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Hi! Could you do one with female reader and Timmy are dating for a while, then he ends up taking her virginity but he’s sooo sweet about it?

Feel free to play with the story line as you wish!

Thanks!! ☺️

the first time, part one//t.c.

Warnings: fluff, virgin reader (obvi), smut, female receiving oral sex, mention of cum, unprotected sex

This is a long one, js.

The last few months of dating Timothée were the happiest you had ever been. You’d fallen so hard for him; he was sweet and gentlemanly, but never corny. He was everything you wanted in a partner, and even more: kind, smart, funny, and dedicated to his work. Even when he had a million things going on in his mind, he still made you feel like the only woman in the world. You were so proud to be his.

He had been away for a couple of weeks as he had begun filming his long-awaited Bob Dylan biopic. You were so happy for him as he had been preparing for the role for literally years, and you knew he was absolutely in his element on that set.

As proud of him as you were, you couldn’t wait for him to return to you, even if it was only for a short weekend. You had a special plan to show him how serious about him that you were, and how in love you were with him. You were going to give your virginity to him.

Timmy didn’t know that you were a virgin. No one else in your life really knew it either. It wasn’t something you talked about, or really thought much about. You weren’t saving it for any particular reason. It just hadn’t happened. You had never gotten to that place with someone. And you weren’t the ‘one night stand’ type.

You knew that maybe some people would make fun or judge you for being a virgin in your 20s, but you knew Timmy wasn’t like that. He had always been loving and respectful, never putting any pressure on you.

Now you were ready. You wanted this so badly with him. You began to wonder if you had unwittingly been waiting all these years for Timmy specifically. You really felt like he could be the person you’d spend the rest of your life with.

……

That evening, he texted you that he was in an Uber from the airport on the way to your place. You had your lingerie on underneath your cute-yet-comfy clothes. You knew he’d be tired from work and travel, but you hoped he wouldn’t be too tired.

You were sat on the couch, waiting for Timmy and watching a movie. You tried not to think too much about how the night would go. You knew you had no reason to be nervous. Timmy cared about you. He hadn't said the words yet, but he always made you feel loved and desirable, and you were certain that this night would be no different.

The knock on the door finally came, and you hurried to open it up for Timmy.

He looked so cute and cozy in his sweats and ball cap that had a fight on its hands trying to contain his wild, fluffy hair. "Hey, I've missed you." he said, his eyes were sleepy, but he smiled widely. He set his bags down on the floor and threw his long arms around you.

"I missed you too." you cooed, squeezing him back, feeling instant comfort, and you giggled as he lifted you off your feet. His warm lips pressed a kiss to your neck.

Once he set you back down on the floor, your eyes met, and it was electric. You felt butterflies looking into his hazel-green eyes many times before, but this time was a little different. It was much more sensual.

He grinned at you before giving you a sweet, soft kiss in your lips.

You were a little lost in the moment and you forgot your manners, so you offered, “Do you need a drink or anything?”

Timmy shook his head ‘no’ politely, “I’m okay for now.” He looked over to the couch briefly, sighed, “I’m so tired, babe.” He took your hand to lead you to the couch.

You sat with him, and he rested his head on your shoulder. There was no space between the two of you and your hormones were raging with him so close.

“What’re you watching?” he asked, and a small yawn fell from his mouth.

…….

Cuddling and watching the movie was nice, Timmy gradually snuggled his way into your lap. You found yourself caressing his messy curls, running your fingertips idly over the sharp lines of his face.

You really didn’t want him to sleep, but you could tell how exhausted he was. His breathing slowed, he fidgeted less and less. He was like putty in your lap. You looked down and his lashes closed up. He hummed lightly in his sleep.

Defeated, you picked another movie to watch as your boyfriend slept on you.

……..

Timmy stirred after about a thirty-minute nap. Your legs were numbed by the weight of him, but you didn’t mind. He was so cute when he was sleeping.

He turned, eyes opened, and looked up at you, “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna fall asleep on you.” His sleepy voice was so sexy, it made you weak.

“It’s okay. You’ve been really busy lately, I get it.” you gently ran your fingers through his tousled hair.

He sat up, “I know but, it’s our time to be together. I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad. You’re awake now. You weren’t out very long.” Now was your chance. You leaned in and caught his lips in a tender kiss. You rested your hand on his neck and moaned ever so lightly into the kiss.

Timmy opened his mouth, inviting your tongue in.

You swiped your tongue into his warm, wet mouth. His arms slid around your body, and he pulled you onto his lap. His hands went to your hips, and he squeezed your flesh there as you straddled him.

You deepened the kiss and held his face in your hands. Your fingers wove into the soft locks behind his ears.

"Mm," Timmy moaned against your lips, pulled away and said, "when you kiss me like that, my dick gets hard."

You grinned, then took his hat off of his head, letting his curls fall free. "I want you, Timmy." you cooed, kissing him again. You felt his hand on your cheek, and he caressed your face. You placed your hands on his chest, letting them roam down the front of his body. His lean figure was firm to the touch.

As you made out with him and shifted in his lap, you could feel that he definitely wasn't lying. You pulled away from his kiss, but he kept you close to kiss and nibble on your neck. You looked down and there was a tent in his sweatpants.

After seeing how strained he was, how ready he was to fuck you, it all became super real. You weren't going to be a virgin after this night. You had to tell him it was your first time.

"Timmy," you began, your hand holding the back of his head as he sucked on your throat.

"Yeah?" he mumbled against your skin. His breath tickled your neck.

"Um, I have to tell you something. It's a little awkward."

"Y/n," he took his mouth off your neck, and leaned back to look at your face, "what do you mean? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to tell you that...I'm a virgin."

"Oh, is that all?" his eyes widened a little, but his expression remained unbothered. "There's nothing awkward about that, baby." he held your face in his hand and kissed your cheek. "Are you scared?" his eyes had become a darker, more serious shade of green.

You shook your head, saying, "No. I'm just ready to be with you."

He smiled and leaned in to touch his forehead delicately to yours. "I'm ready too." He kissed you tenderly, slowly getting on top of you.

You laid down underneath your man and watched him take his shirt off. After, he slid his fingers under the waistband of your pants and pulled them down your legs. He caressed your buttery smooth skin and left little kisses up the way of your legs. He stopped then moved up further, his hands on your hips. He started to kiss your lower tummy, along the line of your panties.

You felt yourself getting wet, and unable to stay perfectly still. You took your shirt off, wanting to feel his warm lips all over your body. As if he could read your mind, he trailed his kisses over your stomach. Your breathing became uneven, his little chin hairs tickled your ribs. His fingers splayed over the narrowest part of your waist; you could feel the callouses on them from his guitar lessons. It was a stark contrast the softness of your skin.

Then, his handsome face was nestled between your breasts, kissing and nibbling your exposed cleavage. He brought his hands up to cup them through your bra.

You moaned, feeling your nipples harden. Your pussy was hot and slick at this point. You locked your legs around Timmy, just needing him as close as possible.

He tugged the sides of your panties down, then tossed them onto the floor. He settled down in between your legs, looked up at you as his mouth met your folds. He slid his tongue between them, such a foreign, but thrilling feeling. Only you had ever touched yourself there.

You threw your head back as he lapped up your arousal. He flicked his tongue over your clit, flattened his tongue over your most sensitive area, suckled at it with his lips. You cried out his name, and put your hand in his hair in an effort to keep him from leaving your pussy.

Timmy held your thighs firmly, and moaned against your folds, creating blissful vibrations. You knew he would have skills, but this was unimaginable. He then quickened the pace of his talented tongue, flicking your clit over and over. It was too much, you could feel your heartbeat in your core, your body shook as you came.

"Fuck," he huffed as he removed his face from between your legs, "that was hot, baby girl. Your cum tastes so good." His lips and chin were glossy, because of you. He then pulled his pants off and his boxers.

You caught glimpse of his hard cock, impressive in length and pink at the tip. Your pussy throbbed at the sight.

“Is it okay if I put in you?” Timmy asked, taking his dick in his hand, ready.

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, please.”

He placed his thick tip at your hole, then slowly started to slide in. Your wetness made him glide easily, but he was tight fit inside you. He nestled his lower body between your legs and held your hips in his hands.

You gasped as his cock filled you up. The stretch was painful, but as he thrusted in and out more, it became bearable, then after about a minute, it felt really good.

“How’s it feel, love?” he asked you, looking down at you as he pumped his hips a little faster.

You put your hands on his back, “Mm, it’s so good.”

Timmy then kissed your face, your neck, your lips. “I’ve dreamt of your tight pussy on my cock.” he said, his voice low, and so sensual.

“Yeah? You wanted to fuck my little pussy?” you purred, then squeezed his body with your legs. You then remembered your vagina has muscles, so you squeezed around his cock too.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried, then bucked his hips faster.

There was more friction inside you now, and more pleasure. “Oh my god!” you whimpered.

He stopped after a couple of minutes, pushed your legs apart so he could move out of their grip. He turned you over, smacking your ass along the way.

You giggled, not knowing until then how much you liked being spanked.

Timmy grabbed you by the hips, pulling your ass back toward him. Then you felt his fingers at the clasp of your bra, and your breasts were free in a matter of seconds. He teased your wet entrance with the tip of his cock, he circled your clit with it, making you tremble with need.

A/N: sorry to end it there, but this chapter was getting too long, i think. part two coming soon!

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vivwritesfics · 8 months

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Keep on Rolling - MV1

Chapter Five

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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"Hey man," Lando said to Max one evening at dinner. It was drivers only, simply because Y/N was too busy working. Everybody wanted her there, but she couldn't spare the time.

Max looked at Lando with a polite smile, too busy eating to say anything.

"You let Y/N interview you?"

He nodded his head, still eating.

"Oh. Well, the rest of us ran away. We didn't trust it not to be a prank," Lando continued. "Why didn't you?"

Max stopped eating to look at him. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"What? No. I just want to know what you're doing with my best friend," answered Lando. This was starting to piss him off. "I don't care what you do, as long as you don't do anything to hurt her."

Max simply scoffed. He didn't have any intentions with Y/N. Whatever happened, happened. If that took them down the romantic route, so be it.

"Don't worry," he said, returning his attention to his food. "I don't plan on hurting her." He ate ignoring Lando and every other driver sat around the table. There was a good few minutes where Lando stared at him, something like disgust written on his face. He didn't mean to be pulling such a face, but he couldn't help it when it came to Y/N

***

Y/N's eyes hurt as she stared at the emails on her screen. "What the fuck," she whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was seeming more and more impossible to find a moment of peace for her.

You need to look at this and give a statement, ASAP, the email said. This is the second time this has happened in the space of a month. How does this keep happening? You need to watch yourself to make sure it doesn't happen again

She read the email a couple of times over before clicking the link.

It was an Instagram post that had gone viral within the F1 community. Pictures of her with the drivers, hidden away in hotel rooms. Moments that nobody but Y/N and the drivers involved should have pictures of.

Her having dinner in Lando's apartment, Y/N and Charles walking through the hallway of a hotel together. There was one occasion where she, Lando and Carlos had snuck up to the roof of the hotel. Somehow that picture was in the post.

The worst one, though? There was a picture of Y/N and Max laying together. It must have been after the drunken quiz video, after they had fallen asleep against each other. It was such an intimate moment, a moment meant for the two of them and nobody else.

They were pictures nobody should have had. Who had taken them? Where had they come from? How did this account have them?

But then Y/N scrolled down to the comments

Username: omg she's such a whore

Username: You'd think this years championship would be interesting since she's sleeping with the whole grid

Username: I've never liked her

Username: She ruined Lando

Username: yeah I liked Carlando better before it involved her

They just went on and on like that. Thousands of them. For every supportive comment, there seemed to be two negative ones. It was horrible. How was she supposed to put out a statement about it.

So, she pulled out her phone and did the only thing she knew to do.

Ten minute later, there was a knock at her door. Y/N wiped her tears and ran to pull it open. "Oh thank god," she said through a sob and wrapped her arms around him.

Lando walked her further into the room and pushed the door shut behind him. “Tell me what happened,” he said and sat her down on her bed. He sat beside her and Y/N instantly placed her head on his shoulder.

"People are horrible," she sniffed as she pulled up the Instagram account.

Taking her phone from her hand, Lando scrolled through the pictures before getting to the comments. As he read them, his grip on Y/N was tight, growing tighter with every horrible comment.

"I've never seen these before," said Lando as he scrolled back up to the pictures. From the way they were taken, they couldn't have been fan pictures - they must have come from someone right there with them.

Lando pressed his finger against the power button and dropped Y/N's phone into his lap. He pulled her close, running his fingers through her hair. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."

There was nothing they could do that night. So Y/N locked the door, double checked the lock and then pushed her bedside table up against it.

Y/N and Lando fell asleep together, spread out across the bed. They'd fallen asleep together several times before. They'd been doing it since they were kids, sharing a bed on sleepovers. It was a habit that hadn't died and had only taken breaks when either of them were dating.

"Promise everything is going to be okay?" Y/N muttered in her sleep as she rolled towards the door.

Lando's answer was a snore.

***

Max was used to his phone blowing up over night. He was a world famous Formula One driver, it was bound to happen. But, when he scrolled through his notifications this time, everything was different.

Pictures, none of which he had seen before. He was in some, but the one thing every picture had in common was Y/N. Max ignored all the pictures that didn't have him in the, all the pictures but the last one. The one of him in bed with her/

Nobody had been in the room with them, Max had made sure of it.

His phone vibrated in his hand. But it wasn't who Max hoped it would be. It wasn't the girl he had been pictured with. It was his father. Jos Verstappen. Just the man Max didn't want to be speaking to.

He swiped his finger across the screen and pressed his phone to his ear.

Have you ever been berated by an angry Dutchman almost to the point of tears. Max had. He'd been berated by his father so many times before. Even now, as a twenty five year old, it still stung just as much as it had when he was a child.

Jos ran through the list of all of the news article headlines he had read that morning. All of them about his son and the youtuber that had been following the grid around like a lost dog.

As much as Max wanted to defend her, Jos didn't give him the chance. He sat there in silence as his dad shouted at him down the phone. When Jos finally hung up, Max let out a sigh.

Suddenly there was a knock at his hotel room door. Now in a foul mood, Max stood and opened up the door.

"Hey," he said, letting his visitor in.

The visitor said nothing and walked into his room. "You need to stay away from Y/N."

Max stared at Lando. He said nothing, just stared, so Lando continued. "Stay away from her. Stop falling asleep with her, stop going near her. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life."

Max sat himself back on his bed and patted his thighs in a repetitive pattern. He'd just gotten enough of this from his father, he didn't need this from Lando, too. "What gives you the right?" he asked. "Why can't she make her own decisions?"

"She doesn't know what she wants," Lando spat.

Max shook his head. "I think you're wrong," he said. "I think she knows what she wants and you're unwilling to listen to her."

Suddenly Lando was very close to him, getting in his face. "Stay the fuck away from her," he growled and marched out of the room.

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 4: A Wedding of Presidential Proportions

You couldn't sleep when you got back to the White House. You were pacing the floor of your room, trying to fabricate a believable love story for you and Bradley.

You would say that you'd gotten close during his campaign, and he proposed the night he was elected. That would explain why he risked his life for you after the last debate and why you held the Bible and danced with him at the inauguration. That would be believable.

You also had to think of a wedding date. It would need to be soon. Now that the people knew, they would push for a wedding. You settled on October. That would give you two months to figure this out.

You'd have to tell your parents tomorrow because you knew they would have questions, but you couldn't tell them the truth.

You were furiously trying to write notes down when you realized you should probably check on Bradley. It was almost two in the morning. You hoped he was still awake.

You grabbed your robe and note cards before sneaking down the hallway. You knocked once on his door before it flew open.

"You can't sleep either?" He asked you. "No. But I've been productive. You say as you enter his room.

You spend the next twenty minutes going over the tale you have spun for the two of you. He sits silently and nods along as you pace back and forth across the carpet of his bedroom.

"So, does it sound believable?" You ask him once you finish. "It does. You've really put a lot of thought into this." He agrees with you.

"Now, for a wedding date, I was thinking October because by the time the story gets out, we will have been 'planning' one for a few months." You tell him.

"Do we really have to get married? I mean, William and Kate dated for ten years before tying the knot." Bradley points out. "Yes, but their engagement was about a year. Trust me, I've thought about dragging it out, but with the digital age we live in, it gives people too long of a chance to find out we are lying." You explain to him.

"Okay, so after we get married, how long until we can get divorced?" He asks you. You stop in your tracks. You hadn't even thought about that.

"Well—" you begin, "If we get divorced in less than two or so years, people are going to be extremely upset. It will look bad on you, and the tabloids will start fabricating stories of infidelity between us, and it would tank your chances at reelection and my chances of ever working again." You continue.

"But, if we get divorced after two years, that would be peak reelection campaign time, and again, people would be angry that their favorite first couple is breaking up and it would give your opponents fuel for a smeer campaign and probably tank your ratings and cause a scandal." You tell him. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.

"Oh my god." You breathe out. "What?" Bradley asks you as he sits up from his chair.

"The only way to prevent this whole thing from killing both of our careers is to stay together and get divorced after you get reelected or lose the 2028 election. It would be at least four years of marriage. Four years of a lie." You state.

You can feel the heat rising in your chest as the anxiety sets it. You being to pace faster around his room. Your eyes are wide with a far off look in them.

"Oh my god, we can't do this. We can't commit to this for FOUR YEARS Bradley. What was I thinking when I said that? I'll tell you what—I wasn't thinking. I didn't want the media to brand me as someone who slept her way to the top, but now I've sentenced both of us to a life of scrutiny in the public eye!" You shout at him.

"We can't do this. I was wrong about everything I said. I didn't have a plan, I wasn't thinking I just did, and now I've screwed everything up." Your voice starts to tremble. Your chest tightens, making it harder for you to breathe. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Bradley can see the cracks in your armor starting to break. The facade that you wear so well is slipping. His heart breaks when he sees the first tears slip down your cheeks. He's never seen you cry before. Come to think of it, he's never seen you as anything other than put together. He's shocked to see you like this. Emotional, vulnerable, raw.

"Where's my phone? I have to call Jaycee. I have to have her publish a story saying that I was lying and that we aren't a couple." You choke out. Your hands are trembling as you try to unlock your phone, but it's no use. The device falls from your fingers and crashes to the carpet.

That's all that it takes for you to fall to your knees and sob. Rooster immediately jumps from his seat and pulls you close to him. You're babbling about how you're sorry to him and about how you can save his career by tanking your own.

It's killing him inside to see you like this. To know that he's the reason you're having a panic attack at three in the morning. He doesn't know how to respond. Normally, you're the one picking up the pieces for him. So he does the only thing his can think to do. He sinks down on the floor next to you and pulls you close to him. He tucks you under his chin and rubs your back to soothe you.

"Y/N. Y/N—please, take a breath. Look at me." Bradley tells you softly. He takes your chin and gently directs it to meet his eyes.

"Let's take a couple of deep breaths together. Come on, breathe with me. Breathe in—and breathe out." He directs you. He repeats this several more times until your breathing is back under control, and you aren't crying anymore.

"Okay, let's talk through this slowly. We have two options. We can get married, spend the four years together, and then get a quick and amicable divorce after the election. If we do that, we both have a good chance of being able to continue our political careers, right?" He looks to you for your approval. You nod your head.

"Or, you commit political suicide by saying what? You made up the whole thing because you didn't want the media slandering you?" He asks. "It seems like they would slander you even more if you said we lied." He tells you.

"I can tell them that I can onto you, I was harassing you. Trying to blackmail you or something. If I did that, it would save your image. I could never work in politics again, though. I'd have to leave D.C." You stutter out, the anxiety still not fully gone from your body.

The thought of you leaving made Bradley sick to his stomach. He couldn't let you give up your dream for him.

"No." He says. "I won't let you do that. I can't let you do that. I wouldn't be in this position of power if it wasn't for you. I can't do this without you. I need you." He tells you earnestly.

"We are already friends. We can do this. We'd only have to pretend for the cameras and in the public eye. Behind closed doors, it doesn't matter. We can fake it til we make it." He laughs.

"You sure?" You ask him. "Positive." He confirms. You nod your head and smile at him. He helps you up. You take a deep breath and feel some relief.

You pause for a beat, and Bradley can see the exact moment you put your mask back on. Gone is the vulnerability you'd just shared with him, and back was the bravado he'd seen you wear so well.

"You know you'll have to make sure any hookup you bring here signs and NDA, right?" You ask him.

"Come again?" He blurts out with a look of confusion. The sudden change in your demeanor has his head spinning.

"Look, Bradley, even if we have to be married for a bit, I don't expect you to be celibate the entire time. You won't be the first president to have a mistress, but you'll be the first with permission. You snicker at the last part.

"I mean I'll do the same." You reassure him.

Bradley is too stunned to speak. The idea of either of you having a lover made his heart ache. He couldn't stomach the thought of another man touching you or getting to see the side of you that you kept closed off from him.

"Yeah, I understand." He hesitated. The silence around the two of you was uncomfortable.

"Right. So, I'm going to call a jeweler in the morning so we can pick out a ring and make sure you memorize these cards." You tell him as you hand him some flash cards, breaking the tension.

"I have the ring covered." Bradley tells you. "What?" You ask him. Unsure if you heard him correctly. "I have the ring covered. I'll memorize the cards. For now, we both need to get some sleep." He rubs your arms in a reassuring way.

"Okay. You're right. Goodnight, Bradley." You tell him as you leave his room. "Goodnight, Mrs. Bradshaw" He calls down the hallway after you. You roll your eyes and try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

The next day around lunch, Jake storms into your room. "Wise-woman! Girl, what the fuck?!" He asks you.

"Jake, I don't have time for this. I was in a life or death situation. It was either fake engagement or political ruin. I did what I had to do." You explain to him. "I know, I know. Rooster already gave me the same speech. So you're really going to do this interview. Get married and all that jazz?" Jake asks as he comes to sit with you.

He flops down on the couch in your sitting room while absent-mindedly tossing a baseball in the air.

"Yeah, it's not ideal, but it keeps all of us employed. Well, let me rephrase that. It keeps you and Bradley employed. Meanwhile, I get to be paraded around as a piece of arm candy, and the only thing people are going to care about is what time wearing." You sigh.

"You know there are way worse things than being the First Lady of the United States. You think that no one is going to care about what you have to say, but Bradley will. He values your opinion more than any of his advisors. And you could have a serious social impact. Doesn't every First Lady have a platform that she focuses on during her time? Think of the change you could make. The good you could do in the world." Jake tells you. You hadn't really thought about it that way.

"Plus, do you know how many women in America would gladly take your place? I do, because I've seen the tweets and the tiktoks. Marrying Bradley isn't the prison sentence you're making it out to be." Jake finishes his pep talk to you before silently tossing his ball some more.

You sit there, taking in his words and processing them.

Neither of you is sure what to say until Jake speaks again. "So, on another note, your friend at the Post who's interviewing you—is she single by chance?" Jake asks you.

You laugh at his comment. Of course, he would ask you about Jaycee when you're having a crisis moment.

"Jake! You're such an asshole!" You laugh as you throw a pillow from the couch at him.

"Knock knock." Bradley comes in. "And that's my cue to go." Jake says as he gets up to leave.

Bradley comes and sits down next to you. He puts a small box on the table in front of you. "Go on. Open it." He tells you.

You open it, and your breath catches in your throat. Inside is the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. It's an oval cut diamond, easily five karats or better. It's flanked by two pear cut amethysts and set on a silver band.

"Bradley how—" you ask him. "Called in a favor." He tells you. You stare at it a moment before he takes it out of the box and slips it on your hand. "Size eight. Just like you said." He smiles at you. "Oval because of the Oval Office, right?" You joke with him. "Exactly." He breathes out.

"So, are you ready for this interview?" You ask him. "If I'm being honest, no. But I know that just like everything else, we can get through it together." Bradley kisses your cheek and pats your leg before getting up to leave. The skin where his lips touched buzzes with a familiar feeling that you're desperately trying to push back down.

Thanks to your careful planning, you made it through the interview with Jaycee. By the time you and Bradley arrived back to the White House, you were trending on social media, and #Wiseshaw was going viral. You had succeeded in pacifying the nation for a while.

Now, the real challenge began: planning a wedding.

..................

"Does it really matter so much about the flowers!" You groaned into the sofa cushion. The wedding was a week away, and instead, if sitting in on interviews for who was going to take over your position once you became the First Lady, you were with Jake and Jaycee picking out center pieces.

You had hated all of the aspects of planning the wedding. You hated them because over the past two months, you'd found yourself unable to deny the fact that you had feelings for Bradley. He truly was the man of your dreams, but the only reason you were able to have him was because of a lie.

Magazines, news outlets, and social media called you the perfect political power couple. The people ate up the engagement shoot you'd released, and the buzz of your upcoming nuptials was all anyone could talk about. People were rabid wondering what your dress was going to look like, who would be on the guest list, and most importantly, people wondered how long it would be until the two of you had children.

Of course, there was speculation that you were already pregnant due to how fast you were getting married from the time you announced your engagement. If only the people knew that your husband would never touch you like that.

You were broken from your thoughts by Jake.

"Yes, it really does matter, Wise- woman. You and the president are getting married. This is the closest thing America is ever going to get to a royal wedding." You looked at Jaycee and rolled your eyes because you knew Jake was right. This would be the first time a president had gotten married in office in over a hundred years. In the minds of many, this was a royal wedding. The two of you were the American Will and Kate.

"Jakey is just trying to be helpful as the best man and all." Jaycee tells you as she gets up to wrap her arms around him.

"If you two could keep it in your pants while I'm here, I would appreciate it." You tell them. You shuttered at the memory of finding out they were seeing each other. You had gone to Jake's office to ask him to sign off on some things, and instead, you found him and Jaycee, using his desk for purposes that it was not intended for.

"Oh c'mon, don't be such a grumpy gills. You'll be getting your taste of a man in power soon enough." Jaycee laughs.

"No, I will not. This marriage is a business arrangement. I'm not going to sleep with Bradley. I'm not even going to move out of my room." You tell them. You get up to leave as Jake and Jaycee shoot each other a knowing look.

.......................

Saturday comes quicker than you expected. All morning, people are fussing over you and helping you get ready. Jaycee is doing her best to keep you calm. You aren't nervous because you are getting married. You're nervous because your life is about to change.

You wonder if Bradley has the same knots in his stomach or if he is calm and collected.

The funny thing is, as he's getting ready, Bradley wonders the same thing about you.

He's paced around his room about five hundred times since he woke up this morning. You had no clue that Jake and Bradley's godfather Maverick had been trying to keep him calm.

He knows it's just about time, and his hands shake as he tries to tie his bow tie. You always make it look so easy. He growls in frustration before Maverick takes over. "The last time I saw a Bradshaw, this nervous was when Goose was getting ready to marry your mom. He was awful with ties, too." Maverick smiles at him, trying ease the tension. "They'd be so proud of you, kid." Maverick smiles as he smooths out Bradley's collar.

Soon, the wedding coordinator is coming to get them. It was time.

The wedding is to be held in the Rose Garden with a reception to follow in the banquet room of the White House. Everything is perfect. The chairs, the flowers, the table settings, the center pieces, the decor. All of it is fit for a wedding of presidential proportions. You'd spent two months going over seating charts, menu options, and cake flavors. Every time you asked Bradley what he wanted, he always responded with, "Whatever you want dear." You roll your eyes at the memory. Of course, he would be better in a fake relationship than any of your previous real ones.

As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, the thought of running crosses your mind.

You don't have time to ponder it though. It's almost show time. Your mother and Jaycee help you into your dress. It's a soft taffeta ball gown with ruching on the bodice. Its sleeves are slightly off the shoulder, and it has a jeweled belt at the waist. You could describe your dress best as "a modern take on Jackie Kennedy." Your mother helped you secure your cathedral length veil in your hair. She brushed a few stray hairs from your face before making sure your oval pendant was centered on your neck. Jaycee handed you your bouquet of lavender roses before grabbing the train of your dress and veil to help you out of your room.

Your father smiled when he saw you. Both of your parents were so proud of you. Their daughter was about to be the First Lady.

You took a deep breath as you walked out of french doors to the top of the staircase.

Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest as your feet carried you down the steps. It felt like you were in autopilot.

The violin quartet began to play "august" as Maverick walked down the aisle, holding framed photos of his parents before sitting them in two reserved seats. Jake followed him with your mother before coming back. Several of his former Navy friends escorted your bridesmaids down the aisle. Then, Jaycee and Jake made their way down the aisle. As the song looped, you could help think about the irony of it all. The man that you were about to marry would never be yours, not really.

Soon, it was your turn. You smiled as you heard the first bars of "Wildest Dreams" start to play. If it was one thing Bradley knew about you, it was how much you loved Taylor Swift. It only seemed fitting that he would pick two of her songs for your wedding.

Damn him and his ability to give you butterflies. It wasn't fair.

Everything moved in slow motion. The walk down the stair case and down the aisle felt like the longest ten minutes of your life. You did your best to look the part of the perfect blushing bride, but it was so hard.

Looking out at the perfectly place chairs with their perfectly draped cloth covers and perfectly tied lavender bows made you feel sick.

The sight of the wooden pergola draped in in greens and tulle made your knees weak. The meticulous rolled out white cloth that was covered in dainty lavender flower petals for the aisle had the bile in your stomach rising to your throat.

Everything was so perfect. Or at least it would have been if this was real. Your father could feel you tense up as you reached the bottom of the stair case and turned to stand at the end of the aisle. He patted your hand to comfort you. Everyone rose up from their seats, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to look up and look at Bradley. He was standing at the top of the aisle beaming at you. Suddenly, all of the anxiety you were feeling melted away. A genuine smile crossed your face as you began to almost float towards him.

You watched him brush a few stray tears from his eyes.

Your eyes stayed trained on Bradley the whole time. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was actually in love with you.

"You look beautiful." He whispered to you as you joined him at the altar. "Your tie's crooked." You whisper back. "Sorry, I didn't have help." He chuckled before the officiant asked everyone to be seated.

The ceremony goes by in a flash. You and Bradley exchanged vows and rings. And soon you heard the officiant say, "Mr. President, you may kiss your bride."

You lean forward to press a polite kiss to Bradley's lips, but in an unexpected turn of events, he sweeps you into his arms and dips you before kissing you. Everyone erupts in applause. The officiant speaks once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time, President and Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw!"

Bradley grabs your hand as Jaycee hands you your bouquet before you walk back down the aisle under a sea of flower petals.

During the entire reception, Bradley doesn't leave your side as the two of you mingle. You have your first dance as husband and wife to a slowed down version of "I've Had The Time of My Laugh. You grin at his nod to the first time you danced with him. After you finish, its time to cut the cake. You enjoyed smashing some of it in his face more than you should have. Your smile never leaves your face. You can't believe how easy it is to pretend to be in love with him.

But that's all it is, pretend. You've signed yourself up to continue this charade with him for the next four years.

After the reception, you change into a white lace tea length dress. You and Bradley board Air Force one. You have three days for a private honeymoon. Bradley releases his duties to Jake for the time being before you leave.

Soon, you're touching down somewhere tropical.

You're exhausted by the time you make it there.

The two of you get settled into your bungalow. All you want to do is change and get some sleep.

"Can you unzip me? I want to take a shower. There's two bathrooms here if you want to shower too." You inform Bradley. He's happy to help. He unzips your dress. He sees the white lace of the bra and panties you are wearing.

"Thanks." You tell him before trapsing off to a shower.

Bradley groans and adjusts himself before heading off to the other bathroom. God, his right hand is going to be tired after this trip.

After an hour in the bathroom, you finally come out. You find Bradley sitting in a chair watching TV.

"You aren't in bed yet?" You question him.

"I wasn't sure which side you slept on, and I didn't want to assume." He says as he gets up and gestures to the huge bed in the middle of the room.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm not sleeping in here." You laugh. He looks at you confused before you go to the other side of the room and on unlatch a door he hadn't noticed before.

"Did you really think I wouldn't plan a head to make sure we had two rooms?" You ask him.

"I—I shouldn't have doubted your abilities." He tells you, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"It's fine. Look, we've had a long day. We'll talk more in the morning." You smile and kiss his cheek before walking into your room. "Goodnight, Mr. President." You call to him.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Bradshaw." He calls back.

He hears the sound of the lock on the door clicking. He sighs before dropping back into the armchair. He runs his fingers through his hair before taking a look at the silver band that now adorns his finger. He twists it a few times and sighs.

How was he going to get through the next four years of this?

Little did he know that just on the other side of the door, you were dying inside too.

A special shoutout to @thedroneranger for beta reading this chapter and listening to my rambles!

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Go For What You Want

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of violence but nothing too serious

Genre: fluff & minor angst

Summary: apparently kissing your shy neighbor wasn't enough of a hint for him, time to be even more direct. Somehow...

A/N: This is Part 2 of Secrets That Whisper & Shout, I'm officially making it an anthology :))

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That kiss was almost two weeks ago now and nothing has happened. You didn't even get to have a proper conversation that day because you got a frantic call from one of your girlfriends before you could address the situation and Steven politely excused himself to let you take care of her situation. And since then, you wouldn't say Steven's been avoiding you exactly but he certainly hasn't been doing much in the way of conversing. You've mostly been seeing him in passing and if you try to hold him for more than a few minutes either Marc takes over or one of them makes an excuse to leave. All in all, things have been weird and you're sick of it so today you're absolutely over it.

You knock on his door firmly with a whole bulleted list of points in your mind. You hear shuffling on the other side and two whole minutes go by before the door swings open.

"Y/n! Hi. What brings you over? Is everything alright? I was in the middle of-" You know Steven's about to give you an excuse to keep things short so you stop him with a raised hand.

"This won't take long, I have somewhere to be but quite frankly I'm sick of you half avoiding me and I'm only here to tell you that it has to stop. If kissing made you that uncomfortable you should just say so, you are an adult and I can take care of myself there's no need to dance around it like you're scared to hurt my feelings or something."

"What?" He blinks at you.

"Things are weird and I don't like it. If you don't want to talk to me then say so but this thing where you act like things are normal while acting very NOT normal has to end."

"It's not that I don't want to talk to you! I talk to you almost every day."

"Asking me how my day was when I catch you in the elevator is not the same Steven and you know it. What is going on with you?"

"I- well to be fair it's not like this has exactly gone in the right order I- I don't know what I'm supposed to do here."

"Right order? Steven we kissed each other it's not like we eloped in Vegas and the next step regardless would be taking me on a date or asking me to be your girlfriend or anything that indicates you actually want something with me." You huff.

"What?" His eyes widen.

"A date, Steven, most people would ask the girl they like on a date."

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me since we kissed."

"Oh. Oh! I- I'm an idiot." Steven palms his face in embarrassment.

"Well, I won't disagree with you." You shrug.

"A date. It would be an honor to take you on a date."

"Well, then get planning. I have to go, but you have until the weekend."

"Wait do you mean we're going on the date this weekend or that I have until this weekend to have a plan?"

"If you can make it this weekend I would be... surprised, impressed- but a plan will do just fine." You tell him.

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay. See you soon." You say and pivot on your heel to head down the hall. You do actually have somewhere to be. Steven may not be quick to take the lead but he is certainly quick to move when prompted because he does in fact make your date that weekend. Saturday afternoon you're on the couch reading when there's a knock on your door. The first set of knocks is shaky but before you manage to get up there's a second set of much sharper more assured knocks. When you pull the door open Steven stands there with a set of flowers.

"Steven. Hi. You know you- could've just texted me with what our plans would be?" You smile.

"Well yeah, I know but I was hoping you were free now."

"Now?"

"For our date."

"You wanna go now?"

"No time like the present!"

"Alright, give me like 10 minutes to change."

"You look fine."

"Steven I'll freeze once the sun goes down if I go out in this tank top." You chuckle.

"Fair."

"Where are we going?"

"I can't tell you."

"Well how am I supposed to dress then?"

"Casually is fine."

"Alright. You can sit on the couch and wait." You say leaving him in your doorway to go swap your loungewear for something more date-appropriate. A cropped sweater and a skater skirt with a pair of boots. Ten minutes later you practically skip out to the living room again and Steven stands before you've even reached the couch.

"I- forgot to actually hand these to you when you opened the door." He says holding out the flowers he brought.

"Thank you Steven. I'll throw these in a vase and then we can go!"

"Of course." He nods. You quickly find a big enough container for the flowers.

"Okay let's go." You say and hold out a hand for Steven to follow you out of your apartment.

"I was going to take you to dinner, but Marc insisted it was too basic. Although his suggestion was totally out of the question so- we worked to find something we both could get behind." Steven says while the two of you are walking.

"What was Marc's suggestion?" You chuckled.

"Nothing good." Steven shakes his head.

Hey, my ideas were great! Heaven forbid I try to make shit more interesting than just dinner!

"More interesting how?" You chuckle.

"What?" Steven frowns.

"Sorry- I just- went into your head by accident again. We need to work on that actually but conversation for a different day. I just heard Marc- he said he was trying to 'make shit more interesting' and now I'm curious what he means."

"Skydiving."

"Skydiving?!"

"That was his first suggestion." Steven nods.

"His first suggestion was skydiving?!"

"Yes."

"If you'll excuse me for a moment I'm going to jump into your mind and yell at him directly. You'll have to guide me as we walk."

"Oh- okay?"

You're first suggestion was skydiving?!

Well yeah, Steven just wanted to go to dinner and he told me you guys used to do lunch a lot already so I can't imagine it would be fun to do something you've already done."

Marc- everyone has to eat in fact you're supposed to do it multiple times a day not to mention there are so many types of food and so many places to go it would take so long to run out of new ways to experience the thing we all have to do it's why food is like a universal truth on dates. You know what would really not be fun on a date? Dying. Infinitely less fun."

Oh come on we wouldn't let you die.

You cannot control what happens if I jump out of a plane at thirty thousand feet in the air. I can guarantee you've jumped off of several roofs working for that crazy ass bird, is that not enough heights for you? I would assume you get more than enough, honestly, you probably get too much, adrenaline doing errands for Khonshu, if you're becoming a junkie for it don't drag me into your chases. Actually, you're not allowed to chase it period it is stressful enough leaving your safety in the hands of a ten foot tall bird skeleton you are not allowed to bring that kind of stress into non-mission scenarios.

Fine- no jumping out of planes.

Or off of bridges, or off of cliffs, or into shark infested waters, or river rapids or-

I won't do anything to harm us, sweetheart. We're here though so, you should hop outta here and talk to Steven. He's been anxious about this date all week.

Alright, I'll probably check in with you later.

With that you push out of the boys' mind and take a moment to check your surroundings.

"An arcade!? Oh my gosh!" You gasp.

"You like it?" Steven asks.

"Who doesn't love the arcade?!"

"Well I bought game passes already so- where do you want to start?" He asks.

"Oh it doesn't matter I'm so gonna kick your butt at everything here."

"I could- totally beat you at probably at least one of these games!"

"Ohhh you're so on!" You scoff. The two of you spend hours playing every competitive game in the arcade. Steven manages to beat you at a number of them and you beat him at several too but you both lose track of the score at some point and just enjoy whatever games look the most interesting even if you both suck at them, which happens a few times too. By the time you leave, the sun has set entirely and you find a small shop down the street for food. Fish and chips for you and luckily for Steven there were several vegan options for him to choose from. You spend another hour or so talking to Steven and Marc while you eat and honestly, the whole night is one of your best first dates ever.

Jake wasn't so eager to get involved with you. In fact, for the first few months of your relationship with them, he hardly spoke to you. You don't take it personally, Marc and Steven tell you all the time that he's just not that friendly so, while you make sure it's clear the door's always open to him, you don't bother pushing him to talk to you. You brought Steven a snack at work today and hung around til the museum closed so now you're walking back with him as he tells you about the newest exhibit there. It's so nice listening to him talk about things he enjoys, the sun is slowly disappearing in the sky and stars are starting to blink to life as you enjoy the late summer evening together.

Steven stops suddenly and his grip on your hand tightens halting you with him. Your eyebrows knit together as turn to look at him only to see a pensive frown on his face as his eyes dart around the street.

"What's going on?" You ask. He pivots quickly and yanks you behind him just before three masked men appear seemingly out of the shadows.

"Stay behind me. I'll protect you." Steven says gruffly. Except, that didn't sound like Steven.

"Jake?" You frown.

"Sí. Don't worry."

"I'm- not worried. I can hold my own pretty well you know. I'm not a damsel in need of-"

"Princessa." Jake cuts you off sharply, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Lo sé, I know, but this is not your fight and I will not let you get hurt." Jake says.

"Jake-"

"Whatever sassy remark I'm sure you're about to say please save it for later. Right now? Bigger fish." He says.

"Fine." You concede, stepping back a little so Jake has room to fight. The masked assailants standoff with Jake for what feels like several minutes. It couldn't have been more than 90 seconds but it felt like much longer. The one on the right strikes first, leaping towards Jake with a dagger which seems to signal the others to launch at them too. Despite being outnumbered 3:1, Jake is holding his own pretty well against them for the most part. He disarmed the one with the dagger rather quickly and now it's just hand to hand. Even when they manage to get the jump on him it never lasts long, you're rather impressed by Jake's fighting. It seems like this will be over pretty soon, or rather it did, but then you notice one of the guys reach for the discarded dagger. Jake is distracted by the other two, you're not sure if you should yell or intervene but you have to do something. It's too late to yell, he won't have enough time to reach. You shoot your arm out and the blade slips from his hand and into yours. This turns his attention to you and he runs at you after a moment of confusion. You barely manage to sidestep him and he goes crashing into a lamppost though that doesn't manage to slow him down much. He charges again like an angry bull.

"Princessa!" Jake yells somehow still worried about you despite fighting off two people on his own.

"I got it, Jake!" You call back elbowing the guy in the nose as he comes at you. The guy grabs his nose for a moment but quickly focuses back on you, throwing a punch that you dodge but he uses your movement to grab your arm that's still holding his dagger. While trying to disarm you the weapon slashes your side and you have to grit your teeth as you wrench yourself free.

"Aw man I liked this shirt." You mutter. You've officially had enough of this. With a flick of your wrist, you effectively freeze your assailants in place.

"Dios mío." Jake breathes out, stumbling when he realizes the fight has stopped.

"Sorry! I should've warned you I was gonna do that. This guy ruined my shirt so- I'm not having fun anymore."

"You were having fun?"

"I mean- as much fun as you can have while fighting. I was winning so, wasn't too bad but then he ruined my shirt."

"You're hurt." Jake frowns.

"It'll heal. Do you want me to wipe their memories or I can just leave them here for a few hours? Although they'd probably come looking for us again if I did that."

"You can just wipe their memories?"

"Yes." You nod.

"And you could do this the whole time?"

"Yes." You nod.

"What are you?" Jake asks.

"A telepath mostly. Did Steven and Marc not tell you that? Steven like almost stopped talking to me when he found out."

"Steven almost stopped talking to you because of this?!"

"Well not-"

"Sorry, give me one second." Jake spins around and finds the nearest reflective surface, a window of a closed store next to you both. "Hermano. You almost stopped talking to her because she's?! Do you not realize that makes her the coolest person you've ever met?! Why would you stop talking to her?!" Jake practically yells at the reflection. You chuckle a little at the one-sided conversation. You're tempted to find out what Steven's response is but you won't pry. It's surprising to hear Jake jump to your defense considering how little he talks to you. "That's so stupid! You are very lucky Marc was nosy enough to get involved and save you from yourself! ... No Marc you were being nosy you didn't even know the girl at the time ... I'm not saying that I'm just saying she was Steven's interest first. It's fine that you like her now but it's not like you were looking out for your own interests when you got involved, you were helping Steven... This isn't about me!?"

You knock on the window next to Jake's reflection and he jolts back, turning to look at you with a confused frown.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt your squabble but can we start heading back to the building? Also, what do I do with the guys?"

"Lo siento, we'll take you home. And you can wipe their memories." Jake says.

"Cool." You nod. You wipe the minds of the attackers, erasing yourself and Jake from their brains entirely and you watch as they try to shake the disorientation of a memory wipe.

"That is incredible." Jake says with mild surprise, reaching a hand behind your back to guide you in the direction of your apartment building.

"You know, this is the most you've ever spoken to me." You point out.

"That is true." He nods.

"But you wanted to protect me tonight."

"You are Steven's girlfriend. Even if I do not talk to you, I will protect you because it protects Steven." He shrugs.

"That's- very noble of you I guess." You say. There's a moment of silence that passes between you before Jake offers a reply.

"It is selfish."

"Selfish? How?"

"Estoy demasiado nervioso para hablar con tú, pero presto suficiente atención para saber que he empezado a cuidar de tú." He sighs.

"I don't speak Spanish." You shake your head.

"I know." He smiles.

"But how will I know what you're saying?"

"He likes to be vague." You notice immediately the change of voice.

"Marc!"

"He likes you. He doesn't want to admit it but he likes you."

"Oh!" You blink, a smile slowly spreading across your face. "That's very cute. I like him too. He should come around more." You say. And come around more he did. It was gradual at first but soon you were seeing Jake as often and Marc and Steven. You won't pretend it's always straightforward considering the three are very different personalities but you like to think you're all navigating it well. Even though sometimes you need a little help from your abilities.

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Lover Of Mine | Regulus Black x Reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

WC: 1,200

CW: talks of break up, swearing, use of Y/N, its pretty fluffy with a little angst

Author's Note: I didn’t think anyone would want a part two to Amnesia so I couldn’t decide if I should do a happy or sad ending so I did both, this is the happy ending.

Summary: you just needed to see regulus one more time. You could see him without pass feelings coming up. Right?

Pt1 Amnesia

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Why were you doing this? Why did you come here? Why did you think asking Barty if Regulus still lived here was a good idea?

Before you could think you knocked. Before you could run the door opened.

There he was, the man you planned on spending your life with. He was still as beautiful as when you left but he was a mess.

You could tell he wasn't taking care of himself. His hair was longer than you'd ever seen it, he had stubble, bags so dark under his eyes that it reminded you of a time before he left Grimmauld place, paler than before and he was skinnier. At that moment all you wanted to do was hug him, make sure he had something to eat and make sure he got enough sleep, like you used to.

But that wasn't your place anymore.

“Hi, Reg.”

It was the only thing you felt like you could say. You thought seeing him would be easier. That all the feelings you spent so long getting rid of would stay gone, apparently you were wrong.

You felt like you did in your first year when you saw him the first time, you got butterflies in your stomach and felt your heart skip a beat.

“Y/N.” Regulus whispered as if he was scared that if he spoke too loud that you would disappear.

“How are you Regulus?”

“Why are you here?” Regulus didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did but he couldn't help but be on edge. He was masking his emotions, not letting you know what he was feeling.

“Honestly? I don't know.” You could feel yourself getting more and more anxious. Maybe he didn't want you there. Did he move on already? Maybe he's seeing someone? No, there's no way Barty or Evan would have said something. You started picking at your fingers, it was a nervous habit that you pick back up after the break up. You didn't even realize you were doing it anymore.

Like no time had passed Regulus grabbed your hand stopping you from picking at your fingers. When he touched your hand it felt like a rush of electricity was sent through your body, and by the look of his face you weren't the only one who felt it.

“Do you want to come in?” His mask started to come off, you could tell he wanted you to come in but you couldn't help but worry that he only asked to be polite.

He still hadn't let your hand go, but you made no effort to get away either.

“I would love to, if you have time…”

“I will always have time for you.” Regulus said without a moment of hesitation.

You found yourself back on the couch in the flat you swore to yourself you'd never set foot in again. Looking around it was like you never left. The same pictures on the walls, the few books you left scattered around, things you forgot still remained almost exactly where you put them.

“How have you been, Reg?” you couldn't help but smile at him, it felt nice to be around him.

“I'm as fine as I can be. You?” His answer made your smile drop a bit. You were hoping that he would be happy at the very least he'd be okay.

“I've been okay.”

“You're lying.”

“What?”

“You're lying.”

“Why do you think that?”

“You're pulling on your necklace. You only do that when you're lying.”

You look down and sure enough, your fingers were wrapped around a necklace you were wearing,

“You remembered that?”

“Of course I do.”

Why did something as insignificant as knowing when you're lying make your heart skip a beat? You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks. You also caught the small smirk that Regulus was now wearing.

“I guess some things never change, huh?”

Regulus said with an eyebrow raised. You couldn't help but laugh a little. You and Regulus started to laugh and talk like no time had passed at all. You were reminiscing about your time at hogwarts. The time spent with Pandora, Barty, Dorcas and Evan. The stupid pranks Sirius and his friends would pull.

“No, because you would instigate Sirius all the time! You're going to sit here and tell that when they flooded the Slytherin common room it wasn't because you told him his hair was as greasy as Snaps?”

You all but yelled while laughing.

“Okay maybe some of the pranks were my fault.” Regulus said with a smile on his face. He felt like it was his first real smile in so long. But that was the effect you had on him, you made everything better, you brightened up his life.

“We had some good times didn't we?” you sat there remembering all the good times you had together before everything went downhill. It broke you that you two didn't last.

Regulus let out a little sigh and looked down. “Yeah we did… Can I ask you a question?”

You nod. “Of course.”

“Barty said you started seeing someone. Said you seemed happy. If you're happy… why are you here?”

“I was. Seeing someone I mean, and they were great. But I kept finding myself comparing them to… you and that wasn't fair to them. So I ended it.”

You admitted looking down and picking at your fingers once again, and then there was Regulus like clock work grabbing your hands once again to stop you.

“Do you remember when we would dance everywhere? It didn't matter where we were, if there was even music on, we would just dance.”

You keep your eyes on your hands that fit so perfectly in his, while his words brought up so many amazing memories together.

“How could I forget?” you chuckled slightly, your heart feeling full at just the thought of dancing with him again.

Regulus lets go of your hands and stands up doing a slight bow while holding his hand out with a cheeky little smile on his face. “May I have this dance?”

You couldn't help but laugh but you nodded anyway with a smile on your face grabbing his hand. You two danced around the living room smiling and laughing, getting lost in each other. There was no music, there was no one else, there was nothing else, just the two of you. It felt so normal to be close to him to be in his arms once more.

“When I look at my life and think about everything I’ve done, all the mistakes, fucked up things I’ve done or said I reget all of it, but you? Having you in my life was the only thing I did right. To know that there's a possibility that my name will never fall off your lips again seems like such a shame. So I don't know if I can give you away again, I've already made that mistake once.”

Looking into Regulus' eyes you can see he meant every word. You could feel your heart speed up and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

“You don't have to Reg. I'm here.”

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Lie to me (Alt Sad Ending)

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Can I get a Christmas Pudding with a spiked eggnog to eat in?

Ps. love your work also when i checked your event gingerbread and candycane were a bit odd and didnt mention characters.. (as of 23:28 on dec 10)

order up - I hope you're happy with it <3

Yandere first 👀? It's been a minute since I've written for him but he's such a fun link to play with. I'll drop a warning for this though - he's got a few issues regarding divinity and theres a bit of blood/gore in it (although I know some people prefer that)

[Event masterlist]

It’s nice being in a village again since who knows how long. Having another link join us was a nice surprise, even though he’s a bit more awkward than the others. Just a shame his ‘Hyrule’, despite it not being named yet, was so terrible. So empty and dead, full of abandoned villages, at least those that are more than charred remains.

“If you’re overwhelmed by the crowds we can go back to the inn if you’d prefer.”

His grip on my hand tightened as he seemed to think it over, he’s clearly uncomfortable but there seems to be something stopping him from simply admitting it. I could force the issue and change the question, maybe that could get and answer from him.

“I was planning to go back anyway, might as well make the most of having a private room for now, right?”

“I suppose that it is getting late now.”

I know that links sacred form is a wolf, but does he really have to lean into the clingy puppy side of it? Not even the rancher is this bad as wolfie, and he’s a literal dog at that point. He isn’t asking to share a room with me though which is nice, even though he’s a link and kind at that, there’s something off-putting about him.

“Mhm, I’m definitely certain, it’ll be nice to call it early for once too.”

“Right then dear.”

How is he already so comfortable with using pet names for me? He’s known me for less than a week, yet he already sounds like he sees himself as my lifelong partner or something. All of the others have those types of names for me too, but with them? It took a while for them to warm up to me, I wouldn't have stayed with them half as long if they were like this.

“You remember where your room is right?”

“Actually dear, I wanted to ask if I could come to your room in a moment, I’ve gotten you a gift and I think it’s a good time to give it to you.”

…A gift alone in my room, what is he planning?

“I saw it in town earlier and I was just going get it for you so I could keep it a surprise.”

“You really don’t need to get me anything link.”

“I want to though, it’s the least I could do for you.”

Just a hum. I’m not going to be able to convince him one way or the other, am I? Really though, am I overthinking this, what harm could a gift cause after all?

I don’t have to wait for too long though, taking the time to sort through my belongings and practice some of the stitches legend and wars taught me to mend my clothing. If I had to guess then I was only waiting for about thirty minutes till there’s a knock on the door.

“Link you -”

“Why are you covered in blood?”

He’s just smiling. Smiling and holding a package in his hands.

“I was just getting you a gift, my deity.”

“I-”

There’s no time to even respond as he’s shoving it into my hands as he walks in. I have so many questions but so few answers, why is he so bloody, why is it dripping, why is it warm? He’s looking at me so adoringly though, waiting for me to open it so politely. You know how to untie a knot [name], you can do this, you’ll only make it worse for yourself if you don’t open it.

“Do you like my sacrifice for you, my deity?”

It’s a freshly butchered heart. Dripping with blood in my hands. He’s killed someone and torn out their heart to give me wrapped up as a gift. And now he’s looking at me for praise, he wants me to praise this. I feel like I’m about to throw up.

“You I… I don’t….”

“He was looking at you and trying to court you earlier and if there’s one thing that I learnt from hylia. It’s that gods adore sacrifices in their name.”

“But… I - I’m not…I’m not a god link.”

He doesn’t believe me, he’s got a sickening smile on his face like he’s done a good thing. Wait - why is he? The feeling of his blood sodden hand stroking my face is even more sickening than the heart still in my hold - why haven't I dropped it - he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong. He’s proud.

…What have I gotten myself into.

#moss✦writes #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #yandere link #yandere first #lu first x reader #lu first #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader

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st-eve-barnes · 10 months

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You know that I'm no good (chapter 4)

(Modern Aegon x fem Reader, Modern Sihtric x fem Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: Aegon takes you out on another date and Helaena's concerns grow. Lots of fluff in this one ;)

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +2400

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All my fics are also on AO3

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You didn’t see Aegon, or Sihtric, for another week and your initial excitement had soon died down when you realized a potential invite to do something together wasn’t an actual invite to do something together. Sihtric had probably already forgotten he ever mentioned it, and he most likely just said that to be polite to you, not because he really wanted to do it.

So you let yourself get absorbed by work that week, only texting Helaena every now and then. When Friday night came along and you hadn’t heard from Aegon you were getting ready to install yourself on the couch with some pizza and catch up on some Netflix shows you’d been missing out on.

The knock on the door made you want to smack whoever was on the other end and for a moment you contemplated just ignoring it. But then they knocked again.

“I know you’re home, buttercup, I can see the lights on,” Aegon’s voice reached through the door, making you sigh.

You stumbled to your front door and opened it.”What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“People usually call before they drop by.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on it but Aemond just texted me there’s a movie festival over by the river, it’s like right there in front of your apartment.”

His eyes took you in from top to bottom, checking out your pink Hello Kitty top and sweat pants and then meeting your eyes with a little grin. “And it definitely looks like you didn’t have any plans tonight,” he concluded.

“Doing nothing and watching Netflix is my plan,” you answered while giving him an angry glare.

“Come on, please,” he begged,”It’s like the perfect couples activity, I bet Sihtric and Skade will be there.”

You sighed dramatically but also opened the door to let him step inside your apartment.

“Remember when I said I’d regret dating you? This is the moment.”

Aegon just smiled and plopped himself down onto your couch, browsing through the Netflix menu while you moved to your bedroom to start changing.

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Your dread about going out disappeared as soon as you arrived by the outdoor cinema, its cozy lights and comfortable seating by the water looked so inviting. You hated to admit it but this looked a lot better than your stuffy couch and Netflix.

Aegon got you both some drinks and popcorn while you looked for a suitable spot. You settled for one of the blankets right by the water and you quickly scanned the area for any sighting of Sihtric or Skade but to no avail.

Aegon found you just in time for the commercials to start.

“I never asked you what movie they’re playing,” you suddenly realized.

“Oh, Notting Hill,” he mentioned casually and you hit him on the arm with the biggest grin on your face.

”If you had just said that right away I wouldn’t have objected!”

Aegon smiled at your enthusiasm,”That one of your favorites, is it?”

“Of course! God, I love that movie, you have no idea,” you squeezed his arm,”Thank you so much for taking me.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he smiled and shook his head, unable to look away from you for a moment.

You both watched the commercials and then the movie started. You sighed annoyed at several couple arriving late and blocking your view but your irritation faded quickly when you recognized Skade’s long blonde curls and saw that Sihtric was right behind her. They found a seat not far from where you both were sitting.

“Told you,” Aegon grinned.

“Alright, you were right, now shut up and let me watch the movie.”

He laughed at your obvious irritation and took advantage of how focussed you were on the screen to let his eyes roam all over you again. Skade was right there yet he could’t tear his eyes away from you, what was up with that? He took another long sip from his drink and tried to shake it off.

You’d been so engulfed by the movie you hadn’t realized Aegon hadn’t touched you at all yet tonight until your eyes caught sight of Sihtric and Skade halfway in the film. They were cuddling up together and making out and behaving as an actual couple should behave and suddenly your good mood just dropped.

You forced yourself to look away from them and just watch the screen again but you were unable to hide the disappointment on your face. Aegon noticed the shift in your mood.

“You okay?” he asked,”Do you need me to get you another drink? Some ice?”

“No, I’m good,” you answered, not taking your eyes off the screen to look at him. You both continued watching the movie in silence for a while until Aegon noticed you were shivering.

“You cold?” he asked softly.

“A little bit,” you confessed,”I should have brought a sweater or something, it’s my fault.”

Aegon took off his jacket without giving it any second thought and gently placed it over your shoulders.”Put it on.”

You looked away from the screen to give him a grateful smile and did as he suggested.”Thanks, what about you though?”

“Targaryen blood, the cold doesn’t bother me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh,”Okay, Elsa.”

This made Aegon laugh as well and he bumped his shoulder against yours, moving to sit a little closer to you.

“You gonna eat all that popcorn?” you asked, pointing towards his cup that was still half full while yours was empty.

“Oh, you’re going to take that from me as well now?” he teased,”You’re such a needy girlfriend, jesus.”

But he didn’t hesitate to put his cup in the middle so you could reach in.

“Sorry,” you grinned up at him and you both stared at each other for a moment.

You broke eye contact first and turned to watch the screen again. Aegon grabbed a handful of popcorn and then offered some to you. He kept doing that throughout the rest of the movie, letting you eat out of his hand, smiling quietly every time your fingers brushed his.

Without even realizing it you’d been leaning closer and closer to him until your head was resting on his shoulder.

Aegon’s arm moved around you, his hand softly caressing your hair while you watched the movie and he fed you popcorn.

It happened so naturally, you were both just playing of course, just doing what couples were supposed to do. A quick brush of his lips against your forehead, your hand grabbing at his shirt to hug him a little closer, just to keep him warm (or so you told yourself).

Him reciprocating, pulling you even closer to him. His hand moving from your hair down to your neck to turn your face towards his, and then his lips were on yours, kissing you so softly and so slowly you felt like your entire body was suddenly on fire.

His tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you opened up for him so easily and eagerly.

The ending of the movie was lost on you both, nothing else existed apart from his lips on yours and his hands grabbing at your waist, holding you so close and so tight as if he was afraid you would pull away from him the second he let you go.

But you didn’t pull away at all, you got so lost in his kisses the rest of the world around you both disappeared, even your favorite romcom didn’t matter anymore.

The movie was long over by the time you both came up for air. Aegon breathing hard and fast, you unable to stop from smiling and biting your lip. He cupped your cheek again, gently while pressing his forehead against yours, giving you a tiny smile before he leaned in and kissed you again. Softer this time, drinking in every little sigh and whimper from your lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth to deepen the kiss, devouring you with a hunger that left you breathless.

“Aegon,” you moaned softly and he hesitantly pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered,”God, sorry, I got carried away a little…sorry.”

“No, I…I didn’t mind,” you reassured him and when your eyes met his you both smiled.

“I should have asked if you were okay with that first,” he whispered.

“I’m okay with it,” you answered quickly, making his smile even brighter and he broke eye contact, biting his lip.

His hands were still on you, caressing your neck and your hip. Your hands were firmly tangled into his shirt. Neither of you making any attempts to let go of the other.

Your head felt dizzy, your lips still burning from his kisses and your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t bear to look at him right now knowing it would only make you want to kiss him again. And at the same time you couldn’t not look at him.

Aegon’s eyes were soft but his pupils were dilated, he seemed to have trouble focussing on your eyes, his gaze dropping down to your lips every few seconds. He softly pressed his forehead against your temple, nuzzling your cheek. His breath was hot against your skin as his lips inched closer and closer to yours again, obviously still craving more.

You had never wanted anyone so bad and in that moment the realization hit you like a freight train…this had nothing to do with being touch starved anymore, and it no longer had anything to do with making Sihtric notice you either.

You were falling for Aegon, hard and fast.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You pushed him back and shook your head,”You should take me home now.”

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It was Wednesday and you were having your weekly lunch with Helaena by the town’s square. It had been almost a week since the movie date, you hadn’t seen or heard Aegon since. He’d behaved like a true gentleman that night and walked you home without laying another hand on you.

You hated it.

Because it made everything very clear, he was still just following the plan, his affection for you disappearing as soon as your audience disappeared. And you felt like a fool for thinking anything else.

Skade was the girl he wanted, you knew that and you also knew that wasn’t going to change. You weren’t Aegon’s type, just like he wasn’t yours. Sihtric was the one you wanted. Even if you had to remind yourself of that fact right now. You tried to visualize Sihtric’s beautiful eyes and smile but all that filled your head was Aegon’s sweet moans as he kissed you and the way his tongue felt against yours.

“Y/N!” Helaena hit you in the face with one of her fries, eyeing you suspiciously from behind her plate,”What’s with you today? You’re a million miles away.”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, it’s just pms,” you lied through your teeth.

You hated lying to Helaena but you also didn’t want her to lecture you right now and you knew she would if you were going to admit you were developing feelings for her idiot brother.

“You sure?” she insisted.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just not hungry.”

“Then you’re not fine, babe.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“How’s fake dating my brother going?” she then asked.

“It’s fine.”

Helaena just kept staring at you,”You use the word fine one more time and I’m hitting you with my burger.”

“It’s fi…it’s going alright, that better?”

“No, it’s not because you’re lying to me.”

Your eyes met hers, suddenly afraid of what she was going to say next.

“You don’t need to worry, it’s nothing,” you tried to reassure her but Helaena knew you better than that.

“You can tell me, you know, I’m your best friend. Even if it’s about Aegon, you can tell me.”

Hearing her say his name was enough to make you feel emotional, it was just a few seconds but it was enough for Helaena to catch on and she sighed deeply.

“Oh no, babe, I warned you about this.”

“I know, okay,” you sighed.

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him,” she begged.

“Of course I didn’t sleep with him, Hel!”

“Please tell me you don’t want to sleep with him.”

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Helaena covered her face with both hands, shaking her head with a desperate sigh.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could say.

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” she then said and she reached for your hand across the table,”Look at me for a second and give me your hand.”

You did as she asked.

“You’re my best friend,” she continued,”and I need you to hear me, okay, really hear me.”

You nodded your head, mentally preparing for what would follow.

But she just squeezed your hand and met your eyes with a serious look,”When I say you shouldn’t get involved with Aegon I mean it, babe. I know he’s nice and I know he’s probably being really sweet with you right now because that’s what he does, he’ll make you fall for him and he’ll make you believe you’re the one that’s going to change him, or fix him. But trust me when I say my brother is unfixable.”

“Nobody is unfixable,” you disagreed.

“Aegon is,” she answered and there was a sad tone to her voice now that somehow scared you more than her words,”He’s…there’s so much you don’t know, Y/N.”

And now her words were scaring you as well.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You could see the hesitation on her face and after a while she shook her head.”It’s not my story to tell,” she eventually opted and gave your hand another squeeze,”Just please trust me on this. Have your fun with him, fuck him if you must but do not fall in love with him because it will not end well. You’re my best friend and I don’t want that for you.”

“Okay,” you nodded,”I will try, that’s all I can promise, okay?”

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe her, you wholeheartedly did, but you couldn’t make a promise you didn’t trust yourself to be able to keep.

Helaena nodded but you could see the doubt in her eyes, she let go of your hand and leaned back,”So how are things with the Viking then?”

You smiled,”I wouldn’t know, he hasn’t spoken a word to me since that one time at Jace’s party.”

“You should probably get on that then,” her look was so uncharacteristically serious you couldn’t help but throw one of your fries into her face. At first she didn’t react but then she burst out in laughter anyway, hitting you with her napkin.

“Bitch.”

#aegon x reader #aegon x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #aegon smut #sihtric smut #hotd fanfic #the last kingdom fanfic #tom glynn carney fanfic #arnas fedaravicius fanfic

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underoostarks · 1 year

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Still Blue

Summary: It's been a year.

Warning: fluff, angst

Word Count: ##

Note: I've got two unfinished requests sitting in my drafts for so long but still don't have the motivation to finish it. Sorry :(

Inspired by the Rookie S4 E01. I don't watch it but I saw a scene in Tiktok and thought it'll be cute.

You entered your office, slumping on the couch, stomach flat, Tony had forced you to buy before when you're just starting to work at the Stark Industries. You sighed out of relief, taking a mental note to thank your wonderful husband again, the couch is a blessing as your bum is already tired seating all day on those meetings you attended.

Not minutes after relaxing in your position, you heard a knock which made you stand up and say come in to the person in the other side of the room.

"Mommy!!" Your daughter, Morgan, exclaimed as Happy opened the door while his other hand is holding Morgan.

Morgan quickly takes her hand from Happy as she excitedly run to you, full of energy. You bend down to hug her and kiss her cheeks multiple times which made her giggle. That sound alone vanishes your tiredness from the exhausting day you had.

"Hurry, mommy! I had something to show you and Daddy!" She yell excitedly once she broke the hug.

"Happy, have the car ready, I'll just get my things and we're good to go," You instructs, guiding Morgan to Happy once again. "Because someone here is a little excited to see his daddy." You continue, bopping you daughter's nose.

"Copy, we'll now head downstairs." Happy replies and you mutter a thank you before walking to your desk, tidying the papers and getting your bag, make sure you didn't forget anything.

After you arrived home, Tony's at the door greeting his girls, you and Morgan, as well as Happy. But before you could reply, Morgan already got his daddy wrapped around her finger, settling the both of them to the living room to play and chitchat while you went straight to the kitchen to prepare your dinner. Happy went upstairs, carrying Morgan's trolley bag to put it in your daughter's room.

Before you could start, Tony must have noticed as he shouted from the sala.

"I've got the dinner going already, honey." He states. "I asked FRIDAY, with Dum-E and U, for assistance to cook the chicken, we also got the side dishes covered so just relax."

You couldn't help but tear up at your thoughtful husband. Maybe because you had an exhausting day but seeing him like this, happy playing and listening to Morgan's stories and got the dinner ready to help you relax, you couldn't ask for a better husband because you already got the best.

As Happy went downstairs, you have offered him to have dinner in your home but he politely declined, stating that he and Pepper had already plans for their dinner, which you just smile and guide him to the door.

"Thank you, Happy. Have a nice ride."

After dinner, you put all the dishes in the sink, leaving FRIDAY to work on it. You sat in the couch beside your husband as Morgan tells her day in the school to the both of you. You and Tony couldn't help but chuckle as Morgan even acted some of the scenes as she's in front of the coffee table, exaggerated words and the tone of her voice is too cute to not react.

After some time, as you sense that Morgan is getting tired from her scheme, you had her take a bath and to call it a night. You left your husband in the living room as you went upstairs with Morgan to help her.

Once Morgan took a bath and you settle her in her own bedroom, you went to kiss her forehead and wished her a goodnight and sweet dreams.

"Mommy, I have a question." She starts, you hum as a response for her to continue with a smile on your face, wondering what's going on inside her tiny very curious head just like her dad.

"Why is daddy still blue?" That made your smile go away for a second before you force yourself to put one again.

"It's already past your bedtime," You changed the topic. "and don't think that you'll get away for sneaking a juice pops with your daddy earlier." You kiss her cheek and forehead one more time before leaving her to her room.

You let out a sigh as you close the door behind your back. It's not the first time Morgan had asked you about that but it's been getting often these past few weeks and you don't think that changing the topic would help you next time.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You flinch as Tony made an appearance to the hall.

"My lovely wife." He greets, but as soon as he sees your reaction, worry starts to conquer his face.

It's been minutes since you and Tony settled in the living room, you remain silent while Tony tries to talk to you, asking what's wrong. Yet, you give him no answer.

It's hard. It really is. What Morgan had asked earlier gave you a cold hard reality check. Suddenly, it's like you're back to square one. You're back to day one, feelings are overwhelming your system. You play pretend so much to the point you'd forgotten how your daughter needs to know the truth— which she might have already known about it she's just waiting for you to actually say it, something that you're not so sure if you have the courage and energy to say it to her because even yourself, doesn't want to believe the sad reality you're living in.

"Honey, please talk to me. You know how I worry about you going completely silent around me." Tony's voice snapped you from your train of thoughts. You couldn't get yourself to his holographic figure right now so you looked away.

"Darling, look at me, tell me what's wrong."

"Morgan asked me why you're still blue." And that made Tony halt.

You both went into complete silence. Unspoken thoughts echoed through the room. Both of you can't say anything because both of you can't do anything about it.

"Is there anything that I could do to you?" He broke the silence, voice filled with hope that maybe he could make it up— the hardest yet also the easiest decision he did before.

You shake your head—no. Because there's nothing that he could do right now to ease you.

"At least tell me, do you.. need anything?" His voice is almost cracking up, and you didn't even knew how could a holographic figure of his could do that. Could make you feel so much emotion, could make you feel like he is really there. With you.

"The 365 days back."

"You know I can't do that honey." He replies, so gloomy and filled with remorse. You could ask for anything in the world and he can make it happen.

Gosh, if he had given the chance to move the heavens and the mountains for you and Morgan, he would literally do that. And it's breaking his heart that the only thing you ever ask for is the one thing that can't do.

"I know." You reply as a tear went down your cheek, giving him a nod to completely show how much you understood him. Because you really do, you knew your husband well enough to know that he didn't want to do it either. It's just that his need to protect and give his family a better place to live is much stronger than anything in this world that he would gladly do it even if it meant it'll cost him his life. Which what happened a year ago.

And you didn't know if you're starting to slip away from reality again and slowly imagining things but you swore you could almost feel his arms around you, giving you the comfort you needed the most and whispering 'I love you'.

"I know."

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5eraphim · 1 year

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Oof sorry for another one but can you do something where engi and you have your first date together at his house, but you have a tiny bit of an odd feeling about him. He's very sweet, but almost overly nice. He offers to make dinner for you and you say yes, but what you don't know is that he put aphrodisiacs in your food.

These prompts were so fire! So freaking fun to write for, thank you for these!!! I feel like ever since I've been writing short stories I've wanted to write a "you don't love me, you love how being loved make you feel" confrontation between reader and their yandere- very cathartic to finally get that scene out of my head and into a finished work!

Title: Birthday Cake

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISNT FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

Word Count: 7k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you're whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has wver been able to find me.'" unknown title, Sue Zhao

You should've known better than to give in to the kindness of strangers. Well, perhaps not strangers, but the excessive displays of affection from your teammate Engie had long since worn out their novelty. You'd only been a member of the team for a few months yet, ever since then, Engie'd taken a certain special liking to you, something which bothered you right away. It wasn't your style to accept being fussed over by anyone, but no matter how you tried to politely push him away, he never seemed to take the hint.

What really surprised you was his latest act of kindness, inviting you to his place to share a meal together. A birthday dinner, his treat. You knew you never told him your birthday or anyone else for that matter, and you couldn't even guess how he found out or how long he'd known, and honestly, you weren't sure you wanted to know. You initially tried to politely decline, planning to make up some lie about plans to call family after work to celebrate. But he was stubborn, absolutely refusing to take no for an answer.

Something about his forwardness bothered you, but still, there were worse ways to spend a birthday, and you agreed to meet up at his place later that night. Giving you a comfortable amount of time to get cleaned up and changed out of your work clothes before you found yourself at the address he provided you earlier. Knocking at the door, you tried to ignore your rising anxieties and let yourself believe Engie was your friend and you had no reason to be so skittish. Perhaps a little too friendly sometimes, but not someone who would ever hurt you.

Engie held the door open for you as you entered, leading you through the kitchen; the smell of well-seasoned food cooking on the stovetop and roasting in the oven overtook you before you entered. While you'd never actually stepped foot in Engie's home, it looked exactly how you'd imagined. A cozy rustic kitchen with a wood stove, gingham-printed curtains and tablecloth, and a grand wooden table in the center, modestly set for two. You could hear the lazy strumming of some folk song on the small radio on the dark wood of the kitchen counter over the crackling of the low fire burning in the furnace on the other side of the room. Engie lived alone, but you knew he regularly invited family over; the dinner table alone could easily sit 10, but something about the sight of the massive table set for only two made it look so lonely, and you couldn't help but imagine how empty it must look set for only one as Engie was no doubt used to.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Engie's eyes following you as you made your way inside, and you wondered when was the last time he'd had non-blood-related company over. While you were still a bit uncomfortable with his forwardness, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he was just nervous, and you had no reason to feel uncomfortable around him. He was your friend, an ally, surely not one who would mean you any harm.

You sat at one of the seats set for dinner, watching as he prepared two plates. Before he even opened the oven, the smell of Texan comfort food hung heavy in the kitchen and dining room. He kept the dishes he'd made in the oven to keep warm until you showed up, and judging by the considerable pile of dirty bowls and utensils piled by the sink, you reckoned he must've spent hours cooking. Watching from the table, you heard Engie humming as he pulled out a few deep dish bowls, unlidding them before loading up the two plates. He piled on roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, and thick cuts of meat you couldn't quite identify coated in a rich dark sauce, which were just the first things you noticed him dishing.

He said to you from over his shoulder, "There's biscuits on the table for you if you need something to nibble while you're waiting." Like you were even that hungry. But if the biscuits were half as appetizing as what he was dishing out, you were certainly tempted. You pulled one from the cloth-covered basket in the center of the table and bit into the still-warm biscuit, watching him approaching with two full plates in hand.

"I made sweet tea fresh this morning; care for a glass?" Before you could say yes, he was already turning back around to fetch the pitcher from the fridge.

"You really pulled out all the stops tonight, huh?" You were joking, though simultaneously were genuinely overwhelmed by his generosity. He just chuckled, and you thought you heard him muttering something under his breath along the lines of, "Anything for you."

For a few minutes, you chatted politely, listening to the radio, enjoying the home-cooked meal, and feeling the stress of the day melting away as you genuinely enjoyed the taste of his cooking.

"You made this all yourself?"

"Sure did! But it's all mamma's old recipes. You oughtta be thankin' her... How'd I do?" He smiled and tried to look modest, but the look in his eyes said, "I know it's perfect."

"It's amazing; she must've taught you well." You saw a light blush coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he looked down with a big smile. You hadn't expected he would get so flustered over such a simple statement. Though now that you thought about it, Engie was a bit friendlier this evening than normal, which for him was saying something. Perhaps it was for the best you tried to leave now before he got too carried away. Pulling away from the table slightly, you pushed your plate forward.

"Well, this has been wonderful, but I've had enough. Thank you so much for all this; you're so sweet." To your surprise, Engie's smile faltered for just a moment.

"You didn't finish…" He didn't look mad, but his face didn't entirely mask his disappointment.

"It's been a long day, Engie, but I'm about ready to crawl into bed… You aren't upset, are you?"

He perked right up after you said, "Aw shucks, of course not! I understand! I'm not upset. I just hoped I'd get the chance to give you one last thing."

Engie stood from his chair before you could ask what he meant by this, pulling something from the fridge, hiding it close to his chest, and out of sight from you. While you didn't know exactly what he was hiding, you consoled yourself by acknowledging, at least, whatever it was; it must've been quite small. He fidgeted with the thing for a moment before shutting the door to the fridge.

Engie smiled sheepishly, turning around, holding on to a little teacup saucer holding a miniature cupcake so small it could fit in the palm of your hand. A single little yellow birthday candle flickering on top.

"Engie, I can't accept this-'' You forced a nervous laugh while you felt guilty for letting him spoil you with dinner earlier; the cupcake made you feel even worse.

"Sure I did; it's your birthday, ain't it?" He drew closer, depositing the little treat before you as the candle continued to burn, little trails of wax dripping down the sides. You were conflicted, feeling a combination of obligation to accept the gift he'd been saving for last and not wanting to take anything more from Engie after he'd done so much already. While you admittedly didn't eat too much of the dinner he prepared, just enough to show gratitude for his efforts and to keep him from noticing how you kept cutting up the food into tiny pieces, pushing them around on your plate. While you felt bad about wasting the food, you knew you'd be sick if you tried to force yourself to eat it all.

There was no way you could get away with doing that with this. But you had to admit, it was pretty cute, and you didn't have the heart to turn him down now that that cupcake was right under your nose. Closing your eyes briefly, you inhaled before blowing out the candle, wishing silently to yourself out of this charmingly claustrophobic kitchen as fast as possible. Pulling the candle from the top of the cupcake, you held it in your hand for a moment before taking a bite.

You could've sworn you felt an oddness in the cake's texture for a split second when you swallowed. The cake was denser than you expected but tasted just as appetizing as it looked; you finished the tiny cake in a few bites.

Engie smiled warmly, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder, "Happy birthday, buddy'."

You were about to say something when you felt a bizarre warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, not unpleasant, just a little tingly. You took a deep breath, repositioning yourself in your seat, feeling a bit hot under the collar out of nowhere. Clearing your throat, you thought maybe the cupcake went down wrong, and there was a perfectly valid reason you felt so heated out of nowhere, but internally you felt a twinge of panic.

If this were a sudden sickness, it was like nothing you'd felt before. You tried your hardest to keep composure, telling yourself this was all in your head, there's no way you were genuinely so suddenly weak out of nowhere, but your body wouldn't listen. Once again, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat, unable to find a comfortable position. So distracted by the warmth spreading from deep in your gut through the rest of your body you almost didn't notice how heavy your head felt or the dryness in your mouth. Placing both elbows on the table, you clasped your hands together, resting your head on top of your fingers to keep yourself from losing balance.

Fortunately, Engie didn't seem to mind, or maybe didn't even notice, how quiet you were as he cleaned up the kitchen, humming softly to himself along with the radio. You heard his footsteps close behind.

"I'll get this out of your way."

You cleared your throat again, nodding a silent "thank you" as he took the saucer away. While you knew there was something a little off about the taste of the cake, you couldn't put your finger on what.

Forcing yourself to take another steady breath, you scooted back in your chair a little bit to press your back harder against the back of the chair, rolling out your neck slightly as you started panting. Much to your dismay, however, this did nothing to extinguish the odd warm sensation in your gut, which felt like it was spreading so quickly to spite you. Thankfully, due to the room's low light, there was no way Engie could see the way your face had begun to heat up. You didn't know if you were blushing because of the new found warm feeling between your legs, the strain of trying to appear emotionless and unbothered, or the embarrassment of being caught in such a situation in the first place, or likely an unbearable combination of the three.

You couldn't stop fidgeting, unclasping your hands to grip the chair's armrests as you backed up a little harder into your seat. Under the table, your legs, already crossed, began to squeeze a little tighter together, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a sound of frustration as you felt the skin of your breasts and nipples tingle a little, becoming more sensitive on account of whatever the hell it was going on inside your body."No, no, not the body- just in your head. It's all in your head; just take a few deep breaths, hug him goodbye, and you'll be out in no time. you've got this." You could feel your hands white-knuckling your chair's armrests as your head dipped forwards, eyes shutting as you tried to maintain composure.

By now, your breathing had become rapid, and while you knew it was best to keep your head back to let in as much oxygen as you could, you no longer had that kind of inner strength. The best you could do now was pant as quietly as possible as that awful warmth intensified deep inside. You were scared, wondering what the hell had gotten into you, but to a lesser extent didn't care and wanted nothing but to grind your legs together even harder or slip a hand between your legs. To do something- anything, to satisfy the awful neediness between your legs. There was no denying it now; you were wet for sure.

This was agony. Your jeans felt a size too tight, the cotton denim like sandpaper against your legs, chafing your poor sensitive skin, to say nothing of the inseam of your jeans you were painfully aware of against your clit. Swallowing hard, had no idea you'd been salivating so notably. While the intensity of your arousal began to plateau, focusing on anything else like this was impossible.

Before now, you tried to keep your eyes open, spotting against random objects you could see in the room to try and keep yourself grounded, but by now, your eyes were fluttering and shut against your will, and the room seemed to spin when you tried to focus on anything. The feeling of Engie's hand suddenly touching your shoulder, his fingers barely making contact, caused you to jolt fully upright in alarm.

You had no idea how he got back to you so fast, nor how long he'd been standing over you like that, but you were rendered functionally speechless in surprise, looking up with him wide-eyed, your neck still bent forward slightly, unable to support the full weight of your head, forcing you to turn your face to make eye contact, feeling pathetic as he looked down at you from this position.

"Hey, did ya hear me? Are you feeling alright? You're looking a little, uh… warm." It was hard not to cringe hearing him speak like that. Engie could sense you were extremely uncomfortable, but you silently prayed he just thought you were feeling ill. Trying desperately to convince yourself he couldn't detect your sudden unexplainable arousal. He knew something was happening with you, and it was humiliating to hear him trying to be so polite about it.

You managed to lean away from his touch; you tried to force yourself to straighten back up in your chair and were about to answer when a spontaneous throb of arousal caused you to tense up and shrink into yourself. Engie had to grab both your shoulders to keep you steady and prevent your head from crashing forward into the table. Despite this, you tried to wriggle away again but couldn't manage to shake his hold on you.

You can hear him saying your name, his voice heavy with worry, only making you feel sicker. But your head felt too fuzzy to speak, no matter how hard you try to respond. Your mouth won't work, and you were forced to stay held in place until you manage to center yourself well enough to answer. Taking a shaky breath, you speak in a rasp,

"I'll be fine; I just need rest." You hardly sounded like yourself, so trembling and hoarse.

"Honey, c'mon now, you can tell me what's wrong." He tried to squeeze your shoulders a little to relax you, but you only whined slightly at the feeling of his strong fingers, feeling so supportive and stable against your limp, overheated body. You knew if his hands were enough to make your head spin like this, you needed to get out as fast as possible.

"Engie- I'm going home now." Even though your words were slurred, you managed to speak clearly enough to express that much, still fidgeting in your seat to try and break free from his hold on your shoulders. Your eyelids felt so heavy, your face so warm, all you wanted to do was change into your pajamas and get a little sleep. Wanting more than anything to get back in your own bed and get rid of the awful burning inside your body. But thinking like that was dangerous, and you didn't dare let your mind wander while you were already feeling so turned on.

"You can rest upstairs in my room, c'mon lemme help you up."

"No!" Your eyes shot open as you tried to lurch out of his grip like a cornered wild animal; you were already scared, and thinking about what would happen if he brought you up to his room only made things worse.

"Don't take me up there! Wanna go home- please, please, not upstairs- I don't want to!" It was humiliating to hear yourself begging like a child being sent to bed early, but you couldn't stop. You tried to use your grip on the armrests to pull yourself away from Engie, but he was too strong, and all you would do was tire yourself out fighting like this. You couldn't tell if you were actually crying or if you just felt like you were. Trying to fight against the wicked desire quickly sapped all your inner strength; it hurt to try and keep up like this; you just wanted it all to be over.

"Hey, easy now, I've gotcha. I'm not gonna hurt ya-" Engie spoke to you like he was trying to calm a spooked mare. He let go of one of your shoulders to turn the chair you were sitting in away from the table so you were facing him before returning the hand to your shoulder. You were too embarrassed to look him in the eye, keeping your line of sight straight ahead on the wall behind him. Feel sick listening to him patronizing you like you were his little pet, not another grown adult, much less his own comrade.

"Then let go!" You meant to sound immature, but the meat you could manage was another childish pout.

"I ain't lettin' go. You're not looking too good there, honey; if I let ya go, you're gonna hurt yourself. I ain't about to let that happen." Despite having to physically wrangle you like this, Engie sounded as calm as ever. You whined as your muscles went limp, as you finally gave in and let him hold you upright.

"Engie, I don't wanna- Please, just take me home…." Surely he could feel how you continued to tremble under his hold, maybe even picking up on how your skin was practically hot to the touch, but you didn't care.

"Listen, I know you don't feel well, and you're lookin' even worse. My room is right upstairs; I want you to sleep in my bed until you're feeling better." Despite his syrupy-sweet voice, you still felt too disturbed to let your guard down.

"Don't make me go to your bed…" To your surprise, you could hear Engie laughing gently about this before feeling him help you up. You wrapped your arms around his forearms to help brace your weight a little while you struggled to find your footing before wrapping one of your arms around his neck, leaning entirely against him to support yourself. Your face was now painfully close to his, all while he merely regarded you with his easygoing smile.

"Aw honey, I wasn't gonna make us share the bed!" He winked before continuing, "Temptin' offer though it may be." Feeling your body pressed close against him like this was doing nothing to help your situation, you grit your teeth, forcing your face to turn from his to the stairs across the room. Without another word, he helped you make your way to the stairs.

A part of you wondered if he was going so slowly up the stairs to prolong your misery as long as he could; at least, that's what it felt like to you. You used one arm to grab his arm around your shoulders while the other white-knuckled the handrail; not once did his arms budge from either around your waist or from your shoulders, the side of his body crushingly tight up against yours. While the feeling of helplessness and discombobulation was wretched, you hated yourself for clinging so tightly against Engie, letting him lead you upstairs to his bedroom, despite your trepidation.

When the two of you finally made it to the top of the staircase, you were about to step foot on the second floor when you felt Engie mumble something into your ear as you bit down on your lower lip to keep from moaning at the feeling of his lips grazing against your ear, breath fanning over the side of your face, and tickling your neck without warning.

"Almost there now, honey. You're doing so good, just a little longer." You nodded, feeling as though your knees were about to give out at any second.

By the time you reached the doorway of Engie's bedroom, you didn't wait for him to get the door first. You turned the knob yourself and pushed open the door, too blinded by the idea of finally getting to lay down to worry about waiting to be invited in first. Engie helped push the door open wider as the two of you staggered inside. You refused to stop moving until you were in bed, and with almost drunken, unsteady steps, you finally found your respite, crashing into the soft flannel sheets the moment your shin connected with the edge of the bed.

Finally lying down, you lay, sprawled out on your back for a moment, giving yourself time to catch your breath. At last, you were lying down and in bed; nothing in the world mattered right now except for the cozy cotton sheets that provided you with a little nook to curl up inside of.

For just a moment, you felt better, the burning wasn't gone, but at least now it was a bit less uncomfortable.

"Usually, I'd make the bed before the company shows up, but you look pretty cozy down there. Are you feeling any better, darlin'?" You didn't answer; rolling onto your side, away from the side of the bed where he stood, you buried your head in the pillows, twisting the sheets and blankets in your hands, pulling them closer. Not exactly to cover yourself with, but just to have something soft and comfortable to grip onto, something much better than the hardwood of your chair's armrest. But it was more than that. Something about being in his bed like this felt so perfect like you were exactly where you needed to be in the universe. You were hyper-aware of Engie's scent trapped in the bedding, shamelessly nestling your face directly into it, wanting to feel it all over you. No matter how embarrassing it was to be watched in a state like this for a moment, you allowed yourself to indulge. Writhing into the blankets, using them to wick the sweat from your forehead and neck, nestling your head into the nook where the pillows met the bed.

You thought you could hear him chuckling from above, but you weren't sure, but the idea of him getting so much enjoyment watching you nestling into his bed made you self-conscious, making you whine in irritation, the sound almost entirely drowned out by the pillow. Still, the shame wasn't enough to keep you from wrapping both legs around the top blanket of the bed, spooning the fabric, feeling blissful but frustratingly unsatisfying on account of your jeans keeping the blankets from rubbing up against your bare skin. Despite the bed's softness, you somehow couldn't manage to get comfortable and couldn't stop from kicking and thrashing like a fish out of water. The smell of Engie flooding your senses was the only thing going through your mind, but it still didn't feel like enough. You could feel the bed dipping as Engie sat on the side of the bed, his hand against your shoulder, making you shiver and your nails dig into the blankets.

"Can't get comfy down there? You need me to grab you something to drink?" With a snicker, he continued, "Need daddy to read you a bedtime story?"

You frowned, looking up at him over your shoulder, "Don't talk to me like that."

"Aw c'mon, you know I'm only-" He tried to laugh it off, but for some reason, you found yourself more agitated than usual at his ribbing.

"You know what I mean!"

"Pardon?" He lifted his hand from your shoulder as you rolled from your belly to your side to look at him. Something about the awful heat coursing through you made you more brazen than usual, and you could not stop yourself from acting confrontational.

"I hate when you act like that- When you look at me like you know better than me! You're not responsible for me. I don't need you to take care of me!" His brow creased as he looked at you, hurt, confused, and completely taken aback by your sudden attitude. Your breathing was ragged, and it was hard to keep your voice from rising. You didn't know where this anger was coming from, but it felt as though you were finally telling him how much you hated when he babied you. The suddenness and intensity confused you, but the catharsis was there all the same. Telling him how you really felt. For so long, you'd been forced to be professional and mild-mannered around your comrade while he would condescend and coddle you; to finally bear your emotions like this felt damn good.

Engie tried his best to force a small smile to mask the hurt you could still see in his eyes, "I don't do this because you're weak; I never said you were weak-"

You laughed bitterly, "Right, it's because you're just such a nice guy; how could I forget?"

Engie spoke slowly, "I only do this because I care about you; I only want what's best. You know that."

"You don't love me. You love how being needed makes you feel!" By now, you were certain you were crying and weren't even really talking to Engie; now, you were talking to him. In your heart, you weren't really mad at him, but you hated how weak you felt when he prioritized you over the rest of the team. You slackened a little, pulling the blanket up to bury your head in it, sobbing. After a moment, you felt his hand putting the top of your head.

"Of course I love you-"

"No, you don't! You just want to protect the weak, isn't that right? That must be why you're always focused on me, right? I'm nothing but the weakest of the team to you! I'm nothing but a charity case; all you care about is making yourself feel better." You were helpless to stop all the awful insecurities you tried so hard to hide from the rest of the world from surfacing now. Engie huffed a little, moving his hand from your hair to your chin, forcing you to turn and look at him.

"So I'm the selfish one, is that it? I spend all this time with you, cook for you, let you sleep in my own bed, and that makes me the selfish one?" You had to bite back a moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping your face so tightly.

"You slipped me something, didn't you?" It was a surprise to hear your voice so level after screaming and crying. Engie looked more surprised than offended by your words but didn't say anything to his defense.

"I bet you did this, didn't you! Fucking hell, you'd do anything to be the hero- to just come to everyone's rescue. You don't care about me; I bet you don't even like any of the rest of us!"

His eyes narrowed. "Don't say that."

"That's the only reason I'm here, isn't it? You wanted to get me all alone, slip me God knows what so you could take me here and wait till it knocked out to start touching yourself over my unconscious body. You've been planning this, haven't you!" Despite your harsh words, Engie didn't look offended. Nothing worked, no matter how you tried to anger or convince him to kick you out. He merely sighed, face softening as his fingers gently caressed the side of your face.

"Let it out, sweetheart; you've had a long day. Just get it out of your system; you'll be alright." You didn't say anything in return, and for a moment, you wondered, "Would it really be so bad to let him have his way?" Your eyes drift shut as you feel Engie's fingers brush away your tears, smoothing back your hair. No matter how you tried to deny it, letting, him treat you like his little girl felt good. Why had you fought him back for so long? Now that you weren't fighting back, his touch no longer felt smothering but soothing. And you felt in that moment that he was the only thing in the world that could satisfy your desire.

"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, just lay back." The bed creaked a little as he lifted himself from the mattress.

You spoke in a broken, pitifully small voice, "I shouldn't have said that."

"I know you didn't mean it." He was in the same room but sounded so far away you wanted him back in bed.

"It was still wrong to say.." As he returned to his perch by your side, you twisted in bed, laying on your side.

He smiled, "I forgive you." You wanted to say you didn't deserve it, but at the moment, you couldn't find the words; all you could manage to do was stare at him with puppy eyes.

"Do you want me to help you out of your clothes?"

At first, you were about to question why he was acting so brazen, but then you realized at some point during your fight you'd started to wriggle in bed nervously, mindlessly pawing at your bottoms, trying to pull them off while your fingers were too numb and awkward to work the buttons or the zipper. Time felt like it slowed down for a moment; the two of your eyes locked as you understood the weight of his question. You nodded.

"I need to hear you say it." Engie's soft voice is as assuring and gentle as ever, yet unmistakably firm. While you were putting up a fight for a while there, you both knew who was really in charge here. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact, you managed a "yes, I would." Engie's sweet smile betrayed his dirty mind.

"Roll back over onto your stomach." You didn't understand why he wanted this, but you immediately complied. You bit down on a pillow to muffle the sounds you made when you felt Engie's fingers find your jean's button, undoing it and pulling the zipper all the way down just as easily, while you couldn't help but whine and twitch at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare underbelly, and the sensation of his fingers over your clothed pubic mound for just a second as he undid the zipper. You took a deep breath after the zipper was undone, feeling the most relief you'd felt all night. He gave you a moment to breathe deeply before his hands made their way to the waistband of your jeans and, with a few tugs, pulled them past your hips as you kicked your legs to try and help him remove the awful denim from your body. Your thighs spread wider, blessedly now unrestricted against Engie's blankets while he looked down at the beautiful sight. You couldn't help but sigh audibly into the pillow; at long last, you were free.

"Shirt too?" You mumbled, but Engie understood what you wanted, grabbing the bottom hem of your top as he pushed it up and over your head with your bra while you slid your arms through the sleeves. Leaving you stripped down to nothing but your underwear. The feeling of his sheets, his smell now directly below your skin, felt heavenly, your tits perking up a little, still tingling from earlier as you rubbed yourself over the bed, breathing heavily in through your nose and out through your mouth. While Engie was more than excited to finally get a chance to get his hands on you, he wasn't about to rush you here.

You were entirely right to call him out for planning this, and despite a few snags along the way, the evening was shaping up exactly how he hoped it would. And while he expected your hesitation and your near-certain anger when you realized he was responsible for your current situation, Engie had every confidence that in just a bit of time, you would be thanking him for all this. All he had to do was wait, and for you, he'd wait forever if he must.

He trailed his feeling hand down the curve of your ass as you felt the rubber glove brushing against the swell of your hip. His fingers playfully drummed along the flesh of your ass while you shivered and bit down a little harder on the pillow in your mouth.

"I forgive you, and I love you- but you outta know how to watch that mouth of yours."

" 'M sorry, it won't happen again." You babbled, half talking to him, half speaking into the pillow. You weren't strong enough to look him in the eye, but you were just horny enough to tell him whatever he needed to hear.

"Oh, I'm sure it won't. But someone ought to teach you a lesson." You felt his ungloved fingers squeezing against the flesh of your ass, assuring you of exactly where his attention was. Knowing you had his full attention elicited another stir of excitement inside you.

"Mhm?" He spoke softly, but you could pick up on the dark edge of his words even in such an inebriated state.

"Maybe this is my fault. I've been spoiling you all this time, and I haven't even laid a hand on you." Using his gloved hand, he gave a little testing pat against your rear, not hard at all, but enough to make a sharp smacking sound fill the room. You sighed at the feeling; he was right; he was being too soft, and you needed more. Needed his attention now more than ever before.

You were about to say something, anything to urge him on, but he literally beat you to it, his glove slapping against your ass again, a little bit harder this time, forcing you to bite down onto his pillow to muffle your little shriek of surprise. The residual soreness didn't have time to set in fully before you felt another blow, followed by another and another and another. Not harder or softer, he set a steady rhythm for the two of you. You could feel the blood rushing to the sore area and couldn't imagine how red you must've looked.

It felt good to be used like this. To feel held accountable for taking advantage of "the nice guy" for so long. Now he wasn't going easy on you, and it was exactly what you needed. By accident, his hand struck a little closer to your cunt than he intended; maybe he didn't aim right, or perhaps you accidentally spread your legs too wide. You didn't know. In response to this feeling, you spread your legs even wider.

"Maybe I ought to bring you off the battlefield and back home with me. Set ya to work on the old Conagher farm. I know it'll do ya real good to get outta the city, give ya a 'lil perspective. You'd fit right in; I can see it now." He was mostly rambling to himself than actually speaking to you, but you followed along all the same. In any other situation, you'd never let him get away with implying he could so easily take you home and "tame you," but given how horny you already felt, you were ready to tell him everything he wanted to hear if it meant you would finally get some satisfaction.

"I'll go anywhere with you! Please, Engie, please keep going; I fucking need it! I-I need you so bad, Daddy!" You peeked your head over your shoulder and felt your heartthrob at the sight of his face softened with love and eyes twinkling like little stars. Good Lord, would you give anything to cum on that beautiful face of his. You weren't aware of the wet spot of drool he could see from where you were biting down on the pillow and the mess of spit around your lips.

He used his thick fingers to brush against the soaked fabric covering your sex; the feeling of at last getting a bit of friction between your legs made your head roll forward, crushing your face into the pillow, mindlessly rocking your hips against his fingers.

"You're gonna be good for me from now on? No more attitude?" He was moving too slow, intentionally shying his fingers away whenever you tried to get closer, mocking your neediness. While you were reduced to a wet, mindless mess sobbing incoherently, "Yes, I will! I promise I'll be good; I promise I'll be good! Please, Daddy, please, Daddy- I need it so bad, please!"

His fingers paused, directly over exactly where you needed them, his glove gripping the curve of your hip, keeping you from grinding against him, forcing you to remain painfully in place, the strain of staying in this position its own hell on Earth. "You promise you'll behave?"

Without missing a beat, you kept, "I promise!"

You can hear his proud smile without looking back at his face. "All right, darlin', if you promise." He sounded just like a proud father; no wonder he stepped into the role so well.

He continued to grope at your ass with his gloved hand, pushing your underwear to the side as he finally slipped his fingers inside. By now, you were practically too weak to keep grinding against him, but fortunately, you wouldn't last much longer. You felt like you were on edge for hours, and feeling Engie's fingers working their magic inside your body was that last little push you needed to send you over the edge. His thumb worked in sync with his fingers, a thick coating of your slick messily seeping from inside, helping him to go even faster.

You wished you didn't have to be on your stomach, Engie sitting off to the side, so far away. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, feel his naked flesh against your body, but inhaling his smell and grinding against his sheets would have to do for now. You spread your thighs wider as you felt yourself clenching against his fingers, your climax so close it hurt. Back arching as you mindlessly pushed yourself even harder against his fingers, the intensity building until you finally came. Seeing all white as relief washed over your entire body, the tension easing up as pleasant little after-shocks began to set in. The awful burning desire inside satisfied as you went limp, settling heavily into his bed with a heavy sigh.

By now, the sheets were dampened by your sweat, though you were too tired to care much, feeling no real discomfort while laying in a little puddle of your own sweat. While Engie's handiwork had mercifully taken care of the burning inside, you could tell your head wasn't quite clear yet. The loopy, needy feeling now morphed into comfortable drowsiness, making your afterglow feel all the sweeter. You winced a little while Engie withdrew his fingers and the vague sensation of your wetness sloppily trailing his hand. You could hear him wiping the slick off onto the bedsheets before petting the top of your head gently.

"Feelin' better now?" Your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth to formulate any words, but you nodded, making a quiet sound of affirmation while your head remained buried in the pillows.

"And what do we say when someone does something nice for us?" He sounded easygoing, but you knew he wanted a real answer out of you. Turning your head to rest a cheek on the pillow, you sleepily half-opened one eye to try and focus on him.

"Thank you, Daddy." It was a dull mumble of an answer, but it appeased him well enough. He ruffled your hair before you could hear the sound of Engie undressing, letting his button-up shirt and stiff work pants join your jeans on the floor. By the time he nestled up in bed with you, wrapping your limp body up with his strong arms, you were already more than half-asleep. Maybe the excessive fatigue was a side-effect of whatever slipped earlier. For a moment, you wondered if you would wake up with a hangover or not, but the thought left your head almost as quickly as it came. Even without the mystery drug in your system, it was certainly possible that your brain was better off trying to shut down and try not to think too hard about what just happened and even less about what the morning might bring.

Within your final moments of coherency, you could feel your body pulled against Engie's bare chest until you were close enough to rest your cheek against his flesh. He tucked your head under his chin as he muttered to himself.

"I wasn't lying' when I said I love you, honey. I love you more than anything else; I'd never lie about that."

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Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Part One • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info

Summary: Blue is invited to a dinner party at Anselm's mansion.

Part 1/Series Masterlist

A/N: Oh no, not me writing another chapter. (Also Trine anon, I'm working on your ask!) This is pretty much all just smut.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m & f receiving), hand job, fingering, edging, p in v sex, double penetration, Blue being a sub, getting a bit emotional after sex, typos I'm sure, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 6366

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Nerves twisted in Blue's stomach, jumped and raced around. He couldn't recall the last time his heart had beat so hard it made him light headed when it wasn't a life or death situation.

And this was just a god damned dinner party.

He readjusted his tie for what must have been the twentieth time since he'd stepped out of the car.

It was just a dinner party. Casual. There was nothing to be anxious about.

Sure this would be the first time he'd seen you and Anselm since… since the meeting.

Sure he had fought with himself during the last two weeks, going back and forth over whether he should contact either of you directly. (Anselm's subordinates had been in touch regularly about the club expansion.)

He flip flopped quickly, one moment being certain that it was just a one time thing and then the next wanting to throw himself down on his hands and knees and beg both of you for the smallest caress.

Blue had managed to fight off the later urge. Just.

And then he'd received a dinner party invitation and his heart had skipped a beat.

It was probably nothing, meant nothing to you or Anselm. Blue was more than ready to politely smile and make small chat with the other guests. If he could just get a minute of yours and Anselm's time, a moment of your attention. A second.

He shook his head and swallowed, trying to push down those stupid thoughts. God, he was a businessman for christ's sake, not a love sick puppy.

Blue straightened his tie again and took a deep breath before he knocked on the front door.

Anselm's house, well mansion was a more correct word, Blue had even had to pass through a security check before he drove into the grounds, wasn't a particularly far drive. But Anselm had offered to send a car for Blue.

He had declined, preferring to drive himself. It gave him something to focus on besides the nerves that were threatening to squirm out of his stomach and start chewing on his internal organs.

The butler opened the door, greeting Blue by name ‘Mr Jones’, and showed him to the parlour. Blue tried not to stare at the grand open plan spaces, tried to pretend like he was used to this.

It was easier said than done.

The butler stopped at the parlour room door and opened it for Blue, closing it behind him.

The room was grand, like the rest of the mansion, but here seemed homely, more lived it. It was empty of other guests, save for you.

You smiled warmly the second you laid eyes on him, walking over quickly to greet him.

The dark blue dress you were wearing made his breath catch in his throat. Any rational thoughts and plans of being composed completely flying out of the window.

“Blue!” You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek.

It took him a moment too long to react, and he stumbled over a greeting as he hugged you back. Your perfume overwhelmed him, seeping into his lungs and nearly lifting him off his feet.

You moved back, your hands still on his shoulders, just far enough to look into his eyes. Still standing close, closer than you would if you were greeting an acquaintance, or an old friend. This, this was similar to a lovers embrace-

He blinked heavily, trying to force those silly thoughts out of his mind.

“Did you drive here okay?” You’re still smiling at him brightly, blindingly.

“I, erm, yes. The drive was fine, thank you.” He muttered.

You absentmindedly rub his cheek with your thumb, removing the lipstick you’d left when you’d kissed him.

His eyes flutter closed, revelling in it for a second before he snapped back to attention. Trying to compose himself.

“Aww,” you whisper, moving a step closer so that your chest is flush with his. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

A little gasp escaped his lips and heat built in his cheeks.

“I can feel your heart pounding.” You run your fingers down his cheek and to his neck, just tracing his jugular vein. “You’re not scared of little old me, are you?”

He shook his head, his eyes hooded, unable to look away.

“Good.” You barely speak the word, leaning closer to him and pressing a deep kiss against his lips.

He whines softly as you open his mouth with your own, his hands gripping your waist and keeping you against him. As if you would ever want to move away.

You swallow down his moans happily, chuckling when he gasps in surprise as you gently push him down against the settee.

You can’t help but smile at the way he looks up at you, blinking in confusion. “You’re so cute.” You trace his bottom lip with your thumb before you climb onto his lap, your knees either side of his thighs.

Heat rises to Blue’s face, his breathing falters for a moment. And you see that glaze start to creep across his eyes, the same one from Anselm’s office.

“Do you like that?” You kiss his cheek again, not bothering to wipe away the lipstick stains all over his skin and mouth.

Blue looks up at you, a little mesmerised and you giggle again.

“Do you like that? Being called cute?”

He blushes and nods once, shyly.

“Good,” you lean closer to him again, just trailing your lips over his. “Because you are.”

His fingers tighten on your waist as he arches up, trying to kiss you deeply again. But you move back, always just out of his reach.

Blue lets out a quiet whine, pouting ever so slightly.

You grin. “What’s that face for?”

“Please?” He leans up again, pushing his hands against the small of your back.

“Please what?”

“Please kiss me again.”

You bite your lip, your smile widening as you bend down and kiss him softly.

He moans against you, letting out a mumbled “thank you,” that sends heat straight to your core.

You run your hands through his short hair, rolling your hips against his, drinking down the little sounds of excitement he makes as you brush your centre along his hardening cock.

“I see you’ve started the party without me.” Anselm’s voice is full of amusement as he walks into the room.

You look up at your husband and smile as Blue lets out a stuttered breath. He gazes at the older man, still holding tightly onto your waist.

“Having fun?” Anselm puts his hand on your shoulder and leans down to kiss you intensely.

“Very much.” You mutter against his lips and he chuckles.

Blue squirms a little underneath you, nerves beginning to fester along his skin, but Anselm turns to him and tilts downwards.

He runs his fingers softly along Blues cheek before sliding them around the back of his neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. He slips his tongue into his mouth. Growling when Blue moans against him.

When he pulls back Blue looks bewitched, almost hypnotised. You smile and lean forward, scraping your teeth along his pulse point before kissing his neck.

Blue gasps and shivers, his fingers digging into you, “ah, please.”

The sound of his voice is delicious, so hedy and lost in sensations already.

“What about you Blue?” Anselm asks quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Having fun?”

Blue nods his head rapidly, his mouth dry. It’s only now that he notices Anselm’s suit, dark navy that matched your dress. His tie and pocket square were lighter though, a soft baby blue.

“Good.” Anselm presses his lips back to Blue’s, happily drinking down his moans while you sucked on his neck.

Blue wiggled under your combined actions, trying to hold you both close while not completely succumbing to the pleasure sparking along his veins.

As if in complete sync, both you and Anselm trail your hands along his clothed thighs, dragging your fingers upwards without breaking your kisses.

Blue whimpers against Anselm’s mouth, his fingers clutching at your back, as both you and your husband trace either side of his cock through his trousers.

His length twitches, already so hard and desperate to be freed from the confines of his clothing.

“Fuck.” Blue mutteres between kisses, his hips jerking upwards despite himself. He swallows, trying to regain some semblance of control as you both continue to tease him.

You bite his neck hard and he shivers, goosebumps breaking out on his skin under your tongue. Instinctively, he arches up against you, pressing himself as close as he can physically get and pushing at your lower back until you grind your pussy against his thigh.

A low moan rumbles in his chest as the heat from your core touches his leg. His left hand on your back urges you to move against him. While with his right he tries to pull Anselm down onto his other thigh.

Anselm chuckles, moving his mouth away from Blue. “Eager little thing aren’t you?”

Blue swallows, his throat bobbing under your kisses. He opens his mouth to speak but can only moan when you lick up his neck and bite softly at his ear.

“Don’t tease him Anselm,” you chide your husband, but there’s no aggression in your tone. “He’s just asking for what he wants.”

Your words make Blue’s insides turn to jelly, his dick throbbing almost painfully. He gazes up at you as you firmly take hold of his chin and pull him into a soft, long kiss.

“Well, we were going to have dinner first.” Anselm strokes his beard lightly, speaking directly to Blue once you have broken the kiss. “But, it looks like we’re going to have to take care of you before that, hmm?”

Blue’s skin burns with heat, he swallows, trying to focus and force his mind back into some semblance of a respectable guest. “I,” he groans, his eyes rolling back and burying his face into your neck as you palm him through his trousers. “Please.”

Anselm laughs kindly. “Don’t tease him sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek.

“I’m allowed to tease him.” You blink innocently at your husband, still stroking Blue’s cock.

“Oh,” he shifts closer so he can kiss your neck, whispering close to your ear. “Are you?”

“Yes.” You breathe, leaning into his touch as his lips ghost over your skin.

“I see.” The words barely leave his mouth as he bites softly, sucking a love bite just below your ear before titling your head with his warm hand so he can kiss you roughly.

There’s a dangerous desire burning just below Anselm’s skin. An inferno that has liquified his bones and nearly driven him to madness. You recognise the need within him instantly, despite his well cultivated calm exterior. Your husband is just as desperate as the man underneath you.

“Bed.” Anselm finally whispers when the kiss ends and you nod.

Blue barely manages to register what both of you are saying as he tries to grind up against your palm. But the words slowly filter in.

“What, what about the other guest?” He mutters, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights the urge to just give in and rut against your light touch.

“Oh baby.” You smile and squeeze his dick gently.

Blue moans beautifully, desperate as he silently begs you for more.

Anselm grins. “You’re the only guest we invited.”

It’s a little easier to cajole Blue upstairs than you thought. His eagerness is both a help and a hindrance, as he can’t stop himself from kissing either of you. From leaning into your caresses and holding you close.

And you can’t resist him, indulging in every touch whenever he whimpers with need.

“He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, my love.” Anselm breathes into your neck as all three of you are halfway up the stairs.

“As if you aren’t the same.” You smile and tease, nodding to your husband’s unbuckled belt and where Blue’s hand disappears under his trousers.

Anselm nips at the love bite he left earlier. “Unfair.”

You grin.

Blue hardly takes any notice of the room you both pull in into, too preoccupied to even think. His mind humming, running blissfully quiet on just the need to feel you both against him.

Anselm pulls off Blue’s suit jacket from behind, kissing his jaw and the left side of his neck, while you loosen Blue’s tie and unbutton his shirt. You trail your lips over his clavicle, sucking hard at the skin just below his collar bone.

Blue moans freely, completely lost to both of you as he tries to move to help you help him out of his clothes.

Little murmurs of “please, please, please,” leaving his mouth with every breath.

Anselm undoes Blue’s belt while you unzip his fly. Both of you again working in that spooky tandem as if this was some well coordinated plan.

Neither of you touch his cock, even after he’s been stripped bare, and Blue can’t help the sob that rises out of him.

“Please, please,” he moans, so wretched as you both kiss and caress his skin. Gliding your hands over his stomach and ass, pinching his nipples and making his legs shake.

His length bobs with every shuddered breath, the tip needy and red, dripping with precum.

He lets you both lead him to the large bed, laying him in the middle and pushing his back down against the soft sheets.

Blue leans up on his elbows the second you both step away from him. It’s too much, far too much. The arousal is boiling in his blood, almost burning him alive. He needs you both so, so badly.

The desperation is eating him alive. He’d happily get on all fours and rut against the bed post if it would please you, if you would pull his hair and call him a good boy while he came on the floor.

Whatever you wanted, whatever either of you wanted, he would do in less than a heartbeat.

Anselm unzipped your dress and held your hand as you stepped out of it, letting the material fall to the floor. He kissed your shoulder before he turned around and you slid his jacket off his arms.

Blue groaned, his dick throbbing at the sight of you both, so much blood rushing downwards that it made him lightheaded.

Anselm chuckled kindly, slowly taking off his cufflinks as you undid his tie. “I think he needs you darling, or he’ll pass out.”

You flick your husband playfully in the arm and giggle before turning to Blue and smiling kindly.

Blue gulps. “I do, I need- please…” Oh god he just wanted you to call him a good boy again, he wanted to make you so happy.

You climb on the bed and crawl up to him, revelling in the contented sigh that leaves his lips as you get close. He wraps his arms around you, letting you push him back down against the mattress as he stares up at you with hazy eyes.

Anselm watched, enjoying the show as he continued to undress slowly.

You kiss Blue deeply, pressing your chest flush to his and pulling lightly on his short hair.

He groans approvingly, opening his mouth for you instinctively and letting you inside.

You scrape the nails of your left hand down his chest, lightly pinching his nipple again. He rewards you with a jolt and moan as you roll it between your fingers, before you keep going, moving further downwards.

Excitement jumps in his stomach, his muscles twitching under every touch.

You drag your fingers down, lower and lower, slowing down with every second as you reach the tip of his cock.

Blue moans into your mouth, holding you tighter in anticipation.

But you slide your finger underneath, pressing into his stomach as you move lower and meet the thatch of dark curls between his legs.

A whine escapes Blue, tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes.

But you keep going, moving to take hold of the thick base of his cock and he sobs in relief.

“Oh,” the rest of his sentence is lost as you trail your fingers higher, running up the length of him. His eyes screwed shut, his face buried in your chest as he sucks at your beast through the lacey material of your bra.

“Good boy,” you whisper.

“Oh god, please, please, please, thank you, I-”

You pump him lazily, but firmly, smearing precome over his head with your palm before dragging your hand back down.

A smile pulls at your lips and you kiss his temple. “Good?”

“Sogood, sogood,” he slurs against your skin, rocking his hips in time with your hand.

You tug his head back, pulling at his hair so you can kiss him deeply again. Sliding your tongue into his mouth and demanding his submission.

He yields with a moan, so content in that moment to obey your every whim.

The bed shifts as Anselm joins you both, now also completely naked, moving to lay on the other side of Blue.

You look up to kiss your husband passionately, Blue gasping and bucking under you both as Anselm slides his hand down to join yours, both of you squeezing and pumping his cock in long, lazy strokes.

Every noise Blue makes sends heat straight to your core. Your wetness soaking into your underwear.

You lean down, kissing Blue again, needing to drink down his every sound. Anselm follows, kissing Blue’s cheek and then nudging against you.

It’s messy, and desperate as you both kiss him, taking turns and smearing salvia along his skin as he whimpers beneath you. He sucks on your tongues greedily, so caught up in the heady pleasure of it that he almost doesn’t notice as Anselm moves downwards, his beard brushing against his skin.

Anselm licks a thick stripe up Blue’s cock and the cry of bliss that escapes him nearly makes you cum on the spot.

Eagerly, you move down, mirroring the path your husband took.

Anselm impatiently takes the head of Blue’s dick into his mouth, swallowing him deeply in one movement before bobbing up and down like he has no gag reflex at all. While you lick Blue’s balls, scraping your teeth along his skin and messily mouthing at them both.

Blue cries out, bucking up so eagerly that his back arches off the mattress. With a small laugh, Anselm places a firm, warm hand on his lower stomach and forces him back down.

“Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck, pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Anselm drags his lips to the very tip, sucking deeply at the head and flicking his tongue over the slit as you lick up Blue’s length.

Your husband grabs you gently around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his with the tip of Blue’s cock between you. You both lick, sliding your lips and tongues all over as if you were sharing an ice cream.

Blue gasps, his thighs shaking as he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you both moaning and sucking his dick.

He’s so close, the pleasure running along his spine and threatening to pull him under at any moment. Anselm’s hand splayed out on his stomach, pushing against the heat, making it build dizzyingly fast.

Blue gasps, his voice growing in pitch. “Fuck, god, please, I’mgonna-”

Anselm pulls away from him quickly, taking hold of your chin and moving your mouth away too.

Blue sobs, trying to buck against Anselm’s hand so he can chase your mouths. “Noo, please!” Tears and sweat cover his cheeks as he desperately attempts to gain any kind of friction.

You pout at your husband as he holds your chin and watches Blue writhe fruitlessly.

Anselm grins at you leaning forward quickly and biting your bottom lip before kissing you sweetly, savouring your yelp of surprise.

“Not yet,” he mutters to Blue, his voice firm, but he pulls back.

Blue looks up at him, tears in his eyes.

“I think you need to return a previous favour.” Anselm smirks wickedly as Blue frowns in confusion. “Look at her.” Anselm pinches your chin, turning you carefully towards Blue. “I think it’s time you made her cum.”

Heat rises in your chest, embarrassment touching the edge of your mind despite what you’ve just been doing. But Blue’s wanton groan chases away any lingering self consciousness.

He nods desperately, reaching his hands out for you.

Anselm’s grin widens and he shuffles to the side on his knees, letting go of your chin and patting your ass to encourage you into Blue’s arms.

You give your husband a playful glare before you lean forward into Blue’s embrace. He kisses you hungrily, as if he hasn’t seen you in weeks, his hands going behind your back and undoing your bra.

Your husband takes this opportunity to pull your panties down to your thighs and smacks your ass again, harder this time, when you yelp in surprise. With a tap of his fingers he urges you to raise your left leg, and then your right as he pulls your underwear off and flings them to the floor.

Blue yanks your bra off and kisses your chest, licking each breast eagerly and softly biting at your skin. He sucks your left nipple, hard, and gazes up at you when you cry out in pleasure. His dick twitching at the sight.

He manages to pull his mouth away from you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, “sit on my face please.”

You moan softly, biting your lip and nod. Careful not to knee anyone in the face or side as you move upwards and position yourself above him.

Blue gazes up at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look so happy in your entire life as he does between your thighs.

He leans up and lets out a long groan as he rubs the tip of his nose through your folds, “you’re so wet.”

You bite back a whine and grab hold of the headboard to support yourself as he cranes his head up and licks a flat, board line across your centre to your clit.

“Oh fuck,” Blue whispers, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto him.

He moans happily as he licks you, seemingly not content unless you're completely suffocating him and pins you against his mouth.

God it feels good.

You cry out, unable to stop yourself as he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves before diving back into your folds.

His tight hold forces you even closer to him as he encourages you to rock against his face. You move slowly, using the headboard for some stability as he glides his tongue over you.

This, this, he was happy with. This he could do, no problem. He glanced up at you, pride swelling in his chest at the pleasure on your face, at how tightly your eyes were screwed shut. He devoured you hungrily, every sound you made going straight to his dick, his cock twitching and throbbing with every cry and stuttered breath.

He prided himself on this too much. At being able to make someone cum so hard with his mouth on their pussy. He loved to see the surprise in his girl’s faces at how quickly their legs shook, the shock when they released he wasn’t just using them for a quick fuck. When their fake moans suddenly turned into real ones. When they came all over his mouth.

You moaned again, grinding down against him, rolling your hips and pulling at his hair.

And Blue nearly lost it, the pleasure sparking along his spine and nearly forcing him over the edge.

“So good Blue, oh my god,” you bite your lip hard and Blue’s eyes rolled back into his head. The praise making his chest light and head dizzy.

Anselm grunted softly, unable to just watch for any longer. He got off the bed and rummaged through the side drawer, fishing out a bottle of lube before returning to his kneeling position between Blue’s legs.

He poured some of the lube onto his hand, warming it for a moment before he stroked himself teasingly. Long and slow, twisting his wrist right when he got to the tip, before he moved a little forward and positioned himself better.

He took hold of Blue’s dick, just managing to hold it and himself in the same hand as he pumped them both up and down.

Blue practically screamed, sobbing in pleasure.

“Gonna have to keep it together Blue.” Anselm groaned. “Can’t cum yet.”

Blue swirled his tongue around your clit, rocking your hips harder into his eager mouth. He needed to cum, so desperate to, but if he couldn’t have his own he’d have yours. Craved it more than breathing.

You moan Blue’s name with every breath, grinding against him. Your toes curling as pleasure began to coil in your stomach.

Anselm pushed you forward, changing the angle and making you arch your back while he continued to pump his and Blue’s cocks.

He slowly slid two fingers into your eager heat, groaning at your wetness. “Blue she is dripping. Fuck.”

Blue whined in response.

Anselm steadily pushed his fingers in and out before adding a third. You gasped at the stretch, holding onto the headboard for dear life.

“She loves what you’re doing Blue,” he bit his lip, “I can feel her clenching around my fingers.”

Blue sobbed, thrusting up into Anselm’s hand as much as he was able to.

“She’s gonna cum all over you. Do you want that?”

Blue nodded deliriously, despite no one being able to see.

“Want her to scream your name?” Anselm picked up his pace.

Blue moaned loudly, the sound almost as loud as your own cry of pleasure.

Anselm let go of Blue’s cock, pumping his own twice before he did the same. He leaned closer, his fingers still moving within your heat and pulled you up and back until your shoulder blades were pressing against his chest. His free hand holding your chin and throat.

“You heard the man.” He growled in your ear, pushing his fingers against a spot that he had memorised as Blue sucked on your clit for all he was worth.

Your orgasm crashed into you, whiting out your vision for a moment as you cried out Blue’s name. Your thighs shaking as your husband bit your neck, holding you against him.

You weren’t quite sure how you got there for a second, but the next thing you knew you were off Blue’s mouth, Anselm’s strong arms wrapped around you. Your back was flush against his chest, his erection hot and hard against your skin where it was sandwiched between you.

Blue leant up, his mouth, chin and neck dripping with your release. He breathed deeply, looking at you dreamily.

“Was that okay?” He asked, desperate for more praise.

You nod, exhausted, reaching out for him. Blue eagerly moved into your touch, the happiness in his chest was making him giddy.

“Lay back down.” Anselm said, his voice firm but kind and Blue followed his order without a second thought.

Anselm kissed your neck and cheek. “You okay to keep going?” He muttered.

You smile and nod, kissing his lips and nuzzling into his beard.

“Good.” He kissed your shoulder. “I think Blue’s been a good boy, hasn’t he?”

You nod. “Very good.”

Blue blushes, squirming a little and trying his best to stay still.

“I think he deserves a treat.” Anselm nips at your throat before looking back at Blue. “Do you think you deserve a treat?”

Blue swallowed and nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, please. I’ll be so good.”

Heat dusted along his cheeks as he spoke, a faint remnant of embarrassment that he was begging so willingly.

Anselm regarded him for a moment, “you have to promise not to cum unless I say you can.”

“I promise, I promise,” Blue nearly stumbled over the words in his hast to get them out. “I won’t.”

The older man nods and smiles. “Alright, if you’re sure you can be a good boy…” He kisses your shoulder again. “I’m going to talk you through it, understand?”

Blue nodded eagerly.

“My lovely wife is going to sit on your cock.”

Blue groaned, closing his eyes as his dick throbbed at the thought of it. The warmth of you clenching down on him was enough to drive him to madness.

Anselm lightly pinched his thigh, still keeping you in his lap with his right hard wrapped tightly around your waist.

The pinch hurt briefly, and Blue’s eyes flicked open instantly.

“No cumming.” Anselm gave him a stern look.

Blue bit his lip and nodded.

“Alright.” Anselm said at last, seemingly satisfied, and loosened his grip on you.

You slowly moved forwards, placing your knees on either side of Blue’s hips and took hold of his cock.

There was an audible click as Blue swallowed, his hands balled up into fists against the sheets. He watched your every movement holding his breath as you languidly positioned yourself above him and sunk down onto his length.

Blue moaned loudly, relief briefly flooding his veins as your tight warmth enveloped him. It was intoxicating, so much after being teased for so long. And it just kept getting better as you slid further and further down.

Finally, when he was fully sheathed inside, Blue opened his eyes to look up at you. Tears streamed across his face, his carefully applied eyeliner smudged and smeared across his skin.

“How does he feel?” Anselm whispered into your ear.

“Good.” You moaned.

Blue whimpered at your words.

“Good.” Anselm placed his hand on the top of your spine and pushed gently. You sunk forward, moving so that your breasts were pressed up against Blue’s chest.

The angle change made his breath catch in his throat.

“You okay?”

He nods, trying to hold himself together.

You smile softly and kiss him gently as his hands slide up to run along your back.

Anselm groaned,adding more lube to his hand and palming himself while he gazed at the sight of Blue’s cock splitting you open. How your slick leaked out and coated his skin.

“You okay with this, my love?”

You broke this kiss with Blue long enough to nod and mutter, “yes.”

“Alright,” Anselm ran the tip of his lube coated forefinger along your thigh before pushing against your entrance and slipping inside.

Blue gasped, a string of expletives falling out of his mouth as he felt Anselm’s finger slide into your cunt alongside his dick.

You groaned at the fullness, holding tightly onto Blue’s shoulders.

“Okay?” Anselm whispered, trying to keep a neutral tone and hold back the blatant desire from his voice.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” Blue panted and you nodded.

Anselm slowly slipped another finger in, pumping them both in and out lazily, stretching you completely and rubbing against the thick vein that ran up the length of Blue’s cock.

Blue gasped, his fingers digging into your back as you squeezed him, every nerve ending in his body was firing with pleasure. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he panted and sobbed.

Anselm added a third finger into your cunt. “Fuck, so greedy my love.” Desire made his voice gruff and low. He shifted closer, moving on his knees as he began to move his hand quicker, fucking both of you.

“Fuck, baby, need you.” You cried out, moving against his fingers.

“Whatever the lady wants.” Anselm pulled his hand away, your slick mixing with the lube on his fingers. He pumped his cock, covering it with your wetness and more lube before he lined himself up with your pussy and pushed in.

Blue moaned so loudly it was almost a scream. Your walls clenching down on him, the sweet slide of Anselm’s cock pushing into you, rubbing against his own dick, it was so much, too much. Not enough.

You gasped as Anselm bottomed out.

“You okay, my love?”

“Good,” you nodded. “Full.” That was an understatement, you were stretched to the limit. The bulge of both of their cocks pushing out your stomach so that Blue could feel it underneath you.

Anselm kissed your back, pressing his forehead against your neck and stayed still, letting you move and adjust to their combined size.

“I wasn’t sure we’d both fit.” Your husband mutters against your skin, you can hear the tension in his voice, how hard he’s trying not to buck into you.

You chuckle and move your legs a little, sitting a bit further up, your palms flat against the mattress either side of Blue’s head.

So full. But it was so good.

Both of them seemed to be pushing on different parts that felt exceptional, experimentally you ground down a little, rolling your hips.

“Oh shit!”

“Oh fuck!”

You chuckled at their combined reactions and slowly began to rock a little, back and forth, back and forth.

Blue’s hand flew to your thighs, trying to ground himself as he arched his back and screwed up his eyes.

Anselm leaned forward even more, pressing his chest against your back and rolling his hips into you, taking over and guiding your movements.

Heat quickly began to spark along your nerves. The sensation so overwhelming as they both rocked into you, finding a toe curling rhythm that was quickly making you see stars.

Anselm grunted, biting your neck as he picked up the pace, growling as he snapped his hips into you and rutting like an animal.

You let out a wail as pleasure spiked across your skin. Blue’s own cry echoing your own.

The bed creaked, your combined pants of air and the slick sound as you were fucked within an inch of your life filled the room.

Blue sobbed, so much, too much. He was hurtling towards his orgasm too fast. “Please, please, please, I need to cum, I’m going to cum, please!”

“Not yet.” Anselm growled, snaking his hand down to tease your clit while the other pinched your nipple.

You cried out, clenching down on both of them as they slid in and out of you, hitting every single devastating spot inside.

Anselm planted his right foot on the floor and thrusted into your harder, faster as Blue whimpered and you moaned, bouncing up and down on both of them.

The tight ball of pleasure in your belly dropped, seemed to deepen impossibly, and oh fuck, you recognised this feeling.

“Anselm, I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” you could barely get the words out, every muscle tensing.

“That’s it,” he growled into your ear, “fucking squirt all over him.”

Blue opened his eyes, gasping as you convulsed, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave as you squirted all over his stomach.

Anselm held onto you tightly, fucking your though it and locked eyes with Blue. “Cum.”

It was like a switch had been hit. Blue sobbed as he came, shooting his load deep inside you as you shook around him, painting your walls and Anselm’s cock with his cum.

Anselm growled loudly, the sound rumbling through his bones as he chased his release, the sight of you and Blue lost in pleasure underneath him pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his orgasm finally crested, sapping the strength from his limbs as he thrusted mindlessly, pumping his spend into your abused hole.

Blue shook a little, coming back to himself, having seemingly passed out for a second. You were exhausted, your weight on top of him a comforting necessity.

Somehow you managed to lean up and kiss his cheek, running your lips over his sweat and tear stained skin before you laid back onto his chest. Letting exhaustion overtake you.

He held you tightly. His chest hurt, it was like someone had cracked open his ribs. He felt raw despite the blissful afterglow of his orgasm.

Anselm carefully pulled out, admiring the mixture of cum leaking out of you and onto Blue for a moment before he kissed your cheek and Blue’s forehead.

“I’ll be right back.” He muttered before he left the room.

Blue sniffed, swallowed, tried to keep himself together. Everything hurt, not physically but something deep in his chest and head. Like he had been cut, sliced cleanly.

He chest shook as he started to cry silently.

You raised your head quickly, snapping out of the call of post orgasm slumber.

“Blue, baby?” You cupped his face, your movements a little difficult with how hard he was holding you.

He screwed up his eyes, trying to stop the tears. “I’m sorry, I, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothed, leaning up and kissing his cheeks and lips. “It happens sometimes.”

He swallowed. “It does?”

You hummed an affirmative. “Strong emotions and Anselm did edge you quite a bit.” You smile softly at him and he laughs once, quietly through the tears before he sniffs again and nods.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You kiss him again. “You’re allowed to cry. Just know that you’re safe and you’re loved.”

His breath caught in his throat. “Loved?” He whispered.

“Loved.” You repeated and pressed your lips against his, lightly teasing your tongue into his mouth.

Anselm came back in with a jug of water and three glasses, as well as two wet and warm wash cloths.

He set the tray down on the side before kissing you and then kissing Blue. Lightly he stroked Blue’s hair. “You okay?”

Blue nodded and smiled.

“Just feeling a bit emotional.” You explained.

“Ah,” Anselm lays down next to you both, wrapping one arm around Blue and one around you. “I understand, and I know the best cure for that.”

He waits until Blue raises his eyebrows in question to continue.

“A glass of water, a nice hot bath and then lots of cuddles under warm blankets. Sound good?”

You smile and lean your head against your husband’s shoulder.

“Sounds very good.” Blue grins.

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The Commander and His Assistant || 1/2

Pairing: Erwin x Pixis! Reader

Words: 4,618

Requested by @malakmilli: Hello lovely 🤍 If the requests are open , this is my: Erwin x reader. When she is the daughter of Pixis and works as erwin's assistant . And during these two years of working with him they fall in love and their relationship becomes official in the survey corps , But one day erwin decides to break off this relationship because he doesn't want her to grieve over his death, so he avoids her for days, then calls her to his office to tell her that her job as an assistant is done, And she can return to the Protection Corps, But she collapses in front of him because he told her to forget what happened between them and that he has stopped loving her (He was lying because he still loves her) ... So she leaves and goes back to work with her father. Months pass, and erwin can't go on without her , He returns to meet pixis and tell him the reason ....... And he asks pixis to let him take her back, but this time as his fiancée ....... I hope my request is not too long 😭😭😭 I do not expect you to refuse 🥺🥺 I send you my greetings and thanks🤍 Oooh, I love the whole daughter-of-a-friend trope😍It's one of my favorites for angst! I got a little carried away writing, so I'm going to make this into at least two parts. Here's the first!

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A knock at the door demands Erwin's attention more than relaxation does, however it's not necessarily something that he minds seeing as his new title has only just begun. Although he was hoping to rest a bit after such a chaotic day of meetings, he doesn't hesitate to stand back up from the comfort of his new desk chair and opens the door with a greeting given to the young woman who waits at the other side with a perfectly angled salute.

More would've been said aside from a simple 'hello' if not for her beating him to the punch, "Good evening, Sir. My name is (Y/n), and I've been assigned to be your assistant. It will be a pleasure to work with you from here on out."

"'Assistant'...?" Erwin echoes with a raised eyebrow, yet he shakes your outstretched hand nevertheless, after all being caught off guard isn't an excuse to not be polite. You give him a firm shake, but mirror his confusion before eventually retracting your hand to run it through your hair with an exhausted sigh.

"...Well, I suppose I shouldn't find it too surprising if you didn't receive a proper orientation seeing as things have never worked very fluidly around here. Throw Commander Shadis' sudden retirement on top of it and things have been particularly chaotic as of lately..." You ramble mostly under your breath, so Erwin isn't too certain if you're speaking to him or complaining to yourself. Regardless of your intended audience, you multitask between your mumbled rant and slipping past him into the office where you promptly invite yourself to begin shifting through the massive pile of paperwork stacked on top of his desk as if it's meant for you.

"I would apologize for everything being a mess, especially with this being your first day and all, but it would probably be more effective for me to ask that you just get used to it if you plan on being commander for a while because in your current position, you'll be set to encounter more bumpy trails than smooth roads," You speak aloud this time, your voice bored with a lace of irritation, "Anyhow, seeing as no one has explained this to you yet, I am to be your assistant when it comes to the more 'administrative' work that being the leader of the Survey Corps entails. Every commander gets one and not to worry, I worked for Commander Shadis for two years, so I'm pretty familiar with my responsibilities.

"I do the typical tasks you would imagine for an assistant. I run small errands, make sure you have everything you need to do your job, and help you do it effectively. First and foremost, I'll be in charge of organizing your schedule, particularly when it comes to meetings. Everyone is expected to go through me first before they can meet with you since you'll be very busy and won't have time for friendly visits every hour of the day. You'll also receive a lot of paperwork, much of it not needing your actual attention, so starting tomorrow, I'll make sure to have it organized into five piles every morning before you come in: mission reports, latest recruits, current statuses, budget info, and miscellaneous."

Turning back around, you take Erwin's wide eyes as a sign that nothing you just said must’ve made it past his skull - a thought that has you holding back an annoyed sigh - yet before you can repeat yourself, Erwin ends up smiling with a slight tone of admiration, "...You do seem to have this job down fairly well."

You nearly smirk at what you take as a compliment, "If there’s one thing you should learn about me, Commander Smith, let it be that I take my job very seriously and don't care for wasting precious time. Maria knows we don't have much of it with those titans clawing at our doorstep."

"That's very true, Ms...-"

"- Pixis," You do finally sigh when Erwin's eyes widen in reaction.

"Would I be wrong to assume you’re related to -?"

"- Commander Dot Pixis? Yes, he's my father," You roll your eyes and even go as far as to pinch the bridge of your nose. It isn't that you're in any way ashamed of your father, in fact you have an excellent relationship built upon years of care and respect, however it does get tiring to constantly have other people compare you to him. Oh well. That's what you get for deciding to follow in his footsteps; you should expect no less.

"For the sake of keeping this simple, please feel free to call me by my first name," Sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk, you continue to overlook the papers in each of your hands, only parting your eyes from them to send Erwin a smile as he takes a seat in his own chair in front of you, "After all, considering we'll be spending a lot of time together, I doubt a first name basis would be too inappropriate."

And that's how you both met. If looking back at it now, it really wouldn't stand out as that unique of a day, although granted, Erwin has since spent two whole years with you being his assistant and your time together has never strayed far from how it began.

Every morning you confidently welcome yourself into his office, giving a quick greeting before explaining his schedule for the day without missing a single beat. You're always at the top of your game, making it clear that while your job is to help him, it is not to hold his hand. He's an adult in charge of the entire Survey Corps, and thankfully for your sanity, he has no problem acting like it.

Erwin makes your list of tasks easy, remembering all the meetings you arrange for him and staying on top of paperwork instead of adding to ever-growing stacks. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was born for this job, accomplishing everything on his busy plate without so much as a word of complaint. It's honorable, really. So many people get big heads when they make it to the highest steps within the military, but never Erwin. He balances authority with understanding, never forgetting his simpler origins and the reasons for why he joined in the first place - reasons you're well aware of by this point.

Although your respective jobs already require cooperation, Erwin and you do consider yourselves to be on friendly terms even beyond work matters. It started when you first offered to stay later and help Erwin complete his paperwork by a reasonable hour. As you assured then and ever since, you don't mind overtime nor is it like you have anyone eagerly awaiting your return back home. This became a common occurrence in no time - the two of you staying until the sky would grow dark and building quiet aside from your genuine conversations. Soon, such conversations dripped into the actual work day, it not being rare for someone else to pass you in the halls snickering over an inside joke together.

Needless to say, Erwin and you became tied to the hip both almost literally due to your jobs and figuratively through your close friendship. Perhaps what helped the most in this was your ability to bond over your similar positions in life: both raised by single fathers in an environment that fostered a dangerous curiosity for what lies beyond the Walls - a key point in your development as you would forever march forward with fierce determination to seek out answers for all your itching questions no matter the cost.

Sure, it shouldn't be strange to see the Commander and his assistant together nor to notice that they get on well, however that hasn't stopped others in the Survey Corps from placing bets on how long it will take for you to step beyond the lines of professional colleagues or even friends. It's an especially favored pass time for those within your inner group:

Hanji bet exactly three months and thirteen days, giving some explanation based on 'evidence' and the 'science' of emotions or whatnot (it's safer just to nod along when she gets into it).

Levi said a year, convinced you're both too dense to notice the other's feelings any sooner, although he did mention that he's willingly to make an exception if a life-or-death situation were to occur and force confessions earlier.

Weeks, months, years - Guesses have been all over the place. And then there's Mike who confidently bet that you're already in a relationship which you keep secret in the name of professionalism. His stance has brought forth many objections, but the others would be shocked to know that he actually isn't wrong.

It took approximately a year for your relationship to turn romantic, so Levi would've been right if only he had placed his bets in the very beginning. It might further disappoint him to know there was no life-or-death situation nor dramatic build up to your confessions either. The start was as simple as Erwin casually asking if you had any plans after work one day and you having an open schedule. Provided how much you already enjoy each other's company, it just felt like a natural next step to officially begin dating.

As Mike predicted, you decided to keep your relationship quiet for the sake of remaining professional, neither of you wanting to deal with the ridiculous commotion that would undoubtedly follow anyone's realization that the Commander is dating his own assistant. The secret itself is also easy to keep since being romantically involved doesn’t change much about your workday interactions aside from the small signs of affection now laced into your daily tasks: quick kisses to your cheek before he leaves for a meeting, flirtatious whispers in each other’s ears during passing, but your favorite has to be those quiet domestic conversations shared over paperwork where business and dinner become a balanced pair.

The only person you made an effort to inform about your relationship was your father who you didn't feel comfortable keeping in the dark. Truthfully, like Mike, Pixis had already expected something deeper was going on between you both and while he can't say he was particularly thrilled when you confirmed his suspicions, nor does he exactly approve, he has never argued beyond asking if you realize the risks of dating a fellow scout. Your father isn't a fool, aware that realistically, there isn't anything he can do to change his adult daughter's decisions. He just counts himself lucky that he at least raised you well enough to know your own worth by dating a good man like Erwin and not some pesky troublemaker.

Indeed, Erwin treats you well as an equal deserving of recognition for all your hard work both behind the desk and out on expeditions. The feeling is mutual, of course. Your relationship - even before it turned romantic - has always been built upon a foundation of trust and respect going both ways.

You admire Erwin for his leadership and strength. Every Survey Corps soldier may have a certain fire in their eyes, however your Commander is one of the few who manages to maintain its blaze. Even you must admit that you had felt afraid and discouraged when faced with titans for the first time, those very feelings festering inside after the Fall of Wall Maria, but a single glance towards Erwin is all it ever takes to extinguish your fears. Seeing his confidence and everlasting determination despite every failed mission - his refusal to simply bow his head to the doubts of others - that’s what turned your basic respect for one’s superior into love for someone’s entire being.

Unfortunately, there’s a reason as to why Pixis asked you what he did that day you informed him of your relationship. Do you understand the risks of dating a fellow scout? Most soldiers have their significant other waiting for them back home where at least one of them is being kept safe. Your boyfriend rides by your side on the frontline, perfectly willing to risk his entire existence for the betterment of humanity. While that is something you love so dearly about him, it’s also a terrifying thought especially whenever faced with awful reminders…Reminders like what you experienced during your latest mission…

You witnessed it happen which in hindsight probably only made the situation worse regardless of how well anyone thinks you handled it. By outward appearances, you played your role to a T. You were calm, collected, and quick to secure control the best you possibly could. Reach his side, ensure you were protected by other soldiers, stop the bleeding…You maintained a straight face as you shouted orders and gave commands, but that doesn’t mean your hands weren’t shaking nor heart skipping.

Even now, you can’t seem to stop the trembling, only hide it by keeping your arms crossed behind your back. The room is quiet because no one has the strength nor will to speak. The last week has been nothing short of a disaster, at least that’s what the girlfriend side of you wants to say.

The soldier in you would claim the opposite, insisting that humanity has gained a huge step forward in comparison to where you’ve been in the past. The Armored and Colossus Titans have been unveiled, Eren is more valuable than originally believed, and Hanji has a theory as to what titans truly are which sounds plausible based on the evidence she’s briefly ran by you…however none of that seems to stop you from worrying over Erwin who had been severely injured in battle.

‘Severely’ might be a strong word. A week ago, you watched as comrades were torn to shreds and heartlessly devoured. Erwin’s alive, likely sore and tired as he awakes from his coma, not to mention one arm less than the man who set out on that mission, but he’s alive, so at least you can be thankful for that. Regardless, such an injury might be costly. Will he even be able to use ODM gear again? Will it be reasonable for him to return to the field? There’s much to consider…

“You’ve quiet.”

You sigh, not looking directly at Erwin but rather keeping your attention turned to the window, “...I wish my mind were.”

He matches your frown, although he waits to say anything until you finally depart from the window’s side and take a seat on the chair pulled up next to his bed, “You should get some rest for yourself then. It’s been a long day for everyone…especially you.”

“Do you honestly think I’d be able to?” You almost snort, running a hand through your hair which feels knotted. You haven’t taken the time to properly comb it today. When you heard Erwin had awoken, you got dressed quickly, not wanting to waste much time in reaching his side.

You sigh once more with your head still in your hands, “...Where do we go from here, Erwin? I mean, are titans really just humans? We’ve been killing humans this whole time? Where did they come from - What do they have against us? …It seems every mystery we unravel, another two are there to replace it.”

“We keep moving forward,” He answers easily as you knew he would, “Every answered mystery is a step in the right direction - a step towards the full truth that so many of our comrades have already fallen in search of. If we stop now, we’ll never have hope of removing the blindfold from our eyes, but if we keep our progress, I know that one day we’ll succeed.”

You wonder when ‘one day’ will be. The Survey Corps has been at this for long before your own existence. Surely there was a Commander in the past who gave a similar speech only to die without ever seeing the day. While it’s nice to imagine humanity being free from this terror during any generation…

“Let’s hope we live to see it ourselves,” You reach over, placing your hand over his and giving it a gentle squeeze as you smile, “Perhaps I’m being too optimistic and maybe even a bit greedy by saying this, but I want to actually see the pay-off for our hard work. I want to be there the day this all makes sense - The day I can know our sacrifices were worth it…and I want us to be there together.”

Erwin looks to you with an expression you can only think to describe as surprise, although there might be something else there that you miss. Buried hope, burning worry… burdening guilt. Whatever it is, it goes unspoken because after some brief hesitation, he squeezes your hand back, raising it carefully to his lips so that he can kiss your knuckles delicately, “...I would like that, too.”

“You asked for me?” The ‘Sir’ dropped a long time ago after Erwin’s own insistence. Since you requested that he call you by your first name with no extra pageantry attached, it was only fair that you do the same for him although you’ll still occasionally tie formalities to coquettish words just to get a reaction.

“I did. I have something I want to discuss with you,” It had taken Erwin no time at all to return to his feet after losing an arm - and apparently back to work, too, if you’re to make anything of his ‘secret’ meetings with other soldiers and your father.

As his assistant, it’s only natural that you’ve helped set up some of those meetings, and as his girlfriend, it should be even less of a surprise that you’ve reached the conclusion that he’s planning something big. What exactly, he has yet to tell you, although you have some guesses and are eager to sit down for his long awaited explanation.

“Well, I’m all ears.”

In typical Survey Corps fashion, nothing has slowed down since the previous mission. You’ve been busy, busy, busy trying to get everything sorted out during Erwin’s absence from official work. Cover his typical duties as Commander, organize meetings, and maintain communication with Levi’s squad - The latter of the two having been done ‘under-the-table’ as to keep unwanted eavesdroppers out of your business. No doubt Erwin’s plan has to do with the Military Police who currently hover above the Scouts like vultures and you’re always willing to entertain creative ways that could take them down a peg in their superiority complex.

“I want to discuss our relationship.”

Now you’re really intrigued. So many huge, new developments in the last few days and Erwin wants to discuss a five year romance? What could the topic possibly be? There’s no anniversaries or birthdays approaching, and even if there were, you’d hardly call them relevant. If he wanted to give you a celebratory gift, you’d be perfectly satisfied with an ordinary dinner, perhaps with a side of alcohol if you could steal some from your father’s stash…but again, there are no important dates that would warrant such a commemoration, you’re certain of that.

A lesser man may take the time to complain about your divided attention lately, demanding that you tear your eyes away from work related matters to instead focus upon him, although Erwin isn’t the type. He shares your pride towards the Survey Corps and understands your particularly packed schedule, after all, he’s partly the reason for it at the moment. Seeing as he’s mature enough to survive without his girlfriend’s constant recognition, you can’t see that being an issue either.

‘Discuss’ implies something significant where common ground must be sought. Five years is a long time to be dating; perhaps he wants to move things further along? Many couples your age already live together at this point and it isn’t uncommon for those within the military to move out of the barracks to a nearby home. Personally, you haven’t considered the idea much since you already spend most of your days side-by-side regardless, but it’s possible that Erwin could want to make things more ‘official’. Of course, for that to work, you’d also have to stop hiding your relationship, a good point of discussion -

“- I believe it would be in our best interest to terminate our relationship and remain strictly professional.”

“Huh?” Yet another surprise towards both the words said and how calmly Erwin says them. He doesn’t hesitate nor does he treat it as any grand announcement. It’s clearly rehearsed, formed in a way that makes it sound like more of a work-related matter presented before a jury of peers than a serious suggestion to his long-term girlfriend, leaving her stunned, “...As in ‘break up’?”

“Yes,” At least he shows some emotion when looking down at the table between you both, a frown etched onto his face which is twisted with what could best be called ‘guilt’, maybe even regret…but that’s all he says.

Erwin’s phlegmatic manner of delivery would usually act as the perfect fuse for an explosion on the part of even the most respectable woman - and you likely wouldn’t be blamed if you were to now leap up from your seat while tying the most abominable curses to his name - however the only sound that leaves you instead is the audible breath you suck in before fixing your posture against your chair.

“...Well, I think I have a right to ask why,” is your relaxed response, your eyes never so much as flickering away from the man sitting directly across from you. You can see the wheels turning in his head, trying hard to think of something decent to say that could possibly help this conversation land smoothly, yet he takes far too long working out the controls before you decide to take them for yourself:

“Does this have to do with challenging the government? I must admit I listened in on your conversation with my father last night, so I know what you’re planning,” You reach over, delicately placing a hand over his the same way you had days ago in his recovery room. Your voice is equally as soft, echoing your concern without any blame, “Are you afraid it will backfire on me? Because you don’t have to be. I understand pulling the rug out from underneath them won’t be easy and that the cost of failure will be high, but you know that I can handle myself, Erwin. I believe in your cause and I am prepared to stand by your side through every hardship. I could never hold any consequences against you.”

Erwin slides his hand away only to move it over your own. His touch is gentle - nearly as light as a feather - when he takes hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze that partners his sigh, “That’s not the reason. While I would hate to involve you in my plans against the King, and do worry about making you an enemy of the state - even more so than we might already be considered - that’s not the reason for why I think we should separate. Our line of work isn’t built for relationships -”

“- And yet we’ve been together for quite some time already,” You feel the need to point out.

“Barely.”

You can’t help but scrunch your nose; your first sign of irritation. ‘Barely’? Barely makes it sound as if you’ve only been tolerating each other through heaving breaths during all these years which surely hasn’t been the case, at least not through your observation and interpretations of things. No, your relationship isn’t traditional, yet you have nevertheless greatly enjoyed your time by Erwin’s side along with the little moments that have come with it. Not once have you questioned his admiration for you nor your own towards him. If anything, it gives you life, not suffocation.

“Our work is demanding. Ever since the near fall of Wall Rose, we have had little time to spend together that hasn’t been related to our assignments, and given recent developments, it’s only going to go uphill from here on out,” Erwin speaks carefully while watching your reaction, “Titans in our Walls, titans being people, spies among our ranks and a fake king…So much has happened that demands my attention. As Commander, I need to focus on leading the Survey Corps and humanity to the answers we’ve seeked for generations. I can’t risk a relationship getting in the way of my responsibilities.”

“Then it won’t. It never has before -”

“- You’re a distraction,” Erwin cuts you off, his eyes stern as they meet yours, “One I can’t afford. When I first considered starting a relationship with you, I was optimistic that I’d be able to create a balance between my priorities, but that was before everything. Now isn’t the time for me to risk any bias or reluctance towards my decisions. My priorities must lie solely with the Survey Corps without any hindrance. That being said, I will no longer have time for romance and I don’t know if I ever will again.”

“Then I can wait,” You announce, your free hand quickly moving over his, “I’m willing to wait for you until the world slows down.”

“...When has anyone in the Survey Corps had a peaceful streak to their career? When has a commander…?” There’s more stress to this point than Erwin means to let on, and you’d be tempted to believe there’s actually a hidden meaning behind it that he doesn’t want you looking into which is why he moves on so swiftly, “It would be unfair of me to lead you along when I don’t have any real intentions of a seeing a pay out for our relationship anyway. You’d be better off focusing on your own life by redirecting your own attention to someone who’s willing to give you the undivided love you’re deserving of.”

These words cut deeper than you care to admit. It feels like someone’s suddenly dumped a cold bucket of water over your head, throwing you into a disoriented state where you’re struggling to grasp straight thoughts. Usually you’re fairly good at rapid responses and quick quibs, but for once you’re left unsure of how to reply. A part of you wants to argue, another wants to cry…yet continuing to desperately beg like that isn’t worth the prolonged heartache nor your dignity. You’re both adults here. You must force yourself to keep it professional as you always have.

“...So is that truly what you want - and I don’t mean what you think is best from a logical standpoint. I mean is it what you want? You think you’d be happier if we were separated?”

“In the long run -” You can’t help biting your lip as Erwin looks down at your connected hands, “- I think we’d both be better off ending things now.”

“...Okay…” You match his tone, certain that if you speak any louder, you’ll both hear the quiver of your voice, “I -...I supposed I can’t say much to change your mind then. I don’t agree with it and I think you’re acting rashly to dispose of all our good memories so suddenly, but…If you’re certain it’s what you want…”

Your movements from there are numb and practically automatic as you stand from your chair while avoiding eye contact, “...I should get going then. I may not be your girlfriend anymore, but I’m still your assistant and as such, I’m still in charge of your work while you're confined here. There’s much I have to tend to, so I’ll, um…be on my way, Commander Smith.”

With that, you head to the door, the optimistic side of you hoping through each step that you’ll hear Erwin call out for you again with an apology after having already reconsidered his foolish decision…however that never comes. He simply watches you in silence and sorrow, only speaking as you open the door to leave, “...Goodbye, Miss Pixis.”

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jebewonmorelike · 10 months

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Whatever You Say, President-nim

Part Two of "So You Can Do Yours"

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part one: "so you can do yours" wc: 2.6k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: mentions of food-- specifically gunwook saying he skips lunch to get to work quicker (he's fine, he's just in love), lots of fluff, reader is a bit angsty bc they are missing out on being a kid/young adult/student summary: younganddumbCEO!reader offers to pick up assistant!gunwook at his university one afternoon to "help get him to work on time" ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ so after you read this... you will notice its still open-ended. i really liked this little story i'm crafting for wookie so i think i'll have one more part to it! i really wanted to write this; i definitely got a lot of intrinsic joy out of it and that is what i've been missing from my writing recently. it was super fun to write-- i hope the couple of friends who have asked about a part 2 enjoy this too!! thanks for supporting me on this quasi-break, it means a lot. please give me any feedback you have no matter how small; i just love hearing that you liked it. :)

“It’s almost there, but...” You whisper to yourself, carefully dotting your paint brush to the canvas to touch up the mossy bank in the bottom right corner. Creating a deeper shadow in the greenery, you smile as you imagine what your assistant will say when he sees your progress.

Gunwook typically requests that you save your painting for when he’s working so that he can adequately cover all your job-related duties for you. You know you should be responding to your emails or reviewing the paperwork he finished for you yesterday to better familiarize yourself with it, but you just couldn’t help yourself. The idea of adding deeper shadow to the green areas of the painting had come to you last night in a dream and you’d been bursting at the seams to follow through on it since you woke up this morning.

What time is it? You wonder, glancing up at the clock above your doorframe to find that it’s almost 1 P.M. On Thursdays, Gunwook clocked in at 1:30 P.M. after finishing his classes at his university for the day. Just a little bit longer...

“President-nim?” The voice of Secretary Lee over the intercom breaks your focus from your painting. The small brush you're holding tumbles from your hand, a dot of dark green landing onto the perfect pale blue sky. You close your eyes, inhaling for four seconds and exhaling for six-- the breathing exercise that your assistant had introduced to you last month to cope with your frustration and anxiety at work.

With the amount of times you’d had to use it to keep yourself from impulsively firing his own mother, you’re sure Gunwook was glad he’d found the right one for you.

You pick up your paintbrush calmly and place it into the mason jar of water on your desk before leaning over to the intercom and pressing the microphone button. “Yes?”

“Could I come have a word with you, President-nim?” She asks politely, but hurriedly. “It’s a bit urgent.”

“Come in, Secretary,” you agree, shutting the top of your desk quickly to conceal your artspace. You throw some papers that Gunwook had completed yesterday for you across your desk in an attempt to make yourself look busy.

With a soft knock at the door, Secretary Lee enters as you pretend to study some of the papers-- tapping the base of a ballpoint pen to your chin in faux concentration.

“President-nim,” Secretary Lee greets with a bow as she makes her way up to your desk. She glances down at the papers you’re pretending to fill out, eyes lingering a bit too long. “Are you very busy with paperwork?”

“Oh, um,” you start, nodding a bit too hastily. “Yes, but please share with me what you need to.”

After a moment of continued suspicion, Secretary Lee finally moves on, responding, “I have to leave now to get the plans you approved from the Engineering Sector this morning to Board Executive Han in Incheon. He requested they be delivered immediately to his office.”

“That sounds great,” you reply with a nod. “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll get back to work now.”

“Well, there’s--,” Secretary Lee says quickly, bowing slightly in apology for the continued interruption. “There’s a slight problem that I have to make you aware of.”

You frown, an eyebrow raising expectantly.

“The drive isn’t too long and I don’t mind making it,” she prefaces, clasping her hands together. “But it will interfere with my lunch break and... That's when I pick up my son from his university and bring him to work. He can take the bus, but there've been long delays recently so I’ve been driving him to and from school so he isn’t late.”

“Ah,” you reply, placing your pen down on the table.

“So I wanted to apologize and warn you that Gunwook could be very late today,” Secretary Lee says, fidgeting with a button on her coat. “I’m sorry about this, President-nim.”

To your embarrassment, a flood of disappointment hits you. You’d been really looking forward to showing your assistant the new additions to your painting.

And drinking his expertly-made coffee. And being both offended and impressed by at least one unavoidable and perfectly crafted new insult. And seeing that genuine, absolutely magnetic smile...

“I can pick him up.”

The offer slips out impulsively. Looking up at Secretary Lee, you notice that she’s somehow much less surprised by it than you are.

“Are you sure, President-nim?” She asks with a small smile. “That’s a lot of trouble to ask of you. You’re so busy right now with all of this paperwork!”

“I am so busy with paperwork, yes," you nod, putting on your most convincing performance. "But I... I actually was going to run something over to my mother’s office, so...”

“Ah,” Secretary Lee affirms with a nod. “Then if it’s no trouble, I’m sure Gunwook would love that, President-nim.”

Your face flushes slightly at her words. You wish she hadn’t told you that her son had finally agreed to be your assistant after he’d seen a picture of you. It was wildly unprofessional.

But even worse, it sometimes made you... think things.

Like maybe when Gunwook smiled at you, he wasn’t just trying to please his boss. Like maybe he actually liked you. Even just as a friend. Maybe he really meant all of his niceties. That wasn't something you often experienced in your life.

“Right,” you reply finally, shaking your head a bit to stop the thought spiral. “Well, have a safe drive, Secretary Lee.”

“You as well, President-nim,” she says, glancing at your paperwork one more time. “Do you need new pens to be ordered for you?”

You tilt your head to the side confusedly. “Why do you say that?”

“Your writing isn’t as neat as it usually is, President-nim,” Secretary Lee says; the hint of a smirk appearing on her lips. “You’re starting to write chicken scratch... just like my son!"

“Very funny,” you deadpan, shooing her towards the door with your hand. “I do my own paperwork, Secretary Lee.”

“Of course, President-nim,” she allows with a laugh as she opens the door to your office and steps outside. “Whatever you say, President-nim!”

Like mother, like son.

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Pulling into a parking spot in front of Yonsei University’s Yonhee Hall, you quickly notice a small group of students in front of you ogling your car. In your high hopes to feel nostalgic and comfortable on a university campus again, you’d completely forgotten about the spectacle that is your baby blue 2024 Porsche 911.

Grabbing your phone and keys and stuffing them into your back pockets, you open the car door and climb out-- a chorus of excited whispers when the three students in front of you see your face.

“Whoah,” one boy says in disbelief. “Expensive car AND good-looking? That's just not fair."

“A student could never afford that car,” the girl next to him whispers back as you start to walk over to where they’re standing in front of the steps to the building.

“I’m not a student,” you reply, which visibly shocks the girl and her friends. “Did you guys just get out of class?”

“At 1:15, yeah. Public Policy Analysis,” a shorter boy next to her replies. With a timid smile, he continues, “We’re heading to eat. Do you wanna join us?”

The girl hits his arm. “Don’t be so desperate.”

“Sorry,” the boy says quickly.

“Let’s just go,” the taller boy says. “Gunwook never comes to eat with us anyway-- I don’t know why you continue to insist that we invite him.”

You notice how the girl looks away in what appears to be embarrassment. Had this girl fallen for Gunwook, too?

You did not just think ‘too’.

You clear your throat, quickly repeating, “Gunwook?”

“Yeah, he’s our friend, sort of, who--...” The shorter boy starts to explain for you (which is very kind of him, considering you’re a total stranger), but his attention suddenly shifts to the top of the building steps behind you. “Oh there he is. Gunwook-ah!”

You turn around slowly to find Gunwook staring back at you wide-eyed. Noticing his black university hoodie and his Adidas joggers, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and his un-styled hair falling into his eyes... you have to physically swallow down the lump of anxiety that’s formed in your throat.

“(Y/N)?” Gunwook asks, running down the building steps to you. “What are you doing here?”

“Y-your mom had to deliver something in Incheon,” you reply nonchalantly as your downright adorable assistant flops his way down to you; towering over you from the step above and smiling.

"So you came to rescue me?" He asks with a smirk.

“Gunwook-ah,” the girl beside you calls, the slightest air of annoyance in her voice. “Is this your friend?”

“Yeah-- or... Um,” Gunwook stumbles as he grins at you. “My boss, actually.”

“You’re Gunwook's boss? I thought you worked for the President of KCTech Company,” the taller boy replies, eyeing you up and down suspiciously.

Gunwook nods-- not once taking his eyes off of you. “I do.”

“The President of KCTech Company is a teenager?” The girl scoffs, folding her arms in front of her chest.

“I turned 20 last month,” you correct with a grimace.

“Whoah,” the shorter boy whispers in awe. “So are you part of a chaebol family?”

Both of his friends issue a punch to his arms. “Sorry,” he says quickly.

“It’s okay. I am,” you say, shaking your head dismissively. “But I anxiously await you political science majors striking my family down with new policies in the future.”

“Okay, and we’re leaving,” Gunwook says, taking your arm and dragging you the rest of the way down the stairs with him.

“But I meant it,” you protest, trying to keep yourself from fully processing that Gunwook has now engulfed your hand in his gigantic one and seems to have no plans to let it go.

“I know you meant it, but we don’t need three university students selling a story to a tabloid about how the President of KCTech challenged them to economic warfare after class,” Gunwook explains with a sigh. As he pulls you towards your car, you hear the group of friends still mumbling about the interaction they just witnessed.

“Am I going crazy or is Gunwook... holding his boss’s hand?” The taller boy asks, wiping his eyes with his fists to make sure he’s seeing clearly.

The shorter boy laughs. “I'm pretty sure he also used informal speech.”

“Whatever,” you hear the girl huff sadly as Gunwook opens your car door for you and gestures for you to get in.

Once you’re inside your car, Gunwook shuts the door for you and makes his way to the other side. That’s when you realize... you’re sitting in the passenger’s seat.

Gunwook opens the driver’s side door and hops inside; watching as his classmates talk amongst each other-- debating whether or not to start to head to lunch. Your assistant waves to them happily through the front window.

“What are you doing?” You ask, shocked at your assistant’s actions.

“Waving to my friends,” he answers dumbly.

“Why are you acting like you’re about to drive my car!?” You exclaim, hand flying to his shoulder to shake him a bit.

Gunwook smirks at you. “Because I am.”

“No, no, no, no,” you squeeze his shoulder harder. “No, you are not.”

“You wouldn’t embarrass me in front of my classmates,” Gunwook challenges, batting his eyelashes cutely. “Would you, President-nim?”

Every time you think your assistant’s gone as far as he can go, he always pushes you a bit further. And you’d be bold-faced lying if you said you didn’t love it.

“Gunwookie,” you whine rather unprofessionally. “Ugh, fine. But if you crash this car, I swear I’m gonna--.”

Gunwook presses the start button on the car excitedly, fastening his seatbelt before pulling out of the parking space without looking both ways.

“Please, Gunwookie,” you beg, fastening your seatbelt frantically. “I really like this car. It’s the only present my father’s ever gotten me that I actually liked.”

The boy tenses a bit, meeting your gaze and nodding quietly in agreement before pressing the gas pedal with his foot at a responsible velocity. Gunwook drives through the campus and out onto the main road diligently, stopping for 3 seconds at stop signs, minding crosswalks, and breaking gradually. He’s a good driver-- which shouldn’t come as much of a shock to you, considering he’s good at pretty much everything he does.

He’d even painted some pretty convincing trees last week when you’d shown him the brush technique before you left work.

“How come you don’t drive more often?” You ask, reaching to your back pocket and pulling out your phone. “Your mom has to drive you to work every day.”

“I don’t have a car,” Gunwook answers, signaling a turn. “Or a license.”

Your phone drops from your hands into your lap. “WHAT!?”

“Relax! I have a permit,” he says with a laugh as your hands fly to cover your face in despair. “You’re supervising me, President-nim. I know you won’t let anything bad happen to your favorite assistant.”

“The ice is so thin, Wookie.”

The nickname leaves your lips before you can consider its implications. Gunwook clears his throat awkwardly, focusing back on the road. You continue in silence for a bit, looking out the window as Gwanghwamun approaches. But there’s something you still want to say before you reach the office building.

“Gunwook-ah?”

The boy glances at you expectantly. “Yes, President-nim?”

“Those kids,” you start, watching as his grip on the steering wheel slips gradually to a more comfortable position. “They said they keep asking you to go to lunch after class with them.”

“Oh,” he replies, nodding as he sucks his teeth. “One, they're not kids-- they're literally a year younger than you and so am I. And, two, I don’t really have time. I have to get to the office by 1:30 to--”

“One, you're two years younger than me. And two, come at 2:30 from now on,” you interject. Gunwook’s eyebrows knit with confusion, but you continue, “Eat lunch with your classmates while you can.”

Your assistant’s expression softens as he meets your gaze, but you think you would prefer that he didn’t look at you with this much pity again any time soon.

“You’ll regret not spending more time doing fun things like that when you can’t anymore,” you explain, tugging at the skin around your nails. “You should be doing things you enjoy, is what I mean.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Gunwook says with a smile. “I’ll eat lunch with my classmates more often. But...”

You raise an eyebrow as Gunwook pulls into a parking spot on the street-- one that luckily doesn’t require him to parallel. He’s a good driver, but you’re not ready to test his skills that much. Pushing the engine button to turn the car off, Gunwook leans back in his seat and turns to look at you.

“I hope you know I also enjoy working, too,” he says; a cheeky grin lighting up his face as he adds, “With you.”

You pout at him to combat the smile that’s desperately trying to creep onto your face. “Who wouldn’t enjoy working with me?”

“Literally every person you’ve ever hired,” he throws back at you.

There’s not much you can say. He’s right. Which begs the question...

“Why do you like working with me?”

Gunwook hums contentedly. “There’s a lot of reasons.”

“Huh,” you reply, still admiring him in his street clothes. Unfortunately picking up Gunwook after class had only made your desire to be normal grow stronger. If things were different, maybe you would’ve met Gunwook in the dining hall on campus-- stared at him in his round glasses until one day you finally worked up the courage to speak to him. You’d have friends instead of employees. Art classes instead of meetings. Parties instead of paperwork. “They must be pretty good reasons to ditch lunch with your friends.”

“I actually usually skip lunch altogether so I can see you quicker,” he rebuts; eyes widening in panic as soon as he realizes what he’s just said. “I--... I mean, get to you quicker. You know... For work. And stuff.”

Gunwook was not known to throw an “and stuff” around very often-- he’s usually more eloquent and thoughtful when he speaks. The way his cheeks start to flush as he blinks at you; lips pouted like a baby chick... It's enough to make you wonder if his words might not have been a simple misspeaking, but rather a truth that slipped out accidentally.

“Come on,” you call, unfastening your seatbelt and opening the car door-- stepping out onto the sidewalk and waiting for your assistant to follow. Gunwook hops out of the car before sheepishly joining you on the sidewalk. You head towards the doors of your office building, but then, much to Gunwook’s surprise, continue to walk past them.

“President-nim?” He calls after you. “Where are you going?”

“To lunch,” you answer over your shoulder. “My assistant’s been going hungry in order to report to his boss on time! We don’t want a headline about that, do we?”

Hearing footsteps pounding against the pavement to catch up with you, your arm brushes against Gunwook’s as he falls into step beside you. “He does it willingly, though, (Y/N).”

“Not anymore, he doesn’t,” you reply, eyes focused on the road ahead of you in an effort to ignore his use of your name. “From now on, my favorite assistant will eat well and he’ll like it.”

Gunwook laughs next to you and you make the deadly mistake of looking up at him. He smiles at you fondly through the fringe that’s falling in his eyes and says softly:

“Whatever you say, President-nim.”

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nameless-ghoul-trash · 9 months

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Papa emeritus IV X Ghoul!Mom!F!Reader

Part 3

Word count: 2.3

Lightly proofread

Warnings: Cussing

Part 2 / Part 4

The last two days had seemed the drag by. Your dinner plans constantly on your mind. It had caused several emotions to rotate through you. From anxiety to excitement, it seemed like a never-ending cycle.

Currently, you felt more anxiety than anything as you made your way towards his office. You had spent the last hour going through your closest. Trying to decide what you wanted to wear was harder than you'd have originally thought. You didn't want to just wear your everyday uniform. After going through every piece of clothing you owned, which turns out it wasn't a lot, you had opted for a simple black dress/romper. Doing some light makeup and wearing your hair down.

Coming face to face with his office door, your nerves were eating you alive. It had been so long since you had been in a situation like this, by your own choice. Pushing through, you knocked. The door opened before you had finished, a nervous looking Copia on the other side. At least you weren't alone. Taking in his appearance, you not the nice black button up and black slacks. He looks good. "(Y/N)! You are here." He cringed into himself at his awkwardness. You give him a soft smile, trying to calm his nerves and yours. "Please come in, il mio fiore!" He stepped to the side and opened the door wider to let you in. "Thank you, again, for inviting me." Your smile had yet to fall. "Thank you for coming." He countered, gracing you with a meek smile of his own.

Scanning the room, it had changed since you had last seen it. It was tidier. There was now a decent sized square table, adorned with a variety of different foods, that now sat in the normally empty space. With quick steps, Copia moved to pull out a beautiful ornate chair for you. "Please sit!" Taking your seat, you thank him. Waiting for him to take his place, you remove your mask. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I had a couple of different options made. So please help yourself!" He motioned to the table. Doing a quick scan of the prepared foods, your eyes immediately land on your favorite. Copia takes a mental note as you begin to dress your plate quietly. He finally takes a moment to just take you in. "You look absolutely stunning tonight, il mio fiore." He said it as if he was completely enamored by you, which in turn causes your face to immediately flush hot.

Making eye contact, you both sit with an awkward air surrounding the two of you for a couple of heartbeats. You let out a small giggle. You felt like a human teenager. "Thank you, Copia. You don't look so bad yourself." He flashed a small smile, and his eyes brightened. Breaking his eyes away, reaching for an already open bottle. "Ehh, would you like some wine?" He motioned to the empty glass to your right. "Yes, thank you." Sliding the glass closer to him, he began to pour the pale pink liquid. "How has your day been?" He asked, push the glass back and filling his own. "It has been good. Pretty normal. How was yours? Anything exciting?" You bring your glass to your lips and savor the taste. It was light and sweet with a lovely berry flavor.

"It has been okay. Lots of paperwork and band work mainly." He talks while dressing his plate. The silence falls back into place as you both begin to eat. It continues that way till Copia notices you glass empty. "More wine?" He offers. "Yes, thank you!" You smile politely, and he fills your cup. "So, what is it like being Papa for you?" You were curious. "It's a lot, honestly. There is always something that needs to be done or someone who needs me. Sono sempre stanco, but I make due. The other Papa's had made it look so easy." You chuckle. "It was not easy for them by any means, I can tell you that. They all had their own struggles."

"Were you close to them?" You take a sip before you answer. "I suppose in some ways. I've been around for a long time. I essentially got to watch them grow into the men they were. I even got to see Papa Nihil in his youth. I was probably closest to Primo out of all of them. Even in his younger years, we just kinda clicked." Copia soaked up every word. He enjoyed learning about you and what you had to share. A sadness rang through his heart at the discovery, though. You had been close to his brothers. Brothers who are long gone from this earth. "What was it like?" The question confused you. "Was what like?" "Knowing them. What were they like. I never got the chance to know them beyond surface level." Studying his face, you let out a sigh. It hurt to think about them, but didn't he deserve to know who they really were? "Primo was strong headed and passionate about his hobbies. He loved his garden fiercely and took his duties very seriously, but he had a sense of humor. He listened with such intensity and gave the best advice." You took another sip from your glass before continuing.

"Secondo was similar in ways but so different. He was wild in his off time. Confident. While he was Papa, he was strict but kind. Terzo was wild, too. He was flashy, flirty, and flamboyant in a sense. He probably struggled with being Papa the most out of the three. Not that he didn't try." Sometimes Copia wasn't the best at hiding what he felt. This was one of those times, everything showing on his face. "Are you okay?" Your question seemed to catch him off guard. "Like really okay?" Giving a small smile, he nods. "Sí, il mio fiore. Why do you ask?" "Just asking. Sometimes, it's good to check with people." He quieted for a second, looking at you. "Are you okay, il mio fiore?" You opened your mouth to say something along the lines of 'I'm fine' but stop yourself, pressing your lip together. You hold contact with his mismatched colored eyes.

This was an opportunity to talk to someone. To let someone know what you feel, but also get hurt. It was an opportunity to build an attachment that would inevitably end. Leaving you alone again. Could you take that risk? Would you even allow yourself? When you had lost Primo, it had been so hard. He had been your best friend for so long. Could you do that again? You already felt too close to some of Copia's ghouls. A tight feeling forms in the back of your throat as you try to hold your emotions in. You could feel your eyes grow watery. It was overwhelming. Having all these questions for yourself but no answers. 'You know i honestly don't know.' Is what you should say. Be honest with him.

"I guess I manage." It wasn't a lie. His eyes lingered on you as if he could sense the inner turmoil but did not press. Shifting your attention back to your plate, you take a couple of bites. "Tell me about what being on tour is like." He perked up at the topic change."Oh! Touring both funny and exhausting. Getting to see different people and places, but it moves so fast." You listen intently as you eat. "When I am on stage, I can be confident and myself. I can mess with the ghouls, and they mess back. The crowds love it. It feels good. Sleeping on the bus isn't great. It's probably my least favorite part. " You give a chuckle at that. "You said being on stage makes you confident?" "Yes. I could say or do practical anyway, and the fans would eat it up." He makes a nom nom nom sound that causes you to laugh. "Sometimes, it feels like I have to keep up the raunchiness, but that's not hard." He wiggled his eyebrows, and you both laugh. "I bet."

As the laughter died down, Copia spoke up. "I have a bit of a, eh, personal question." Smiling, you nod, encouraging him to talk. "What was it like when you were summoned?" That was probably the last question you thought would be asked. "Oh, umm." "You don't have to answer if you don't want to!" He quickly amended, sensing the shift. "No. No, it just kind of took me by surprise. It wasn't - " You pause leaning back in your chair. "It wasn't good. I was summoned by Papa Nihals' grandfather in 1894. They were very inexperienced. Still trying to figure us ghouls out. When I was pulled from the pit, I was pulled away from everything I knew. I had to leave those important to me. I was confused and scared. It was all so different from what I'm used to. Even time moves differently. Unlike now, I had no one to help me understand. " Copia kept his eyes glued to you, listening to every word with intensity. "I was "farel". I attacked and killed 3 men that night. What did they expect? You back someone into a corner and expect it to go well. Doesn't work that way." You watch him, gauging his reactions to the information you were giving him.

Copia was hardly fazed. You were a ghoul. He had been around enough throughout his life to know better. "They kept me locked away from the majority of the clergy and siblings of sin. The rest of the summoned ghouls seem to have adjusted fairly quickly. It took me four years to come to terms with what was now my life." Copia was still processing it all. "I'm sorry. That must have been hard." You shrug. "Shit happen. It was a long time ago. Just make sure you are understanding of the new ghoul." You began to fill your glass again only for it to not even fill a quarter of the way. "Looks like we went through that fast." You laughed out. "Want to go for a walk and snag some from the good stash?" Copia asked with a look in his eyes that was new to you. Something akin to mischief. "Hell yeah!" You stand, swallowing the leftover wine in your glass and done your mask. Copia follows. "Let's go."

Leaving his office, Copia leads the way. Fallowing close behind you notice, he's not heading towards the celler. No. He leads you straight to Sister Imperators office. "No way." You look at him with wide eyes. He flashes another mischievous look and pulls out a set of keys. Unlocking the door, he quietly makes his way into the room. "Keep a look out. Wouldn't want to get caught." There was an underlying snicker in his voice. You kinda liked this new side of him. It was playful. You look both ways down the hall as he goes straight to a wood cabinet in the corner and pulls out 2 bottles from the back. "Let's get out of here." He scurried back out of the room, handing the bottles to you so he could lock the door. You definitely felt like a human teenager. Grabbing one back, he makes quick strides down the hall and in the direction of the door that leads to the garden. He looks back to you. "I have something I want to show you." Holding the door open, he waits for you to exit.

Once you're both outside, he grabs your hand and tugs you in the direction of the out edge of the garden. Coming to a full stop at the herb beds, you notice some new additions. A brand new stone bench sets in front of the lemon grass, which butts up against Primo's greenhouse. On either side of the bench are pots filled with (favorite flower).

This is your spot. You often come out here at night to think or spend some time alone. Turning to face him, you see him watching you. "You did this? How did you know?" His ears and neck flush, and he brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck. "As much as I would love to take credit, no. I didn't do it alone. I employed the help of my ghouls on this one. Sodo and Mountain mainly." You surge forward and pull him into a hug. "Thank you." He slowly hugged you back. "Sei il benvenuto, fiore mio." Pulling away, he gave you a smile.

Walking over to the bench, you plop down and pat the spot beside you, smiling back. As he was sitting down, another voice rang out across the garden. "Papa!" Groaning softy, he stands back up. "Sí?" Before too long, a Sister makes her way over, handing him a letter. "Papa, Sister Imperator has requested you meet her in her office." "Yes. Tell her I will be there shortly." Nodding the Sister turns and leaves. "Unfortunately, our time has been cut. Il mio fiore, please forgive me." Offering him a small smile, you reassure him. "It's alright. I understand." "Would you like me to hide these for another time?" He holds up the bottle in his hand. "I would love that." You hand him yours. "Goodnight, Il mio fiore." "Goodnight Copia."

A sadness spread through your chest as the feeling of loneliness came creeping back. Watching him turn away just made it worse. Before you knew it, your body reacted, reaching out and griping his wrist. A thought shot across your mind. What are you doing? Your actions seemed to startle him as he looked back at you. "Will you come back here? Tomorrow night? To meet with me?" You ask, desperately wanting him to say yes. "Of course. Right before dark. I'll be here." With that, you let his wrist go, and he walked away. With him out of eyesight, you bring your knees to your chest and enjoy sometime in the garden.

sono sempre stanco- I am always tired.

Sei il benvenuto, fiore mio.- You are very welcome, my flower

If at least one part of this gave you second hand embarrassment, then I portrayed the akwarkness the way I wanted to. Sorry it took so long to get this one out. I spent like 3 hours one day trying to work out dates for when (Y/N) would have been summoned and rewrote this part like twice. Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed the read. As always, feedback and requests are always appreciated and encouraged.