and he rolls his eyes in compliance, slowing down to not upset the skin.

Katsuki expects it’s as hard for you to keep your mind pure as it is for him. Even after all this time, having seen everything of one another, he’ll never get used to the sight.

You’ll never either and he loves to exploit that. Making a slight show of the way he brushes between his thighs, he soaps himself languidly. You glare at him, trying not to smile.

“Want me to do your hair?” Ignoring his antics, you squirt the shampoo into your hands. You raise them to him, already knowing his answer.

As anticipated he ducks down a little, letting your fingers sink into the blond mess. Although he’d never admit it, nothing in the world could ever beat the feeling of your fingers in his hair. How you massage gently and make sure that the shampoo doesn’t drip.

He even moans when you get to the back of his neck, scratching slightly as you do. If anything he should be glaring at you. You must know how much that riles him up. Eventually you pull away, much to his discontent and grab a bottle of conditioner.

“Haven’t done mine yet either.” Instinctively he presents a hand, letting you dollop it on. Then you do the same for yourself.

He lets his head drop once again, so it’s easier for you to reach, then lifts his own hands to sift through your hair.

For all your rushing, you end up taking time to massage each other. Even as the water starts to run cold and your fingers begin to prune, it’s hard to let go.

But an alarm rings and the two of you stop with a groan.

Taking the shower head off it’s stand, he quickly makes work in washing you both over. Of course, like the annoying boyfriend he is, he sprays you directly in the face a few times, finding enjoyment in how you sputter like a kitten falling into milk. And of course like the annoying girlfriend you are, when you step out, you whip him with the towel, hollering each time. He shudders at the remembrance of his days in the UA locker rooms.

There’s only one towel in the little bathroom of your flat, unlike his where there’s shelves of them stacked neatly. It’ll be all yours soon anyways, but for now, the towel in your hand? Is his.

“Stop it!” You squeal as he reaches out to grab it. You somehow avoid him, clutching the fabric behind you. “Get your own!”

“You’re literally about to wear my hoodie.” He scoffs, pointing at where your clothes hang. “Give me it.”

There’s a back and forth of growls and giggles but the two of you finally settle on sharing. First comes the hair. After Katsuki’s done with his, he shoves it over you. When you go to dry yourself, he’s already ruffling it. If you weren’t shrouded in sudden darkness, you’d see the impish grin plastered on his face. He’s so very annoying. Then, he wipes himself down, doing the same of you, even when you protest.

Katsuki hadn’t actually brought clothes with him, so he fastens the towel around his waist. He leans against the wall, while watching you moisturise and dress. It’s not meant to be sensual, but he finds that he has to will himself down.

Through his own growing haze, he notices the flicker of your eyes, looking at him every few seconds.

The sight of him. Dripping, his hair hangs heavy over his eyes. There’s a flush under his skin, from the shower and his fluster. And the small towel around his waist hardly does anything to cover him. Even though you’d just seen him bare, somehow he was still so tantalising. Like the attempt at modesty made him all the more attractive.

Katsuki already knows what you’re about to suggest, he can see it as you approach him for a kiss.

“Nah.” He chuckles lightly, swerving to let your kiss to land on his cheek. “We’re gonna be late.”

Idk if the kitten metaphor made sense, I was thinking about those pictures of cats that had fallen face first into their food and was laughing lol

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candyk0rn · 6 months

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OMG UR BACK UR BACK !!!! Can I pls have Megumi, Gojo and Yuji with some cuddling hc? Thank you sm !! 🥰🥰

♡︎Cuddles♡︎

That was quicker than I thought it would be 😭 there’s some wild storms going outside rn, so I need something to keep me distracted, thanks for the ask!

Warnings: none!

Included: Satoru Gojo, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi

S.Gojo:

This drama queen

If he goes so much as 3+ hours without some sort of physical contact he will be sour about it

And honestly? It gets worse as you go further into the relationship

Not that you particularly mind, of course

He’s like a spider monkey when he cuddles, this man is all limbs

He prefers when you are both laying in bed, so he can just cling to you

He just wraps you up with his arms and legs, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck

It’s worse when he’s actively talking or laughing into your neck, fully knowing how ticklish it feels

That’s why he does it, of course

He loves just cuddling and talking, especially after a long day of missions or teaching

He enjoys telling you how everyone’s doing, especially Megumi

Please play with his hair when you cuddle! Or he will pout!

And he makes a show out of pouting and sulking let me tell you

I’ve always thought that his eyes are extremely sensitive, and uncovering them cause irritation

So he likes taking his blindfold off around you, just being able to really look at you

And then he closes his eyes, for this is by far the comfiest position he’s ever been in

I. Yuuji:

Itadori Yuuji is a simple man, really

One of the easiest ways to please him is through physical affection

Whether it’s through holding hand, ruffling his hair, pecking his cheek, etc etc

But alas, we’re not here to talk about those acts of affection

Yuuji LOVES cuddling, and you are simply the best person to do it with

He likes when your head is on his chest, because he feels like that exhibits a protective front

But you really know how he’s feeling depending on how he cuddles

If he goes straight to you without really saying anything, his arms snaking around your waist and his head burrowing itself into your chest

Something’s wrong

He swears he’s not easy to read, but he really is

He just believes cuddles are the answer to anything

It’s quite simple, really.

If he’s in a good mood? Cuddles!

Bad mood? Cuddles!

I think you get the picture

He will also 100% fall asleep if you do start cuddling so just watch out for that, Mk? ✍️(з_з)

F. Megumi:

Hm, Megumi is tougher than the others

He’s a hard one to crack, I mean, it took a while for him to just get on first name basis with you

But Megumi’s cuddles are vulnerable, there’s never no rhyme or reason to them

There’s always a mood he’s in, but it’s not always a negative one!

But like every other intimate act, he treasures each one and takes them very seriously

Poor guy 😭 the first time you attempted to cuddle he was so stiff, not knowing where to put his hands or anything

But he’s eased himself into it, now he melts into the most comfortable position for the both of you

He likes when he both of you are just holding on to one another, his calloused fingers fidgeting with yours

He prefers to be more quiet in these situations

Or if you wish to talk, he listens very intently, making sure you know he’s doing so by offering small responses here and there

He finds that he is much more willing to initiate things when like this

His lips lingering on your forehead as you speak, the pad of his thumb lightly rubbing where it’s resting on your back

10/10 what can I sayyy

Thanks for reading!!

#Jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #Jjk x reader #gojo satoru #Gojo x reader #fluff #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro #Megumi x reader #fyp #for you page #x reader #x y/n #headcanons #hc #Jjk hc

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unluckilyimnot · 7 months

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do you know who much am i in love with tsundere man ???

i wanna kiss raichi's face sooo bad, with lipstick on, all over his face, until he tripped over his words and is all blushyy

don't forget cuddles and sitting on his lap like AAAAA

i love your loki and sae's making out writings btw 🫶 can u do the same thing but with raichi but in this version?

making out - raichi, isagi

mlist || rules || requests are open :)

note : thank you sm for your request, both of you ! they're so cute, as you should queen (in a neutral way) i love them a loooot too. i post this Isagi one at the same time bc i did them with a similar vibe

I've been busy these day im sorry ! And I have a busy weekend as well with my gf so I'll do as much as I can today and post it later !

Raichi acts tough but deep down he knows he can’t fool anyone when you order him around. You two invited some of your friends over tonight to have a nice dinner together and you kept calling his name to get things done. He tried to boss around a little at the beginning, saying he was talking with the tip of his ears red but you just had to whine a little please for him to be by your side in a second. He's the grumpy type, but still ready to help whenever he's asked to.

He spent the whole night eyeing you from head to toes. His hand lingering on your thigh below the table and your seemingly innocent gaze let him know you get where he wanna go. He's a little impatient but that's nothing you can't handle.

When you finally say goodbye to your last friends, you stretch your back as soon as the door is closed. 'What a night' you thought, excepting Raichi around you but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps to the kitchen to find him cleaning up a little. Leaning against the door frame, you stared at him until he noticed you.

"You're less clingy suddenly." You spoke as soon as his eyes lay on you, a cute smile on your lips. Lips that got his attention all night. He shook his head, muttered things you couldn't understand but still amused.

"Come on, leave all of this. I'll take care of that tomorrow." Taking his head in yours, you dragged him along your bedroom and kindly pushed him on the bed. "You weren't that concerned about the dishes earlier," you whisper in his ear, slowly taking a seat in his laps.

Cuddling up against him, you played with his hair while debriefing the night with him. Your arms lay around his neck and, despite his red cheeks, his hands finally hold you closer, rubbing your back in a needy way. His eyes on your lips once again, you're sure it's already messed up so you don't mind making it worse.

When Raichi finally cuts your chat by kissing you like he wanted all night, the shadow of a satisfied grin on your lips. You broke the kiss and chuckled.

"What's so funny ?" He barked like he always does, making you laugh even more.

"Nothing, you're just cute." You answered, shutting him up with a kiss before he can argue. Pecking his face over and over again, all over his face not without leaving a red tint at the same time. His poor soul can't even speak a full sentence without stutter before grabbing your face and kissing you again.

You deepen the kiss instantly, done joking around and finally into it. You put his hands back on your back and thigh, feeling his short nails digging into your skin and you're here for it. It's intoxicating, you're lost in the way his tongue licks your lips, making you smile. You didn't realize how both of you wanted it too until now.

Your hand slowly drawing circles on his shoulders, you were thinking when you could finally take his shirt off when you felt his hands coming closer to the zip of your dress. He started pulling it down, exposing your bare back for him and only him. You glared at him in an amused way.

“I'm helping you.” He defended, putting his hands away from you to try to annoy you in some way. You shook your head with a loud chuckle.

“Go ahead.” you said before pushing him down on the bed, kissing him again.

Isagi is too cute for his own good, you’re sure of it. He can’t be rude to save his life. Well, besides football. With you he’s a sweetheart, always saying yes to anything you ask, even the weirdest things. So you like to mess with him a little. A sly smile forms on your lips before you hand your phone away.

“Yoichi I wanna try something !” you cheered, leaning on his shoulder, taking a look at his phone. He wasn’t really doing anything, only scrolling through his social media.

“What is it ?” he’s used to that, you wanted to try silly thing you saw on internet. You’re always after him to try tiktok trend, he’s sure it’s that once again. You grinned, taking his phone from his hands and tossing it nearly yours before sitting in his laps. You already got him gulped hard. Not that he’s not used to it, it’s even a position you like to cuddle but something in his mind tells him that’s not related to cuddle.

His hands find your waist, laying there comfortably, waiting for your next move. You get closer, your chest flat against his and you take his warm cheeks between your hands. He blinks a few times, already anticipating but flustered at the same time - not trusting that smile of yours. You cradle his face a little, pitching his cheeks and leaving small pecks here and there, on his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips.

“What do you wanna tryyy ?” he whined trying to escape the kisses attack but you shush him quickly, kissing him seriously this time. He takes some time to melt into the kiss, pulling you closer. You shiver at the coldness of his cold hands crawling under your shirt, meeting your warm skin and you smile in the process. His hands go up and down, smoothing your skin, grabbing it a little too hard from time to time, making you moan but mostly chuckle.

“You’re so cute Yoichi.” you purred in the middle of the kiss, leaving small pecks on the corner of his lips.

“Am I ?” he grinned, happy to realize one more time the effect he has on you. It’s easier for you to know how he feels so he appreciates it when you vocalize it. You can already feel him hard under your weight and decided it wasn’t too early to grind on him, wanting him so bad already. Just so he knew, you know.

Taking this as a green light, his lips started going down your neck to your shoulders, kissing it all the way, biting from time to time just to feel your hand pulling his hair at the tingling sensation. He loves that a lot, sometimes he’s a little brutal just for you to pull his hair or scratch his skin at the pleasure. He likes to mess around too, not that he’ll tell you. He likes the way your gaze darkens when he acts innocent. He has his way.

Coming back to kiss you after almost eating your shoulder, one of his hands stays on your hip, encouraging you to move in a back and forth motion ; hoping he will not be the first one to ask for more. But deep down, he knows he won’t or else you wouldn’t almost be riding him already. You were the desperate one this time, but it’s ok. He likes to take care of you.

I hope you liked it ! ♡

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #isagi x reader #raichi x reader #isagi smut #raichi smut #isagi headcanons #raichi headcanons #blue lock #bllk

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cameronspecial · 8 months

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The Prince Consort And The First Daughter-In-Law

Pairing: FSOTUS!Rafe Cameron x Princess!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Swearing and Phelan being a dick

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 10.7K

Summary: Being together is all Y/N and Rafe could've asked for, but what happens when they have to deal with the drama of taking their relationship public. Will it stop them from taking the next step in their relationship?

A/N: Finally the second part of The First Son And The First Spare.

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The pulse shooting through her core right now makes it hard for her not to let out the loudest possible moan she could. It takes everything in her not to grip the edge of the table to keep her composure, except that would look suspicious. Her eyes fall across the table to find Rafe already staring at her with an infuriating smirk on his face. President Ward looks over at her and notices she looks a little pale. “Are you alright, Your Royal Highness?” he asks. Rafe’s teeth flash at her, “Yeah, Princess, are you okay?” “I am. Thank you so much for asking,” she promises the pair with a tight smile. Her bottom lip sucks between her teeth slightly and the vibration in her underwear increase. “You’re lying,” Rafe mouths to her. She rolls her eyes at her boyfriend, straightening her posture. The meeting continues with the two whom the meeting is about paying very little attention to the content being diffused to them. She does something unprincess-like and crosses her legs over each other to try to placate the growing need between her legs. Rafe observes the shift in her weight and the remote vibrator that he placed in her underwear before the meeting starts to go faster. She didn’t know that was possible. She sends him a glare and stretches her leg out from under the table to kick him.

His hand falls onto the bottom of his face to hide the laughter at the feeling of her foot digging into his shin. “And that concludes the meeting,” Xander announces, showing the last slide is just a thank you for listening. “Any questions?” He looks around the room and Y/N is begging everyone in the room to not ask anything. The universe answers her pleas and her mother rises from the chair. “If that is all, then the meeting is dismissed,” Queen Isabel states, leaving the room with Presien Ward in tow. Off to another meeting together. Once everyone else is out of the room, Rafe stands from his chair to show his hard-on is clearly on display in his pants. “Look what your pretty faces did to me,” he motions to his dick. She visibly bites her bottom lips as he goes around the table to corner her into her chair. His hands rest on her armrests, caging her in.

The remote to the vibrator dangles between his fingers as he turns it off, finally giving her a break from the pleasure it provides. He uses a finger to raise her chin to look at him, “It drives me crazy when you bite your lip like that.” He smashes their lips together and she deepens the kiss by wrapping her arms around his neck. He twirls her around to sit on the table, slotting himself between her legs. As their lips fight for dominance, his hips grind his bulge into the growing wetness between her tights. She pulls them away with one last peck and her forehead rests against his. “We cannot do this here,” she excuses, avoiding his lips because of where it would lead. His lips continue to chase her, “Come on, I thought you wanted to be adventurous about where we do it.” “Yes, but not here. Where my mother or your dad can walk in on us,” she criticizes. He tries to reason, “I can lock the door, then no one would see us.” “I would need to be quiet though. Is that really what you want? To not be able to hear every little sound that I make as you please me,” she reasons, knowing that would be his downfall. Rafe sighs, “You’ve got me. Let’s go back to your house.” They arrange themselves to look more presentable and he rushes her to the car that the palace has given him during his stay here. Normally, Y/N wasn’t allowed to go on drives without a member of security in the car with her; however, Ward had been able to convince people that Rafe would keep her safe and that security could follow behind them in a separate car. Even if it wasn’t total privacy, it was still something.

He holds the door open with a bow, causing a grin to form on her face as she slips into the passenger seat. He enters the driver’s side. The drive home gives her an opportunity to think over the meeting. When they told their parents nine months into the relationship about them, worry was obviously at the forefront of the Queen’s and President’s minds. They are both symbols of two different countries and the union of their two children will be finicky. Yet, they both saw the emotions in their children’s eyes and agreed to create a plan on how this was going to work. Hence, the meeting Y/N and Rafe just left. Queen Isabel was certainly a little more disappointed about the news, envisioning a life with Phelan for her eldest daughter, but her children’s happiness always comes first and she could see how Rafe brought Y/N to life. So far, only a select few people in the palace know about their relationship; to the public, they are just two best friends hanging out.

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The whole car ride is filled with slapping each other’s hands away from each other because it would lead to much more once their hands are on the other’s skin. At one point, Rafe has to warn her that she is distracting him from driving so that she keeps her hands to herself. He pulls into the driveway of Kensington Palace, running to her side of the car to drag her out of it. He tosses the key to the on-duty valet and they hurry to her bedroom. His body presses her up against the door. He stares at her with adoration in his eyes, “I love you, Princess.” “I love you too,” she whispers, smushing their lips together. His hand dips into her underwear, searching around for what he is looking for. He takes out the pink almost flat oval that has a little bump in the middle of it that was against her clit. He inspects how it shines with her juices. He carries it up to his mouth, licking it so it now gleams with his saliva. “You taste so good. I’m kinda jealous this is what got you all nice and wet for me,” he reveals. His tongue darts out to get any residuals of her on his lips into his mouth. She shakes her head, “You are the one who put that thing in my underwear and then proceeded to turn it up throughout the meeting.” “I said kinda. I enjoyed watching you squirm in your seat while Xander talked about how to make our relationship look optimal,” he mumbles with his lips on hers. “I’m going to be using this more often.”

He places the device back into his back pocket. His fingers find themselves back in her panties, diving between her folds to wet them before pushing into her hole. Her mouth falls open and the breath she lets out hits Rafe’s face. He starts with one finger, bringing it in and out as she becomes a mess around him. “Is this what you’ve been needing, Princess? Just my fingers. Is this what you’ve been imagining while the vibrator was on?” he questions, kissing down her neck. “Answer my questions, Princess.” His fingers freeze in anticipation of her voice. Her pants fill the air, “No, it’s not what I was imagining.” “Then tell me what you wanted. What fantasy can I make a reality for you tonight, Princess?” he encourages with a nip at her soft spot.

He continues the motion of his fingers and adds another finger to stretch her out more. She gets lost in the feeling of him. “Princess, come on. Tell me what you want.” She manages to gather the words, “I want you to fuck me from behind while I’m on all fours.” “Doggy-style. Wonder what the people of England would say about their Princess wanting to be fucked like a slut,” he chuckles. “It’s okay. I like it. I’ll give you what you want, only after you’ve come by my hands and my tongue. Then you are going to reward me with your pretty mouth, that is when you get to have your fantasy fulfilled.” He looks at her for confirmation that she approves of his plan and her head motions that she is. His thumb presses down onto her clit and this helps her to her first orgasm of the day. “I’m going to come,” she informs him. His eyes grow dark, “Go on, Princess.” Her adhesive walls close in around him and he can feel her unravel around him. He takes his fingers out of her, bringing them into her mouth to clean them. “Delicious. Could eat it for breakfast every day. Lucky for me, I get to have a taste right now,” he says, dropping to his knees. His hands find the top of her black pants and pull them down her legs. He pinches her underwear between his teeth, tugging them down her legs. He looks at the lacey pastel green panties in his hands and puts them in his back pocket. “A reminder of you for when I have to go back to the U.S.,” he justifies, which causes her heart to flutter at the thought.

He starts by darting his tongue into her pussy. He is going to need to stimulate her clit more to get her to come again, so he might as well saviour this moment for himself first. “This feels so good,” she praises, threading her fingers through his hair to prompt him closer to her. He swipes down her walls to gather as much of her into his mouth. He groans against her, loving the way she pries at the strands of his hair. He gets his fill of her and moves on to her bud. He sucks the mound into his mouth, relaxing the suction a bit so that he swirls his tongue to arouse the erogenous zone further. She is sensitive from before, so it doesn’t take much to help her to her second climax. The flood of her arousal on his tongue persuades him to remove himself from her, not wanting to make her too sensitive for a third orgasm.

He lets her loud breathing die down in advance of ordering her to kneel. She obeys his instruction, catching her breath and then removing the clothes from his bottom half. Her hand creeps under his button-up and traces over the lines of his abs. “Does my princess want to see what’s underneath?” he inquires. She nods eagerly and starts unbuttoning the bottom of his shirt. Rafe chuckles, taking care of the buttons at the top. He shrugs off the material and lets it drop to the floor. The tips of her fingers dance over his skin and while he is admiring the warmth of his fingers, she rams his full length down her mouth until he hits the back of her throat. Months of training have aided her in being able to take him completely. She hollows out her cheeks as she moves off of him to kiss the tip, leaking precum. Her tongue whirls around the head and she rubs her hands up and down his shaft. “Stopping teasing, Princess.” She lets him push her down on his cock, grabbing the sides of his stomach. Her thumbs dig into his abs whilst he drives himself down her throat. The corner of her eyes starts to wet from the force and she has to remind herself to breathe through her nose. He threads his fingers through her hair, using his other hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. “You are doing such a good job, Princess. I’m so proud of how far you’ve gotten,” he applauds. He can feel the tightening in him, which means he is about to come and he taps her cheeks as a warning. Her response is garbled by the body part in her mouth, closing her throat just when he starts shooting his cum in her mouth. She collects everything he gives her and swallows once he releases it all.

He yanks her up by the bicep, spinning her around to shove her onto the bed. He assists her onto the bed with a push on her bum. She almost falls face-first into the mattress, except her hands come out to catch her. The bed dips under his weight and he sets her up onto her hands by hauling up against his crotch by the waist. A hand goes to her throat to press her flush against his chest. The other goes down to the ribbon that ties her shirt shut. Her turquoise silk shirt parts, revealing her matching green bra. Her shirt comes off and his hand leaves her neck to unhook her bra. He throws it into the dirty hamper. He runs his fingers through her fold to make sure she is prepared. He is satisfied with the result, so he aligns the tip of his penis with her pussy.

She collapses at the feeling of him filling her up completely. His harsh pace gives her no time to adjust, which is how she likes it. In all the months they’ve been dating, the sole times their sex was slow and soft were either after they’d been through multiple rounds or he could see the exhaustion in her (the tiredness didn’t mean she didn’t desire him). His sharp thrusts slap against her ass, sending claps throughout the room. Her moans mix with his grunts. “Harder. Please, Baby. Harder,” she begs. He obeys. He plants one of his feet on the bed to provide more force behind his heaves and forces her down onto her elbows, creating a beautiful arch in her back that entices him to grip her by the waist. His grasp of her hip and the newly planted foot allows him to hit deeper spots within her. “Look at my beautiful princess coming undone by my cock. Such a smart girl’s brain turns to mush because of who is wrecking her pussy,” he teases, propelling his hips forward. She can merely return an incomprehensible babble. Both their previous petit morts have rendered their stamina shortened and he can feel the way she is clenching around him. He brings her up so their skins are touching. Her clit gets grounded by his fingers. His dick starts to twitch against her walls. “Come for me, Princess.”

At his words, they both release the tension that has built within them. His pace slows to get them through their high. He collapses to his side, bringing her with him. Their heavy breaths cease and he slips himself out of her with a kiss to her sweaty temple. “So, how does doggy-style rate on your scale?” he asks, resting his arms over her waist. She snuggles back against him, “I like it more than missionary, but I don’t think it tops riding you. I don’t think anything could.” “Hm, I like it when you ride me too. Gives me an amazing view of your tits,” he agrees. She laughs at his statement and faces him. He looks down at her, kissing her nose and then her lips.

The doorknob turns without any warning and in comes Princess Amelia. Y/N struggles to cover herself and Rafe with the blanket. He was no help whatsoever because he was too busy enjoying her struggle. “Lia, we were doing something,” Y/N shrieks, finally covered by the blanket. The younger princess shows no shame, “I waited until you guys were quiet.” Y/N’s jaw mouth falls open and her eyes turn wide. “Excuse me?! How did you know what we were doing?” An amused smile falls on Amelia’s face, “If you really wanted us not to know you were having sex, then you should’ve made your room soundproof.” Silent befalls the room for a second. Y/N’s brain races to continue her embarrassment. “Baby, please tell me my little sister didn’t just say what I think she did. This is all your fault,” she accuses, hitting his bicep as punishment. Rafe lets out a low laugh and moves away from his girlfriend’s attack. “What do you want me to do? Have a small dick like Phelan? Not eat out like you're my last meal? I’m sorry but neither of those things are possible, Princess.” Y/N screeches, “You could’ve locked the door. Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong in my past life?” Her head falls into her hands while the other two occupants in the room smirk at each other. “It’s not our fault that you are easy to get a rise out of, Y/N/N,” Amelia points out, coming to sit at the edge of the bed. Wanting to move along from this moment, Y/N gets to the point. “What did you so urgently need Amelia that you couldn’t knock for?”

“Nothing really. I just wanted to have some sister talk. I heard you guys are going public soon.”

Rafe howls at the non-urgency of the topic and Y/N gives them both her famous death glare.

“Get the fuck out! Both of you!”

———

After being banished from her room, a very naked Rafe had to make a mad dash to Amelia’s room to not get caught with a lack of clothing. It would be the worst impression he could make on his, hopefully, future mother-in-law or the future king of England. Thankfully, Y/N throws his clothes out of the room for Amelia to bring to him. “How long do we think I’m in the doghouse for?” he quizzes Amelia, opening the door now that he has pants on. She enters with a pat on his back, “I’ve gotten the silent treatment from her for six months once. And I’ve never been her enemy. So…” “I should forget about being Prince Consort,” he concludes. A voice joins their discourse. “Don’t be ridiculous, Baby. I’m not angry. I just needed to get changed.” “It’s nothing either of us haven’t seen before,” Amelia notes. Y/N’s eyes rotate in their sockets, “We haven’t taken a bath together since we were kids and you were both annoying me so I had to throw you out.” Rafe’s head falls to her neck and he starts kissing up and down the column. “I’m so sorry I was being mean to you, Princess. Please forgive me,” he mumbles against her skin. Y/N giggles, “The Rafe I know doesn’t beg.” “Maybe the Rafe you know has learned he’d rather beg than have the possibility of losing you,” he offers. Her head moves from side to side, “I think I like the other Rafe better. He had more bite.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, he isn’t completely gone. Just like how you will always have a stick up your ass, Princess.”

“I’m going to use that stick to start beating your own ass.”

“Spanking. Kinky. That’s another fantasy we haven’t tried out yet.”

Amelia’s laughter breaks the lover’s spat the two are having. “You guys are really the epitome of a loving couple,” Amelia jokes. Y/N throws a pillow at her sister, “Snide remarks are how we show we love each other. It’s the fire that made me fall for him in the first place.”

———

Their relationship is made public to the world by one evening spent together at a charity event and one Instagram post to confirm the speculations to the world. Rafe, unfortunately, has to go back to the U.S. in the morning to get to class after news breaks out, leaving both of them to deal with their countries’ reactions alone. Rafe wakes up to multiple American news and gossip outlets gushing about the relationship. Y/N is exposed to the opposite reception. She reads countless articles examining how since her relationship with Rafe started, she has become less like herself and more Americanized. They condemn the fact that her speech has started to include contractions and that even if she is just spending a day out in public, her outfits have stopped always being the idyllic fashion. They long for the days when she was their perfect princess with Phelan. She is right; no one wants a princess, who wears jeans and a t-shirt. Nonetheless, she tries not to let the people’s opinions get to her because, at the end of the day, she is incredibly in love with Rafe. She isn’t very good at hiding her upsetness from him though.

“I’m okay, Baby. I could care less what they think. The truth is that you’ve made me feel more comfortable being myself,” she confesses, biting a smidge of her lower lip. He gives her a tight-lipped smile, “If you are sure that you are okay, then I believe you. I have to go now, Princess. I have to work on a group project. I love you.” Y/N returns the sentiments and ends the call. It is nearing one in the morning, so she brushes her teeth and heads to bed.

———

Her hair being pulled behind her ear brings Y/N out of her slumber. Her eyes open to Rafe crouched close to the bed and his face near hers. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes to make sure she isn’t hallucinating. Once her vision clears, she verifies that Rafe is really in front of her. She throws her arms around him. “Baby, what are you doing here?” His thumb traces over her lips, “I thought I told you that I don’t like it when you lie to me.” He raises her head and moves her over so she lies on his chest. “How do you always know when I am lying?” she mutters, playing with his fingers. He snickers, “It’s my superpower. Now, tell me what’s wrong.” “Nobody mentioned any of my so-called changes to be more American before they knew about our relationship. They hate that we are dating,” she sighs. The tips of her mouth form a frown that absolutely kills him. He laces their fingers together, “And do you think what they are saying is true?” “No. I’m not different because you wanted me to be, I’m different because you made me realize that I need to start living for myself in some capacity,” she divulges, feeling a rant about to burst out of her. Rafe can sense the quickening of her breath and he tries to soothe her by running his fingers through her hair. “They hate me,” she reiterates with a slight sob behind her words.

He isn’t bothered by the tabloids' accusations. They have said a lot worse about him, but the disapproval from the public is something new for Y/N. She has always been the people’s princess and their sudden turn against her is understandably heartbreaking. “No, they don’t,” he reassures. She huffs, “They do.” “This is going to blow over. Pete Davidson is going to date another woman and the internet is going to go crazy for it,” he predicts, eliciting a chortle from her. “Who do you think he is going to date next?” she murmurs. He thinks about it, “I think it would be funny if he dated your mom. Do you want a stepdad?” She shoves his shoulder with a giggle. “I do not want him as a stepdad. That would make him your father-in-law,” she remarks. He feels like he is dosed with cold water, energizing him with the image of a future with her. “I think it would be fun to have him as a father-in-law.” Her worried expression has transformed into one of ease. “See, you have nothing to worry about. Now, should we get some brunch?” he suggests, lifting his head to clearly see her face. A smile grows on her face and she nods. He stands up, helping her up with him. His eyebrows wiggle as he tugs her into her bathroom. The showerhead spews water and he strips off his clothes, beckoning with his head for her to do so. He hops into the shower and she follows his lead.

———

Her spoon forms a semi-circle from twelve o’clock to six o’clock before she lifts the utensil out of the brew and places it on the saucer. Rafe watches her bring the china to her mulberry lips. “You aren’t sticking your pinky out,” he comments, caressing the hand holding hers. She sets the cup down, “Well, I don’t have syphilis, so I don’t see a reason why I would.” His eyes form a saucer. “Is that what it means?” he postulates. Her head bobs with a playful smile, “That’s what some people say Louis XIV did in the 17th century.” “I see. Then I’m glad you aren’t sticking your finger out or else I would need to book a doctor’s appointment,” he kids. Her teeth peek out of her lips but are quickly blanketed by her petals. He tracks where she is observing and finds Phelan glowering at them. Rafe didn’t know the Duke could feel anything, except for indifference. “Ignore him, Princess. He is just jealous that I’m better,” he assures, leaning over to kiss her.

A shadow falls over both of them. They separate to find Phelan towering over them. “So you are dating him,” he seethes. “You moved on fast.” He didn’t wait for a response from the couple. Y/N has never seen Phelan act in this manner. His emotions usually remain in check and he is always polite. “Hello, Phelan. How are you?” she greets, trying to de-escalate the situation. He ignores her pleasantries, “Were you seeing him while we were dating? Is that why you left after you broke up with me?” Rafe doesn’t care for the way that the other royal is scowling at his girlfriend but doesn’t say anything because he can see Y/N is trying to make amends. She doesn’t want to lie. Honesty is important to her and the secret of her cheating has been eating her up from the inside. “I kissed him twice whilst we were dating. I’m sorry,” she admits, looking down in shame. Phelan begins to quiver in anger and he points an accusatory finger at Y/N, which has Rafe darting to his feet. “You are- you are- you are a slut!” Phelan yells. Rafe lets out a low chuckle and cocks his fist. His fist connects with Phelan’s nose, causing blood to gush from the facial feature. Y/N’s chair scrapes against the tile and her hand falls to her mouth. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” Rafe swears as he comes to terms with what he did with a member of the monarchy in his presence. His hand grabs hers and he drags her to the car. Once they buckle in, Rafe starts driving nowhere in particular. “I am so sorry, Princess. This is going to cause you a whole mess and the magazines are just going to use this to further prove their point. I will make a public apologi-” he rants.

She squeezes his hand on the gear stick to stop him. “That was fucking awesome. I don’t condone violence, but I’ve never had someone defend my honour. And Phelan certainly wouldn’t have done that if it happened while we were dating. Thank you. Although, I am a horrible person for cheating on him,” she explains in shame. Rafe places his hand on top of hers to stroke it, “Just because you made one mistake, it doesn’t mean that you are a horrible person. You were honest about the error you made and expressed genuine remorse.” “My brain says you are right. It’s simply that I feel like the whole world and my brain are against me right now and I don’t know what to do. Should I be the perfect Queen’s daughter again that they want or continue to be true to myself,” she pours out to him. He glances at her with worry, “What can I do to make you feel better, Princess? I’ll do anything.” “Take me away from here,” she requests, watching London pass by from the window. His head flicks up in understanding, “I know the perfect place.” As he continues to drive, her eyes shut to put her to sleep. He notices she is asleep and takes his phone out to make arrangements for their departure. He escapes the tail of their security agents. Years of sneaking out have taught him how to do so.

Thirty minutes later, her eyes flutter open to see that they are on a tarmac. Rafe opens the car door and holds his hand out for her to step out. She can’t believe her eyes when she spots the private jet. “Where are you taking me?” she questions. “And this better not be on the taxpayers’ dollars.” He takes her into his arms, leading her toward the opening plane door. “Where we are going is a surprise and this flight is courtesy of Cameron Development, so no taxpayers will be disappointed,” he informs. She shows her approval, “Cool. We also have no luggage or anything so…” “We can take care of it when we get to our destination. I promise,” he guarantees. “I’m paying though. I can’t let you pay for everything, especially since my dad left me more than enough to help out,” she compromises.

———

Tannyhill is identifiable to her because she’s seen it in pictures on his camera roll and it is as spectacular as it is in the photos. “Aren’t you worried that people are going to find us here? I mean the President’s son and the Queen’s daughter aren’t exactly inconspicuous figures,” she frets. His head wavers, “Nope, it’s a secret that you are here and they won’t as long as you stay on the grounds during the day. They won’t think anything of me being here because I come here every so often.” He opens the front door and lets her drink in the grandness of his childhood home. She rushes to a framed picture on the wall. She takes it in her hands with a soft look in her eyes and puckered lips. “Awww, you were such a cute baby. Look at that tiny bum.” He yanks the frame out of her grasp, placing it face down on the side table. “You do not get to see my embarrassing baby pictures. You should only ever imagine me as the man before you,” he warns. Her eyes find his, “How am I supposed to know what our baby could look like if I never see your baby pics?” She pushes the right buttons when he picks her up under her bum and twirls her around. Laughter fills the empty house. Her forehead falls on his.

“Why do you always have to get me with the thought of a future with you?” he complains, kissing her nose. Her shoulders rise to her ears, “Because I love the idea the same as you do.” His face turns red and he hides it in her neck. He sets her back on the ground. “Aren’t you worried about our families? I’m sure they are wondering where we are,” she concerns, playing with the hair at the bottom of his neck. He presses a kiss to her neck, “Nope. I called your sister and told her to relay the message that you are safe. Although, I expect our security team to be here soon.”

“Okay, I’m alright with that. Do you think others will find us here if they come?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll have a talk with them about being inconspicuous. You are going to have to stay inside during the day while we are here. Are you okay with that?”

“Are you kidding? I can handle it. Not having to be in the public eye for anything will be good for me.”

Rafe lets out a breath of relief. “I’m glad and I’ll be with you the whole time unless you get tired of me and kick me out or you need something. And then I can show you around at night. It will be like the town is ours,” he clarifies as he sets her down. She holds on to him, “I love the sound of that.”

———

Y/N is cuddled into Rafe’s side as he gets caught up with Grey’s Anatomy. Every time a medical scene comes onto the screen, Y/N will turn into Rafe’s shoulder to shield her eyes from the bloody scene. Rafe sees her do it for the fifth time since they started watching and it causes his abdomen to jiggle. “I’ve seen you not flinch at the sight of someone being torn open in a slasher movie and you are telling me that you can’t watch a doctor perform surgery,” he interrogates, pausing the show so he can look at her. She supports his statement, “What am I supposed to say? Surgery freaks me out so much.” “You are telling me that the idea of surgery is creepier to you than someone getting their head bashed in?” he repeats to her. She leans over him to grab a chocolate bar beside him, “Yes. You should’ve seen me the day before I got my wisdom teeth removed. I spent the night in Amelia’s room in hysterics at the thought of being cut open while I was unconscious.” He peeks back at the screen and switches it to Final Destination. “Baby, you didn’t have to change it. We can watch Grey’s Anatomy if you want,” she urges, trying to take the remote out of his hand. He keeps it out of her reach, “I don’t want to watch it if it’s making you uncomfortable, Princess. I can watch it by myself.”

“Okay, well. We don’t have to watch something. Maybe we can think of another way to have fun,” she poses. She lifts from the couch with his hand dangling from hers. She keeps their finger connected as they walk up to his bedroom. Her eyes scan the room she hasn’t had a chance to examine. She spies one of his past Halloween costumes and it feeds the hunger between her legs. Rafe eyes her interest in the mask, picking up on the kindling it provides to her desire. He draws the item out of her hands. His head dips close to her ear, “Does the thought of me wearing this turn you on, Princess?” His breath hits her jaw and she grows insatiable at the thought of him fucking her in the mask. She can’t explain the want to see it on him. She can only explain that it’s a need for him to have his way with her whilst it is on. She doesn’t respond; instead, she falls back into his hold. Rafe grins and places the mask on his face. He trails a hand down her stomach to her core, beginning the process of relieving her from the burning sensation between her legs. Her neck cranes so she can catch the sight of him in the mask. She can’t believe she is going to let him have sex with her while he is Ghostface.

———

After a week, Y/N had to phone her mother and talk things over with the Queen. To her surprise, her mom did not react in the way that she thought. “You cannot comprehend what I am about to say, Darling. However, it is how I truly feel. I understand your need to escape. I want you to take some time and to recharge. Your health and happiness will always come first,” Queen Isabel ordered her daughter. “I will try to hold back the world as long as you need. You may not know this, but I did the same with your father. I will tell you more about it when you come back.” Two weeks into their mini-vacation, Y/N got a little stir-crazy. So they took the first step by revealing where she was, yet it didn’t mean their getaway had to come to an end. Y/N has gotten a handle on ignoring the headlines of tabloids criticizing her “Americanization.”

Y/N bikes to Hewyards. Three months on the island means she no longer needs a map to guide her to one of the only grocery stores in the Outer Banks. Rafe is going to have some friends over for her to meet. Topper and Kelce are finally in town, so she gets to meet them for the first time in person. As she approaches the store, she hops off her bike and shrugs the grocery bag in the basket onto her shoulder. She has enjoyed the months of solitudes she has had with Rafe. Her life got some sense of normalcy and she drank in every second of the experience. She refused to let him bring in a chef or maids or gardeners. She wanted to learn how to take care of herself. One time, he came out to the front yard to find her tangled up in the hose, soaking wet as the opening of the tube sprinkled water everywhere. There was another time when he found her screaming at the bed sheets because the corners of the fitted covers wouldn’t stay on. His favourite memory was Y/N attempting to cook dinner for them. She struggled with opening the jar of pasta sauce and when she heard the pop of the jar opening, the red paste came flying all over her. Rafe found her drenched in sauce and it led to a sensual evening, which resulted in overboiled pasta and two saucy lovers. Over time, she gets better at all of those things and she is excited to play host in a more domestic setting.

She skips into the store, smiling at the older gentleman behind the counter. “Good afternoon, Your Royal Highness. Was the fish we picked out last time good for the tacos?” Mr. Heyward greets. No matter how many times she’s told him to call her Y/N, he insists on using her royal title. She beams at him, “It was fantastic. Tasted so fresh and Rafe loved them. Do you have any salmon? I want to make salmon with creamy dill sauce for dinner.” “I do, Your Highness. It’s just over here,” he signals, walking over to where they are held. “How much do you need?” He rips a bag off of the roll and waves it open. “Eight fillets, please,” she requests. Heyward’s eyebrows meet the start of his hairline, “That’s a lot of fish.” “Yeah, Rafe and I are having some people over tonight and I want to have two extras in case I make a mistake,” she clarifies, glancing around the empty store.

The store’s owner bobs his head in understanding. He moves over to the till with Y/N in tow and tells her the cost. She hands over the money, taking the bag of fish in return. The fish falls into the grocery bag as she walks toward the front door. “Have a good day, Your Royal Highness. I hope your dinner goes as planned,” Heyward calls out. She turns back to him with a smile, “Thank you. You too, Mr. Heyward.” The warm breeze is starting to feel cool against her skin. The food she just bought is placed in the basket and she sets the helmet Rafe got her onto her head, clipping the buckle into place. She fell one time in front of him. It left a nasty scrap on her forehead and that is when he rushed to the store in a panic to buy her a helmet. She returns to Tannyhill to find Sarah and Wheezie unpacking their bags from the limousine. The girls gleam at the arriving princess. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind that we are a little early. We wanted to help with dinner,” Sarah says, regarding the mode of transportation Y/N is using. “You found my bike. I’m glad it’s being of use while I’m gone. Though, I don’t remember having a helmet.” Wheezie runs to give Y/N a hug, which she accepts. Y/N giggles, “You didn’t own one. Your brother bought it for me after I had an accident.” “Rafe is so soft on you. I knew he didn’t honestly hate you all those years. How could he when he had a picture of you hidden in his room,” Wheeze concedes, slapping her hands over her mouth at the confession she shouldn’t have revealed.

Y/N pulls the younger girl from her body with a mischievous grin, “He has a picture of me in his room? Like in this house?” Wheezie removes herself from the royal's hold and runs inside to escape the questioning. Sarah, who isn’t as loyal to her vow to her brother, matches the other girl’s facial expression. “He has two pictures. One here and one at the White House. Before you ask, I will absolutely show you where it is.”

———

Rafe’s sisters are making the table pretty while the couple is getting the food ready in the kitchen. She holds the spoon up to his mouth and nudges it in. “How does it taste?” she seeks his approval. His lips smack against each other as he tastes the completed creamy dill sauce. He glances at the sauce and gives her a thumbs up. “Delicious, Princess,” he guarantees. She catches sight of remnants of the white sauce on his upper lip and a snicker passes her lips. “You got something over here,” she tells him, motioning over her own lips to further the message. His mouth turns to a crescent, “Oh, do I? Maybe you should have a taste of your own creation.” He kisses her, smoothing his tongue over her bottom lip to seek entrance. She allows him and this gives her a full taste of the sauce she fed him. Wheezie enters the scene, pretending to vomit. “Can you guys stop smooching and finish making dinner? I’m hungry,” she requests. Y/N turns to the younger girl, “Okay, okay. We are plating everything up as we speak.” Right on cue, the doorbell rings. “Wheeze, can you get the door please?” Y/N’s gaze finds that Wheezie already left to do as asked.

Rafe sets in beside Y/N and transfers the salmon from the baking sheet to the pristine ceramic plates. She dips the spoon into the sauce, painting the white surface of the plate with the light beige sauce. She tries to mimic the aesthetic design of photos she has seen on food blogs earlier. Rafe observes her scooping the potatoes from the other sheet and laying them in a pile opposite from the fish. His warm hand rests on her hip, his breath fanning across her neck. “This looks incredibly scrumptious, Princess. I’m so proud of how far you have come,” he compliments, trailing her neck with his lips. Her head plops back onto his shoulder. Her hands thread through his hair, “I hope it doesn’t get anyone sick. That would be a nightmare.” “I think it’s fine. It looks cooked,” he reassures.

“At least have dinner first before you guys go to dessert,” Kelce razzes with a snicker. Rafe flips his middle finger at the new arrivals while Y/N gives them a crooked smile. She removes herself from her boyfriend’s hold and approaches his friends with open arms. “Ahh, it is so good to meet you guys in person. You are right on time,” she shares, returning to the counter to grab some of the plates. Topper’s hand falls on her wrist and he takes the plates from her. “Go sit, Beautiful. Let us do the rest for you,” Topper offers. The doorbell rings again, causing everyone to look at each other with pointed eyebrows. Rafe steps toward the archway, “Who could that be? We are all here.” “It’s okay, I’ve got it, Baby,” she states, padding to the front door. A caramel-skinned woman stands in front of Y/N. Cocoa-brown eyes stare back at her and the licorice-coloured locks whip around the model’s finger. Y/N’s head tilts, “Can I help you with something?” The other woman’s top lip flares up and her eyebrows scrunch together. “I heard Rafe was in town. I just got back myself and I thought it would be a good time to see him again,” she announces, not waiting for an invitation before entering the house. Y/N’s mouth drops open as she closes the door and follows the intruder into the dining room.

Sarah freezes at the sight of who enters the room, “Melanie, what are you doing here?” “I’m here to see your brother. I miss that asshole,” who Y/N now knows as Melanie responds. “What’s going on here? Why is the table set?” At this moment, the boys come into the room to find an additional guest. Rafe halts and because it is obvious that everyone is acquainted with the dark-haired beauty, Y/N feels the polite thing to do is to invite her to dinner. “Rafe and I are hosting dinner. We have an extra plate if you would like to join,” Y/N bounces the idea to the room. Rafe’s face remains void of emotions. Melanie pulls out a chair near the head of the table. The rest of the room mimics her action and takes a seat. Wheezie, who returned from the bathroom a second earlier, fetches the extra plate in the kitchen.

Rafe doesn’t want to go sit at the head of the table beside Melanie, except the other end of the table isn’t set. The sole comfort he gets from sitting at his designed spot is that Y/N seats herself across from Melanie. A hush has fallen over the dinner guests and they dig into their food. A few minutes in, Melanie breaks the silence. “So who are you?” Her eyes pierce into Y/N’s skin. Y/N isn’t surprised the surprised visitor is clueless about who she is. In England, her face is plastered everywhere, so she is easily recognized by the people. In the US, being a less prominent topic means most don’t even know her name. She doesn’t take any insult from this; however, she doesn’t appreciate the tone of voice. Her eyes make contact with Rafe and she reassures him she is okay with handling the situation. “I’m Y/N. Rafe’s girlfriend,” she replies with tight lips. Melanie releases a single hm in mocking, “You mean the newest flavour of the weak. Rafe Cameron doesn’t do relationships.” The scraping of silverware on ceramic freezes and Rafe can’t be a wallflower in this conversation any longer. “Don’t talk to her like that. You don’t know a single thing about her or our relationship,” he condemns, fist tightening at his side. Y/N rests her palm on his hand and gives it a squeeze. Melanie’s eyes rattle in their sockets, “Please, you can barely handle a date with a girl. All you were able to have with me were hookups. Why is she so different?”

“What’s different about her is that I wouldn’t be able to survive without her. If I lost her, my life would lose meaning because she is the only person who can truly understand me. Who can see past my labels. What’s different about her is that I plan on proposing to her. I have a ring and all I’m waiting for is the right moment.”

The eight pairs of eyelids peel apart the farthest they go, allowing everyone to stare at Rafe. Y/N lets out a breath, “You are going to propose?” Rafe’s mouth scrunches. It seems he can’t wait for that perfect moment anymore. He stands up to walk to the end table pressed against the wall. He searches for something in the drawer and pulls out a small velvet box. He opens the box to display a golden band with one big round cut diamond and four small ones at cardinal points, creating something that resembles a star. It’s simple, yet very much in Y/N’s wheelhouse. A lifetime forced to wear only the most extravagant items makes her long for simplicity when it comes to something meant to be personal. Disappointment reflects in his eyes as he answers, “Yeah. I mean this isn’t how I imagined asking you. I had this whole thing planned out. And we’ve only been together a yea-” “Yes,” Y/N cuts him off, leaping into his arms to smother his face with kisses. His arms find his waist, “Are you sure? This wasn’t how I wanted to do this. I was hoping it would be more intimate and romantic. You can wait until I plan something out to say yes.” “I don’t need all the bells and whistles for our engagement. All I want is the promise of an eternity with you, Baby,” Y/N comforts, placing his hand on the ring so he can slip it onto her left ring finger. This may not have been how Rafe wanted to ask, but this moment couldn’t have been more flawless for her because it means she gets her forever with the man she loves.

———

Unfortunately, Y/N and Rafe can’t stay away from the limelight forever and they have to eventually get back to their homes. Rafe has moved into Kensington Palace; it made sense since the couple is now engaged. The once-lifeless room is now flooded with personality with the addition of his items. With the news of the engagement, the palace has gone into full planning mode and Rafe can see the stress Y/N is going under. Her dream of having a small simplistic wedding is chipped away with every meeting they attend and he hates that for her. The pair return from a meeting about their wedding cake. Hours were spent tasting different flavours of cake. It may seem like a child’s dream come true, yet it’s not that fun if the end result is plain vanilla with buttercream. Definitely not the couple's first choice. They get ready for bed in silence and lie beside each other once they are in their pyjamas. She lets out a sigh as she nuzzles her face into his bare chest. He pulls her into his hold, carding his fingers through her hair. “You aren’t happy about being strongarmed into choosing vanilla,” he speaks. Her head bobs up and down against him, “I get that vanilla is the safest flavour to choose… I was hoping to pick something more unique though. You know, so that our wedding isn’t lumped into all royal weddings that have come before.”

“Right. Which one was your favourite?”

“Earl Grey and lemon or lavender and honey.”

“Hmmm, Earl Grey and lemon felt very much like you. I like the lavender and honey one too. It was flowery but not too overpowering.”

“Exactly. There was a nice burst of lavender and then the aftertaste of honey is perfect. Every day that passes, I’m reminded that no matter what I think, this wedding will never really be my own. Don’t get me wrong. I love you. I was just hoping our wedding could be something for us. Not for the media,” she confides, fluttering her eyes closed out of tiredness. Rafe stares down at his fiancée with his lips in a thin line. He presses his mouth against her forehead, “I’m gonna do everything I can to make your wedding dreams come true.”

———

A month later, Rafe declares he is taking Y/N out on a date. The strange part is he gets Amelia to help her get ready and insists that she wears a formal dress that she loves. This she finds strange because he is never so specific about what she wears. Amelia lets Y/N take the lead with the makeup, while she works on her sister’s hair. Amelia has a massive grin on her face as she curls a strand of hair around the curling wand. “Why do you look like you are bursting at the seem with news? What do you have to tell me?” Y/N inquires, looking at her sister through the mirror. Amelia’s shoulders rise, “Nothing. I’m just excited.” Y/N’s eyebrows arch and she brushes off the comment. Amelia will tell her the news when she is ready. Twenty minutes later, her sister leaves and Y/N is getting her dress on. A knock sounds throughout the room and Y/N calls out for Rafe to enter the room. As soon as he is in sight of her, his jaw drops with amazement. “You look absolutely stunning, Princess,” he compliments, coming to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She shies away from his gaze, “Thank you, Baby.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, where are we going though?”

“That is a surprise, Princess.”

He takes her hand and leads her to the ballroom, which is unexpected to her. They step through the doors to be exposed to the most picturesque scene she has ever seen. Chairs are lined up in small rows and columns, leaving an aisle down the middle. A long string of flowers runs up and down the aisle that leads to the end with an arch. The arch isn’t heavily adorned with flowers, yet it is still beautiful. Bright flowers adorn the black arch at the apex of the arch and at the base. She can see the bare bones of the metal arch, so it doesn’t feel overwhelming. Her eyes land on Topper under the arch and confusion falls on her face. She notices people standing in front of the chairs, examining their faces. They are both of their families and closest friends, all dressed in their nicest attire. Her eyes land on Rafe again, swinging her chin to the side. “What is all of this, Baby?” A massive grin spreads across her face, “It’s our wedding, Princess.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I asked your mom if we can have a secret, private wedding for us and the people we love. It took some convincing, but she eventually gave in to the idea.”

“What about the wedding we’ve been planning?”

“That is also going to happen. The sole difference is that people won’t know we already got married. That wedding can be the political one we have to have and this one can be ours. Before you ask, I paid for it with my trust fund, so none of the taxpayers' dollars went toward this.”

When she doesn’t respond, he worries she hates the idea and he completely misread her desire. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. This might not be exactly how you imagine our wedding, so I’m totally okay if you don’t want to go through with this,” he amends to make sure she doesn’t feel pressured. Her arms wrap around his neck to pull him into a hug. “I love it. Thank you,” she whispers to him. Rafe flicks his head up in the direction of the crowd and everyone gets into their places. To the side, someone on the piano starts playing the melody of “Rewrite The Stars” from The Greatest Showman. Rafe has always said it was their song because it felt like the perfect representation of their relationship. Being the children of two leaders of a country makes them star-crossed lovers in a way. It would seem preferential if a royal daughter is dating the son of another nation’s President; nonetheless, even with their seeming hatred for each other in the beginning, the pair finds a way to move the stars around for them to be together. Ahead of walking down the aisle, he gives her a kiss on the cheek. She can’t lie and say she doesn’t watch the way his bum bounces a bit as he walks. He gets in front of Topper and her mother comes to stand beside her. Queen Isabel holds her arm out for her daughter to take, leading the bride down the aisle with tears pooling in both of their eyes. The mother presses her cheek against her daughter’s.

Isabel returns to her seat and the ceremony begins. It is now time to say the vows. “Now, Y/N. I’m going to let Cameron go first. Because you know, save the best for last and also to give you time to think up something better than him,” Topper proclaims, holding his hand out for Rafe to begin. The guests chuckle.

“My younger self definitely never thought that I would be marrying such a brilliant woman, let alone the princess I had a crush on growing up. And while the idea of me being your romantic partner had to grow on you, I was head over heels for you the moment I saw you. You’ve provided my life with such joy, laughter and love, which I will return every chance I get. Because we are both privileged with the lives we are given, it is hard to give each other things we can’t already have. But I promise to do everything in my power to help give you a life you feel like you have a little more control over. I love you so much, Princess. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Rafe’s hand swipes under his eyes to dry off his eyes and places his hand back into hers. Adoration reflects off of both of their gazes. She squeezes his hand while he brings her knuckles to his lips. Topper turns to her, “Damn, I didn’t know the groom could be so romantic. Now, Y/N, it’s your turn to one-up him.” The bride clears her throat.

“You first came into my life after I lost my dad and seeing you happy with your dad got to me. Even though I took my jealousy out on you, you were still able to look past it and helped me fall in love with you. You showed me that life could be more exciting than what I was living and every moment with you since that realization has been electric. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself because of you. I’m not afraid to ask for what I want and to take it because of you. Because of you, I can have a slice of normalcy that I have always craved and I am forever grateful about it. Now, as we embark on this next chapter of our lives, I promise to continue to be the woman you have helped me become and to stay by your side whenever you wish to grow as a person. My final vow to you is to always find a way to make you laugh, even if I have to say ass every second of the day. I love you, Rafe Cameron, and I am ready for the eternity we are about to enter together.”

Rafe takes out the rings from the inside of his jacket pocket and hands them over to Topper. They exchange their rings with shaky hands and tearful eyes. “Please join me in congratulating the happy couple. I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” Topper declares. The room erupts with cheers as Rafe’s arm snakes around her waist to bring her to a dip. They stare at each other with love for a second before she arches her chin up to meet his lips. The connection of her lips sends shivers down her spine and it feels like they are kissing for the first time ever.

———

In all honesty, hiding their marriage is easier than she expected. It may be because Y/N and Rafe have opted for wearing their wedding rings in matching lockets on chains while they plan their public weddings, yet she feels like there is still a shift in how they treat each other. They are going through the honeymoon phase all over again. Physical contact is always on display between lovers and it is as though the sole thing they can talk about is each other. Their family members would even argue they both have a certain glow to them. To add to that, the newlyweds have been going at it like bunnies.

Fiction based on royalty is often wrong, except sometimes Y/N likes to read royalty romance novels because it gives her naughty ideas. Her most recent read? Twisted Games. She giggles as she makes her way down the dark hallway, hauling Rafe behind her. The sound of her giddiness halts once they get in front of the ornate gold and white doors. The door creaks as she pokes her head between the parted slit and double-checks that no one is inside the room. Even though the room has no reason to be occupied, with their high status, it is better to be safe than caught. She verifies the coast is clear and beckons her husband into the room. He chortles at the sight of her running toward the throne, still dragging him on the way. She pushes him onto the red velvet cushioned chair. The golden wood complements him in a way that only entices her more. There is a slight bounce to his landing. “It feels scandalous that I am on the throne,” he jokes, wiggling in his seat. Her knees cage him into place and dig into the fabric. His hands fall to the back of her thigh. He gives them a squeeze that makes a grin appear on his face. She brings her face near his ear, “You’re my husband. I think I can let slide such sacrilege.” He groans at the pressure of her crotch against the growing bulge in his gray sweatpants.

He tracks his hands under her sleep shirt and takes it off. His fingers roll her left nipple between them, while he takes the right one into her mouth. He swirls his tongue around the bud and she grinds her hips against him. “I love it when you call me that,” he wails from the back of his throat. Heat rises to her cheeks, “Well get used to it, Baby. That’s who you are going to be to me for the rest of our lives.” One of his hands raises to slap her bum. “I don’t want it any other way, Princess.” He peppers her face with kisses before taking his own shirt off. They rid themselves of their bottoms in a heated kiss. Rafe tries to switch positions with her so he can go down on her; however, she stops him. He looks up at her with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. “I need you inside of me, now,” she explains. Her desire is evident in her voice and he nods.

His hand goes between them so he can line himself up with her hole and she presses her hands against his shoulder as she sinks down onto his dick. They both moan at the sensation. It takes her a minute to adjust to him and then she begins to rise and fall on him. He grips her waist to help her movements. Her head is thrown back with her eyes closed and his eyes are focused on where their bodies connect. They move in tandem with each other until pressure has built up in the pit of both of their stomachs. Her walls clamp onto his spasming dick. She collapses onto him, pressing her chest against his. His arms pull her closer to him and he kisses her soaked forehead. “I am never going to get tired of this,” he pants into her ear. Her head snuggles into his neck, “What? The sex?”

“No. I mean yes, but I was talking about being with you. Having you as my wife is the best thing to ever happen to me and I can’t wait to be with you forever.”

“I can’t wait for that either, Baby. I love you, Rafe.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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Symphony No. 40 - Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Title: Symphony No. 40

Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Khaji-Da, and Milagro (Mentioned)

WC: 1,649

Warnings: Teasing, flirting, slight suggestion (nothing major), Blue Beetle canon violence mentioned very briefly, cuddling, nicknames, and so much fluff

The soft melody of classical music coming from your radio filled your small bedroom. It was a song that you recognized, but you didn't know whether it was Mozart or Beethoven. Either way, you were just enjoying your quiet night in, humming along to the music as you read your fantasy book in your hands.

It was one of your favorites, about a young woman who was chosen to become the new Elf Queen. It was full of adventure, romance, and it even made you laugh most of the time. You really liked one of the characters, Torien, she was the kingdom's head guard. She was witty and funny, and she reminded you of a friend of yours.

Just as you were getting to the good part, with Allena, the new Elf Queen, and Filius, a human traveler, there was a knock on your window. Pausing, you looked up from your book pages, letting out a sigh but smiling nonetheless when you saw Jaime at your window.

Getting up, you head over to the window. Unlocking it, you pushed the window up, allowing Jaime to hop in. You helped pull him in, your smile widening slightly as you watched him stumble a bit. It surprised you that even though he was a superhero, he still had a hard time getting into your room.

Letting out his own sign, he stood up straight, giving you his charming, but sheepish smile. "Hey, sorry for just coming over without letting you know first." He apologized, rubbing the nape of his neck as he looked at you with a bashful smile, "Didn't mean to interrupt your reading."

Shaking your head, you smiled and waved a hand dismissively. "No worries, Jaime, are you alright?"

Jaime shrugged, dropping his hand to stuff both of them in his jacket pockets, "Just tired. And I wanted to see you."

With your heart skipping a beat from his sweet comment, you smiled mischievously as you glanced from Jaime, to your bed, and back. "Too tired for cuddling?" You asked, innocently, fidgeting with your fingers in front of you.

"Well, I'm never too tired to cuddle you." Jaime answered, looking away. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck again.

You couldn't help but admire him for a moment, absolutely smitten by him. Your heart fluttered a little as you walked up to him, cupping his cheek. Smiling softly, you leaned up and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. "You're always welcome to come here whenever you want. No matter what time it is. I'm always up for cuddles, or talking, or anything really..." You trailed off, shrugging a shoulder as Jaime took a step closer, his hands coming out of his pockets to hold onto your waist.

"Anything?" Jaime asked, a small smirk appearing on his face as he gazed down at you intently, making your own cheeks feel warm as you swallowed thickly.

"Well, yes,.." You admitted slowly, looking up at him through your eyelashes, as Jaime gulped.

"Jaime, your serotonin and oxytocin levels are rising at an alarming rate." Khaji-Da's voice echoed through his mind, making Jaime let out a small huff.

"Shut up," He spoke softly, making you raise an eyebrow, only for the young superhero to shake his head, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, "Not you, mi amor. Khaji-Da." He explained, making you hum.

"What did Khaji say?" You asked, generally interested as Jaime just smiled at the nickname you gave his scarab.

Jaime then shook his head lightly, his curls bouncing as he did so, "Nothing,"

You hummed, not really believing him as you grabbed his hand from your cheek. Stepping back, you pulled Jaime to your bed. Flopping down on your side of the bed, you were about to grab your book when Jaime plopped down beside you.

You watched as he nudged your legs open a bit before laying down in between them. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed the side of his face into your stomach, inhaling deeply before releasing a soft groan. You laughed quietly at the sight, resting a hand gently on his head.

Brushing your fingers through his hair, Jaime sighed in content as you played with his curls. You were so amazed by how soft his curls were, it was like petting clouds. You knew that he loved it when you played with his hair as well. You had found that it relaxed him greatly.

Biting your bottom lip, you grabbed your book with your free hand. Opening it to the page you were last on, you got back to reading; your other hand running through Jaime's hair, occasionally gently scratching at his scalp which sent shivers down his spine.

As you began to hum to the classical music, a small smile grew on Jaime's lips. Jaime never thought he'd find someone like you, someone so amazing in every sense of the word. Who was understanding and patient with him. Who was funny and who he was absolutely in love with.

He could feel himself growing drowsy and heavy against your stomach, but he forced himself to stay awake. For you. For this moment. He wanted to be present and awake.

Your eyes glanced at Jaime, a soft smile on your face as you noticed how exhausted he seemed to be.

"You should sleep. Take a nap, honey." You suggested, brushing your thumb down the space in between his brows and down the slope of his nose. Jaime opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again after a few moments, closing his eyes as he leaned further into your touch.

Jaime knew he shouldn't go to sleep, but he was too comfortable to argue with your wishes. He was so tired, and so captivated by you, that he couldn't even think properly anymore. Jaime let himself succumb to sleep, snuggling deeper into your stomach, his fingers dipping beneath your shirt to press against your soft, warm skin; grounding him.

You continued to listen to the music, running your fingers through his hair soothingly as you continued to read your book. You didn't know how long he had been out until you heard his phone go off. Your hand went still on his head, watching as Jaime's eyebrows furrowed and he groaned.

Blinking, Jaime pushed himself up, falling onto his side on the bed, and pulling out his phone from his pocket. A small, disappointed frown came to his face and you mirrored it. He had to go.

"Hero stuff?" You asked softly, trying not to sound too upset as Jaime let out a sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, something happened. I need to meet with some of the team." Jaime answered, running a hand through his hair before dropping his phone onto the bed, and letting out a deep sigh, running a hand down his face.

You hummed sadly, seeing how tired he was. Reaching over, you threaded your fingers through his dark hair once more, smiling wistfully as Jaime shut his eyes for a moment. "You better go then. Even though I really want to keep you here." You muttered, Jaime opening his eyes to meet yours as he raised himself up on an arm.

"You could keep me here," He suggested, trailing off a bit, "If you want to."

Your cheeks flushed, grinning as you rolled your eyes playfully, "I wish I could but I don't want any angry superheroes at my door just because I made you miss some super important meetup." Your hand left his hair, your fingers trailing down to caress his jawline. "Besides, the world needs you, Blue Beetle."

Jaime nodded before dropping his head, cheeks flushed as his stomach fluttered at the sound of your voice calling him by his hero name. "You're right. I guess I'll go." He finally relented, pushing himself up. Scooting over, Jaime pressed both his hands on the mattress between your head, leaning forward, pressing his lips to yours in a goodbye.

His lips lingered against yours for a moment, pulling back as you both breathed softly against each other. Eyes half-lidded as he pressed one more final kiss to your lips, which you quickly returned. But before Jaime could have any chance to try and stay, you broke the kiss, chuckling softly as you rested a hand on his cheek, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, "Go, be safe."

Jaime chuckled, kissing your forehead, his curls tickling your forehead and the apples of your cheeks as he did so, making you smile brightly, "Always, mi amor."

Sitting up on your arms, you watched as Jaime stumbled off your bed and looped a leg over your windowsill. Turning to look at you once more, Jaime gave you his signature wide grin, throwing you one last wink before gracefully crashing onto the metal fire-escape.

You pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle any of your laughter as you watched Jaime sit up, now in his Blue Beetle attire. "I'm alright! I'm fine! I'm good!" He exclaimed, slightly embarrassed, his arms raised to reassure you that he was indeed alright.

Before you knew it, he flew off in a haze of blue, leaving you alone once again. Sighing, you turned your attention to your room again. Getting up, you shut and locked your window before hopping back into bed. Looking at your book, you opened it, only to pause and let out a small yawn.

Closing your book, you sat it on your bedside table, next to the framed photos of you and Jaime visiting Palmera and of you and Jaime with his sister. That picture always made you laugh. You laid on your side, facing the now shut window as you closed your eyes, and drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face; feeling warmth bloom in your chest.

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Midnight Ministrations

A/N: after the sad fic, Parallel Lines - I offer you my new smutty fic.

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Summary: Your husband, Loki is feeling restless about his upcoming coronation so you lend a hand and more to help him rest.

Pairing: Husband/Crown Prince!Loki x Wife!Reader

It was the dead of the night, you were awoken as you felt Loki's side of the bed was empty. You slowly sit up only to find your lover, draped in his regal emerald satin robe, slightly drooping on one shoulder from being loose, deep in his thoughts with quills and parchments in front as he sat on the desk.

Loki's mind was simultaneously blank and full at the same time - despite his eloquence, he couldn't find the right words to write for his speech on his upcoming coronation, and it was keeping him up tonight.

You lightly walked towards him and embraced him from the back, "Darling, you should get some rest," your warm breath cooed in his ear.

" My heart, as much as I want to drown in your embrace, I am anxious about tomorrow. Slumber does not seem to visit me tonight, " He wearily answered.

You turned to face him, dark circles were visible under the eyes of Loki, proof of his restlessness these past few days. You cupped his cheek, your warm hands felt like a soothing balm as he nudged it to his face. "Everything will be alright, love. Tonight, resign yourself to me so I could treat you like a king - my king" He nodded, and a sly smile grew on your face as you straddle him on the chair.

You brought your lips to Loki's, a kiss so deep and passionate you exchanged breathy moans against each other. You grabbed the dark locks from the back of his head, drawing out a guttural grunt from the hungry god.

You broke the kiss to open up his robe and unmounted him. He let out a slight whimper from the lack of touch but you swiftly returned to pepper him with kisses from his neck, down to his chest, down to his navel - as you arched your back, firmly securing your arms on the god's thighs as you do so.

His semi-erect cock towered and twitched, begging for your attention - with one hand you held his shaft, and the other his balls. You wet your lips before taking him inside your warm mouth slowly. Loki threw his head back in pleasure as he grabbed your hair. You pumped his member with your hand and caved your cheeks to suck him in a steady tempo, Loki gyrating his hips in response making his cock hit the back of your throat. He moaned your name over and over like a prayer.

"Darling, I'm getting close. Please let me inside you" he begged. With a pop, you let his cock go and he stood to carry you bridal-style to your matrimonial bed.

He removed your flimsy nightgown as he laid you gently on the bed, sucking one nipple and groping the other. One hand traveled downwards to rub your swelling nub before inserting his digits into your already dripping cunt.

After he made sure you were ready, he guided his cock to your warm folds, slowly sinking to the hilt. Your warm walls suck him deeper as he slowly grinds inside you.

"Oh pet, you are my Valhalla and Hel at the same time, you make me a madman," he grunted as he quickened his pace. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he hit all the best parts inside you.

"I'm coming, love - pour your seed inside me," you raspily voiced out as a tight knot formed in your core.

"As you wish my queen," he breathily responded as your warm climax coats his throbbing dick inside you, your whole body shuddered and convulsed in pleasure sending him into an equally earth-shattering orgasm too.

The scent of sweat and sex covered the room, as Loki slumped beside you, instantly falling asleep. You covered him with a blanket and pecked a good night kiss on his cheek before falling asleep.

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World on Fire

author's note: hi! this is my first time EVER writing a fanfic! i thought long about it and decided to publish it. english isn't my first language so there might be some errors (sorry!). its not proof read :( hope you enjoy reading it!! :)

AU: Rhaenyra and Aegon are twins, they are both 16 years old. Aemma died while giving birth to Aemond, who is now 12 years old, while Helaena is 14. Viserys decided to not remarry. Alicent has the same age as the twins.

!!Warnings!!: incest (targcest), barely explict sex.

Chapter I

Rhaenyra was strolling in the godswood garden, the sun high up in the sky, a gentle breeze made her silver hair, which was in a soft braid, flow in the wind freely.

She spotted Aegon, sitting against the heart tree, reading some book that probably had 2000 pages, it was probably an erotica; like that one time that she found him reading 'A Caution for Young Girls' by Lady Coryanne Wylde, one of the ladies-in-waiting of Queen Alysanne.

When he saw her shadow on his book, he lifted his head up to look at her, a smirk appeared on his face, some of his silver hair was stuck to his forehead due to the hot weather that made him sweat like a pig.

She looked down at him and smiled softly, her arms were behind her back, she leaned down and took a look at the book that he was holding: "What are you reading? I assume that it's an history book, studying a little would do you quite well." she said in jest, she knew him well enough to know that he probably held an history book once or twice.

He looked down at his book and then back at her: "Well, it's definitely an history book!" he said jokingly, an heartly laugh coming out of his lips.

"I'm still reading the book that one of the ladies-in-waiting of Queen Alysanne wrote. I doubt that it's actually a biography like people say, but it's still a pretty good book. It's entertaining enough." he continued, before closing his book with a loud thud and now giving her his full attention.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with some septa, doing womanly things like knitting or something?" he asked, putting the book down beside him.

Rhaenyra sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around her legs, her pale yellow dress getting a little dirty from sitting down in a not-so-clean garden.

"I didn't feel like doing that. I preferred spending some time with my oh-so beloved brother!" She said with a smile, her head turned to the left to look into his amethyst eyes.

"Are you going to sneak out and go into the city tonight?" she said quietly, not wanting anyone to hear them.

"Aye, i always do that." he responded quietly as well. "Can you bring me with you? I've practically never went outside of the Red Keep." she asked quietly, reaching out to take his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining.

"What?! Are you crazy? Father would kill me if he found out that I took you with me out into the city!" he responded in a loud tone, he didn't want to take her out with the fear that, if, Viserys, their father, found out he would have his head.

"Please Aegon, I'll die if i spend one more boring night here!" she begged him. "Nonono, i like my head attached to my body, thank you." he answered, almost angrily, before letting his gaze soften, he leaned in to kiss her, hoping that she would forgive him for not taking her into the city.

She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight as she kissed him passionately. When their lips parted, a string of their mixed saliva still connected them to eachother, Aegon chuckled before kissing Rhaenyra again to get rid of the string.

They were still in eachother's arms, their breath mixing, both of them taking in the smell of them together. Rhaenyra leaned in to give him a soft peck on his rost lips.

She leaned back and frowned slightly "Then why don't you stay at home with me? Just for tonight? We could...hide in some corner of the Keep, enjoy eachother's company."

She suggested hoping he would accept. "Just for tonight." he agreed. She smiled widely, and he did as well. "Do you think that father will accept to marry us? I'm 16 now, he wants me to get married soon and I don't want to marry a fat Lord or something like that. I want you" she changed topics.

They had already talked about marrying eachother, they would have loved waking up next to eachother for the rest of their lives, spending their days teaching their children High Valyrian.

Her eyes were looking straight into his, a profound sadness was into them, Rhaenyra always looked sad and he had no idea why. She had everything, people would kill to be in her place but she still complained about having to wear pretty dresses and spend her days reading on a bed with gold sheets.

"I think he will. If he won't, we'll get married anyway. We could...flee to Dragonstone and get married in secret, like King Jaehaerys did with his sister Alysanne." he responded softly, Rhaenyra smiled gently, hoping that he's right. "I should get going. I have a lesson with the Maester now. I'm actually going to study History now, I'm on the chapter about Aegon the Conqueror." he continued.

He kissed her lips and hugged her before he got up and walked away from the heart tree, stepping inside into the Red Keep. Rhaenyra was now all alone, she followed his every step with her eyes until he was no longer visible.

She could feel herself getting hot under her gown, the way his long hair looked like melted silver, it fell gracefully on his shoulders. She saw that he left the book that he was reading onto the soft grass, she took it up and opened it into a random page, reading a few lines of that erotic tome that Aegon loved so much.

It was page 104, the first lines cited this: -It was like there was a waterfall between my legs. He pulled me into a stable, a white stallion was next to us while we copulated. He pushed me gently onto the hay, he opened my dress open, he almost ripped my undergarments, he couldn't wait anymore, he had to dominate me right there, that second precisely. He placed himself right before my entrance, he was the key to my lock, my lips were parted in anticipation.-

Rhaenyra's cheeks became red, she understood now why the High Septon had burned almost all the copies of this book, but she was grateful that Aegon managed to keep one copy perfectly intact, she was quite invested into the biography of Lady Coryanne Wylde now: people say that she actually lost her maidenhead into that stable with that farm boy.

She closed the book with a thud and stood up, she looked up at the sky, the red leaves of the heart tree were casting a shadow over her, protecting her eyes from the sun. She held the book in one hand and the hem of her yellow-ish dress in the other, so she wouldn't trip over it and fall.

She walked inside and quickly strolled into her chambers, greeting Ser Criston Cole outside of her door and locking it behind her. She put the tome on her bed and changed into her night wear: a soft silk nightie in a beatiful white color.

She undid her hair, the braid that it was put in left it in soft waves. She hopped inside her bed and under the sheets, she opened the book and started reading it from the first page, hoping that in a few hours Aegon would sneak into her room from the secret passage that was next to her wardrobe.

After reading a few chapters, she fell asleep, even if it was still early in the evening, the sun was still high up in the sky and cast a soft, orange light on her face, enhancing her heavenly features.

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curious anon here!

how guilty was jake when he gave aohi a hard time?

for enhypen boys what physical affection do they do to aohi?

do engenes ship enha w aohi?

Hello nonnie! Let’s answer these questions ^^

How guilty was Jake when he gave Aohi a hard time?

Jake was pretty guilty! Aohi has reassured him multiple times that it was okay, and that he had a right to be angry.

Aohi’s reassurances made him even more guilt-ridden though, he didn’t know why Aohi was so forgiving, and it ate him up that sometimes, for a period of time, he actually has cried to Aohi about it.

And she understood, always comforting him as much as he could. She did everything and continues to do anything to calm Jake’s guilt, because it resurfaces time to time.

Jake is thankful for Aohi’s understanding and how she chooses to love him even with their past.

For EN- boys, what physical affection do the boys give to Aohi?

Heeseung -> he prefers placing his arm around her shoulders, a protective gesture. He also enjoys sitting her on his lap, giving him comfort like a weighted blanket does.

Jay -> Forehead kisses, tucking her hair behind her ears, styling her hair. He’s the most domestic with Aohi. He does things a husband does, especially the one where his hand rubs at Aohi’s upper arm whenever it’s cold. He also loves spoon-feeding her, sometimes Aohi thinks she’s being babied more than being a gf.

Jake -> Waist hugs! He thinks Aohi fits so perfectly in his arms, and it’s like a human plushie, when he’s tired, Aohi stands between his legs as he sits and he falls asleep on her shoulder. He also loves sloppy cheek kisses, puffing his cheeks and Aohi lowk hates how her cheeks full of Jake’s saliva.

Sunghoon -> Playing with her fingers, running his hand through Aohi’s hair, playing with the strands, sometimes he likes to pinch at Aohi’s earlobes, not enough to hurt but enough to feel ticklish. He’s the type of person to have a fixation in his partner, so he spends most of his time admiring Aohi’s features.

Sunoo -> butterfly kisses. Sometimes that’s how he wakes Aohi up after sleeping in the same bed together. He turns to her and the tip of his nose makes Aohi sneeze because of how ticklish it is. He also runs his hand through Aohi’s hair, massaging the nape of her neck.

Jungwon -> the most kiss-hungry. Loves giving pecks on the lips all the time (when they’re at home ofc) he’s come into the girls’ dorms and he just sits in Aohi’s bed and takes her face and covers her face with kisses, muffled sounds of disagreement coming from Aohi. He also loves keeping an arm around her waist, protective and possessive sometimes.

Ri-ki -> the type to guide Aohi’s hands to wherever he wants, sometimes he places her arms around his neck to hug, or when they’re gaming, he ushers Aohi to his chair so she could sit while he games. Nape kisses are a must for him! He also loves Cuddles, he’s Aohi’s #1 cuddlebug. He’s the type to already be in Aohi’s bed before she could even ask if he wants to cuddle.

Do Engenes ship Aohi & the boys?

I’d like to say so! Even though Aohi’s relationship with the boys are kept under wraps, sometimes the engenes see how Aohi dotes on her boys, and they can’t help but think that’s endearing.

Obviously some engenes dislike it, but Aohi and the boys don’t put their attention on it because unbothered kings and queen ‼️

#˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ it’s mintie!#≡; ꒰ °aohi’s question board! ꒱#˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑶𝑯𝑰!

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lacyscabinet · 1 year

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The Queen

A/N: Heyyyy!!! this was supposed to be an headcanon but it turned out to be a fic. enjoyyy

Natalie Scatorccio x Reader

also requests are always open (send me your ideas!!!)

Summary : after Natalie becomes the Antler Queen you think your relationship won't be the same anymore.

MASTERLIST

Warnings: violence, standard yellowjackets warnings, SPOILERSSSSS

It all happened so fast, one moment her friends were trying to take her down and the next they were kneeling at her feet, kissing her hand.

Natalie zoned out, blinded by the moment, just letting all those feelings and all the adrenaline sink in, until she felt a familiar, soft, lingering hand on hers, it was you,

you didn't partecipate to the hunt, too shocked to even move at the thought of losing the love of your life, but yet, there you were, in front of her just like everyone else, tears in both of your eyes.

Nat simply smiled, you kissed her hand and then leaned in to place a tender peck on her lips, and then going back to your spot on the floor next to Van and Tai.

The girl looked down at all of her friends, feeling things she never felt before, smiling with tears streaming down her face.

It was later that night, you curled up in your usual spot where you and Nat spend your evenings at the cabin, under the thick blankets left by the dead man, but mostly seeking warmth in each other's arms.

You were in disbelief when Natalie joined you that night, and she must've noticed

"What's wrong baby?" she whispered, sitting down on the makeshift bed and bringing the blanket up to her knees

"I thought you were going to sleep... somewhere else" you said, she seemed extremely confused , then she spoke again with a questioning look "Why would you think that?"

"You are...the one who should lead us, you are... important" you answered, hushed voice

Nat lightly chuckles at that, shaking her head and fully laying down, motioning for you to lay your head on her chest, and as you got comfortable she said "It's still me" and then kisses the top of your head lovingly "Whatever it's happening doesn't mean that I won't stick around you anymore"

"I still love you, I think I'll always will"

At those words you couldn't help but blush and nuzzle your face into her neck, mumbling "I love you too"

She stroked your hair and then pulled you in for a proper kiss, your hands reached to her cheeks, they were dirty with mud and dirt, but she still managed to look beautiful.

When you pulled away you rubbed your nose on hers making Natalie chuckle

"Here" you said, leaning down to soak a piece of fabric in a water bucket near your bed and then bringing it up to her face and softly cleaning her skin as best as you could.

Nat was taken back by your softness, not even noticing a little tear slipping out from her eyes "Thank you baby, thank you so much".

After that, you both got comfy again, all cuddled up under the covers, Nat noticed you shiver in her arms, so she started to rub your back and holding you closer, occasionally blowing her warm breath on your cheeks, drifting off to sleep.

Suddently, the stinging smell of smoke reached her nose, causing her to immediately get up and look around, not beliving her eyes.

Flames were burning all around the cabin, expanding on the inside of the wooden structure

Some of the girls already woken up, panicking and trying to gather their most priced possessions and attempting to open the door

Nat went back to her bed to shake you awake "Baby! Babe wake up!"

You tiredly rubbed the sleep out of your eyes but immediately waking up when you understood what was going on, helping the girls to collect stuff.

After a minute they finally opened the door, running through the flames and into the burning cold snow.

The cabin was gone, the place that caused all of you so much pain but that gave you a place to stay as well, burning down to ashes.

"How are we going to survive now" Nat thought to herself, staring in horror at the scene in front of her while holding you to her tightly under a blanket.

A/N: guys really send some requests please, I'll ran out of ideas at some point :')

#natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio x y/n #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader

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a-strange-inkling · 1 year

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Hey Jealousy (Old Haunts Universe)

Hawkins, Indiana

1985

“God, he’s all over her today.”

Eddie stops mid stride, just sneaking back from his quick midday smoke behind the bus garage. He wasn’t usually one to dabble in the affairs of cheerleaders (unless if he’s invited to of course) but that little side quip laced with spiky envy from Tracy Verdonowitz is enough to grab his attention by the back of the neck and yank him out of his half high, kinda still hungover stupor.

“I mean… I think it’s sweet!” A blonde junior points out.

“It’s disgusting.” Tracy replies shortly.

He knows just who they're talking about before he lifts his baggy, burned out gaze across the campus… because of course it’s them. Of fucking course. Who else could it be? As a district, town, planet they all just orbit around them, every freaking little thing they do. Nobody ever bothers to have a thought or a life of their own, nooooo… they all feed obsessively suckle off of the general perfection that is always just oozing off of the King and Queen. Because, let’s be honest, their mundane is the fucking glory of Valinor for the rest of them, the motley, miserable, midwest student body of Hawkin’s High.

And he can’t climb on his soap box or lunch table to protest about it today, because he too stops and he looks.

Eddie’s throat constricts as he tries and fails to swallow, that dull pain at seeing any and every of their daily intimacies having a little more sting to it in his presently raw state of being.

Unfortunately, he did not get drunk enough over the weekend to not notice that something was different about them. Tracy’s bite isn’t just a jealous over exaggeration (no judgment by the way), because the PDA has definitely been cranked up a notch.

They’re relatively innocent on average, to be fair. Very Jack and Jill. Ken and Barbie. Fred and Daphne. Hand holding, quick pecks on the cheek, an arm around her shoulder. Prim and proper, clean, but today…

Carver really has been all over this girl, he’s presently got her trapped against the passenger door of his jeep, all bent over her, one hand pressed against the molding, the other inching up beneath her gym shirt.

Eddie can’t really see her, which he’s honestly grateful for. She’s obscured from view by the front end of the vehicle and the hundred and sixty pound hormonal jock sucking her face off.

He can only see her braced legs under the car, and her little hand latched tightly on Jason’s wrist like a vice where he’s reaching up her shirt.

“Woaw.” Gigi sighs, biting the corner of her lip as she watches the tryst intently. Obviously some basic biology questions being answered for her.

Jason’s hand moves from the molding to hold her neck and Eddie has to look away, down into the cracks of the pavement he wished he was buried under, because it’s… it’s too much, especially after Indianapolis and… he just can’t today. No matter how much he wants to know what has upped the rating to PG-13, he needs to keep walking, to get back inside. Keslink’s test sure isn’t going to flunk itself.

He barely manages a heavy step forward when the senior cheer captain Kelly Brooks speaks up next with that slight southern lilt to her voice. “Oh sweetie, that’s not really surprising, especially after Saturday.”

“What happened Saturday?” Becky asks, lowering her voice as they all gather around her. “You mean at homecoming?”

#hi!#i’m not dead #just have been overwhelmed with my job #this is one of the old haunts one shots in the works with chrissy and eddie dealing with their insecurities #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #snippet saturday #old haunts

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luckyroll3 · 3 months

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Crimson Lights: Chapter 5

“Hyunjin’s always a fucking menace,” Changbin says. “He thinks he was put on this Earth to seduce and harass everyone. And the two of them,” he gestures between Chris and Hyunjin, “have always had an…..” he thinks carefully before continuing, “interesting relationship since we were kids.” I must have given him a look because he added, “I’m sure Chan will tell you if you ask.”

“Hmmm….” I say, as I finish my glass of wine. “Top me up, please. I need to use the bathroom.” As Changbin refills my glass, he points to a hallway at the other end of the kitchen.

As I walk pass Chris in the kitchen, I can't resist giving his firm ass a playful swat. While in the bathroom, I realize that I’m quite tipsy and make a mental note to slow down on the wine. I exit back into the hallway. Suddenly, Chris presses me against the wall and kisses me deeply. "I couldn't resist one more before dinner," he murmurs against my lips, trailing kisses down my neck. "And I promise we won't be interrupted again later tonight."

“We’ll see about that,” I tease, pulling him back in for another kiss.

We lose ourselves in each other for a few minutes until our impromptu make-out session is interrupted by the sound of music blasting from nearby speakers.

With a chuckle, Chris leads me back to the main area. "It never ends," he remarks, shaking his head in amusement.

I follow closely behind Chris, my eyes widening as I see Changbin and Hyunjin dancing a choreographed routine in the middle of the living room. Chris grins and rushes over to join them, effortlessly blending into their synchronized movements. The three of them exude sexiness as they turn their backs to us and circle their hips along to the words. “I’m a smarter, baby, smarter…” As the song continues, they turn around with precise footwork and arm movements.

Minho stands next to me. “Do you listen to K-Pop?”

“I do. I wouldn’t call myself a hardcore fan or anything, but there are some songs and groups I really enjoy.” The music changes to G-Idle’s Queen Card. “Oooh, I know this one!” I say excitedly as I attempt to mimic the dance moves I know.

Changbin's eyes light up as he spots me and a wide grin spreads across his face. He rushes over to me, taking my hand and pulling me into the center of the room with him. We dance together, our bodies moving in sync as we shout out the lyrics, “I’m a star, star, star! Queen card, I’m top. I’m twerking on the runway!” I playfully spank Changbin's ass and he turns around with a mischievous grin on his face.

The song ends and Changbin eagerly asks if I know the new one. Without waiting for an answer, he starts teaching me the moves to SuperLady.

Some time later. Felix and Han walk by carrying the different dishes to the dining table, while Chris follows behind with a steaming lasagna in hand. As he passes us, he teasingly says over his shoulder, “Do I have to worry about you and Changbin now?”

“Yes,” I chuckle as Changbin and I follow them to the table. “I think he’s my best friend now! Sorry!” I give Chris a quick peck on the cheek.

“100%,” Changbin says as we laugh and clink our wine glasses together.

As we all settle into our seats, Hyunjin gracefully glides in with two more bottles of wine. He sets one in front of me with a wink, and carries the other to his seat at the end of the table. The table is filled with an array of dishes, the aromas enticing and mouth-watering. Despite the constant passing of plates and bottles, the conversation continues to flow effortlessly. It feels as if I've always been a part of their group. As the night wears on, Chris' hand remains steadfastly on my thigh, our fingers entwined in a comforting grip.

As the last of the bottles is drained, Changbin suggests the boys relocate to his place. Han playfully chimes in, “Looks like they need some alone time,” he says while gesturing to Chris and me,followed by an exaggerated kissy face.

“Yeah, it’s time for you assholes to leave,” Chris jokes as he starts ushering them towards the elevator.

Changbin turns to me with a grin and says, “Sunday night watch party, bestie?” reminding me of our plans earlier to catch up on our shows.

I reply with a laugh, "Yes, it's already in my calendar." I begin gathering up dishes from the table and carrying them to the sink.

Changbin makes a fist-pumping motion and mouths the word alright. He then whispers, "Good luck," gesturing towards Chris with his eyebrows before hurrying off to join the rest in the elevator.

I turn on the water in the sink and start to wash the dishes. I see Chris gather the rest of the plates, utensils, and glasses and walk them over to me. “You don’t need to do that,” he says. “I got it.”

"Chris, you cooked. I can at least do this much," I insist. “Plus, I’m a dishwashing pro!”

“Alright, Dr. Kay,” he concedes with a chuckle, stepping aside. “I’ll go pack up the leftovers and clean the dining room.”

My hands slide into the warm, sudsy water, the bubbles tickling my wrists as I scrub. The rhythmic motion was soothing, almost meditative, but I couldn't ignore the electric anticipation humming through the space between us. Although we both work mostly in silence, we keep exchanging furtive glances between us.

As I place the last plate under the running water to rinse the suds off, I feel the air shift behind me. Coolness brushes against my skin, replaced instantly by a warmth that seems to radiate from Chris even before he touches me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and a shiver cascades down my spine in a silent wave.

"Almost done?" His voice was soft, a mere breath over my shoulder, yet it vibrates through me like a plucked string.

"J-just about," I manage, my focus splintering as his presence envelops me. There was a momentary pause, my senses heightening in the stillness, waiting for him to close that last inch of space between us. I gingerly lay the plate in the drying rack.

Then, without warning, I feel the solid press of his chest against my back, his arms sliding around my waist with a gentle firmness that pulls me into him. My breath stops, suspended in the cocoon of his embrace and the unexpected proximity.

"Good," Chris murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, igniting tiny sparks that dance their way along my nerves. He kisses a path up toward my ear, each touch feather-light yet searing, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

I tilt my head to grant him better access, my hands clutching the edge of the sink for balance. The porcelain is cool under my fingertips, grounding me as his lips wander with an unhurried pace, exploring with an intimacy that suggests both patience and longing.

Chris' breath, a warm caress against my ear, breaks through the silence of the kitchen. "Kay," he whispers, his voice a soft rumble that vibrates to the core of me, "Your skin looks like caramel; I’ve been dying to know if you taste that way too. May I taste you?”

The question lingers, charged with an intensity that tethers my heartbeat to his every word. A jolt of anticipation surges through me, igniting every nerve ending with a singular focus on the presence of this man who, until recently, was just a charismatic stranger in my building.

"Chris…," I breathe out, my voice barely a whisper, betraying the maelstrom of desire swirling within. He spins me around to face him, eyes locked on mine searing straight to my soul. He places one hand on my collarbone, his thumb gently stroking up and down on my skin. The sink's edge presses into my back, cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. My hands slip from the damp porcelain, relinquishing their tight hold as I lean back with a nod, granting permission.

He smirks, then his lips brush the tender skin beneath my jawline before he squats, bringing him eye level with my crotch. He unbuttons and unzips my jeans. With painstaking care, he tugs both the jeans and my underwear towards the floor, motioning for me to lift each leg out. He lifts my right leg and places it over his left shoulder as he peppers my inner thigh with kisses. Each measured breath draws him closer to my pussy.

The air in the kitchen thickens as Chris's tongue teases my folds.

My body tingles with excitement, unable to contain the thrill coursing through me. His left hand settles on my hip and gently guides me toward his face. I feel his tongue move up slowly from my slit to my clitoris, then back down again. As he repeats this motion, his other hand slides under my shirt, then under the fabric of my bra before brushing against my erect nipple. He squeezes it, sending shockwaves of pleasure down my spine.

Chris’ hand on my waist grasps harder and pulls us even closer together. It prompts me to wrap my wet fingers in his hair to hold him to me. He slurps slowly at first, savoring every taste he collects from me. The touch of his mouth and tongue are deliberate, worshipful, tracing paths of longing across my flesh with the gentlest pressure. Every brush of his mouth was a discovery, a claim, as if he were mapping a territory that he yearned to know by heart. His tongue starts to swirl and twirl around my clit, sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through my core. The countertop digging into my lower back draws a sharp contrast against the softness of his lips as he begins to indulge more forcefully in tasting me. I tilt my head back as I focus on the tingling, each movement of his mouth a stroke of artistry on my senses.

My hips start to rock involuntarily against his face as he takes me deeper into his mouth with each lick and suckle. His lips and tongue work in perfect harmony, teasing and pleasuring my most sensitive spot until I can hardly stand it. His teeth graze my clit with just the right amount of pressure, causing me to quiver and gasp. His mouth moves back down to my opening to drink in every drop of wetness escaping me and coating his lips. “Delicious,” he murmurs against my skin, the vibrations of his voice adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. He returns to my throbbing clit and dives in with renewed vigor, his tongue darting, lapping, sucking at me greedily. As if that wasn’t enough, he repositions his hand from my tit and slips two fingers into me, stretching and filling me just enough to drive me wild.

With each thrust forward of his wrist, his fingertips hit that perfect spot inside me that makes me moan and writhe even harder. My walls begin to clench around his fingers as I release more fluid, lost in the pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as he continues to work his magic on me. My breath quickens and my moans grow louder as the familiar warmth spreads from my clit to the rest of my body. And then it happens - an orgasm so intense it leaves me gasping for air. “Oh fuck,” I moan loudly as waves rip through me, leaving my body trembling.

Chris pulls his fingers out of me and plants a soft kiss on my inner thigh before standing up and capturing my lips with his. I taste myself on his tongue as it skillfully dances against mine. “Good girl,” he whispers against my lips, reminiscent of his statement to Hyunjin earlier in the evening, his voice laced with approval and desire. As he resumes kissing me, I feel his lips curl up into a smile.

In one quick motion that leaves no room for hesitation, Chris’ arms encircle me and effortlessly lift me from the stable edge of the sink. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He presses me tightly against him as he starts to walk towards his bedroom. The journey there is a blur, our mouths fused together in a lustful kiss as he carries me down the hallway and nudges the door open with his knee.

Chris places me gently on the luxurious royal blue comforter of his bed and I sink into its softness. His intense gaze holds mine as he pulls back slightly, his hands tracing a path down my body. With a gentle tug, he removes my shirt and tosses it aside. “You taste like a dream,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp as he kisses my shoulder before unclasping my bra and tossing it aside too. “I want more,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. He plants kisses along the skin between my breasts before standing up to peel off his own shirt and jeans revealing his toned chest, chiseled abs, and muscular legs. His eyes never leave mine as he loses his boxers.

My eyes land on his hard cock. I am as impressed with the length as I was by the girth when I held it the other night. I savor the sight of him in all his masculine glory, feeling my body heat up with anticipation at the thought of finally being with him. A mischievous smile plays on his lips as he slowly moves towards me. As he kneels on the bed, I can't help but bite my lip in excitement.

"Wait," I say, propping myself up on my elbows and nodding towards the door.

"What is it?" he asks, turning to look behind him with a hint of concern.

“I didn't want to risk another surprise from the universe ruining our plans!” I give him a playful grin before collapsing back on the bed in a fit of laughter.

Chris chuckles and shakes his head, looking amused at my badly timed joke. He climbs onto the bed, crawling towards me with an intent gaze and spreading open my legs. "I promise the only surprise you'll get tonight is from me," he whispers, his hand wrapping gently around my neck. He brings his face inches closer to mine, his breath steady as he leans in for another kiss. Without warning, I feel the tip of his dick press against my entrance.

A soft moan escapes my lips onto his, the only sound amidst the deafening rush of blood in my ears. Chris gently slides his cock into me, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. I gasp as he enters me fully, his entire length filling me up. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me breathless. He thrusts into me, beginning a slow, deliberate motion. His grip tightens around my neck. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling out slowly before plunging back in deep. I cling to him, grabbing on his ass to help him penetrate me even deeper, as we move together in perfect synchronization.

He slides both of his hands beneath my back and pulls me up and forward as he leans back on his knees, both of us now vertical. I look into his face and see a hint of dominance, coupled with tenderness. I lick him from his chin to the tip of his nose before shoving my tongue back in his mouth. The action garners another chuckle from him at my boldness.

The rhythm of our bodies merging becomes more intense as he speeds up. Our bodies slam together with each thrust, our moans growing louder and more urgent. I rock my hips hard against his. He pulls away from my lips to kiss my neck, my collarbone, my chest. I feel his tongue tracing the curve of my breasts before taking one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on my nipple. In response, I dig my nails into his back, leaving pink crescent moons in their wake.

He chuckles softly and his lips find their way back to my face, kissing me with a sense of control and urgency. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.

“I’m yours,” I whisper back without hesitation.

A satisfied smile crosses his face. “Good.” He tightens his grip on my hips, slamming me onto him even harder as he grunts with pleasure. His thrusts start to become more erratic as my vaginal muscles tighten around his dick. “Cum for me again,” he growls into my ear. He moves his hand in between us to start rubbing on my clit in quick circles, sending electric shocks through my body.

I arch my back as my climax starts to build, the sensation of him deep inside me pushing me closer. My second orgasm of the night hits, causing my body to twitch each time Chris thrusts into me. I wrap my arms around him to keep myself upright. He quickly follows suit, and with one final thrust, I feel his entire body tense up, followed by the warm release of his cum inside me.

He holds me tight against his chest, his breathing heavy with exertion. I brush his matted hair away from his face before resting my forehead to his and kissing him again. I don’t know how long we sit like that, gently kissing each other, our tongues fighting back and forth.

Chris finally lifts me off of him slowly, his hands gripping my waist as he pulls out of me. He lays me down gently on the bed. “Stay there,” he whispered as he rolled off the bed and walks to the bathroom. He returns with a damp, warm washcloth and cleans up in between my legs gently. He rolls the cloth into a ball and tosses it onto the floor.

He collapses next to me, his muscles visibly tense and glistening with sweat coupled with the rising and falling of his chest as he catches his breath. With one swift motion, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. As he lays on his back, I nestle my head into the crook of his shoulder and drape my arm across his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. We tangle our legs together.

He reaches for the comforter that has been displaced by our passionate movements and pulls it over our naked, entwined bodies. His fingers find their way into my curly hair, gently massaging my scalp as if trying to soothe any tension or worries away. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.

I look up at him with a content smile on my face. Here, in his arms, I feel completely satisfied, safe, cherished. “I’m perfect,” I whisper back, my voice soft and breathy.

He leans down to kiss me once more, his lips gentle and tender against mine. “I'm glad,” he whispers back. “I think you’re perfect too.”

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In Beautiful Dreams

In honour of Dreamling’s centennial meeting, please enjoy this fic of Dream and Hob dancing, along with a declaration

Enjoy

Hob really should’ve expected this, he’s known Dream long enough. To be fair, he wasn’t expecting him to say yes, honestly, he thought he would balk at the idea. Especially given how many people would be attending.

Instead, Dream just tilted his head, in that bird-like way of his.

‘A dance?’

Hob shrugged, ‘Sort of.’

There would be dancing, but it was far from the glamorous affair he knew Dream was picturing. Hob’s university was hosting their annual staff do, the heads of each department rubbing elbows with the higher ups. Socialising and lording their profession over others, supplied with cheap champagne and the finest hors d'oeuvres from Tesco. An event that Dream’s sister, Despair, would very much enjoy.

Far from glamorous but wonderfully human. A prime example of humanity to show his Endless partner. Hob explained all this to Dream, waiting for the inevitable protests, or for that rosebud mouth to frown.

But, Dream placed his pale hands on the table top, slender fingers splayed like that of a pianist. Artist fingers.

‘Very well. I shall accompany you.’ He said it with the air of a king deigning to answer a peasant’s request.

Hob blinked, ‘Really?’

‘Is this so surprising?’ he raised an eyebrow, ‘You are my beloved. I believe it goes without saying that we have to attend each other’s social functions,’ he sipped at his wine, pursing his lips,

‘After all, you accompanied me to the faerie delegation.’

Hob couldn’t keep the frown from his face,

‘That was…an experience, to say the least.’ Part of Hob’s philosophy was to try anything once, and in his long life that was a lot of things. He’s pretty sure he had a cheese making degree knocking around in his attic somewhere. But that delegation was a lifetime’s worth of experience. Luckily, Hob had a thousand more.

Dream hummed, ‘Not many mortals can boast of meeting Titania and Oberon, or reject their charms,’

Hob chuckled, ‘Yeah, they were pretty flirty, weren’t they?’

The feeling of the faerie queen’s clawed fingers ghosted against his neck, as did the king’s lips when he lingered on a kiss to his palm. Hob shivered, chasing away the bad taste with a mouthful of beer. He sensed Dream tense up, probably seeing his thoughts. He reached out and entwined his fingers with Dream’s.

‘Don’t be jealous, love, I’m already under the spell of a mysterious creature,’ he winked.

Dream rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stop the blush from tinting his cheeks.

And that was it. Dream appeared on the night, just as Hob got out of the shower, he did his usual shriek, followed by a flail,

‘Christ, Dream!’ he clutched his damp chest, gesturing to the towel around his waist, ‘You’re lucky I didn’t flash you,’ he looked at Dream, then looked again.

Dream, as regal as ever, stood tall, clad in an onyx black suit, similar to the Ralph Lauren piece Hob dreamed him in once. Over his shoulders was long overcoat, black of course, and the star filled lining shining bright. His hair was stylishly spiked, à la Robert Smith, and a silver earring hung from his ear. A small gem caught his eye, something golden. Hob peered closer, pale fingers jumped to toy with it, a gesture he knew was self-conscious.

‘It’s nice, duck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in any other colour but black,’

Dream just fiddled with his earring, letting it catch the light,

‘I thought…we could match,’ he quietly said. Confused, Hob frowned, and that’s when it hit him. It was amber, a tiny chunk of amber. Dream often likened his eyes to the honey-coloured gem. A lump rose to Hob’s throat,

‘It’s lovely, Dream,’ he said, trying to keep the emotion from his voice,

‘A wonderful idea.’

Without waiting for a response, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to Dream’s. It was only supposed to be a quick peck but Dream wouldn’t let go. He drew him further in, pulling him close like a life preserver to a drowning victim. Hob gladly reciprocated, sinking his fingers into feather soft hair. Dream did the same, toying with the hair on his chest.

His still damp chest.

Hob pulled away with a sigh,

‘I still have to get dressed, love.’

He felt rather than saw Dream’s gaze, travelling up and down his nude body. The hunger in his gaze set his skin alight.

‘Do you?’

The baritone voice settled in the back of his head, shooting down into his body, straight to his heart. Hob bit his lip, he wanted nothing more than to let the towel drop, his flimsy excuse for a shield against Dream’s want, and just have him. But he didn’t. Not yet. He had a function to attend, and he wanted to show off his elegant, enigma of a partner. So, mustering what little willpower he had, he turned, not a word to Dream, and headed for the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Not that it would stop Dream. More like Jumpscare of the Endless.

Hob chuckled at his own stupid joke.

‘What is so humorous?’ a deep voice asked behind him. This time, Hob fell on his bare ass.

‘Dream! Let me get dressed!’

With a pinch of sand, Dream vanished, the last thing to fade was his satisfied smirk. Hob’s own Cheshire cat.

Once he was fully dressed, in his own midnight blue suit, and with a nod of approval from Dream. He took his arm, fitting perfectly, and they were off.

An hour passed, filled with mindless chatter, and the buzz of background brainwaves, Hob followed along easily, asking questions here and there. Dream tried his best, nodding along, offering a dry comment along with Hob’s quips. Then, Hob went to get them drinks, Dream was only out of his sight for a second, that was all it took. Like he said earlier, he really should have expected it. He searched up and down the hall, trying to spot that familiar mop of hair. The more the search went on, the more his uneasiness grew. It wiggled its way into his chest, twisting like a knife. Did he get sick of it and teleported away? No, he wouldn’t do that without at least telling Hob. Would he?

Just as his unease bloomed into panic, he heard something, a chittering sound, coming from the open balcony door. Hob poked his head out, there he was. Kneeling down, under the watchful eye of the full moon, was Dream of the Endless, holding court with a group of cats. They gazed up at him, marvelling at the king he was. He touched his knuckles to the nearest cat, mewing in their shared language. The cat purred, accepting her king’s blessing. Warmth filled the vacuum left by the panic, he breathed out, and carefully approached Dream. Even with his quiet footsteps, the cats jumped, hackles raised at the interruption. Dream tilted his head, mewing something that settled his followers. The youngest cat, a tabby kitten, bravely stepped forward, rubbing up against Hob’s leg. Dream gladly took a glass, freeing a hand for Hob to offer head scratches. His hand dwarfed the tiny creature but the kitten showed no fear, happily trying to climb up his leg.

In one swift, elegant movement, Dream was up, leaning against the railing, like the model of a perfume advert. Hob didn’t miss the gleam in his eyes as he cooed over the kitten, the other cats, bored, sneaked off, tails flicking.

‘You alright, love?’ he asked, watching the kitten chase after its friends,

Dream hummed, looking down into his drink,

‘Yes, I am…enjoying myself.’

‘Yeah?’ he slotted himself next to Dream, ‘Are you honestly?’

He could see the slight tremble of his hands, the tightness around his eyes.

‘It is…loud,’ Dream quietly admitted, Hob nodded, he didn’t need him to explain. He explained it all before, it wasn’t just the never-ending chatter, it was the barrage of daydreams, assaulting him from all sides. There didn’t seem to be any reprieve. It sounded like hell, and it explained a lot about Dream. Taking another sip of champagne, he put his arm around his tiny waist, smiling when Dream leaned into his touch.

‘Would you like to leave?’

Dream looked up, eyebrows disappearing into his hair,

‘I thought you wanted to be here,’

Hob gently nudged him, ‘I wanted to come with you.’

Dream just looked at him, not blinking, Hob smiled,

‘Your comfort is more important to me than some staff do, if you want to leave then we’ll leave.’

Dream’s eyes sparkled, sparkled like he was in awe.

‘So,’ he downed the rest of his drink, ‘Let’s go.’

Dream sagged, the tension leaving his body. Just as he was about to pull out his sand, Hob stopped him. A familiar sound reached his ears, a song he hadn’t heard in years, Roy Orbinson’s dulcet tones beckoned to him,

A candy-coloured clown they call the Sandman.

Dream perked up, turning his head to listen. Hob smiled at the sight.

Tiptoes to my room, every night.

Dream closed his eyes, lips twitching minutely.

Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper-

Hob sang along under his breath,

‘Go to sleep, everything is alright.’

Dream turned to him, surprised, his smile more obvious now,

‘How about one last dance, Mr Sandman?’ he wiggled his eyebrows for good measure. Dream rolled his eyes, failing to hold back his smile.

‘Very well,’ he accepted Hob’s hand, allowing him to lead him back onto the dancefloor.

I close my eyes then I drift away.

Hob pulled Dream close to him, steps he once thought forgotten, came flooding back to him as he led Dream with ease.

Into the magic night, I softly say, a silent prayer like dreamers do.

Dream had his eyes closed, letting the words wash over him. Hob could only imagine what he was thinking. Being separated from his dreamers for over a century, locked away from those he was supposed to nurture and protect. Hell, there were some that never even visited his realm. For someone that took his role so seriously, there must be no greater pain. But, as Hob watched him now, swaying along to the music, gentle smile on his face, he knew what he was realising. That the dreamers missed him just as much.

Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you

Dream opened his eyes, tearfully looking at Hob, with his own eyes growing wet, he raised a pale hand and pressed his lips to cold knuckles. Then, he leaned forward, never breaking their easy rhythm and sang softly in his ear.

In dreams I walk with you

In dreams I talk to you.

A sharp inhale was Dream’s only reaction, before melting into his touch.

We’re together in dreams, in dreams.

Hob didn’t want to sing the next part, luckily, Dream didn’t let him. Pressing his lips once again to Hob’s, silencing him. His cold lips tasted cosmic; he knew this was what stardust tasted like.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you’re gone.

Hob felt Dream’s hands tighten, no doubt thinking the same thing. 1989. Hob rested his chin on his head, gently swaying in time.

I can’t help it

Fixing his stance, taking a chance, he placed his hand on the small of Dream’s back,

I can’t help it

And dipped his sweet Dream.

He overstepped. He knew it. he didn’t have to look at Dream’s wide eyes, or feel his iron grip on his arms, but then, another sound graced his ears, far more beautiful than any song. Laughter. Coming from Dream. It was nothing like his usual amused huff, this was a full bodied, unrestrained laugh that shook his lithe frame. It even ended with a cute snort. Hob found himself joining in. Taking him out of the dip, he gently led the Endless into a spin, watching his eyes crinkle with seldom seen mirth, giggling away like a lovestruck fool. Hob laughed the same way.

It only happens in my dreams, only in dreams

As the song slowed, so did their steps, Dream tilted his head, meeting Hob’s gaze once again, and leaned in close, Hob expected another kiss, instead, he was blessed with three words,

‘I love you.’

In beautiful dreams.

Hob let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Emotion surged through him, heating up his blood. He gazed back at Dream, shock clearly visible in his face. Dream just chuckled, cradling his face carefully,

‘Is it so surprising?’ his words were barely more than a whisper, settling in Hob’s bones, nestling beside the three other words, slotting comfortably in his heart.

‘A wee bit,’ Hob admitted, shyly,

Dream hummed thoughtfully, ‘Then, I have failed as your beloved.’

Before Hob could protest, Dream pulled him close, and pressed his forehead to his. The cold, solid weight grounded him.

‘I shall make it my primary duty to remedy this.’

Hob let out a breathy chuckle, dizzy from the cheap champagne, or the affection Dream was dishing out.

‘You already have, love.’

Dream smiled again, a sight that was becoming less and less rare, thanks to Hob.

‘Perhaps…we could stay for another hour.’

Hob pretended to think about it, running his hands up and down Dream’s back,

‘Nah, let’s get out of here, I’ve had enough socialising.’

Dream beamed. The only way Hob could get a bigger reaction was if he proposed to him.

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