#saphic sleeping beauty

[sapphic-book-tournament]

The Priory of The Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon-

A world divided. A queendom without an heir. An ancient enemy awakens.

The House of Berethnet has ruled Inys for a thousand years. Still unwed, Queen Sabran the Ninth must conceive a daughter to protect her realm from destruction – but assassins are getting closer to her door.

Ead Duryan is an outsider at court. Though she has risen to the position of lady-in-waiting, she is loyal to a hidden society of mages. Ead keeps a watchful eye on Sabran, secretly protecting her with forbidden magic.

Across the dark sea, Tané has trained to be a dragonrider since she was a child, but is forced to make a choice that could see her life unravel.

Meanwhile, the divided East and West refuse to parley, and forces of chaos are rising from their sleep.

Malice by Heather Walter-

Once upon a time, there was a wicked fairy who, in an act of vengeance, cursed a line of princesses to die. A curse that could only be broken by true love’s kiss.

You’ve heard this before, haven’t you? The handsome prince. The happily-ever-after.

Utter nonsense.

Let me tell you, no one in Briar actually cares about what happens to its princesses. Not the way they care about their jewels and elaborate parties and charm-granting elixirs. I thought I didn’t care, either.

Until I met her.

Princess Aurora. The last heir to Briar’s throne. Kind. Gracious. The future queen her realm needs. One who isn’t bothered that I am Alyce, the Dark Grace, abhorred and feared for the mysterious dark magic that runs in my veins. Humiliated and shamed by the same nobles who pay me to bottle hexes and then brand me a monster. Aurora says I should be proud of my gifts. That she . . . cares for me. Even though it was a power like mine that was responsible for her curse.

But with less than a year until that curse will kill her, any future I might see with Aurora is swiftly disintegrating—and she can’t stand to kiss yet another insipid prince. I want to help her. If my power began her curse, perhaps it’s what can lift it. Perhaps, together, we could forge a new world.

Nonsense again.

Because we all know how this story ends, don’t we? Aurora is the beautiful princess. And I—

I am the villain.

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about transfem sanuso again (I love women I love trans women I love fem people I love saphics have I said I love women?)

You know about that one post of someone saying that if they had a lame ass bf they would hype the shit out off them before entering any room? That's them (not bc they think the other is lame but just to show off how beautiful and incredible their gf is)

Usopp putting ribbons and cute hair clips on Sanji's hair (I think she would like it)

Sanji liking to run her fingers on Usopp's hair on the mornings before she goes and prepare breakfast for all of them

Just them giving eachother quick kisses while they work

You said something about them sharing clothes (THAT WAS SO CUTE AND LOVELY I JUST AAAAAAAW LOVE THEM) so I had another thought about that

Sanji cares about her outfits and puts more thought into them so she does a little fashion show for Usopp

Usopp who doesn't care much about fashion (she looks good with anything but she likes her overalls and a shirt she has to put on since if she goes without one like she used to Sanji would die) but is Sanji's hype woman even if she doesn't get fashion that much but tries for her

*holds them gently* you have open my eyes to transfem sanuso and now they're my world :((

"I love women I love trans women I love fem people I love sapphics have I said I love women?" <- Same. Mood. This is like my whole identity.

OKAY SO ALL OF THESE ARE GREAT?????? I'M GOING INSANE THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- I love them so much!!

YES! They would hype each other up so so so so much!! Sanji would literally scream how much she loves her girlfriend and how she's the best sniper at the top of her lungs for everyone to hear her. In the middle of a battle, she would literally be Usopp's biggest fan. And Usopp already does that in canon atp because I've lost count of how many times she compliments Sanji's food. And she's so loud about it too!! They would literally go to every person they meet and say shit like: "My girlfriend is the best sniper you'll ever see! Her aim is so good that her love arrows went straight to my heart!!!! *dies from a nosebleed or whatever*" and "Oh, actually I am dating the best cook in all seas!! Her food is so delicious it can send you to heaven and back and I would even say it gives you more strength and power than devil fruits themselves!!! And you can't have her because she's mine *mischievous/proud smile*"

I think Usopp one day catches Sanji cooking (the kitchen is usually closed when she works because of... Luffy reasons. But she always lets Usopp be with her) and she casually sees both of her eyes because her bangs are held by a hair clip. It does things to Usopp, honestly. When they're bored she always plays with Sanji's hair and does anything she wants to it and Sanji is just glad Usopp's touching her. Simp (derogatory but I understand).

Sanji, waking up earlier than her girlfriend, would absolutely love to worship her and stare at her for a while before getting out of bed. She'd run her fingers through her hair and whisper sweet nothings against her ear while hugging her close and kissing her all over (without managing to wake her up). She actually suffers a lot from the "I miss my girlfriend's warmth and I could sleep with her all day long" disease. But it's fine because an hour later Usopp is always in the kitchen to hug her from behind and see how she cooks breakfast and prepares food for lunch.

The quick kisses thing makes me,,, Go insane, honestly. I think it's so sweet and so real. They can't be apart. Do not separate them. They're SO clingy. Usopp often works in the kitchen while Sanji tries new recipes, so Sanji always asks her to try her food and judge it! It's always good, but Usopp always tries to give her very specific and objective criticism. Sanji always stops from time to time to give Usopp quick kisses after she has tasted a bit of her food, and when Usopp is feeling stressed for not getting something right in her inventions/drawings she always stands up to kiss Sanji. And I think they do this ALL the time. Whenever they are together without doing much, Sanji will always cling to Usopp and kiss her cheeks. And Usopp always kisses Sanji's knuckles and forehead for no reason all the time. These kisses are sweet and short but they mean the world to them.

OMG THE CLOTHES THINGY- Okay, so I LOVE it when couples share clothes. When my girlfriend wears my cardigans (lots of times. She's always cold and I would literally die before letting her freeze. I'm not a fucking monster. Always give your clothes to your cold girlfriends even if you freeze and turn to stone) I literally die. I think Sanji is basically the same. Usopp is dumb and careless and she's always wearing overalls without anything under or just bigass t-shirts and baggy pants. Whatever's comfortable (she's literally my girlfriend what the fuck- Also in my head Fem Sanuso literally dresses like me and my fiancé lmfao this is- This is very funny. I have so many clothes/aesthetic headcanons for these two. Should make a pinterest board or a post about it here or something idk). So she always ends up getting cold but keeps saying no!! That she's great!! (Liar) And Sanji always gives her her suit jackets. Usopp couldn't be happier, but Sanji always dies when this happens. On the other hand, Usopp's clothes are wayyy more comfortable than suits/dresses/skirts (which are basically all the clothes Sanji has if you ignore some t-shirts she barely wears anyway) and Sanji always ends up stealing them after waking up to make breakfast or whenever they are sure it's going to be a lazy day on the ship without anyone bothering them. Usopp loves seeing her wearing her t-shirts, especially because they're oversized (for both of them. Usopp likes baggy clothes) and Sanji's legs are more visible. Usopp dies every time.

Sanji always does lil fashion shows for her girlfriend every time she buys new clothes and Usopp is her biggest fan. And whenever they change to go on an adventure and Usopp wears eccentric hats Sanji would never wear, she hypes her up anyway because, after all, it's what her girlfriend likes. And she looks adorable anyway!

*holds them gently* I'm so glad you love them this much too because they mean the world to me !! <3

[joshy-tomato]

Suddenly I recalled how one of the earliest theories about Oscar was he being a pre-transition spring maiden or the spring maiden possing as a boy (crazy times, i know) and my sleep deprived brain was like "you know what, that should be an au".

Like, imagine the original spring, the one that canon Raven killed, was able to tough up and Raven decided that she may be able to survive. However she was killed by grimm a few months after the Fall of Beacon. Not wanting to put the tribe in more danger than they already where just by taking her, she dicides to think on some random dude of the tribe or on the grimm attacking her, believing this way Salem wouldnt go after the tribe. So the power ended choosing a random host, that ended being Oscar, who had been recently questioning her gender and suddenly got the confirmation that she was, indeed, a girl.

Maybe she ended in the same white plane with Spring, has Penny and Winter did in Volume 8, and Spring told her to go into hiding and while doing that she found Ruby's group in Mistral, after Qrow told Leonardo that Raven could have the Spring Maiden.

Extra things:

The name I usually use for Fem/Trans girl!Oscar is Ambrosia "Amy" Pine.

Raven and Cinder plot could go that, after Spring death and Salem forces coming to the tribe, Raven and Vernal got scared and decided to pretend that Vernal was the Spring Maiden, maybe using Vernal semblance to trick Cinder. Their plan was that the night of the attack the tribe would evacuate and they would use the scandal of the fight to flee. That plan did not go well.

Who is Oz host now? Im not sure. Could be Amy still, that could be tragically hilarious. Im also thinking on Jaune, that is honestly an idea that I think is so tragic that I love it. Like, he lost his partner and love interest because of Maiden businesses, the man he partially blames for it is now part of him and that little girl that his becoming his new combat partner and surrogate little sister is a maiden too, and he and Oz blame themselves for ruining her life, believing that Amy deserved the life of a normal girl.

Amy temporarily hides her status as maiden by posing as a boy, but after Haven and with Leonardo and Cinder dealed with she ditches that. Weiss, Nora and Ruby helped with the overhaul, combat skirt on the way.

Thinking a way (excuse) for the group to still have to scort the lamp to Atlas (I to get Jinn to spill the tea) im thinking, the reason why they couldn't keep the Lamp in the vault is because Amy used the vault to temporarily seal Cinder inside, and for that they had to take the Lamp out. Amy and Yang having to go down the vault to save Raven (Vernal was already death by that point). Amy had to sit and hear the family drama with Vernal corpse on her side. Beautiful memory.

This is me, so we would be having saphic!Rosegarden, she would have found out about the drama eventually.

Amy fancies earth over other elements and is not quite fond of flying yet.

I'm not sure about her weapon, on one hand could be a sword or knives since Maidens seems to rotate towards them but at the same time and really fond of how canon!Oscar used Long Memory as a bat and blame star rail for this but Amy hitting people with a magical bat would be badass and hilarious.

[mandoalorian]

Look After You [Joel Miller x F!Reader] SMUT

Summary: Joel Miller goes out of his way every single day to take care of you and protect you. So, naturally, when he joins you during your first shower in weeks, you decide it’s your turn to look after him and show him just how much you appreciate him.

Warnings: 18+ Explicit, male receiving oral, handjob, body worship, shower seggs

Word count: 1,2k

Summary: I’m still in Tumblr jail guys! The only way people will be able to see this fic is if you reblog it. As always, reblogs mean so much to me but now more than ever, I really really would appreciate them. Without reblogs, my fics are going to get ZERO reach because my blog is flagged and my works won’t show up in the tags! And reach gives me motivation. I hope you all understand and enjoy this little ficlet. I’ve been playing TLOU and phew, Joel Miller has my heart.

gif by: @hunterschafer

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It was your first shower in weeks, and there was simply no feeling comparable to the steamy hot water splashing against your skin. Your response was immediate. You wanted to cry with happiness as it washed away the extensive amount of dirt that you’d accumulated over the past month or so. The pressure was amazing too. You turned around, letting the water hit right between your shoulder blades. It felt ethereal.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realise Joel had stepped in the shower and was standing behind you, watching you shamelessly as you twirled around underneath the stream of water. His big hands steadied on your hips and he squeezed at the soft flesh. You gasped at first, shocked by his presence, but your body quickly curled into his chest as he extended his strong arms and wrapped them around your torso.

“Feels good?” Joel drawled out with a light chuckle, his Southern accent thick and delicious.

You moaned out something incoherent but judging from the smile on your face and the way your eyes were closed with delight, Joel assumed you were having the time of your life. He hadn’t seen you this relaxed... ever.

“You don’t mind that I’m here?” Joel asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Sure, you two had been sleeping together, but he didn’t want to intrude on your first shower in weeks. If you wanted alone time, he wouldn’t be mad at you for that. You leaned your head into the crook of his neck and pulled him under the stream of water, illustrating that you were more than happy that he was here, with you.

Your hands palmed his body as you tried to wipe away the dirt. Your fingers gently brushed against the scars he had, crossing his chest and stomach. Joel swallowed thickly as you touched him.

“I have something,” he told you, reluctantly swatting your hands away and turning around to grab a bottle of 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and shower gel. He presented it to you with a charming grin. A smile that could break hearts.

You couldn’t help but gasp, taking the bottle from his hands and examining it closely.

“Joel!” you exclaimed. “Did you find this in the pharmacy raid?” Joel nodded proudly. “But how?”

“It was the last bottle and it was just laying on the floor. Looked like someone must’ve dropped it and not turned back to pick it up.”

You shook your head in disbelief and laughed ecstatically, popping open the cap and squirting the teal blue liquid into the palms of your hands. It smelled like fresh mint.

“May I?” you asked Joel, curling your fingers and gesturing to his torso. He nodded his head and you began to work the soap into a foam, rubbing it into his tensed up body.

His eyes snapped shut and your hands moved like magic. You pulled him so he stood under the stream of hot, steamy water, and worked the soap into his body for a good few minutes, not wanting to miss any inch of skin. The 3-in-1 soap probably retailed at around two dollars, but this felt like the first genuine luxury you’d had in years.

Joel opened his eyes briefly, watching you as you bathed him. Your lips were curled into the most adorable smile and you were humming a sweet melody. He recognised it as the song you nursed Ellie to when she struggled to sleep.

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel admitted with a huff, and he instantly felt his cheeks blush a warm rosy colour at the admission. You were shocked too, judging by the way your eyes widened and you looked down at your feet. Neither you nor Joel ever got romantic, per se. Meaningful words of affirmation were never really Joel’s forte.

You reached up and pressed your naked body into his. He brought his hands to the curve of your ass and held you as you maneuvered your own hands to his dark locks of hair. You ran the shampoo through your fingers and massaged it into his scalp, doing your best to ignore his erection that was now pressing into your thigh.

You kissed him softly along his collarbones and you dragged your tongue to the column of his neck, where the skin was soft and damp. You removed your hands from his hair and let the water rinse away the soap.

“Your turn.” Joel announced, his voice having dropped an octave or two.

Joel copied your movements, squirting the soap into his hands and rubbing it into your skin. He paid extra attention to your breasts though, palming at the soft flesh and rubbing his thumbs over your hardening nipples.

“So perfect.” he murmured, alongside other words of appraisal. You curled your body into him on instinct, loving the way he caressed you under the steaming hot water.

Joel loved your body. He loved to touch it and worship it.

You dropped your hand to his already hard cock and began to pump it, living for the way gasps and whimpers fell from his lips. He gently pushed you down to your knees and applied the shampoo to your hair, rubbing it in as you peppered kisses along his thick length.

You started by kitten-licking his slit, relishing the beads of precum that had gathered there and adoring the salty taste on your tongue. You spent some time massaging his balls before finally settling and wrapping your lips around his head.

He was big. Bigger than you’d ever taken before. You pushed your mouth onto him, as deep as you could, and began to suck. Joel tossed his head back and moaned lewdly, tugging on your wet hair as you sucked him off.

“F-fuck, f-feels so good,” he gasped out and you couldn’t help but smile around him. “Keep doing that and I won’t— I won’t last.” he warned.

Joel tried to concentrate on washing the rest of your hair but as you increased your speed, your hair became bunched up in his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, your saliva trailing from the tip off his cock to your soft lips. You gasped for breath and battered your eyelashes, looking up at him with the most innocent doe eyes. The water was still splashing against you and the hot condensation in the room was working wonders.

“You work too hard Joel,” you told him, still pumping his cock with your hand. “Taking care of us all. Protecting us. Just relax and let me look after you.”

Joel opened his mouth to protest but before he could argue, you reattached your lips and continued blowing him.

It wasn’t long before you felt his manhood twitching in your mouth. A loud gasp and a buck of his hips had him cumming down your throat. When he finished, you slowly pulled away from him and rose to your feet.

You placed your hands on either side of his face and lovingly nudged your nose against his.

“You’re so good to me,” he sighed. “So good.”

“It’s what you deserve.” You promised him before gently pressing your lips against his. He held you tight as you kissed him and he cradled your body, not wanting to lose you like he’s lost everyone else he’s ever cared for.

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[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Devil in Disguise... Part 17/?

Lee Bodecker x reader series

Warnings: fluff, self loathing, FILLER/SHORT CHAPTER

<Part 16<

"Wake-up, Sugar, we're here." Lee whispered as he gently shook you awake.

You let out a soft yawn as you stretched your arms above your head and turned to face Lee. "Hi," You smiled tiredly at him.

Lee let out a soft chuckle as he brushed your hair back. "Hi... Sleep good, baby girl?"

You hummed, "Not really."

Lee chuckled, "Yeah? Yer snores say otherwise."

You let out a gasp as you sat up. "I don't snore."

Lee rolled his eyes playfully. "Sure, whatever." He sat back in his seat and nodded his head towards his window. "We're here." He smiled, excitement swimming in his gut as he watched your face.

Your eyes lit up as you leaned over Lee and looked out his window. "Oh, Lee,"

After an early start to the morning and hours on the road, you were finally at your surprise home for the weekend. A cabin by the lake in the woods. Just the two of you for the weekend.

You grinned excitedly, "It's beautiful." You pulled back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love it."

"You do? Not too, borin'?" Lee asked with a furrowed brow.

Your eyes widened, "What? No, of course not. I love it." You smiled up at him as you cupped his face. "Thank you," You pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back with an excited grin.

"C'mon, let's go in." Lee sent you a wink before he got out.

Lee had been worried that perhaps you would find the small cabin boring. It wasn't exactly glamorous and it would literally be the two of you all weekend. No TV or anything to distract you. But when he saw how your eyes lit up as you practically ran around the cabin looking at everything and planning all the different things the two of you could do, made him feel so happy and proud of himself.

This weekend you were hoping he'd relax and just be Lee. He was always Sheriff Bodecker, always working and stressed.

You bit your bottom lip as you pulled out your sexy lingerie. Lee had pressed a kiss to your forehead and swatted your butt, sending you off to unpack before he headed off into the kitchen, sending you a wink as he did. This was a side of Lee you didn't get to see often when the two of you were back in Knockemstiff. There were no gossips or prying eyes to keep watch, so you were hoping this weekend meant the two of you would enjoy some 'alone time' together.

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[lgbtpopcult]

What Saphic TV Shows and Movies to Watch on the Holidays Part 1

For 🥧 Thanksgiving🦃

Movies

What better way to get in the holiday spirit than to watch a lesbian Christmas movie? Begin your holiday season with Happiest Season. Watch winter romcom Imagine me and You because romcoms are a must this time of year. Finish off with Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga, about an Indian family accepting their daughter's sexuality (and female romantic partner) to really feel grateful.

TV

Thanksgiving is a good time for period dramas and you don't have to watch pilgrim stories. You can watch Emily Dickinson kiss a girl in Dickinson.

Elsewhere, replace the animated Grinch Who Stole Christmas with another animated special: Adventure Time Obsidian and watch princesses Bubblegum and Marceline live their love instead.

It's Thanksgiving though so a nice family comedy like Never Have I Ever is also in order.

For ⛄ Christmas 🎄

Movies

So, here's how to replace all the Christmas classics with ✨the gay✨

No need for It's a Wonderful Life. Carol is of course the quintessential lesbian Christmas movie. It's Christmas and two women in beautiful period attire fall in love. What else can a girl ask for?

Christmas is a religious holiday as well though, skip the religious movies usually on during the season and watch Disobedience. A movie about how an orthodox Jewish community can keep two women who love each other apart with its strict rules.

Wanna watch several couples get together during Christmas but not the 100% straight Love Actually? Make it gay with Let it Snow.

To finish off, instead of watching The Nutcracker take a crack at a modern day musical that might not take place during Christmas but it is a celebration, The Prom.

TV

On the TV front, how about you don't watch A Charlie Brown Christmas for the 100th time and binge Steven Universe? Gems fighting for good and falling in love (Christmas episode included) is the perfect holiday viewing experience. The obligatory period piece can be enjoyed with the amazing Fingersmith and Christmas family comedy Merry happy Whatever is one fun season of family + gay coming out.

For 🍾New Years 🎇

Movies

New Years is a time when everything needs to feel new and fun. Enjoy a silly comedy in Blockers. One of the three girl leads is gay and has a cool story. For something a little more heartfelt go with Hearts Beat Loud and for the new beginning of self acceptance give The Half of it a watch.

TV

Wanna binge your way to the new year? Start the year with a look into the future in The Wilds, continue with futuristic escapism in Legends of Tomorrow and end your binge with a realistic portrayal of young lesbian love in Skins.

For 💝Valentine's Day 💌

Movies

It's Valentine's Day, romance is on demand. Most people prefer a nice romantic comedy and that's exactly what you are gonna get with Nina's Heavenly Delights. For silly romance go with DEBS. Finally, if you prefer a romantic drama The World to Come is brilliant.

TV

On the TV side of things, you have to check out True love or True lies season 2! It is a reality dating show like no other and the lesbian couple in season 2 are everything. Skam España season 2 is so romantic you are going to get invested. The Fosters on the other hand is the gay family you may dream of on a day like this.

For 🎃 Halloween 🎃

Movies

Halloween is the time for wlw. We thrive in the alternative. Spook yourself with Make Up, a young woman's a mysterious obsession with the girl she suspects her boyfriend is cheating with. Hint: it's not all tgat mysterious 😉

Watch lesbian vampire love in Carmilla, 2019 and Mother May I Sleep With danger for more generic fun.

TV

What is Halloween without lesbian couples dressed as Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy? You have to watch Harley Quinn animated series! They get together in an epic way! You will also want your gay and bi witches so don't forget to watch The Owl House. No Halloween for a wlw will ever be complete again without the obligatory viewing of lesbian haunting romance The Haunting of Bly Manor.

[stardancerluv]

Being a Couple

Summary: Instead of trying to keep things private, you decide to let it be known your a couple.

Note: This is a time where Roman and Reader share a lot of firsts. It is very early in their relationship.

Warning: fluff, with implied smut

You eyed your reflection in the large mirror. After five different dresses, you finally decided on the soft pink floral one. A heap of designer, flashy dresses sat beside you. Two months into your relationship with Roman and tonight, it would be official, well to Gotham.

Sure the press had caught kisses, even you holding hands, there was one time they caught him whispering something and you giggling which actually happened a lot especially in the club. The one that made you grateful that all your family lived away from Gotham was when they managed to snap a shot of you leaving his place early in the morning, sneaking into one of his chauffeured cars as he said goodbye to you wearing only a robe. Sure you were an adult, but being seen in the press like this made you nervous, like you the two of you had something to hide.

Tonight, anyone who was watching would see you sit at his table and it would finally clear that the two of you are a couple. Privacy was a joke. Gotham had always saw you as their darling artist and he was the handsomest, bachelor in all of Gotham minus Bruce Wayne so the two of you decided to put the speculation finally to sleep.

“Baby.” He rasped as his gloved hands wrapped around your upper arms as he came to stand behind you from out of the shadows. You felt the shadow of growth on his face before he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. “Beautiful.” He murmured as he met your eyes in the mirror.

Slowly, you turned to face him. “I’m so nervous.” You admitted.

He ran a finger along the curve of your cheek. “Don’t be. You’re beautiful and you’re mine.” His words gave you butterflies, which flapped harder as his finger drifted till it was under your chin. He drew your face up. “You are mine right?” His blue eyes grew dark.

“I am.” You smiled brightly

He smiled. “It’s time Gotham knew.” He kissed you , you clung as you melted against him. Faintly you could taste him but it was mixed with this whiskey he had been sipping earlier.

*****

After fastening the strap of your heal, you stood and fluffed your dress. You twirled. You could do this. You took a breath and made your way downstairs.

*****

As you walked into the club, you weaved in out of the people. You glanced to one corner of the club, sighing you rolled your eyes. Harley Quinn was dancing. She was wearing a glamorous shimmery black and gold dress. There was no familiar cackles punching through the club, so that meant Joker was nowhere in sight.

You couldn’t stop yourself from remembering the night you thought Roman and her were an item. She had draped herself so provocatively across him. It had been a rather erotic sight. Despite, Roman telling you how much he despised her, you were envious to be able to ooze that much sex and confidence You swallowed the knot that formed in your throat.

*****

Roman, drummed his fingers on the table. Damn Harley for getting drunk and dancing in his club, again.

Looking, around he spotted you and smiled. Damn, you were beautiful. The dress you chose was delicate and lovely like the rest of you.

Roman slid from his seat, to welcome you to his table.

“Romy! Romy! I will be right over.”

He turned, nodded in her direction but turned his attention back to you. He would not let Harley make anger boil in his stomach.

As you arrived over his table, he held out his arms, then wrapped them around you. He looked down at you. “Baby, you look magnificent.”

Soon, he ushered you into the booth, he slid in beside you. He rested his arm around your shoulders.

He gestured and a waitress appeared moments later. He was training them well. “What would you like baby?” He asked you.

He watched as your lips curled wonderfully before speaking. “An amaretto sour please, with extra cherries.”

“Fantastic.” He turned. “Bring me, my usual.”

“Great. I’ll be right back with those.”

He gave you a squeeze. “You are stunning.”

“Romy!” Screeched a voice filled the space behind him.

He turned. “Hello Harley.”

She slid onto the booth in front of the two of you. A pout formed on her face.

“What’s this? Since when do you mix pleasure with the help?” The pout dropped and her lips wrinkled.

“This Harley, is my girl.”

“Really?” He watched as she turned her attention to you. “Sweetie, don’t let him intimidate you since he hired you.” Her blue eyes flickered to him with a soft smile on her face.

*****

Roman became rigid beside you. You watched as Roman slowly formed a fist, so you slid a hand onto his thigh and squeezed.

“Thank you for the tip luv.” You purred. “But he’s actually never hired me. We’re actually dating.” You smiled brightly up at him, as you felt his body relax.

“Really?” She screeched and sipped at the pink drink the waitress brought, along with their own drinks.

Roman nodded. “One day she came bouncing in and I’ve been,” He smirked down at you. You continued gently move your hand along his thigh. “smitten ever since.”

A wet chuckle came from Harley. You turned your attention back to her, and by reflex, you squeezed his thigh before reaching up and sipping you drink. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re so...so.” She rolled her eyes and made a silly face.

“What?” You took a cherry from your drink, gently you took it off the stem with your lips. “I’m just a girl making her way in Gotham.”

She giggled then. “Good for you.” She looked at Roman. “Romy is not my Puddin but he is a good guy.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Tales of Joker and her were infamous. There was the occasional stories of his anger but repeatedly sending a girl to the hospital was her Puddin not Roman.

You smirked at Roman. “He is. He’s made me very happy.”

“Have I?” He reached into your glass and held a cherry stem out to you.

You went to take it but he held it back. You giggled softly. “You have.” Moving just so, you snatched it away.

“Good.” He turned back to Harley. “So where is your Puddin?” He sipped from his martini.

A pout formed back on her face. “Busy.”

“It’s shame, I cleared my entire Friday night to be with my girl.” He squeezed you.

She made a face. “I have to freshen up from dancing.”

You and him shared a smile. “Well, by midnight everyone will know.” You looked at him sweetly as he sipped from his drink. “I’m sure of it.”

“Good.”

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He slipped a gloved hand under the delicate material that led up to your throat. You inhaled, as he pulled you close. “You were such a tease tonight.”

“Was I?”

A smirked curled his lips, as his hand caressed your throat. “You know very well what you were doing with the cherry or placing a hand on my thigh.”

You gave him a look of innocence. “Oh was that bad?”

His fingers tightened, your heart sped up and your excitement grew.

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very important concept

jolene by dolly parton but with lyrics changed to this:

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t take my heart Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t take it just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene

It talks about you in my sleep And there’s nothing I can do to keep From crying when it calls your name Jolene

And I can easily understand How you could easily take my heart But you don’t know what it means to me Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t take my heart Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t take it just because you can

You could have your choice of men But I could never love again You’re the only one for me Jolene

I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t take my heart Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t take it even though you can Jolene, Jolene

this song contains such Vast saphic energy i mean what kind of a straight woman would describe someone who’s trying to steal her “”only one”” as an incomparably beautiful person? not “that bitch who’s trying to ruin my relationship” but someone with flaming locks of auburn hair, ivory skin and eyes of emerald green, who’s smile is like a breath of spring and voice is soft like summer rain?? there is no hetero explanation for this the heroine of the song jolene by dolly parton is a wlw and there’s nothing you can do about it

[mandoalorian]

Champagne Problems [Frankie Morales x Reader]

Summary: Sitting on the night train, Frankie reminisces on the time he proposed to you, his high school sweetheart. You were so sure that this was all you ever wanted. But as it turned out, you had more on your plate than you initially bargained for, and things don’t go as well as Frankie could’ve hoped.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 1600>

Warnings: allusions to death, mention of substance abuse, addiction, relapse, allusions to depression, cigarettes mention, self induced injury, food mention, alcohol mention.

Author’s Note: BASED HEAVILY ON THE SONG ‘Champagne Problems’ by Taylor Swift. Please please give this song a listen either before or after you read this. It is so beautiful.

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Frankie booked the night train for a reason. He couldn’t stay in town anymore, knowing that you were still there. He had no place to go, but that was the least of his concerns. Embarrassed and humiliated, all Frankie wanted was to sit and drown in all his hurt. As he paid for the ticket, he considered how the train might look. Bustling crowds or silent sleepers? He wasn’t sure which was worse. So long as he was without you, he was alone and without purpose.

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The living room was burning in amber candlelight, the faint smell of figgy pudding cooking in the distance was so distinct, and the crackling of the record player when the vinyl needed flipped was enough noise to give Frankie nightmares for the rest of his life. You and Frankie were the last ones dancing, your feet shuffling against his mom’s old carpet as you gazed longingly into his eyes.

When he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him, in front of his entire family, you wanted to say yes. So desperately, in your heart, you were certain that you wanted to marry Frankie Morales. And so, in that moment, you weren’t quite sure why the word “no” fell from your lips. Like every word you had ever spoken, the rejection was sweet like honey, and somehow, that only made the cut sting more.

Frankie’s face softened and he looked down at his feet as his cheeks burned pink with shame. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. How could you do this to him? Frankie made the mistake of scoping out the room, taking in the appearance of his family members who sat there with their jaws agape, watching the heartbreaking scene unravel before them like some kind of movie. You hadn’t meant to hurt him like this. You would never mean to hurt him. You loved him.

And so, Frankie shoved the small velvet box back into his jean pocket and didn’t speak another word. He continued to slow dance with you until the song ended. The melody was tainted now, and you tried your hardest to fight back your tears. Somehow, you knew, this would be your last dance with Frankie. You wish you could find the words to make things right. Would an apology be enough? For a brief moment, you and Frankie looked into each other's eyes and you still felt that familiar love… until, on impulse, you made the decision to drop his hands and run away. You left him standing there, crestfallen, in front of his entire family.

Sitting on the train, he gazed out the window. Pearly white snowflakes fluttered past him and they reminded him of your gentle nature and delicacy. Your picture burned a hole in his wallet, and his mom’s wedding ring weighed down his pocket. Frankie’s heart was like glass, fragile, and you had so carelessly dropped it.

Frankie had told his family on Christmas Eve when he thought you were tucked up in the warmth of his bed, fast asleep. The excitement was bubbling within him and he just couldn’t keep it in anymore. He had told them of his plan to marry you. But his delight was short-lived when he acknowledged the concern that crossed their faces. You were Frankie’s only ever love; his highschool sweetheart, but they knew you were a ticking time bomb. You were about as self-destructive as they came.

The Morales’ had known you long enough to recognise your history of mental illness; although they didn’t take the liberty to understand it. You hadn’t had the easiest of lives, but neither had Frankie. You had grown up with them. Whether they liked you or not, they were your family.

Between the pile of ash and the burned out cigarettes that cluttered every surface of his childhood bedroom, you felt yourself slipping into relapse. You weren’t sleeping like he thought you were. When the panic swelled into your lungs, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your mind was racing, your sobs were hysterical, and you were smashing up the cheap beer bottles so the glass cut your fingers. You desperately searched for a quick and easy way out. For once, you just wanted to feel something.

Frankie was the love of your life. He deserved to know about your struggles. You knew that, deep down, he would want to know. He would want to help you. Frankie was so caring, holding your hand through every battle you ever fought. But he wasn’t without scars either. He’d finally recovered from his own problem with addiction, and you had promised him that you were getting better too. You didn’t need to drag him down when he was doing so well.

That’s the thing. You were so sure you were getting better. With Frankie having retired from the force, he was by your side every second of the day, and you had truly never been happier. But any person who suffers with mental illness will tell you that Christmas is the hardest time of the year. In fact, you were surprised to see him coping so well, not knowing that the thought of marrying you was the only thing getting him through the season.

You couldn’t enjoy yourself. The thought of eating all the delicious foods that Mrs Morales had prepared made you feel sick to your stomach, and it would be so easy to mess up and have one too many glasses of wine before you were spiralling again.

The night of the proposal, Frankie’s brother, Abel, had splashed out on the finest bottle of Don Périgon.

But nobody was celebrating.

Not even bothering to wrap up warm, you had left for good, into the darkness of the woods behind the Morales family home. The cold of the winter night stung every inch of your bare body, and the ice slipped through your shoes as you trenched through the thick white snow.

The memory replayed in your mind over and over again, tears free-falling down your face at this point. Your sobs echoed through the bare trees and as you crossed the frozen lake, you made no effort to be careful. This was your fate.

As Frankie sat on the train, contemplating his rejection, he couldn’t help but let out a deflated chuckle. He felt pathetic.

He had a whole speech planned out; about how he knew that you were the one for him the day he met you. It was sophomore year of high school and you and your friends were hanging out by his Chevy truck. Your cheeks were flushed with the colour of November and you were wearing a brown and blue flannel shirt that dropped down to your knees. It was identical to his.

By the time college rolled around, you had already been dating for a year, and had decided to move in together.

“This dorm was once a madhouse.” Frankie exclaimed incredulously, his dark eyes going comically wide as he read the pamphlet that had been presented to him by the university landlord.

You joked with a half smile and tugged on his arm. “Well it’s made for me.” With the jangle of the keys, you both entered your first ever home together — a shanty little apartment located in the corner of campus. Little did you know, those four walls were where you’d really begin to lose your mind. Nevertheless, those were his memories of you, and he wouldn’t change them for the world.

Frankie considered yours and his friendship group in college ‘evergreen’; a symbol of perfection, but now he didn’t think he’d ever say that word again. In a life without you, no such beauty could exist.

He had a speech, now he’s speechless. His love slipped beyond your reaches, and you couldn’t even give him a reason. His hometown skeptics called it champagne problems. It was a glamourised reference to your addiction.

As you walked over the lake, you didn’t even notice the way the ice slowly began to crack beneath your feet. Your thoughts were too loud as you tried your hardest to justify your actions. Maybe you just weren’t cut out for marriage. Sometimes you just don’t know the answer until someone’s on their knees and asks you.

Not long after you had run off, Frankie broke down in front of his family. His parents and siblings surrounded him, shushing him and holding him tight. In a desperate attempt to comfort him, they put you down, making it out as if he deserved better.

Frankie didn’t know if he deserved better. All he knew was that he wanted you.

“She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head,” they said. “but you’ll find the real thing instead.”

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When the ice finally shattered, you were already completely numb. Blue lips and snowflakes balancing on your eyelashes — and yet all you could think about was your Frankie. You were sure that he’d move on eventually, he had to. He deserved happiness. If you could have it your way, you’d apologise for wasting his time all these years.

As your body sunk into the depths of the river, you could only hope that he’d eventually forget about your champagne problems.

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When You Take of Each Other

Part 7a

Summary: You decide to misbehave

Warning: being bratty, Roman dom!kink, daddy!kink, teasing words & touches, attempts to write reader getting drunk

You winced as he pulled you back by your hair. Knots began forming faster in your stomach.

“So will you behave for daddy?” He tilted his head towards you, while he still held you by your hair.

You blinked, the rasp of his voice just loud enough for you to hear made you shiver.

“Yes.”

You smiled as you felt your hair bounce free from his grasp against your back.

“Thank you.” You thanked the girl sweetly. “We’re good.” You told her before she could ask and once again, she fluttered off.

You grabbed a strawberry, you slowly enjoyed it. Occasionally glancing over at Roman. He was being silent which you knew wasn’t good but you also began to feel the champagne, your drink and an earlier one. So you decided tonight you were going to play. The idea excited you immensely.

“Roman.” You pouted. “Are you not feeding me any more? Do I have to grab them all myself?”

He rose an eyebrow as his blue eyes went over to look at you. He shrugged. “They were a reward for my good girl. And you’ve already been bad.”

You huffed. “Fine.” You pouted more. “I suppose I’ll enjoy all these big strawberries by myself.”

When you were about to reach for one his gloved hand grabbed it and swirled it and then held it close. “Just be my good girl.”

“I can be.” You were walking a very thin line between the two of you. It’s making your heart beat harder. You gently held your hand over his and enjoyed the strawberry. “Thank you daddy.”

He offered you a few more and you enjoyed those but that was when you chose once again to be bad, oh this is going to be fun. You could do this since he was not angry. It wasn’t as if you had not pushed when he has been angry, but something about when he was in a good mood, you knew made him see all you were doing clearer.

You grabbed your drink.

“Remember what I said.” He reminded you.

“Of course daddy.” You looked over at him and nodded. But you did the opposite. With a sigh and more clinking of the ice you enjoyed all of the new drink. the force of the drink washed over you. His arm tightened around you, your glass jangled and his shimmied as he slammed his gloved hand down.

“What the fuck did I say?”

The first giggle, like the bubbles in the champagne came to the surface. His jaw tightened. “You told me to savor it.” Once again a giggle bubbled forth. “You do not want me to become giggly.” And once again, your turned to look at him. “Oops!” Your words had grown heavy in your mouth somewhere from first sipping and finishing your drink. His eyes were blue choppy seas.

Damn, how did you get that fucking lucky, you mused. He was so fucking hot. You had been sleeping with him for a few years now. You could suck on him, whenever you wanted. Oh! Your mouth watered at the idea, you swallowed.

Drawing close, you let a tiny giggle escape. That one you were sad escaped, at that moment you wanted to be sexy when you leaned in close. “Daddy?” You whispered close to his ear.

“What?” His voice was as sharp as the knives he carried sometimes.

You rubbed your legs together in your frustration. “I want to suck on your cock.” A low moan came from you as you verbalized the fantasy playing out in your head.

Right here at his table, while people partied, some of whom were toasting him since at his club one always had a good fucking time. And there you would be sucking away at him as he sat at his table, you under it. No one would be the wiser. You grasped, no you squeezed your thighs. The fantasy made you ache for him.

Your excitement grew as one side of his mouth twisted up into a smirk. He made an endearing sound. “You want my cock in your mouth, huh baby?”

You nodded.

He brought your hand over. The act made you grow wetter as he placed your hand over it.

“I would love that. I love having those beautiful lips around my cock. But I’m not sitting in the right place.”

You began to pout.

He drew close then as his hand pressed your hand harder against his growing hard on. “And I will never let anyone see you doing that. I would have to kill anyone that even whispers of you being a whore who slips under the table and just blows me.”

“But daddy.” You squeezed him.

“No.”

“Fine.” You slipped your hand from feeling him. The rest of you slipped from the booth. “Then I will see you later, Roman.”

Honestly, as you began moving through the dancing people, you didn’t know why you got up. It actually warmed your heels that he wanted to defend your honor but you were upset. You ached so hard for him. And you were determined for some kind of release.

Gloved fingers wrapped around your wrist. Before you had a moment to register it and wiggle free, he had pulled you smoothly against him. You could feel all of him.

“Where are you going?” He asked and moved a little with you. It was partially because you did love when he would move with you on the dance floor and another part so as to draw attention.

You wrapped an arm around him, you could enjoy the moment and relish the feel of his suit under your naked arm. “I needed to get off.” You said sweetly near his ear, pressing a kiss on his throat. The scent of his aftershave filled your nose making you even hungrier for him. Easily you slipped away again, just as a song ended.

Your heels, your desire somehow made it to the elevator that would take you to the penthouse. Pushing the button, you smiled as the doors opened.

You went in. As the doors began to close he caught up with you, but with a metallic thud the elevator began to make its climb to the penthouse. His look, his black hair falling into his eyes made you shiver.

Halfway with shaky hands, you reached under your dress and took off your panties. Not caring to be in your heels, you stepped free of them and went back to your own height of three inches shorter. Knowing you probably would never need to wear that particular pair of panties again, you stuffed them into one of your heels. They most certainly had been soaked with your desire for Roman.

With a ding, it announced its arrival at the penthouse.

Your breathing was shallow since your heart and desire were at their peak. You stepped out.

“Did you really think I’d stay down there?”Roman’s voice rasped as he stepped out of the shadows of their already rather darkened penthouse.

You had not expected him to take the stairs, and even less that he’d arrive around the same time.

You blinked looking up at him. You shook your head. “No.” You said, shocked you had not squeaked out your answer. Your desire mixed with the delightful unease as he towered over you.

“You are not going to fucking need these anymore.” He pulled and took ahold of your heels, you heard them crash as they finally landed after he threw them. “You wanted my cock, huh? Well, I will give you my cock. Now get down on your knees.”

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When You Take Care of Each Other

Part 7b

Summary: Roman handles you when you misbehave.

Warning: oral male receiving, dom!Roman, daddy!kink, glove!kink, orgasm denial, marking/owning, discussion of feelings

If you were not already incredibly aroused you were now, as you did what he demanded. You were shaky with desire.

He tilted your face up once you were on your knees in front of him. You knew when and when not to be too bratty with Roman. Blinking, you looked up at him. You suppressed the giggles your drink gave you.

“I’m not sure if I am going to, in your words get off.” His lips wrinkled at the words you had used.

That, you knew, had been liquor talking. “I shouldn’t have spoken like that.” You whispered.

“What did you say?” He rasped.

You swallowed. “I became a little vulgar and I’m sorry.”

His lips twitched upward. “I have always enjoyed knowing you desire me.” He nodded. “But yes, that had been.”

“Let me make it up to you.” You met his eyes from under your lashes.

His lips curled into a smile that sent shivers through you. “Yes. I will have you use your mouth in a way I know we both enjoy.”

You watched as he lowered his zipper and fished himself out. “Look at what you do to me.” You could not stop yourself from licking your bottom lip. “And baby, tonight I’m setting the pace.”

Your eyes grew and you nodded.

Soon feeling yourself get wetter he slid into your mouth. He began sliding in and out, each time he slid in he went in further. You knew he never was too harsh or cruel to you. He’d let you prepare for more and more of him.

You grasped onto the soft fabric of his slacks as he stood next to you. His fingers in your hair as he guided himself. Your tongue and lips helped, how you loved all of this. How he breathed above you with the occasional sounds. Sometimes he delighted in holding back, which was enough to drive you crazy.

Almost as soon as you were enjoying the feel of how he was sliding in and out of your mouth, he left your mouth.

Blinking, you looked up and watched as he tucked himself back into his slack with some effort. “Get up and follow me.”

You did. No longer were you feeling the need to be bratty. You simply wanted him and the ache he had created, making you just crave more.

He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the sitting area. He pulled you close. His eyes lit from the lights that twinkled from all over Gotham. “Are you mine?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby.”

You swallowed, throat still tickled from moments ago. “I’m yours.”

“Are you being good now?”

You nodded, catching your breath. Looking into his eyes. “Yes, I am being good now.”

His fingers caressed your cheek. “Good. Now go kneel on the sofa, so you can look out at what also belongs to me.”

You wiggled gently against him. “I like being good for you.” You could feel he was even more aroused than before.

“And that makes me happy.” Resting a

You reached for the hem of your dress and lifting it up, you showed yourself to him. “I’m all yours daddy.”

“Lovely.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Kneeling like he asked, you looked back at him. You were forced to bite back a moan, as you saw him palm himself in his slacks.

He came over to you. The coolness of the penthouse did its own cooling slap against your ass, making you shiver as you felt his hands brush your dress up so it rested on your hips.

You heard as once again this evening you could feel he’s freed himself from his slacks. You felt yourself melt and give yourself up to whatever he had planned, a whimper was what came from your lips first. One of his hands wrapped around your soft strands. He pulled enough to arouse you further and you called out as you felt him tease your entrance which he easily slid against.

“Daddy.” You begged, pleaded.

“Do you promise to not get so mouthy with me downstairs?”

“Yes. I was so bad, daddy. You can choose whether I deserve to cum or not.”

A deep sound came from him. He entered you then, pushing you so deliciously into the cushions with his weight. Grasping your hips, he bent forward.

“I am going to enjoy owning you here as I look out at all that is mine.”

Closing your eyes, a moan poured from your lips. There was no teasing, no finesse, you could feel he was just as eager to cum as you were. You would surrender to it until he would allow you to.

You made a soft sound. “You feel so good.”

His fingers tightened. “Good.” Bending forward, he placed a firm but not hard bite on your shoulder. “Mine baby, all of this belongs to me.”

“Yes.” You whimpered, you were on the cusp, but didn’t ask or plead. But your body clenched hard around him.

You felt as he stiffened before he continued to be in you. “My baby is so close?”

You looked back at him. “Yes.”

Again, he pulled out of you. “Turn around, and face me.”

You did, but you went to sit.

“Don’t you dare sit.”

You immediately kneeled on the sofa before him.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmured. He stepped closer to you. “You need to know what happens when you walk away from me like that. Or what happens when you are so horribly bratty to daddy in his club.”

“Yes, daddy.”

You watched as his elegantly gloved hand wrapped around his hard cock. “You do this to me baby. But I didn’t walk away.” He slid his hand up and down. His voice cracked as he moaned, he threw his head back as he took a wider stance. He then came hard all over the front of your bare chest and chiffon dress. It had been a new one.

You were shocked but also immensely turned on, he had looked absolutely amazing. “Remember, don’t you dare move.” He rasped.

He tucked himself away now. Taking out his handkerchief he snapped to have its radiance be on display even in the shadows. He wiped away some of himself that had landed on your face. He freed himself from his jacket. He tossed it to an overstuffed chair he liked to sit in, where you would sometimes curl up on his lap. Turning his attention to you, one of his gloved hands caressed your hip.

“You look so good being mine again.” He smirked. Sliding his hand over he cupped you right at your core, you whimpered. “Mm, did you learn to be good?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“Good.” Was all he said. He began rubbing at you. He made a soft sound. “I can feel how wet you are through my love baby.” A sound came from him. “Mm, I like making you this wet.”

Feeling his gloved fingers added a certain dimension to sensations he caused in you.

“Please, please can I cum now?” You finally begged.

“Yes, baby. Cum against my glove.”

You finally let yourself cum. You shook and the sounds he pulled from you echoed against the walls of the penthouse.

******

With hair ruffled and still wet from the shower the two of you shared, you curled closer to Roman. Your chiffon dress and a few other items were already burning away in the incinerator.

“I will always take care of you. But being bratty like that makes me wonder, so I have to remind you. Don’t make me be so harsh towards you.” He glanced down at you.

You grimaced and nodded. “I promise to be good for you.” You gave him some soft kisses along his jaw.

“Good baby.” He sighed. “Now let us sleep. A new day will be here soon enough and I need my sleep for what is ahead of me these next few weeks.

Worry sliced through you, but it disappeared as you knew deep down he could handle anything. He was yours to cuddle with, while the rest of Gotham fears him

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Christmas Cuddles & Magic

One shot. Roman Fluff. (Using shots from Beginners) Roman and Reader from my main story lines!

Arthor’s Note: needed a comfort fic....rough working during the holidays during these days. 😬 was going to keep this one for me...but decided to share.

It had been a very, very long day at work. While waiting for Roman to come back from a string of meetings back to back to back all over Gotham, you fell asleep. You had curled, holding onto his pillow.

Originally, the two of you were supposed to go and look at the Christmas windows. It was a silly little thing. Last year, Roman had discovered you doing it, not realizing it was something you enjoyed doing. So he promised that this year, he’d join you. Afterward, he would take you to your favorite bistro that wasn’t far away from the store windows and the two of you would indulge on hot chocolate and other goodies.

*****

He slipped out of his shoes, and crawled into bed beside you. You were a sight to behold beautiful and adorable. Only you could pull that off.

“Baby,” He cooed. “I’m finally home.”

You stirred, making an incoherent sound mostly into Roman’s pillow.

He pulled off one of his gloves and brushed some hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear.

“We have to go and look at the windows.” He whispered, close to your ear. Smiling he placed a kiss on your cheek. “We can cozy up in Le Charlot and drink hot chocolate.”

He saw a smile. “I knew that would wake up my sleeping beauty.” He leaned in close again. “Let’s get bundled up, the wind is frigid.”

“Ok.”

He pulled back just enough look down at you. He smiled “We also have something to celebrate. All of daddy’s meetings went well.”

“Oh good.” You moved a little closer and you both shared a soft kiss.

*****

He lounged waiting. “Aw, there is my snow bunny.” Pushing himself off the bed, he got up. “Ready?”

You nodded.

*****

“Alright, get a table for yourself and wait for us at Le Charlot. Make sure its safe.” Roman, spoke in low tones to Victor.

“Do I have to stay in there?” Victor, rolled his eyes.

Roman, sighed. “No,” You could hear a touch of annoyance enter his voice. “You can wait in the car but give it a sweep.”

“Alright, I’ll do that. It’s really not my kind of place.”

“I get it.” He pressed his lips together. “We’ll see you later.” He turned to you. “Alright, let’s go look at those windows.”

He slid from the Rolls and then held out a hand to you. You happily took it and you gasped; it was snowing. “Romy, it’s snowing.”

He smirked, “I called that in just for us.”

You gently pushed him. “I would not be surprised.”

“Anything for you.” He winked and you smiled even broader.

With your arms linked you walked along the windows, stopping occassionally to ooo and ahh over the displays. It was just you and Roman, no one else mattered.

Occasionally, you squeezed his arm. “Oh, these are so great Romy.”

He loved seeing how happy you were over this. “They really are. I never knew they put this much effort into them.” He put one of his hands over yours.

When you finally reached the end of them, Roman pulled you close. “These were wonderful to see with you.” He said and meant it.

“Really Roman?”

He drew close, gently rubbing his nose against yours. “Yes, really baby.”

A frigid, gust came swirling around you both, giving a cold embrace. You both huddled a little closer, you both shivered. “Let’s go warm up in at Le Charlot.”

*****

Cuddled and cozy in a shadowy corner, the two of you were sharing mugs of hot chocolate. Roman, ordered a platter of pasteries and sweets. “I don’t know what to have first.” You looked over the huge plate.

Roman, reached out and grabbed one of the croissants. “How about this baby?”

“Yes, thats a good place to start.” You went to grab it.”

He pulled it back. “Allow me.”

You flushed. “Ok.” You leaned forward and took a bit.

You were tickled to your heart that two of you were being sweet like this. Roman, rarely liked to show such signs of affection like this and even less in public. But right now, it was just the two of you and the world just melted away.

*****

When the both of you were filled to the brim with the sweets and pastries, he took your hand. “Baby, I like how delicate your hands are.”

You flushed feeling your cheeks warm. “You think so.”

“I do. I am going, to have my tailor make you a pair of special gloves.” He kissed the back of your hand.

“Oh, Roman that would be so wonderful.”

He gently interlaced your fingers as you walked back out to the Rolls.

“Want to watch a movie when we get home?”

You looked up at him surprised. “You took the night off?”

He smiled, “I did.”

“Oh Romy I don’t know what to say.”

“It wasn’t fair I had all those meetings eariler so now its our time. Maybe we can make some popcorn.”

You looked up at him, as you cuddled up against him in the back of the Rolls as Victor drove to the penthouse. “You still have room?”

He gave you a sheepish look. “You know me and popcorn.”

You nudged him. “I do. Alright, you pop it and I will pick the movie.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, just under your wolly hat, which he found so endearing. “Maybe something other then Moulin Rouge?” He said softly.

You looked at him innocently. “Maybe.”

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