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helloitstsyu · 1 year

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it's the tie | Tom Cruise [18+]

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Summary : post oscar luncheon sex.

Warnings: daddy!kink, spanking, inappropriate languages, bondage, unstated age gap, prolly some typo or mistakes.

Pairing : Tom x Fem!reader

WC : 1600+

"That's a nice tie," you chuckle.

You're watching him from the doorframe for the last 3 minutes. Tom just comes back from the Oscar Luncheon. Despite he has discarded the navy suit, matching colored vest, and taken off his shoes. Tom still looks ravishing as he was earlier on the carpet.

Turning his head towards you, Tom stay composed, as if he knew you were there the whole time. He smirks. "Is that why you're staring?" He asks as he continues to untie the appealing lilac patterned tie.

There's something about his looks tonight. You've seen him donning the color navy all the time. Blue and navy are basically made for Tom. But tonight, something is different, something appeals differently to you. And your eyes keep dropping, lazer-lock, on that lilac patterned tie.

You crook your eyebrows and come to him. Replacing his hands with your smaller ones, you help him to untie the tie.

"How was the event?" You ask.

Without waiting for his answer, you lean towards his neck. The intoxicating scent of him always managed to arouse you. Placing a deep kiss on his neck, Tom relaxes and exhales deeply.

"Could be better if you were there with me," he tells.

You scoff softly. Continue to kiss his neck. Altering from a sweet soft peck, sucking gently, and nibbling his skin, you manage to have Tom's breath stalling.

"How was your meeting, honey?" He asks.

You take a glance at his emeralds. His eyes light up with excitement, "It was bad actually," you answer.

"Bad?" He repeats, "How so?" He asks with narrow eyes.

"Can't keep my mind on it. All i thought about was this..." You grin. "You in this look..., this tie." You chuckle, looking back at his eyes through your lashes, "I just wanted you all night, Tommy," you tilt your head to the side, seductively looking deeply into him.

His eyes flickers, "Yeah?" He softly graze his fingers on your shoulder. That little contact got goosebumps all over your spine already.

Sighing softly, "Yeah,"

Pulling him closer by the tie, you clash your lips on his for a hungry kiss. Stepping up from your lead, Tom dominates the kiss. Slipping his tongue inside of your mouth.

He's quick to undress you, leaving you only covered with your panties. Tom hoists you and throws you onto the bed. You squeal at the sudden movement and chuckle when you bounce on the mattress.

With a radiant look on his face, Tom takes off his tie in an instant. He climbs on top of you, "Is this what you want, darling?" He wraps the tie on his hand. That lilac patterned tie that leaves an impression on you, got you dreaming the filthiest thing while sitting on a meeting.

How can you refuse.

His eyes darken with lust, and it's apparent that he's ready to have his way for you tonight. You're grinning wide and nodding.

"Turn around, on your knees, sweetheart," Tom orders.

Being the good girl that you are, you gladly do as you're told.

Tom takes both of your hands, put them together on your back, and he ties your wrists together. Trying to test his knot, you're surprised to find what a firm knot that is.

Tom chuckles softly, "Don't try to break 'em, they'll bite," he whispers to your ear, then nibs softly on your earlobe.

"I can't touch you tonight?" You ask,

"You asked for this, darling. Now, take it and be a good girl," Tom softly pops on your ass. Your body jolts excitedly at the surprise move. Tom leans down, kissing all over your back as his fingers pressing on your still clothed cunt.

"You're drenched, sweetheart, i haven't even touched you properly yet,"

You giggle, turning your head around to see him, "It's the tie, baby,"

"Mhm, of course, it is." Tom chuckles. He finds it amusing that even an article of clothing, as simple as a tie, could get you so arouse like this. To your defense, you're dating a literal sex god. Whatever he put on, even the silliest, even a sack, could look so appealing, attractive, and sexy on him.

Tom takes off your panties. He lifts your hips, and you're back on your knees. Tom finally presses his tongue on your folds. Trailing your slit with his tongue, it grazes over your clit giving you a quick rush of pleasure before it comes back to your entrace. He teases your entrace then he enters your sweet hole with his tongue.

"Oh, fuck! Tommy..." you whimper.

"Excuse me?" Tom asks with an offended tone.

You chuckle, "Daddy," you correct yourself.

"Mhm, that's what i thought i heard," Tom grins.

Tom continues devouring you with his mouth. Fucking your cunt with his tongue.

His hand slips underneath you, reaching for your breast. Tweaking your nipple in between his fingers, he makes you moan even harder.

"Ohmygod," you moan. Face burying to the white fluffy pillow.

"Taste so fucking good," Tom mutters as he wiggles your ass to his face. Tom sucks and licks your clit. Your breath hitching in your throat, mind scattering with the pleasure he's giving you.

"Ohh fuuuckkk, daddy!" You cry out a moaning mess.

Tom slaps your ass hard. That was the first time he had ever spanked you. "Daddy!" You gasp at the stinging pleasure. The sting impact brings a new sensation of jolting pleasure. You chuckle, adoring the new sensation. "Fuck– More please," you whimper.

"More? You like that, darling?" Tom crooks his head, looking down at you as you grin happily.

"Yes! More, daddy, harder please!" You look back at him. Tom grins widely at your pleads.

Approving your pleads. He gives you another one to your other cheek. He spanks you harder. You shut your eyes and grunts.

Tom chuckles softly, watching you loving to be spanked, "Look at you, little slut,"

"More daddy,"

And another strike to your other cheek. This one stings even more because the previous one still remains.

"Ah!" You squeal then giggle.

Tom chuckles and pulls you into his lap. His hard member pressing your back side. Wanting and needing more of him, you grind down on the hard center. He kisses your lips hungrily in a burning, lustful passion. His hands grasped your breast aggressively.

"My girl," he mutters in between the hot kisses. His hands wrapping around you possesively. He's so possessive of you and you're thankful that he shows it verbally in bed. Hearing them always brings butterflies inside of you.

"My Tom," you retort.

He smiles, Tom rest his forehead on yours as his fingers softly rub your face. You chuckle softly to him, adoring how he can be both aggressive and soft. He perfectly mastered both, knowing the right time to switch between the two. He really is a true man of your dream.

With your hand on your back, you're able to slip your hand under his dress pants. Impatiently searching for his cock, Tom grins, "Darling..."

"Need you, daddy," you whispers.

Chuckling darkly, Tom pushes you back to the bed. Laying there flat on your tummy, you wait as Tom stands up and undress himself. He climbs back on the bed, on top of you. Aligning himself at your entrance, he gives your slit a few stroking teases with his head.

"Don't tease me, daddy,"

Tom laughs, "So impatient, darling,... it's my pussy, my way, yeah?"

"Your pussy?" You raise your eyebrows.

Tom chuckles, gives you no warning and push his cock all the way in inside you at once.

"OH!" You yelp.

"Mmm, that's right, my pussy," he mutters, "Say it!" Tom growls in your ear. He starts thrusting in and out of your weeping cunt.

"Y-your pussy," you whimper. "Ahh... your pussy, daddy!"

"Good girl," he whispers. Tom starts drilling into you at a mercilessly hard pace. In no time, you're already moaning his name repeatedly right now.

"FuUcK! TOM!" you exclaims.

"That's it, louder!" Tom smiles, "You're squeezing that walls around me, baby... so fucking good," he groans.

Tom holds the knot on your wrist, his other hand gripping your hips. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. The air of the bedroom feels thick and smells like sex. You're so close to spilling all over his cock.

"T-tom," you moan breathlessly.

Tom unties your hands. Quickly, he flips you around. Tom slams back his cock inside of you. Taking your legs over his shoulder, you're nearly folded in half. Tom looks feral. Sheen of sweat on his forehead and chest, skin blushing in flushed red, eyebrows furrows in pleasure, lips set apart and slipping uneven ragging breath. You can look at this face for the rest of your life.

Both of you are drowning in a pool of pleasure. Still holding that lilac tie. You wrap it around his neck, use them to pull him even closer to you.

"Cum for me," he tells you. "Cum for me, darling,"

A few more hard thrusts, you're practically screaming his name. Nails raking on his shoulders that for sure tomorrow will leave marks on him. Your walls throbbed and clenching around him, pushing him even closer to his edge.

"Oh fuck, Y/N!" Tom groans.

His seeds coat your walls. Filling you to the brim. Both of you collapsed together. Tom rests on top of you for a while, both of you panting for air.

The intense pleasure flooding inside of you. Endorphins swimming throughout your body. Heart swims in a warm feeling of love as Tom gives soft pecks all over your neck and jawline. Slowly, he pulls out of you. He looks back deeply into your eyes. Emerlad eyes lighten with post-sex happiness.

"Thank you," you mutter breathlessly.

Tom smiles, he kisses your forehead. "So... you like the tie, then?" He grins at you.

You laugh, "I love it,"

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reyesstrand · 1 year

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my brain is going brrr after those stills maddie HELP it’s like !!!!!!!! speculation time!!!!!

right!!!!!!! okay well here’s an incomplete bullet point list of my sporadic rambling all-over-the-place thoughts in no particular order:

- this quote where rafael “describes his character as someone who “tries to do the best he can,” but teases that he’s going to “trip pretty hard” at the beginning of the fourth season” will be pretty significant when it comes to carlos’ storyline. i think it hints at carlos always trying to do everything he can for someone (perhaps in this case iris or something involving her, or someone he meets during the storm arc, or someone completely random but with a story that makes carlos really desperate to help) even if it’s at a personal cost. him “tripping pretty hard” could have something to do with just how personal he’s taking this case or something like him not doing well on the detective’s exam, and feeling like this case is necessary for his career. hell, it could have something to do with what andrea tells him here, before they get interrupted with the storm:

- i think that carlos really having a strong, personal involvement with whatever this case ends up being will start to worry tk—even though carlos will tell him it’s okay in the beginning:

- i think it’s safe to say that this story will span multiple episodes, and will involve multiple sets and the 126 being involved in some rescue at the park/nature reserve (?) they filmed at for a little while, and carlos will recognize something being part of his case:

- as jen posted, i really do think we could have some parallels to bad call, at least in the sense that tk seeks out gabriel when something’s up with carlos and they go looking for him. i mean—we know gabriel as a texas ranger has power, and maybe this is something the rangers are aware about already. like…gabriel bringing tk along to a taped off crime scene? gabriel reaching for what i assume is a concealed weapon? i think the reassurance carlos tries to give tk starts to fade and he becomes worried about just how personally involved he feels in this case, and seeks out his father-in-law-to-be:

(it’s also compelling that they’re in a similar looking neighbourhood to other stills with carlos on duty. AND, in the still below, carlos doesn’t have on a bullet-proof vest, whereas shots of him with the huge gun/with the paramedics in the neighbourhood/with o’brien have him wearing the vest):

and that’s all i can really wrap my head around right now!!! i do think that the shots of carlos at the firehouse are likely red herrings for us—there’s a good chance it’s just him hearing about the 126 and a splashy rescue they just completed, or checking on them with the incoming storm, and maybe being there when owen arrives with his bike??? but i don’t think anything super serious happens there. maybe. i don’t know 😖 basically i think this a much more serious scene:

whereas this is a much more….looks-serious-but-ends-up-being-cute/dorky scene in the premiere:

- in the same interview where ronen promises “all paths lead to the wedding,” (which i think is ultimately so important: that there are going to be things they’ll go through that might seem tough but it’ll culminate in their families coming together as they choose each other, and their future, forever) both ronen and rafa say “there’s definitely been some storylines where I’m like, ‘what?’” […] “at any moment, there could be a bombshell — and we’re definitely going to have a couple this season” (…) “right off from episode 1, we’re going to find out some things that are funny, but it propels on to several beautiful episodes after the first one, and it’s going to be intense,” […] “whatever you think is going to happen, tim always brings something better than what your imagination can perceive” SOO i think this work storyline for carlos will be something personal and will feel important to him as a person and for his career, it’ll be something they endure together as a couple, something that really makes it clear that like….this is what being first responders and being married will be like. and it’ll all be okay in the end but we will be FEELING IT throughout these episodes

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#answered #marwani-strickland #i don’t know what anything means but this is me just….putting my thoughts in one place #carlos reyes #tarlos #126 #911ls #911 lone star #lone star speculation

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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So I posted about working as a Picker for BalMarts online orders but I ended up having to quit because they were pushing me out.

First of all even though I was making my goals, the Coach decided that I wasn't running fast enough physically and wanted to transfer me out. Even though every time she saw me it was AFTER I FINISHED A WALK AND WAS HEADING TO THE BACK.

Then they told me that I was getting even more complaints about my body oder. We recently got these bullshit vests that trap smells in and I said that might be the issue since I constantly put on (and reapply multiple times) deodorant at work and they tried saying that multiple people would have the same issue which I pointed out a guy in the back DOES but I could tell that she didn't believe me. They wanted to keep the details of that meeting under wraps but I started asking my coworkers privately if I really had an oder issue and all of them have said that they never noticed anything like that! I wanna bring up a simple fact, I'm fat. So I really think they just wanted an excuse and that was the first thing that they thought of.

Also, she said we'd have a meeting with the GM for a proper meeting and she conveniently "didn't feel well." So she told me that our People Lead told her that the only available positions to transfer to was Cashier, so we were going to meet with the front end Coach when she got back. I went to the back and looked on the Career preference page we have access to and found that the bakery had open positions. She fucking lied to me.

When I asked like an hour later if the Coach was back (our system made it look like she was clocked in) my Coach said she wasn't there. I got tired of being yanked around and basically treated like no one wants me. I left for the day and quit the next. Fuck BalMarts and fuck managers for forcing you to quit because they don't want to fire you and fill out the paperwork. I worked hard and long hours to make sure your department didn't fuckin sink because your "perfect pickers" don't wanna take walks that could damage their scores, instead of thinking if the customer would get their order on time.

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writing-in-mermish · 2 years

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Tips for writing empaths from a person who struggles with hyper empathy

While talking about hyper empathy with my sibling, @poore-choice-of-words, we realized that my experiences might be really inciteful into how being or becoming an empath might feel, so here are some things that I’ve noticed and tried to verbalize about this.

disclaimer: this is only my experience so this might not be accurate for everyone who struggles with this, also, I am not an expert and this is not a science, it’s basically all feelings, I’m just trying to wrap my brain and some logic around it and thought it might be interesting if you’re writing empaths.

physical proximity/level of engagement can make a difference: I remember when I was little, overhearing arguments would make me shrink away from mental and physical discomfort. I would try and get as far away as possible because of they way it made me feel. I’d also try to focus on other things like cleaning or schoolwork or reading. The farther away, physically and mentally, the better I felt. this lead to serious conflict avoidance issues that I’m still trying to work on.

Tamping down your emotions is not helpful, it actually makes it worse: with plenty people, ignoring your feelings can leave them completely blind to what going on with you, I might not be always aware of where the emotions are coming from, but I can sure as hell still feel them! A lot of times, it even makes it more palpable. It’s like, instead of holding an herb that I can see and smell, it’s like someone is crushing it out of sight, which makes it smell stronger, but hides where it’s coming from. When people are processing their emotions or at least are feeling them for themselves, it takes a lot of the emotional weight of me.

Numbing does work???? when I’m the one doing it! (kind of): one of the symptoms of depression is numbing! It is super confusing for someone who can normally feel all the feels to not be able to sense what’s going on with other people, this can happen when you are depressed. It’s very upsetting, especially cause it seems like you can’t completely numb, so it feels like this weird power you’ve always had is going of the fritz, and when that’s how you’ve survived a lot social interactions, it can feel like losing your life vest while out in the ocean.

(side not, sometimes numbing is focused on certain emotions or topics, so when you come across one that you aren’t numbed for, you get an emotional break down. If you your feelings are bottled up, and they find a crack, they come out sideways! this feels tangentially related but not important enough to be it’s own thing)

Empaths shouldn’t just be the nicest characters: A side affect of absorbing other peoples emotions is acting out because of them. If someone is going through it, and an empath isn’t good about controlling their feelings, they’re gonna be right there with them. This means empaths should be all kinds of mental, especially if others around them are messed up. Let empaths be assholes! And waffle about feeling extreme guilt and vindication about it.

Media escapism is on another level: Like I said about physical proximity above, having a screen between you and the other person (particularly if they are fictional in some way) makes it much harder to be overwhelmed by the feelings. So making media a comfort (or even addiction) for your empaths is a great idea. (Its especially interesting if they enjoy media with emotions they run from IRL).

Folks with low empathy are actually great?: My sibling has low empathy (this says nothing about their compassion, they are a very caring person) and they are far more relaxing to be around. Not being bombarded by strong emotions around them is great, especially because they’ve learned to verbalize thing so I’m not in the dark. This might look different if the person is untrustworthy, but maybe that’s a fun blind spot to give your empath. The character dynamics are interesting here for sure.

#There’s probably other stuff but I can’t think of them right now #so I guess this is it #If you have any questions #please send them my way #I’d be happy to help #empaths #writing advice #probs an ADHD symptom #I don’t talk about it much for obvious reasons #but I thought it might be helpful info for writers #so here we are

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whooshmedia01 · 1 year

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fictionfunshop · 3 years

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Whore Phase - One Shot (Spencer Reid)

Thanks @moderatelydelusional for the inspo - I hope I did your idea justice.

18+ - Filth and not for children's eyes.

MGG / Spencer Reid are killing my feels

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*200 LIKES!!! You've all made me happy. Currently writing more filth for your eyes **

You weren’t expecting him to text.

He usually called you when he wanted to see you, purring down the line telling you all the filthy things he wanted to do to you, which always made your thighs clench. You decided to have a Friday night in; you already filled your belly with your favourite take-out, had a long hot bath with a new book you picked up earlier in the week. Now you were sitting here catching up on some trashy television you dare not tell anyone you watch, painting your toenails when your phone came alive, making you jump and smudging your baby toe in the process.

Can I come over? – Spencer

No hello, or how are you, which you knew meant he had a bad case and needed you to let off some frustration. You understood and didn’t mind him using you like this, your Friday night instantly looking up and thanking your earlier self for taking your time shaving. You immediately type back your reply.

Course. See you soon.– Y/N

You jumped up from the sofa and go to your bedroom to see what nice underwear you had clean, instantly slipping on a lavender chemise set you picked up a few weeks ago, immediately thinking of him. You were fully aware of the agreement you both had – he told you he didn’t want a girlfriend because of his job, and you were working through a bad breakup and wanted some no-strings fun, so when he was free, he would come over to yours, never his and you would both “chill out” AKA screw each other’s brains out.

You knew the absolute basics about each other. You knew he worked for the FBI, which you thought was an elaborate chat up line until one night he came to you straight from a case, his badge in his pocket, gun on his hip and stacks of paperwork pouring out of his bag. You knew he was an only child and that his mother lived in Vegas, his dad not to be seen. He enjoyed reading, teasing some of the titles on your shelf, and he was bisexual, something which didn’t surprise you in the slightest when he admitted he had been with men before you. Even though he knew next to nothing about you, he never made you feel like a whore, he never slipped out in the middle of the night, and if he was free the following day, breakfast was always his treat at the café around the corner or the near-by diner.

You wandered back into the sitting room, pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge and pouring yourself a glass. You sat back down on your couch, your mind now on high alert that he was coming to see you, thinking of all the ways tonight is going to go down.

He has fucked you senseless in every corner of this place.

From your location on the couch where you straddled him one lazy Sunday morning he was off work, the tiny kitchen table now being held together by prayers after you both came back here drunk from separate nights out, or the shower where two weeks previous he teased you until you were delirious before pinning you against the tiled wall. You didn’t have time to register anything else when your obnoxious buzzer rang throughout the apartment. You buzzed him up and left the front door open. You go to fix him a glass of wine and change the channel to a random news station. You’re still in the kitchen when you hear him drop his bags near the door and take his shoes off before you go to meet him in the sitting room.

He looks sexy but exhausted. The circles under his eyes evident, and you wonder why he came here instead of straight to his place. His hair is sticking in all directions in desperate need of a trim, and his shirt is creased from sitting on the plane. He’s attempting to take off his tie as he wanders over to you, interrupting the process by giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“Here, let me,” you hand him the glass of wine before you slide it from around his neck quickly; you fold it neatly and hand it back to him. He gives you a small smile before stuffing it into his pocket and downing the rest of the glass of wine. He places the glass down on the coffee table before gathering you into his arms and a tight hug.

“You look beautiful as always,” he mumbled in your ear. “This for me?” his fingers rub the strap of the fabric.

“Yeah, I got it a few weeks ago. You like?” he nods his head, his eyes trailing all over your body, his hands following their path. The flimsy material did little to hide anything from him.

“I love your body, “ his hands grip your hips, pushing them into his, feeling him get hard through his slacks, “knowing you were waiting for me, in this…” he gripped the back of your head before clashing your lips together.

His hands wandered around you, cupping your ass, making their way up the back of the thin vest, his fingers running down your spine as you get to work, unbuttoning his shirt, as soon as you could get your hands to feel the flesh underneath you did, your nails digging into his shoulders. He broke the kiss and took your hand in his, and lead you to your bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and by instinct, you knelt between his thighs, your lips meeting again. This time your hand was rubbing the bulge; his were tangled in your hair. You wasted no time in undoing his trousers and releasing him from his boxers. He sucked in his breath when he felt your lips on his hips and nipping at his thighs as you gripped him, squeezing his base with every fluid motion. His finger tangles back into your hair when he feels your tongue lick the head of his cock, your lips wrap around him, sliding him down your throat with ease. Although he was bigger than other guys you have been with, you had enough practice with him. You look up at him; he was staring back at you.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he encourages you, as he grips your hair tighter and you open your mouth wider, signalling him that he’s in control.

Looking at him above you, his hair even messier than before and his lip tucked behind his teeth, you could feel how wet you were getting. You were sure he could see how hard your nipples were through the flimsy material covering you. You couldn’t control yourself; the hand not working on him goes between your legs and dips into your centre to find yourself right before you circled your clit, moaning as you continued to suck him off.

He lifted your head off his cock, spit dripping down your chin.

“Are you touching yourself? Does sucking my cock get you off? “ You nod your head.

“ I want you to show me how you do it..”

This was a new idea from him.

You stand up and take off your chemise and underwear before you crawl onto the bed. As you settle down on the pillow, he stands up too and undresses before settling between your thighs on his knees. You pinch your nipples hard and let out a moan as you feel his fingers lightly trace the outside of your thighs. You move your hand down between your legs before you settle your fingers back into your centre, curling them to reach the spot he does with ease. You crane your head back and let out a sigh as you settle back into a rhythm, occasionally pulling out to circle the bundle of nerves that makes your leg twitch and your hips match your hands. You feel him pin you down to the mattress.

“Look at me, Y/N, “ Your eyes snap open as they meet his, now completely black, the hand not on your hip, slowly stroking himself. “This is better than I imagined. Is this what you do when no one is around to fuck you?”

You nod your head as you let his name sigh from your lips. You can feel how close you are; you’re now dripping between your thighs, a thin sheen of sweat now covering your body, and he knows it too. He bends his head down, his hair lightly tickling your chest, and his mouth finds your hard nipple, his teeth sinking into it lightly before he circles his tongue around it. That’s all you need from him to let go, his mouth moving to yours to capture your screams, and you rode out your orgasm. You open your eyes to see him staring at you, still hard. He lifts the hand between your thighs and licks your two fingers clean as he stares at you. His actions turned you on further as you felt yourself throb.

Nothing else needed to be said between you. He climbs on top of you and settles himself between your thighs. He nips at your neck before he slips in; you can feel yourself grip around his cock, still not used to his size. He pauses for a moment before he slams back into you, hissing in your ear. By instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, letting him go deeper, hitting your cervix as he bottoms out; It should hurt but it feels like heaven. He settles into a quick rhythm, fucking whatever problems he had out on you, but you don’t care. The feeling is building up in the pit of your stomach quickly as moans slip from your mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps, a smirk on his lips.

He knows that you’re in the same delirious state as him. His hair is matted around the base of his neck; you can feel it around your fingers, which have tangled themselves there.

“Come for me, Spence, I’m close…so close…” you beg him.

“Me too, won’t last long…”

One of his hands moves from above your head to the headboard to keep up the rhythm as one of your hand moves between your legs, and you rub your clit, he stares down at the show before kissing you again. You bite his lip and tighten even further around him as your orgasm washes over you, chanting his name as he continues to ram into you. A few more sloppy strokes, and he joins you, swear words fall from his mouth, and his eyes squeeze closed. He pecks your lips again before he collapses next to you. You both lay there for a few moments trying to catch your breath before you get up to clean yourself off in the bathroom. Staring in the mirror, you can see some red marks on your neck from him already appearing. You pop back into your kitchen to grab some water before you head back into your room. He’s put his boxers back on and is sitting up against the headboard.

“Here, I figured you’d want one” you hand over a bottle as he gives you a soft smile.

“Thanks for letting me come over.”

“Well, it wasn’t a hard decision, a hot FBI agent who wants to have sex with me…” he rolls his eyes at your playfulness as he takes a swig.

“Well, this FBI agent is tired now after no sleep for nearly 30 hours, so how about we finish this off in the morning and some pancakes?”

What girl can say no to that?

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader smut #mgg #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x yn

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Secret Relationship

Harvey Specter x Reader

Summary: The reader and Harvey have known each other for years, despite the age difference something changes for both of them.

Prompt: “I apologise sincerely if my handsome face has kept you awake all night.”

A/N: this was a similar dream I had last night and was the inspo I needed to write.

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Neither of you knew how it happened, it just did. One day you saw the one and only Harvey Specter in a different light and he was the same with you.

You had known him for years with him being a friend of the family, and you always had a crush on him but never acted on it because let’s face it you were ten years younger than him and he was your dad’s best friend. But that didn’t stop you swooning over him every time he came round for dinner or when he would help you with your studying.

But fast forward to you finishing law school, he helped you land a job at the firm.

It was a week before you were due to start as an associate, which was a perfect excuse to go shopping to get a more suitable wardrobe for work. So here you were on a Friday night sorting your wardrobe out to make room for your new clothes when you heard your doorbell ring, leaving you slightly puzzled as you weren't expecting anyone and hadn’t ordered food yet.

Pausing your music, you made your way to the door, the only sound was your bare feet on the hardwood floor. Without thinking you opened the door to see Harvey standing there, with that goddamn smile that made you fall for him all those years ago.

“Harvey” you said, looking down at your appearance and suddenly feeling self conscious as you stood there in your plaid pyjama shorts and a vest top with no bra on. Your hair was a mess from not long getting out the shower and you had no makeup on.

“What are you doing here?” You finally managed to mumble letting him into your apartment.

“Well I thought I would stop by as we never celebrated you finishing law school and landing a job at the firm” he smirked waving the bottle of scotch in his hand.

“Urm yeah sure” you mumbled as your skin heated up from embarrassment. “Let me go get changed”

“Sweetheart what’s got you all nervous?” He asked with a smirk on his face as he stepped closer to you.

He knew, of course he knew. This was Harvey Specter. He wasn’t stupid. And you were damn sure he could hear how fast your heart was pounding against your rib cage.

The words were stuck in your throat, your feet were frozen in place.

“You don’t need to get changed okay” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “In fact I’m going to get changed myself”

“You don’t have any clothes here Harvey” you mumbled feeling confused about why he would be getting changed.

“I brought a change of clothes with me” he winked, picking up his duffel bag from your sofa, the bag you were too preoccupied to notice.

So here you were standing in the middle of your apartment feeling like a teenage girl again. Trying to decide if Harvey was actually flirting with you or if you had made it all up in your head.

“Everything okay sweetheart?” Harvey asked, squeezing your shoulders.

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?” You stuttered mentally cursing yourself. “But isn’t this inappropriate?”

“Why do you ask that?” He asked.

“Because you are my dad's best friend Harvey, there’s ten years between us and come next week you will essentially be my boss” you sighed realising that this might be the best you would get with the man you had spent so many nights dreaming of.

“Listen to me okay” he whispered, spinning you around so you were facing him, his hands resting on your hips and his thumb gently grazing your skin. “I don’t know when it happened but recently I can’t get you out of my head, and I guess I wanted to test the waters. I know that the timing probably isn’t great but I can’t hold back any longer. And don’t say you don’t want this to happen because I’ve seen the looks you give me when you think I’m not looking”

“This has got to be a dream” you mumbled biting down on your lip.

“If this was a dream would I be able to do this?” He smirked before his lips made contact with yours.

It took you a couple of seconds to realise what was happening. But the moment you did your arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled you closer to him. It was like your body was electric, the sparks you felt as he deepened the kiss, it was like you were floating. And you didn’t even realise he had walked you back to your sofa until you landed on the soft fabric with him on top of you.

“Do you think we can make this work?” You whispered against his lips, your eyes still closed.

“I’m willing to give it a try if you do” he whispered before gently kissing you again.

You and Harvey had now been dating for seven months now and not a soul knew. How you had both managed to keep the relationship secret when you basically worked together you had no clue. But you didn’t realise things were going to get harder.

Letting yourself into his apartment, a smile graced your face as the smell of your boyfriend filled your senses making you relax. Harvey was still at the office but that didn’t mean you couldn’t start dinner. You knew he would be stressed when he got back but you didn’t realise that would lead to your secret being harder to keep.

You were in your own little and didn't hear Harvey get back until you felt his arms wrap around your waist and his head rest on your shoulder.

“God I love getting home to find you here in just my shirt” he whispered “you make the shitty days better”

“What happened in the meeting?” You asked as you span around, running your hand through his hair.

“As punishment I’m now in charge of the associates” he whispered.

“Well we will just have to be even more sneaky then won’t we” you whispered trying to keep him calm. “You might have to calm down on the sneaky kisses”

“Nope not doing it” he pouted “your kisses get me through the day”

“We will figure something out” you whispered, kissing him softly.

It was now the next morning and tired was an understatement considering Harvey kept you up most of the night. Wandering into the kitchen you grabbed your smokes on the way and headed out to the balcony. To find Harvey sat out here reading the paper. He had already brought your coffee out with him.

“Go easy on me today” you laughed. “Seen as it is your fault I’m so tired”

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time sweetheart” he winked putting his paper down. “But I apologise sincerely if my handsome face has kept you awake all night.”

“Hmmm” you winked while lighting your cigarette.

“I best get going” he smiled standing up placing a kiss on your head “I shall see you at the office”

Walking through the office with a very large coffee in hand you knew you were late but didn’t care you needed the caffeine today. What you didn’t expect was to see Harvey sat at your desk, leaning back in your chair.

“Nice of you to join us today, miss Y/L/N” he scolded.

“Morning to you to” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Less of the attitude please, you show up late to work and have the audacity to sass me” Harvey snapped shaking his head. “I’m pulling you on the case you were working on and you can find yourself going over the 30 briefs that are in the filing room and I want them done by lunch”

“But” you tried to speak but he interrupted you.

“No buts now go, they aren’t going to read themselves” he smirked as he pulled his phone out.

As you were walking to the file room your phone buzzed.

New message: Specter 💜

Great acting baby, don’t worry there is only like two briefs I’m not gonna do my girl dirty like that 😜 x

Shaking your head as you pushed the door open. You saw Donna leaning against the desk with a smirk on her face. Since you started working at the firm you and her got extremely close.

“So Y/N is there anything you want to tell me?” She grinned.

“Urm Nope” you shrugged, placing your bag and phone on the desk. Forgetting that your phone was unlocked and your background was you and Harvey laid in bed.

“You may want to keep your phone locked if you don’t want people to know about you and Harvey” she whispered.

“Oh shit” you panicked fumbling for your phone.

“It’s fine I knew about you two a couple of months ago” she smirked “I mean it didn’t take me long to out two and two together”

“Please don’t say anything” you pleaded.

“Only if you come for drinks tonight and tell me everything” she grinned.

“Deal” you nodded just as Harvey walked into the room with that cocky smirk on his face.

“I shall leave you two alone” Donna winked “don’t worry I will text you if anyone comes”

As she walked off she smirked at Harvey before leaving the room.

“What was that about?” He asked as he pulled you close to him.

“She knows about us” you laughed.

“Of course she does” Harvey chuckled “she is Donna after all”

“I think it’s time we came clean with my dad” you whispered.

“I was thinking the same thing sweetheart how about we invite him over for dinner tonight and don’t worry no matter what his reaction is I will still be here and it will not change how much I love you” he smiled kissing you softly.

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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‘Till My Last Dying Breath

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: CM level of violence, guns and the use of, mentions of injures, blood and kidnapping and like one swear word.

Category: Angst

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Some good old 3am Hotch angst, very on brand for me :)

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Love was like alcohol. Some people have the occasional drink and they’re happy. Others prefer to stay away from it for various reasons while others need it. Need it to function, to get through the day, to feel something.

An addiction.

He was an addiction and one you’d have ‘till your dying breath.

His face, his hands, his touch, his smile, you needed him in every sense of the word. Aaron was the one thing holding you in place and he didn’t even know it. For someone whose job it was to notice the little details, he was oblivious to his own life and your feelings.

You clung onto his hand as he leaned over you, “hold on, the medics are almost here” his other hand was pressed to your side, covering the gaping bullet wound in your side. “Aaron” you breathe, “y/n, don’t. Save your strength”

“You can't save everyone Aaron” you whisper, your grip beginning to loosen on his hand.

The panic in his eyes isn't as well hidden as he hoped, the red liquid staining his shirt sleeve and his hand. Your breathing slow and weak, you were slipping and slipping fast.

“I can save you. It's my job” he breathed, his words barely coming out, he worried if he spoke any louder he’d hurt you more than you were already hurt. Seeing that it was his fault that you were in this position anyways.

It should have been him.

An Hour Prior

“Did you find anything ?” Hotch’s voice carried across the room as you walked back in with Spencer. Spencer shook his head and you opted to actually answer him, “lead was a bust, there isn't even a house there”

“What do you mean there’s no house?” Derek spat, “Didn’t Garica say there was?”

“Okay relax, I know she did but there isn't so what do you want me to do?” you rolled your eyes and sat down at the table.

“Cut the attitude l/n, we’re all tired. Get it together” Hotch said, harsher then he’s ever spoken to you.

The case was getting to everyone, the team had spent the last five days in a small town in Colorado. They had been looking for three missing women, one had turned up dead and the other was alive but not without signs of trauma and abuse. The third one is still missing and the girl who had survived didn't seem to have answers or remember where she was coming from. The frustration began to set in and everyone just wanted to go home already. Derek was on the phone with Penelope trying to figure out where the missing house really was. The room was quiet other than JJ and Emily going over the theories at the end of the table. “Hotch, Garica’s sending you another address” Derek told him, he nodded.

“L/n you’re with me, let’s go.”

You held back the urge to roll your eyes as you followed him out of the station, the two of you drove in silence. You wanted to know why he spoke to you that way, no matter how upset he was, he never did so what changed today? “Seriously, what’s your issue ?” looking towards the man in the driver’s seat. His permanent look of seriousness on his face, his brows furrowed slightly. “What issue ?”

“Why’d you tell me to cut the attitude? Derek started it”

“Derek is a grown man, he’s been a part of this team longer than you. Know your place”

“My place ? Are you fuckin-”

“Be quiet, we’re here and there’s someone outside” he stopped half way down the street on the other side. The two of you looked at the house that Garica sent the address too. There was a man outside, smoking on the porch, his clothes covered in blood. “Do you think-” “yeah, we go in on my count” Aaron told you, strapping his vest on.

You weren’t one to wait for directions, hence why Aaron was upset to begin with. He wasn't exactly pleased when you got out of the SUV and sprinted to the house. Gun drawn and pointed at the man, he dropped the cigarette and ran into the house, following after him.

“FBI! Stop!” you sprinted up the stairs as he ran. The sound of a door slamming and Aaron’s voice in the background were the only sounds you were hearing until a woman screamed. You pushed on the door but it was locked. You tried slamming into it with your shoulder but it wouldn't budge, taking a step back before you kicked the door with everything in you and the door swung open and slammed into the wall. The man’s head shot up, he leant over the girl who was strapped to the chair.

“Let her go” you tell him, your gun pointed directly at him as you slowly make your way into the room. You take in the room, the smell of old blood and rotting flesh fills your nose, enough to make your eyes water and make you gag. You held yourself together, looking over at the girl. She was strapped to the chair, the rope around her soaked in blood and every inch of exposed skin was now hues of purple, blue and black. There were gashes in various parts of her body, no doubt she had taken the brunt of the beatings as none of the other girls looked as wounded as her.

“I can't” he whispered, his hand brushed across her cheek, she whimpered.

“She’s innocent, she didn’t do anything to you” you take a step closer, lowering your gun. Aaron’s heavy footsteps echoed through the house. “What was that?” the man’s head whipped in your direction, his eyes flickering back and forth through the doorway. “Nothing, you stepped on the loose board” your heart pounding in your chest as the man made his way towards you. No matter how many times you did this, it didn't get any less scary. Your gun raised again, pointed at the man who was in front of you, your eyes flickering to the woman in the chair.

“Any closer and I will shoot you.”

“I’m not scared of you” he smiled mischievously at you

“And I'm not scared of you” you reply, deadpan.

“You shouldn’t be. I would never hurt a beautiful person like you.” His words sent chills down your spine, not the good kind either. Aaron appeared behind you, his sudden presence startling the man, his reflexes kicking in as he grabs your gun and pulling you towards him.

“What are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here” the man had your gun pressed to your head, right against your temple. Aaron’s gun was pointed at the man. “Let them go” he tells the man, who again, does not do as he’s told. “Move,” he waves the gun in a sideways motion, “let me go and you can take the girl” he steps forward, pushing your body as he moves.

“I don’t want the girl, I want agent l/n back”

The man froze, he was evaluating his options. Let you go and he gets to keep the girl and the other option is to die. There was no way in hell he was going to give up without a fight, “I'll give you the girl and your agent, if and only if you let me go”

Aaron’s face twisted before it relaxed, almost like he had given in. You knew Aaron better than the unsub did, hence why your beating heart settled when he gave you a look. A look of certainty, of trust.

“Go,” he stepped from the doorway, “let them go and you can go”

“Nuh uh, I'm taking them down with me, that’s the only way I know you’ll let me go”

Aaron nodded, the man pushed you down the stairs with him. “Why are you doing this?” you ask him, the gun was still pressed against your temple it was surely going to leave a mark.

“Doing what sweetheart?” he breathed, his breath hot against your ear making you feel disgusting and uncomfortable.

“Why did you take those girls? I need to know” you didn't care, you were buying Aaron time. Time to check on the girl, to get back up to the house, to get you out of there. You trusted that man with your life although he was the biggest pain in your ass.

“I needed them” he gives you a simple answer.

“Needed them for what?”

“To satisfy my needs”

“And what needs are those ?” you question him again.

“You sure are a nosy bitch” he grumbles.

Aaron’s steps shake the house and he runs down - basically jumps down the stairs. His gun pointed again at the man behind you. “I gave you a chance, you’re still here. Let them go or I will shoot you” Aaron says, the man laughed wickedly.

“No thanks agent”

“I’m not asking you again”

Aaron's gun clicked, the trigger pressed slightly. The man loosens his grip on you slightly, your gun is now pointed at Aaron.

It all happened so fast, the sound of the trigger being pressed behind you was enough to make you move to the side, the bullet went in through your back and out the front of your stomach. Aaron’s gun goes off next, the sound of multiple shots ringing through the house and the man behind you falling to the ground, the gun dropping from his hand. You were in shock, your hand pressed to your side, Aaron’s gun still pointed at the man as he stepped towards him, kicking the gun from beside him.

Aaron’s gun clicked once more, a single shot echoes through the house before you fall to the ground with a thud. He turns and you’re on the ground, hand clinging to your side as the blood slips through your fingers. Aaron’s hand replaces yours, his other hand coming up speaking into the coms, calling for medical backup. Your vision blurry and your body weak, you reach for Aaron’s hand. Your blood soaked one wrapping around his. You clung onto his hand as he leaned over you, “hold on, the medics are almost here” his other hand was pressed to your side, covering the gaping bullet wound in your side.

“Aaron” you breathe,

“Y/n, don’t. Save your strength”

“You can't save everyone Aaron” you whisper, your grip beginning to loosen on his hand.The panic in his eyes isn't as well hidden as he hoped, the red liquid staining his shirt sleeve and his hand. Your breathing slow and weak, you were slipping and slipping fast. “I can save you. It's my job” he breathed, his words barely coming out, he worried if he spoke any louder he’d hurt you more than you were already hurt. Seeing that it was his fault that you were in this position anyways.

It should have been him.

“Hey, you know I-” you start, his other hand brushes your hair away from your forehead. “No, I know.” he breathes, a small smile on your face. If this was your time, so be it. At least you’d go looking at the man you loved.

Your eyes felt heavy, fluttering close. Aaron’s hand patted your face a few times, “hey, stay with me. Hear that ?” the sirens blared but they sounded far, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

You knew you weren't going to make it.

This was it.

“Aaron,” you mutter, a cough cutting off your words and the blood spattered onto your cheek. “Y/n?” Aaron called, his eyes glued to you. “I- I,” your breathing was heavy, it hurt to speak. “What is it?” Aaron’s look hurt, the sadness visible on his face, it hurt you to know that you’d be leaving him shortly.

“I love you” you admit, the last words you’d speak to him.

Aaron’s expression softened, a faint gasp leaving his throat. You look at him one last time. The way his hair flopped over his face, his blood soaked hands, the way his hand felt pressed against you and lastly, the expression on his face when you told him what you had been dying to tell him since you met him. Aaron’s voice rings through your ears, “I love you too” the last words he’d ever speak to you and the last words you’d ever hear.

A dying confession of love seemed a fitting way to end things.

You love him and you always will, you loved him until your last dying breath.

Your love for him was an addiction.

He was an addiction and one you couldn’t seem to quit, one that was with you ‘till your last dying breath.

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Sweet but Fierce S/O

**some of these are more blurbs than headcanons... what can I say, it got away from me

Mando:

The duality is something Mando sees often with you, and he can’t deny that he loves it. You aren’t just sweet and soft with him, an experienced bounty hunter who by definition was the opposite of soft, but you were so good with the Child. You could get him to sleep like you had cast a spell over him, fed and played and talked with him as if you could actually understand his babbling. Soft and sweet wasn’t something Mando saw often in his life and now he can’t get enough of it.

But Mando is familiar with fierce, and seeing the way you protect the Child and his beskar-clad father? It honestly turns him on beyond comprehension. How can the same hands that provide comfort and care so readily also viciously break the bones in the wrist of someone unfortunate enough to have made a grab for the Child? How can the same hands that make warm, delicious food for your little clan (a habit you picked up after balking at Mando’s tendency to survive solely on ration bars) also steadily hold a blaster to the temple of an idiot who tried to remove Mando’s helmet?

As a Mandalorian, he is so used to the world being black and white, either or. Every bit of you is refreshing to him - the considerate gestures, the soothing touches, the biting need to protect those you love. It’s a precious quality.

It’s also incredibly attractive. Mandalorian culture is based in caring for and protecting children, so seeing you so fiercely loving?? Basically it makes him want to rail you into oblivion, but that’s neither here nor there.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

Frankie could use a little sweetness in his life. It’s been a tough time, coming back from all that shit that went down in South America. He was closer than ever with the boys of course, but something was missing. He needed something more. So when Pope introduced you to him at his barbeque, Frankie was beyond interested.

It was a whirlwind, falling in love with you. You changed his life in the best ways; taught him which yoga poses would help with his achy back, filled his house with soft blankets and delicious coffees, listened to him ramble on as he drove. And the way you talked about your work, your career? It’s enamoring.

Your work is how he gets to see that fierce side. The two of you were out to lunch when your phone rang - it was one of your clients, apparently dealing with some sort of crisis. Frankie couldn’t deny you when you asked him to drive you to her home, especially since he had driven you to the small restaurant. Frankie leans against his car door as you go up to her house.

Apparently her landlord was illegally trying to evict her. You have no issue getting in his face and telling him with a terrifying kind of calm that you have no issue calling the police and your company’s lawyers. You’ll have him buried in litigation and fines for the next decade if he doesn’t stop being a greedy piece of shit and go about his day elsewhere. If that wasn’t enough to have Frankie wide eyed (and drooling just a bit tbh), you seem to fall right back into your sweet self as you calm your client and reassure her that all will be fine.

Hell, maybe Frankie could use a little spitfire in his life, too.

Javier Peña:

How? Just. How?

Javier doesn't understand how you've managed to be so sweet when surrounded by the shit you both worked with everyday. Your eyes are so bright and soft, your smiles easy and pure, every gesture full of unwavering kindness. Working in admin meant you saw all of the reports, all of the gruesome pictures of the aftermath of Escobar’s men. So again: how?

Christ, you always offer to get coffees for him and Murphy on those endlessly long days where every lead seems to fizzle out and he wants nothing more than to put his hand through a wall. Your presence is a bright spot in the office, even when the rain clouds hang heavy around his head.

Javier seeks you out on those bad days. It isn’t intentional - usually, at least. He’ll tell Murphy he needs to go for a walk before he starts throwing things and will find himself at your desk with you looking up at him with those big, soft eyes and asking if you can help at all. If only he had the words to tell you that your presence was helpful in and of itself.

Eventually Murphy gets onto him about it, tells him to just ask you out already because he’s tired of the longing. So Javi bucks up and makes his way to your desk with a surprising amount of nerves in his stomach. Fuck, how long had it been since he asked someone on an actual date and not just out to drinks as a prelude to fucking?

The sight of Agent Buchanan perched slightly on the edge of your desk gives him pause. The man is obviously laying on the charm and Javi is about to turn on his heel when he notices how uncomfortable you look. Javi’s eyes narrow because seriously? This dude is gonna fuck with the one literal ray of sunshine in the office? Buchanan leans forward and places his hand on your thigh and that’s when Javier is marching forward to break his spine in fucking half…

Before he can even get to you, you slip your fingers under his and give him that soft, sweet smile… and Buchanan’s middle finger is shoved back at a vicious angle. Over his pained sounds, Javier can hear the anger in your voice. “I said no thank you, asshole.”

Holy fuck. If Javier was interested before, he’s downright obsessed now.

And as always, the honorable mention of Javier’s innocence kink.

Ezra:

At first Ezra thinks it's some sort of bluff, the charming and easygoing nature you portrayed. When you came across him in the Green wounded and in dire need of a new filter and probably a meal or two, you just… helped him. His very own partner left him for dead, and here you were, offering him a lifeline without expecting anything in return.

Yeah, no. That’s not something that happens, especially not in the Green.

He isn’t afraid to call you on it, either. This man is straight and to the point in every aspect of his life, might as well do the same in his death instead of getting jerked around. But you just… grinned, all conspiratorial, and whispered, “I’m actually just using you for good karma. This is a selfish act, don’t worry.”

Huh.

It takes Ezra a moment to be assured that you aren’t playing some kind of long con as you nurse him back to health. You still clean his wounds and force him to take medication to help his lungs recover from the toxic air with confidence and ease despite his untrusting looks. Once he gets over his fears, there’s no getting rid of him. Ezra likes you. He likes the sweetness, the gentle touches. That’s why he offers you his partnership and beams when you accept.

Besides simply liking you, your kindness is a rarity that sparks a deep need in Ezra to keep you safe, protected. The idea of you harvesting on your own with no one to watch your back makes him feel sick to his stomach.

It’s the third day he’s out harvesting with you that he realizes you absolutely do not need his protection. You hear the duo approaching before Ezra does and immediately shove him into the raised, gnarled roots behind a tree - and the shot that would’ve caught him in the chest flies harmlessly past. Before Ezra can tell you to stay put and let him handle it, you’re scrambling out from behind the tree and he can hear the sound of your thrower discharging and a body crumpling to the ground.

Ezra shoots out to help but you’re trying to wrestle the other man to the ground and Kevva damnit, he can’t get a clear shot with all that writhing about. Just as he goes to jump into the mix, whatever hold you have on the man straightens his arm out behind his back in a harsh, unforgiving line. The man’s thrower slips from his incapacitated hand and the sight of you snatching up midair and firing it right through his helmet has to be the most erotic thing Ezra has ever seen.

You can expect this man to wax poetic about the twofold of your personality for hours. Goes on and on about how he loves seeing the different ways you light up: in passion, in pleasure, in anger. It’s downright titillating.

Marcus Pike:

Working with you gives leaves Marcus in the perfect position to see both sides. You’re so compassionate with the victims as you guide them through the legal processes but you also look ridiculously hot with a gun in your hand. Or while you pull on your bulletproof vest. Or when you’re strapping a holster to your thigh.

What can he say, Marcus can’t get enough of you either way.

He loves when you give him that grateful smile when he brings you a coffee. The shoulder rubs you give him when he’s been sitting at his desk for too long leave him hazy with a mix of love and pleasure. The way you open your arms up for him to crawl into bed, still half asleep but still wanting him against you… it was pure heaven.

Marcus also loves the hard edge in your voice when you’re interrogating a suspect. He loves the fire in your eyes when he wraps a hand around your throat and growls out exactly what he’s going to do to you, that bratty energy radiating off you and filling him with the need to break you down until he gets to see the pretty, begging glimmer of his sweet little thing again.

Max Phillips:

Max is the kind of man who loves having a pretty, wide eyed thing beneath him, watching their face morph into that surprised pleasure. That’s exactly what he’s gonna get from you, too. He just knows it.

You’re the kind of person everyone loves working with, always offering a smile and kind words throughout the day. You work so hard and so diligently, that work ethic is something that leaves you offering your assistance when you’ve finished up before closing time. Max thrives on those moments where you peek into his office and ask if there’s anything he needs - maybe a coffee or some help with some paperwork.

One day he decides, fuck it. Throws caution to the wind because hey, this is Max fucking Phillips we’re talking about here. So he waves you in when you pop by, lets you sit in one of the chairs on the other side of his desk, and whispers “You can help by bending that pretty little ass over my desk.”, his hands braced on either armrest.

The last thing Max expects is a harsh smack across his face. He stumbles back, eyes wide as you stand and glare at him. “Go fuck yourself, Phillips.”

Okay, yeah. He deserved that. The great thing about him, though? Max also loves the chase. And what could be better than slowly but surely convincing you that the best thing for you is letting him rail you into oblivion?

Pero Tovar:

Before he sees that fierce side of you, Pero keeps his distance. He’s a sellsword for god’s sake, he feels he has no business around such softness. He’ll hurt you, he’s sure of it. But that doesn’t stop him from looking. Pero often sees you in the market and every time, you take his breath away. You could usually be found aiding an elder in gathering their shopping into their carts or kneeling down to speak with the local children running amok.

As a man who spent his life surrounded by battle and hardship, it was a nice change.

It wasn’t long until he caught your eye, and Pero floundered. He didn’t know what to do with that first small gesture - he just stared at you when you offered him a small bundle of cheeses and meat to aid him on his two month long journey he was about to set off on. Of course he later cursed himself for the stunned silence he offered in response to your well wishes and the small wave you gave before you left him standing like a fool next to his horse.

Pero would thank you properly when he returned, that was the resolve he came to while away. You deserved to hear the words at the very least. He takes a moment to clean up before he sets out to find you, not wanting you to see him covered in grime, and as always, he spots you within moments of entering the village. Except something is… off. Your face through the shop window lacks it’s usual brightness, your eyebrows pinched together, something akin to fear replacing the brightness your eyes usually held. That’s when Pero realizes there’s a man holding a dagger to the shopkeeper and demanding the man's coin.

By the time Pero has his own dagger in hand and shoves through the door, the man is already crumpling to the ground from the harsh kick you landed at the back of his knee. Pero watches in awe as you take advantage of his confusion to snatch the blade from his hand and point it at him with your foot pressed firm to his back.

Despite just how amazing you look like that, Pero takes over quickly, wanting you out of harm’s way immediately. The assailant is taken care of after a small struggle and when you rush towards him to make sure he isn’t hurt, a fire lights in his belly. As you fret over him, your soft hands searching for any harm to his scarred, calloused skin, Pero knows. He’s found his person, he can feel it in his gut, deep in his bones.

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Chapter 33

Misaki snuggled closer to the older man, pressing his nose to Usagi's; the two were lying in bed the night before Misaki started his first day as Usagi’s assistant. He was hesitant, but he didn't want to let on how uneasy he felt. Misaki Grinned as he wrapped his arms around Usagi.

Usagi: Misaki what are you doing?

Misaki: Cuddling? Is that not okay?

Usagi: No; it's fine, but I thought you said you didn't want to do that tonight.

Misaki: I said no sex. I didn't say we couldn't cuddle.

Usagi: Alright, (Wraps arms around Misaki). Now, do you want to tell me what's bugging you?

Misaki: *Grins nervously* How did you know?

Usagi: Because *Kisses Misaki's head* I know you.

Misaki: I'm nervous about tomorrow? *Sighs* Maybe that's not the right word... I think I'm a little hesitant?

Usagi: *Sits up* Wait why? *grabs Misaki's hand* Do you not want to work with me?

Misaki: What? of course I want to work with you, it's just, I don't know Usagi. What if this doesn't work out, or leads to like us fighting a lot or something?

Usagi: If that's the reason you're hesitant about tomorrow, then you have nothing to worry about.

Misaki: What if people think I only got the job because of you? Or like, I'm basically being paid to hang out with you?

Usagi: The company is paying you, I'm not. You're not being paid to hang out with me, anyway. It's your job to help me with things I'm not great at.

Misaki: Usagi I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you worry.

Usagi: I always know when something is up with you.

Misaki: *Sits up, leans into Usagi's chest* Yeah, I know.

Usagi: *Runs fingers through Misakis hair* Hey, remember earlier today when you said you hated my ties?

Misaki: *Groans* I didn't say that! I said I thought you'd be more comfortable if you wore other things than ties all the time. Stop twisting my words. *Rolls eyes*

Usagi: *Laughs* You're too cute. *Kisses Misaki's Cheek*

Misaki: Stop! What's your point?

Usagi: My point is, *Wraps his arms around Misaki* Maybe we should dress each other tomorrow.

Misaki: What do you mean?

Usagi: Like pick out each other's outfits.

Misaki: What, why?

Usagi: Look, I'll see if you can pick out a more comfortable outfit than my ties.

Misaki: I promise you I can. I picked out all the ones after you were in the hospital.

Usagi: I know that; but I mean a work outfit.

Misaki: okay, and you think you can choose a great outfit for me?

Usagi: *Rolls eyes* Yeah, Of course. I mean, I picked out all your suits.

Misaki: Most of them, I never wear them. On that note, I will not wear a suit tomorrow.

Usagi: Fine, not suits for you, or ties. *Pauses* Then you can't pick out a sweater vest for me.

Misaki: You only own like two. You look good in them.

Usagi: I'm not wearing any.

Misaki: Fine, we have the terms down.

Usagi: *Laughs* It's not a contract.

Misaki: *Giggles* I know. *Looks at the clock on the bedside table. * It's getting late Usagi, we should get some sleep.

Usagi: It's only midnight.

Misaki: Yeah, I know. *Lays down, pulling covers to his chin* Goodnight, I love you.

Usagi: *Grins* I love you too. *Runs his fingers through Misaki's hair.

Misaki: *Looks up at him* Are you going to sleep?

Usagi: Soon.

Misaki: Are you okay?

Usagi: Yeah, I am. There's something I need to do before Eri comes in the morning. *Gets up, walking over to Misaki*

Misaki: Okay.

Usagi: *Kisses the younger boy on the head* Get some sleep, I'll be back soon.

Misaki: Okay.

Usagi: *Smiles softly at Misaki, then walks out of the room*

Usagi sits in his office putting finishing touches on his manuscript, then sends it off to Eri. It's one-thirty when he's finally done. The older man walks slowly into the bedroom, not wanting to wake his fiance, Usagi slowly crawls into bed, wrapping his arms around the younger boy taking in his scent. Misaki's breathing is soft, he's almost purring. The older man smiles, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Misaki sits up, his boyfriend grinning at him from the edge of the bed.

Misaki: What are you doing so early?

Usagi: It's only six-thirty.

Misaki: It is early, especially for you.

Usagi: *Grabs Misaki's hand* Can't just be here with my boyfriend early in the morning, before his first day of work?

Misaki: Not unless you have an ulterior motive.

Usagi: What? No *Sighs* Misaki, I just love you, that's all.

Misaki: *Laughs* I love you too, so do you want to tell me what you're actually up to?

Usagi: Fine, I made you breakfast.

Misaki: *Gently beams, squeezing Usagi's hand* Usagi, you didn't have to do that.

Usagi: Of course I do, Misaki. You do so much for me; I mean, the least I could do is cook for you every once in a while.

Misaki: *Chuckles genty, looking deep into the older man's eyes* Okay, well we should go eat then.

Usagi: No, I'm bringing it to you.

Misaki: *Breathes out softly* Usagi. you don't have to do that. We can eat together at the table.

Usagi: No treating you to breakfast in bed. *Stands, letting go of Misaki's hand* I'll be back.

Misaki: Wait.

Usagi: What's wrong?

Misaki: Do you need any help?

Usagi: What I need you to do is to relax. *Leans down, kissing Misaki* Don't move* I'll be right back.

Misaki: But-

Usagi: I can't hear you, I'm going.

Misaki: *Slumps in bed*

Usagi: *Grins, Kissing Misaki*. His lips were sweet from the pancakes.

Misaki: Thank you Usagi, the coconut pancakes were amazing. I loved the Spicy bacon as well. *his eyes light up* everything was perfect.

Usagi: Thank you, I was hoping you would like it.

Misaki: *Leans in, giving Usagi a kiss* Um, *Clears throat*, It's getting -

Usagi: Late?

Misaki: Heh, I was going to say close to the time where we should get ready?

Usagi: Want to take a shower together?

Misaki: Heh, Um. Sure Usagi. But no funny business.

Usagi: So just like washing your hair, and body then?

Misaki: Fine.

Usagi: I'll take the dishes downstairs, then come back up here to the bathroom.

Misaki: Okay. *Stacks dishes, handing them to Usagi* I'm going to pick out your outfit.

Usagi: How long have you had it planned?

Misaki: *Laughs* Not long. *Kisses, the older man on his cheek* I'll see you in a minute.

Usagi: Okay.

Misaki giggles as the older man presses his lips to the nape of his neck, his hands exploring his body.

Misaki: Stop it Usagi, *Turns to face the man* I said no funny business.

Usagi: This is me washing your body with my hands.

Misaki: *Cupping the older man's face* I know, but the funny thing is... I didn't do this when I was washing you.

Usagi: You could've, no one stopped you.

Misaki: *Sighs* I know you want to have sex, and I promise we will, but after today. *Turns off the shower, reaches for a towel*

Usagi: I know, I'm just trying to help you relax.

Misaki: You have helped, breakfast help. *Dries his hair, tossing the towel on the floor* Now, we need to get dressed, because Eri gets here in an hour.

Usagi: Okay.

Misaki: Your outfit is on the bed.

Usagi: *Grins* Yours is hanging in the closet.

Misaki: If it-

Usagi: No suits, no ties. Promise. *Wraps arms around Misaki* You're going to look adorable though. *Kisses Misakis head* I love you.

Misaki: Oh no. *Looks at Usagi out of the side of his eye* If I look adorable, that means you have something picked out that's interesting.

Usagi: NOT TRUE. You're always adorable.

Misaki: I'm not wearing this!

The older boy stood in the closet, his arms folded; in front of him hung a sailor suit, something that looked like Suzuki-san once wore. Usagi smirked at him, tying a red tie onto the blue flannel that Misaki picked out. The younger boy paired the flannel with black jeans and black boots; Usagi loved the outfit. His Fiance really knew what he was doing with stuff like this.

Usagi: I knew that. *Laughs* I just wanted to see your reaction.

Misaki: *Pushes the older man* You suck.

Usagi: *Raises an eyebrow* Of course I do. Hands Misaki his outfit, blue slacks, a grey polo shirt, and white sneakers. *wraps arms around Misaki, whispering in his ear softly* You know, you should really get dressed. Eri will be here in about twenty minutes.

Misaki: Shut up. Go downstairs! I'll see you in ten.

Usagi: It's going to take you ten minutes?

Misaki: GO! *Pushes Usagi off of him*

Usagi: What?

Misaki: Your little joke is distracting me! Go away.

Usagi: I'm going. *Heads for the door*

Misaki: Hey, you look really nice.

Usagi: *Blushes* Thanks*.

Misaki smiled to himself, getting dressed. As nervous as he was for his first day being the great Akihiko Usami's assistant, he was just as happy that he was getting to be by his lover's side.

#usagi x misaki #misaki takahashi #junjou romantica #junjou romatica fanfiction #usaki #boys love #yaoi #Akihiro Usami

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Miguel Galindo NSFW Alphabet

I have never done one of these before and all my dear friends have done the SVU boys, so I branched out a little doing Miguel Galindo cause he is just a god. So please be kind x

This is dedicated to @beccabarba we have both crushing pretty hard as of late.

Warnings: Smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Miguel can go from calling you Puta and pulling at your hair slamming into you, to running a bubble bath, making you tea, rubbing your shoulders or holding you running his big warm long fingered hands up and down your back telling you how well you did and how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yours: His fingers and wrists. The way his long fingers brush across your skin sending shivers down your spine. The way they grab onto sheets of paper turning pages and the way they wrap around a glasses and your wrists pinning you down. His wrists are the most amazing things you have ever seen. You love wrapping your fingers around them, kissing down his arm starting there making him groan.

His: Your lips. He loves how plump and full they are. Especially when you have his favourite shade of lip stick on, down on your knees with your lips wrapped round his long thick cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Miguel is all about marking his territory showing everyone that you’re his. That includes coming anywhere on your body, your chest, stomach or ass. The feel of his hot salty cum running over your skin while be grunts over you makes you moan loud every time at his invisible marks.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If anyone was to know this about the cartel boss, he would never live it down, but sometimes- although not very often Miguel likes to be dominated. He likes after long days over the boarder once he is washed and fed for you to take over. He likes being pushed up against the wall, you kissing down his neck, undoing his shirt buttons, marking him, telling him what a good Papi he is to you and what you are going to do to him to make him groan your name.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

For a cartel boss he has hadn’t that much experience with too many other women, knowing most of them were gold diggers, but Miguel defiantly knows what he is doing with his cock, fingers and mouth most nights making you come multiple times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on your knees in front of him or doggy style. He loves your lips wrapped around him but he also likes thrusting into you hard and fast from behind, either one hand pushing you down into the surfaces he is fucking you on or his fingers in your hair pulling you up so your body is flush with his bucking up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Miguel does love having a good laugh with that grin that melts ice. He chuckles to himself with funny things you say and loves when your telling him funny stories about your day. His favourite Saturday night is watching a comedy curled up with you on the couch both giggling.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely. His well-groomed face says it all, although you do love when things are getting a little un-kept and it tickles your nose, it turns you on that little bit more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romance has never been an issue. Miguel will sweep you off your feet in more ways than one. Taking you out for romantic dinners a dress and shoeing arriving earlier in the day for you to wear for a date, sending flowers while his away and when you are out he always has a hand on your back, holds your hand or has his arm linked with yours. As much as you love when he gives it to you hard and rough, you also love when he takes his time with you whispering how much he loves you in your ear as he feels your inner walls flutter around him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When Miguel is home it’s not something he really has to do himself because you’re always there for him. But when he is away sometimes days and weeks at a time, you always know what it means if he asks for a photo or a video calls comes through, which you are always more than happy to assist with.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

When you’re on your knees and he is throat deep, you humming around him when his pre-cum hits your tongue and you reach up to cup his balls squeezing them gently. It drives Miguel crazy making him come on the spot or he pulls you up and off him pushing you on the bed and ramming into you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Of course in bed in your shared bedroom. But he loves quickies in the back of the car or bending you over his home office desk.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you walk into his office in a tight little dress showing off your curves, sitting on his lap running your fingers through his beard while you call him Papi or the way your run your pointer finger down his jaw line, batting your eye lashes and the way you purr his name.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There really isn’t much that Miguel wouldn’t do, he is up for anything. But he takes your lead on everything and if you don’t like it you say the word, it stops and it’s never done again.

When it comes to you he has no turns offs, he wouldn’t have brought you into his life, into his bed if there were. But he doesn’t like when you question your beauty. To him you are the most beautiful women he has seen and it upsets him when you think other wise taking every chance he can to tell you how beautiful you are so you never forget it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Miguel loves receiving there is no doubt, but he loves giving more. He knows how quickly he can make you come undone when he is between your thighs his beard running along your skin making you squirm, whimper and moan under him, screaming his name so loud making your throat burn.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both is good. When Miguel knows he is going away for an extended time you both take your time so you can feel every inch of each other knowing you’re going to miss each other.

But other times rough and fast is what gets you both off the quickest before you have somewhere to be or he has an appointment coming to the house for a meeting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Miguel does love a quickie. Sometimes you have both worked each other up that much whispering into each other’s ears that it doesn’t take long most often than not you both coming together or close together. But he does try for it not to happen too often so he can worship your body, the goddess that you are to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experiments are also on the table at least once. Miguel knows your body and so he will take a risk to a certain point. He knows if you’re getting to your limit but he also knows when something is giving you pure bliss he will push you as far as he can, unless you say otherwise.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stamina is never an issue, even after long work days and weeks. Miguel is always ready to go at a drop of a hat, sometimes after a long time away going two or three rounds a night making up for lost time, Miguel grateful not having to use his hand and can touch you, not see you over a screen.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Miguel loves toys he can control on you. Nothing turns him on more than when you’re dressed to the nines for an event talking to other partners of friends and business partners knowing that you have a vibrator in you that he put in there earlier that he is controlling from his phone. Only Miguel knows by your face, but you never show it to anyone else and he can’t wait to get you home to show you what a good girl you have been.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Miguel can be a real tease, whispering dirty things in your ear while smiling out into a crowded room and sending you dirty messages to fire you up. Saying dirty things in English and Spanish. He isn’t too unfair in the end always keeping to his word about what he is going to do to you once your home alone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Miguel grunts and groans, sometimes really loud after being away, other times it’s just a whisper leaving his lips, but either drives you crazy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Whether you’re in a simple pair of jeans and a top, dress pants and blouse, a sun dress or evening dress. Miguel loves watching when you peel your clothes off to see your bra and panties match your colour choice of clothing.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His tailored suits don’t really leave much to the imagination, especially in his vest and shirt. But when he is in boxers and shirtless, you can’t help but run your eyes down his tanned skin, broad strong muscly shoulders, solid chest and deliciously shaped abs, his hair on his chest just enough running down to the dip of his hips. His solid legs and thighs inviting you for a ride.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Miguel has a high sex drive, sometimes he can’t even handle it when you walk through the house in your gym wear pushing you up against the wall or perching you on the back of the couch. Even after days away Miguel is hard walking through the door just at the thought of seeing you, carrying you upstairs laying you on the floor pushing your panties to the side or pulling you into the shower pushing you against the shower wall running his hands over your dripping wet body.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Miguel doesn’t usually fall asleep quickly. He likes to hold you as you drift off to sleep, watching as your face softens as you enter a deep slumber. Sometimes he lays awake for hours just holding you listening for concerning noises in the dark outside, ready at any moment if anyone were to try and harm you to get to him.

Tags: @thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @teamsladsandgents @lovebennycolonmiguelgalindo @amorestevens

#miguel galindo #miguel galindo x reader #mayans mc #mayans fanfic #miguel galindo smut #danny pino

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french gardens | jumin han

warnings: sheeesh (horny) again. uhh, yeah. they uh- they do be kissin. do they fuck? no. do they think about it? uhhhh

word count: 2.3k

note: hi guys hannah keeps tempting me to write horny shit and now i’m here and idk what to do. one day i’ll go back to non-horny shit i promise i prooomise

Jumin learns to live in the rain.

It almost never rains during galas. Jumin can’t remember the last time he heard the pounding of water against windows while he spoke in the tongues of negotiations. It’s a distracting noise, but not an unpleasant one, either.

Similarly, she stands next to him, a deep wine silk dripping off of her shoulders, pooling around her waist, and barely brushing the floor. Her back is exposed to him, and he finds his hand resting there as they speak with the other executives.

Well, Jumin’s doing a great majority of the speaking. Although she’s been trying her best to learn French with him as her teacher—spending many a night with only a faint city glow to illuminate her, whispering basic sentences and phrases until her accent is just right—she’s not quite there yet. Though she loves to listen. She had told him that it was better practice anyway, that no matter how many times she wished to hear him say fille intelligente with every correct sentence, it would never be enough for her to truly know it without hearing conversation.

Now, she listens to him speak in easy French, the accent curling around his tongue and fitting easily into his mouth. It’s not the French he speaks with her, not punctuated by his breath against her ear nor is it there to accompany the quiet moonlight. It’s a sharper form of the language, dotted by formalities and practiced smiles.

He notices her gaze in the corner of his eye, the way she looks up at him with delicate eyes and the beginnings of a smile. He glances down to her when he finishes speaking, notices how she gingerly holds the glass of champagne in her fingers.

Perhaps I should buy her some champagne back home, he thinks, watching as she raises the sparkling flute to her lips, a brow raising as his eyes meet hers. He turns back to the men that stand in front of him, but rubs his thumb into the divot of her spine. He feels her relax into his moving touch, glances down again to see her twist her wrist so the champagne flute sits closer to herself and her shoulder.

The conversation lulls for a moment, and Jumin takes the opportunity to excuse both them. He shakes their hands with a grateful smile, and then guides her away. He brings her through the crowd, his hand still steady on her back, and moves them to the top floor—a quieter part, where only a few people gather around paintings and sculptures.

They stand in the corner, a Monet painting only a few feet away from them and next to windows that lead out to a covered balcony. The rain does not coat the windows here, but he can see stairs down to a garden—covered in sculptures and archways—becoming drenched with the light rain of the night.

“Any reason for getting me alone?” She asks, champagne having found home next to her lips. His gaze returns to her, his back almost against the wall and she stands in front of him, chin tilted upwards to meet his eyes.

“No,” He replies, “none at all.” Though one of his fingers dips under the silk of her dress, feeling the bare skin that rests beneath it. Both her brows raise this time, her head twisting quickly behind her to see if anyone’s there, and then returning to him. He drags his fingers back up from under the fabric, and then his eyes flick to the balcony. She follows his gaze, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Awfully large windows,” She states, her voice low.

“I’ll be polite,” He replies. Her eyes flit over his face for a moment, narrowing at him, but then she nods, moving out of the way so he can separate from the wall, and then reaching a hand out for him to take.

“Then lead the way, my dear.” His fingers wrap around her hand, feeling the chill that forever coats her skin, and before he drags her outside, he raises her hand to his lips. There, he presses his lips to her knuckles. She hums at the touch, and he can’t help the way his mouth curves into a smile. Without another word, he moves to bring her out onto the balcony, the windows behind them.

Outside, the air is cold. With the rain and the night have come a gentle breeze, and he immediately looks to her. Bumps raise across her shoulders, and she brings her free hand up to rub the opposite arm, hoping to rid herself of the chills that have risen against her skin.

“Here,” Jumin says, and then begins to take off his suit jacket, leaving himself in only his shirt and his vest. He wraps his arms around her to place the jacket around her shoulders, and she whispers her thanks to him, pulling it tighter across herself.

Then he watches as she leans her elbows onto the railing, reaching a hand out, palm facing towards the moon, to let the rain bounce against her skin. He moves closer to her and brings his hand underneath the jacket that now lays across her shoulders, his warm hand moving to curve around the chilled skin of her back.

She hums at his touch, her eyes fluttering shut and her head leaning towards him until he can feel the soft touch of her hair against his chest.

“It hasn’t rained back home in a while,” She muses. Her palm is covered in droplets now, and she tilts her hand to watch as they slide down her skin.

“No, no it hasn’t,” Jumin replies. He bows his head to her, enough that the scent of her shampoo—chamomile and lavender—flows up and into his nose, sending his head spinning and his hands begging to be closer to her. With the cover of his jacket on her shoulders, he dips his fingers beneath the silk once more, his thumb rubbing over the top of the wine colored dress while while the rest of his fingers curl around her waist, pressing into the skin there.

“What happened to polite?” She asks, but her voice is sweet and she turns her head to gaze at him, looking up at him with a smile painted onto her lips.

“Please, my love,” He begins, “You’re dreadfully intoxicating.” He leans down then, until their noses nearly touch and he can feel the way her breath escapes her.

“You’re too much,” She says, though laughter breaks free of her lungs until the sound meets his chest. But then she shakes her head, looking at the windows once more. “We should stop now, I’d rather not have anyone see us like this.”

Jumin nods at her, and goes to move away, but then his eyes drift to the staircase that lays behind her, spiraling down to the gardens below them.

“Then let’s explore the gardens,” He replies, leaning back in to her until his lips are near her ear before whispering, “You’ve missed the rain, have you not?”

“Dear, you’ll be soaked-“

“Do you fear the rain?” He asks. He pulls far enough away so he can see the way she pulls her lip between her teeth, can see the way she shakes her head at him without ever moving her eyes off of his. “Then neither do I.”

He pauses to allow her choice, to allow her to deny him of his proposal, but rather, she’s the one to grab his hand and pull him down the stairs, both of her hands grabbing one of his. He allows her to take him, allows her to float down the stairs as though gravity means nothing to her, and he’s one to follow. Always one to follow.

Jumin watches as she steps out from the stairs and, within moments, is hit with rain. At first, droplets cascade down her hair and over her clothes, but then they begin to soak in—her hair becoming darker with the weather. She turns around to him, her lips pulled into a grin, water slipping over her skin and reflecting the lights from the gala and the moon. He notices the absence of her champagne and looks back up at the balcony to see it long forgotten on its railing. Yet here she stands before him, nothing but joy evident on her face as water drips over her eyelids and onto her lashes.

So he steps out from the stairs, feeling the rain gather in his hair and on his body. She brings her hands up, then, using one to cup his jaw while the other runs through his hair, letting the rain settle into the strands. Then she brings that hand down until she’s got both thumbs resting on his cheeks. His hands move to rest on her hips, begging to pull her closer, but then she moves away from him.

“Come, my dear,” She says, sliding her hand down to his, “You wished to explore, didn’t you?”

“Only so far,” He replies, and she turns, a knowing smile placed onto her face. So she guides him away from the staircase, allowing both of them to become even more soaked than before, but brings them to an archway tunnel covered in vines, a stone bench laying beneath it.

The leaves offer some shelter from the rain, but even still, he can feel the drops as they slip through and onto the top of his head. But he finds he doesn’t particularly care. She turns back to him, then, closer than before, and pulls him down to her until he’s only inches away from her lips. His eyes fall down to them before trailing back up, noticing the way a droplet slips down the length of her nose, the way her lashes are dotted by bits of water left by passing beads of rainfall.

“Is this what you wished for?” She asks, her voice nothing but a whisper. He leans closer to hear it, the tip of his nose hitting against hers. She laughs bumps their noses together again, and this time he feels just how cold it is.

His hands move to wrap around her before he speaks, finally free to touch every inch of her skin that she allows. While one hand moves up, going beneath the strings that tie the back of her dress to feel between her shoulder blades, dull nails lightly scratching along the skin there, the other hand does as he’s done all night. Finally, he dives beneath the dress, firmly pressing the pads of his fingers into the skin of her hip. Her eyes shut and she breathes in before laughing, oh so breathless against his skin.

“Please,” He breathes against her lips. It’s only a moment more when she closes the gap that lays between them, her skin cold against his, but a welcome chill. Her hands crawl up into his hair, messing with the strands that lay at the base of his neck. He feels as water drips down his spine, and he’s acutely aware of the fact that he surely looks like a mess right now, certainly no longer presentable for a gala.

For once, he finds he doesn’t care. He would be enveloped by rain or fire, heat or chill, if it meant he could feel the press of her lips against his. He would storm into any event, drenched in rain, shirt clinging to his skin, if it meant he could kiss her under nature’s tears.

He pulls his lips from hers to bring them to her jaw. He trails kissing from there down her neck, careful not to bite at the skin despite the dying urge to. He feels her tilt her head back, feels unsteady breaths leave her throat. Her hair falls down her shoulder, and he’s hit with chamomile and lavender again.

With the scent wandering about his nose, her hands pulling at his hair, the sound of her breathing quiet in his ears, the sight of rain upon her flesh so near to him, and the taste of her skin against his lips—he wishes for nothing more than to allow her to become the entirety of his senses. He would live and breath her if he could. He would do nothing but listen to every moment of her and live as nothing but something to perceive her.

His lips reach her collarbone, and he can’t help but run his teeth along the skin there. She intakes a sharp breath and he laughs, low, into her shoulder. There, he moves a hand away from her back to slip the strap of her dress down her arm. He kisses her shoulder now, moving across to the top of her breast.

“Jumin-“ She breathes, and he stops, moving back up to kiss her jaw.

“Let me do nothing but worship you, my love,” He whispers, and then kisses the corner of her mouth before pulling away. “Please.” She breathes in, her eyes slipping closed at his voice, but shakes her head, moving her hands away from his hair to settle onto his cheeks once more.

“Another time,” She begins, “But not here.” Jumin nods, and she leans in to press her lips to his. He grips at her waist once more and she laughs into him, burying her face into the crook of her neck.

As the rain continues to fall upon them, Jumin glances back to the gala building. He doesn’t dare unwrap his arms from her, letting her head continue to rest on his shoulder.

“I think it would be a poor decision for us to return the way we came,” He says, and he feels as she nods into him. He turns so he can kiss the top of her head, and then grabs his phone, already sending a message to Driver Kim.

#jumin han #jumin han x reader #jumin han x mc #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme fanfic

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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❝𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕡. 𝟠𝟛-𝟠𝟝❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ when you put bangtan in a resort that’s basically a water park

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

Episode 83

yoonmi was practically drowning in the big shirt over her rashguard, so you can see her tying it at her waist while the others introduce the episode

“today’s run bts’s theme is summer outing”

“oh god, i’m not good at sports”

jungkook and her met eyes and “i got you, mimi” “hopefully we’re on the same team”

she got grouped with namjoon, hoseok, and seokjin

while the other team celebrated, she laughed while hoseok and seokjin lifted her up with their arms forming a makeshift throne

“oppas, please, i’m not good with sports”

she cheered when hoseok was called out to do the warm up exercises

she was giggling the whole warm up “why are we doing dance basics?”

she stretched out on the side, pulling her legs up into a scorpion position one at a time before sitting by the side of the pool. seokjin lifted her from under her armpits and placed her in the pool where the water reached her chest, almost to her collar bones

she exchanged looks with her teammates

“we’re at a huge disadvantage” “you’re telling me? they have ggukoo oppa, and he’s a powerhouse! i’m a noodle”

the game starts, and it shows the chaotic mess of the members. then there’s a one shot of her lightly splashing around in the water with squeaky noises layered on it

taehyung laughs and calls a time out around half way into the game “hold on, we’re at second set, and yoonmi’s just been playing in the back the whole time” “but, oppa, i’m literally armpit deep in the water!”

everyone laughs and calls her over to stand near their net with the caption “makdungie with no competitive bone” around her

surprisingly, she was able to hit the ball to the back where yoongi couldn’t reach

buuut they lost the second round

“i told you guys i can’t play”

for the third set, she was in front once again and the ball was just constantly sailing over her head. eventually she pouts

“i’m short, this isn’t fair”

to which hoseok just laughs and pats her head

she cheers when jungkook hits the ball softer for her to hit

but then he hits it back way too hard and it goes far behind them

“oppa,” she gasped at a laughing jungkook “are you mad?”

she hit the last ball, and they won the third set. the other three cheered and pulled her into a group hug

there’s a clip of yoonmi struggling to get out of the pool so jungkook lifts her out

next cut she’s in protective gear looking nervously at the boat

“are we gonna fly off? i can’t really swim” “that’s why you have a life vest, princess”

her eyes widened when she saw how fast and rocky the little boat was moving

“oppas! is it hard to stay on?”

all she could hear was screaming. she looked at seokjin “i’m gonna die” “no you’re not” “yes i am”

then it was their turn to get on. jungkook lightly tapped the side of her helmet “you’ll be fine. just hold tight”

her eyes and mouth are squeezed shut while they’re going, and she screams when the boat jumps

“125x7” “oppas, it’s 875, let’s do this fast so we can get off fast”

namjoon laughed “terror made you smarter makdungie”

then the boat moves once again

they arrive on land and she just lies down on the wooden floor

“oh my god, i’m never doing that again”

jimin shook his head fondly and pulled her to the others where they had chicken

she was zoned out and the caption on her one-shot said “the most stressed she’s been in her 19 years of life”

Episode 84

she was a lot more lively in the next game

“i like slides, this will be fun”

they chose her to go last and she grinned

she sat on where they were standing and clapped her hands when she saw the other members going down

by the time it was her and jungkook’s turn, the two maknaes cheerfully went up the slide

“they’re the only one’s not scared” namjoon noted

seokjin gave a confused look “which is surprising for yoonmi, but she enjoys slides too much”

she and jungkook did little wiggly dances when the pd asked if they were ready making the other members laugh

they went down, and she made sure to curl herself into a ball the moment she was off the slide

she stayed in the air considerably long before unfolding her body

once they hit the water, she floated up and wiped her face while laughing. jungkook pulled her with him to the side where she wasn’t even fazed at the news of losing

“it was fun!”

when taehyung went and forgot to say the s in bts, she fell to the ground in laughter

for the bob jump, they asked her if she would be able to do it to which she said no and curled up next to yoongi who also wasn’t doing it

“have fun, oppas”

she watched in awe while jungkook went and audibly gasped when she saw how high he went

“yup, i could not have managed that”

yoongi pulled her back to a chair where he kept her on his lap, wrapping them both in a towel to keep them warm while they watched the others

she sneezed a few times before yoongi looked at the on site medic

then they were on the platform by the obstacle course

“as you can see, we’re only seven now, but only six of us will be participating since hobi is feeling seasick, and yoonmi developed a slight fever, so we aren’t letting her play in case it gets worse”

“i want to go on the obstacle course, though,” yet she was silenced by six pairs of eyes silently telling her no to which she sighed

she sat on the blue platform to watch, but the staff told her to go wash up and get dressed in something warm. she pouted but hugged the six boys before running off

Episode 85

she appeared a little worse for wear with her hood up over her head.

jimin stood up and opened his arms

“aigoo, aegi, come here”

she sulked towards him and settled in a hug

“you’re burning up,” he felt her forehead, “thankfully you didn’t get too sick in the middle of a game. go sit beside kookie”

she sat on the table, head in her arms, while the others got food.

jungkook eventually returned not just with food, but also with a bottle of water and some medicine for yoonmi

taehyung was constantly feeding her or putting food on her plate

she was practically half asleep while eating, so she barely followed along with what was happening

“no,” seokjin laughed, “it’s a little funny because even hobi has more energy than yoonmi right now, and hobi just woke up”

she watched them do the bottle cap challenge with a tired smile

eventually taehyung pulled her over into a back hug and waddled them both towards the other chairs

then they were seated for the manito. she was between jimin and jungkook, arms tucked into the torso portion of her hoodie while jungkook tied her sleeves together

the pds asked her if she was okay “i drank my medicine! i’m okay!”

she saw yoongi’s gift and burst into a fit of giggles. when she saw seokjin’s gift, she just laughed. she burst into laughter when she saw taehyung’s gift and fell off her chair, so jimin had to help her up by untying her sleeves, but he fell, too which lead to more laughter

then namjoon started to approach taehyung with his gift

she jumped in surprise when he handed a small box to her

“oh, me? is this bts goods again?”

she opened the box and pulled out a leather bound notebook and a case of colorful pens. the leather notebook had “M.Y.” engraved in gold on the corner

“woah”

namjoon smiled when he sat back down “i know you’re looking into bullet journalling, so i thought maybe i could help you get started”

she smiled and skipped over to him before kissing his cheek “thank you oppa”

then it was her turn to give a gift. she twirled a little before gently attacking yoongi in a hug and placing a small paper bag in his arms. yoongi let her sit on his lap while he opened it

“woah, princess, and this fit in the price range?” “yupp!”

inside was a necklace with a shield shaped charm that had a heart shaped hole in it. she helped yoongi put it on then pulled her own necklace from under her hoodie and connected them

“yours is the shield because you always protect me and the oppas. you can even hang it on your bed or clip it to your bags, i don’t mind”

the other members were cooing at her while yoongi patted her cheek and pressed a kiss to the top of her head

“wait,” seokjin began, “so three of us got bangtan goods while yoonmi and yoongi don’t? wahhh”

this made everyone laugh

yoonmi went back to her seat and excitedly opened the notebook namjoon gave her, pleased to see the pages were dotted

they all finished giving each other presents, and she was just smiling despite how tired and lightheaded she felt

“it’s actually pretty nice we got to get each other presents” “you got journalling stuff, mimi. i got v fans” “that’s taetae oppa watching over you and keeping you cool!”

she leaned against yoongi for their ending shot. after calling out the slogan and the camera panning away, you can hear her voice

“i’m gonna start on my bullet journal as soon as i’m better and i’ve printed my pictures and stickers!”

#yoonmi.btsrun #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

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justcallmefox89 · 3 years

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The Royal Romance: Cinderfella’s Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Seven

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

The court visits Lythikos, Callum and Liam heat things up.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Two days later I find myself in the Alps with Drake, Hana, and Maxwell, staring at the Nevrakis chateau.

“Here we are!” Maxwell announces gleefully. “Welcome to Lythikos! Land of ice, snow, and mountains.”

“I hate it,” I say grumpily, shoving my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. “So, we’re here so Smoke Show can try and make a move on Liam?”

Maxwell wrinkles his nose. “Basically.”

“Aww, that’s cute.” I flash my friends a cocky smirk. “Misguided and doomed to fail, but cute.”

Drake looks around and then back at our little group. “Where’s your brother, Maxwell? I notice he’s not around lecturing MacKenzie. I thought he hated to miss out on the chance to eat fancy food and rub elbows with the royals.”

“Bertrand was called away to deal with some business regarding our estates,” Maxwell glumly answers.

I throw my arm around Drake’s shoulders. “Come on Brat, you can just admit that you miss Bertrand.”

“No.” He glares up at me, his dark hair falling down over his forehead and into his eyes.

I tug him a little closer and lower my voice. “Ok, for real… have you ever fantasized about what Bertrand’s got going on under that sweat vest?” I ask teasingly.

“You are demented! What is wrong with you?” Drake scowls and shoves me away with both hands while I cackle in amusement.

“Come on guys, let’s get inside. Callum, I’ll show you where your room is.” Maxwell herds us all to the entryway of the chateau, then leads me to my room.

Maxwell urges me to hurry as I unpack my things. “Come on, let’s go! We’ve got an entire day planned out on the ice. Plus, I already see Olivia and Liam out there.”

I roll my eyes and move my hand motion that mimics jerking off. He glares at me, so I decide not to press my luck and quickly slip into my leather jacket and shove a pair of gloves into my pocket.

“Alright, let’s go get this over with.” I pull a grey beanie down over my ears and follow Maxwell outside.

He leads us to the frozen lake, where we sit on a bench and pull on our ice skates.

“You know how to ice skate, right?” Maxwell asks.

I glance over at him as I lace up a skate. “Does my giant ass look like it does a whole lot of ice skating?”

“Oh.”

I glance out at the ice where Oliva has already latched onto Liam. “Don’t worry about me, Beaumont. Love will find a way.”

“Ok…” He looks at me dubiously. “I’ll go distract Olivia so you can steal some time with the Prince.”

“Nah, I’ll handle Smoke Show. You just help me get out onto the ice without wrecking my shit.”

It takes a couple minutes and some inventive swearing, but I make it onto the frozen lake with relatively little flailing. I shift my weight and not inconsiderable height and manage to balance myself before I begin skating towards Liam and Olivia. A few feet away from them I start wobbling but I’m able to insert my body between them, hanging onto Liam’s shoulders to steady myself.

“Callum! Are you alright?” Liam wraps his arms around my waist, his eyes looking me over for injuries.

“We were in the middle of something.” Olivia’s words are laced with irritation.

I wiggle a little, making sure I’m completely blocking her from Liam’s line of sight. I touch my forehead to his and close my eyes. “Thank you so much for catching me,” I whisper. “I’ve never skated before; I was so scared I was going to fall and break my arm.”

“Of course, Callum. I would never let you fall.” Liam smiles and touches my cheek gently.

“Liam!” Olivia is furious now.

You’ve been outclassed, Smoke Show. Time for you to take a seat.

“If you have time… maybe you could show me how to skate?” I ask Liam hesitantly, hopefully.

“Absolutely. Take my hand.” Liam pulls me close. “Olivia, we’ll talk later.”

“But Prince Liam you-”

We glide away as she sputters with rage. I glance over my shoulder and wink at her; she glares at me, her face mottled red and twisted with fury.

“I’m glad I can be of service to you in your time of need,” Liam teases me as we skate around the perimeter of the lake.

I gasp theatrically. “Are you making fun of me because I can’t skate, Your Highness?”

He chuckles and kisses the back of my hand. “Of course not, love.”

I playfully glare at him before we both start laughing. “Do you and the court come out here a lot?” I ask him when we finally have ourselves under control.

“Not often. But when we do Olivia’s always been very generous by having us at her estate. I used to come out here frequently when I was younger. Olivia and I would play in the snow together.”

I cut my eyes over to him. “You and Olivia, huh? Tell me more about that.”

“We’d build little snow forts and catapult snowballs at each other.” Liam smiles at the memory, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “The lake was too dangerous to play on since we were young, but sometimes we’d sneak onto the ice in hopes that we could see the fish beneath surface.”

“You two must have been close,” I say neutrally.

“We were…” His faces darkens. “It’s been hard watching her, well, become who she is.”

“So why is she in the competition then? You can’t seriously want to marry her. Like, she’s hot and all but-”

“Callum!”

“What?” I blink at him innocently. “I’m just saying… if I was a bird, I’d shit on her first. That’s all.”

Liam looks torn between horror and laughter. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“You don’t do honesty here in this country?” I ask, my tone showing just how unimpressed I am. “Olivia sucks and she treats the other competitors like shit, I’m not gonna pretend otherwise.”

Liam frowns. “Why didn’t you tell me she was treating you and the others poorly?”

“Would you have done anything about it?” I challenge him.

He guiltily looks down at the ice.

“That’s what I thought. Can’t have the prince accused of favoritism when he’s being forced to marry someone he doesn’t even love,” I growl.

“Callum…”

I tip my head back and sigh in frustration. Liam sounds so… lost. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“You’re right though.” He squeezes my hand comfortingly. “I know you hate this process and I appreciate you so much for being strong and sticking it out for me. You’re the reason I’m going to have a chance at marrying someone I care for.”

My breath catches as watch his face, amber eyes glowing and his smile brilliant in the winter sunlight.

Goddamnit. Giving me heart palpitations before noon.

Soon enough we’re rejoined by Olivia.

“So, Callum, I bet you’ve never seen a countryside so spectacular. Aren’t you impressed?” she asks with a catty smirk.

I make a show of looking around the frozen countryside and shrug. “Nah.”

Her mouth drops open.

Justice boner achieved. I feel all tingly inside.

“I mean, I’m from America,” I continue. “Land of the free, home of wicked awesome natural wonders. This is neat I guess. I liked the Rocky Mountains better… Aspen was pretty bomb.”

Liam prudently backs away and Olivia looks likes she wants to strangle me.

If only she was tall enough.

Olivia clutches Liam’s forearm in a grip so tense her knuckles turn white. “Prince Liam, I believe you owe me a turn around the lake.”

“Excuse me, Callum. I do owe her. I’ll see you later.”

“Later, darlin’,” I reply with a wink, grinning as a faint blush crosses his cheeks.

After they leave Hana glides across the ice towards me. She circles around me, skating backwards. “Looks like Olivia stole Liam from you.”

I shrug and smile at her as she twirls gracefully and comes to a stop next to me. “Damn, Cinnamon Bun, look at you go. Where’d you learn to skate like that?”

“Ice skating was one of the things my parents sent me to lessons for.” She fidgets next to me, looking uncomfortable.

I raise my eyebrows but don’t say anything. Pops had Donny showing me how to shoot and handle a knife by the time I was 6, so I don’t feel like I can cast too much judgement on her parents for putting her into ice skating lessons.

“It’s a skill I learned to appeal to suitors. I was told that “a display of elegance can go a long way’.”

Never mind. Judging commenced.

“Do you even like ice skating?” I ask.

Hana remains silent, drawing patterns in the ice with the blade of her skate.

“Cinnamon bun?” I prompt.

She finally shakes her head and I sigh in exasperation. “We’ve got to find you a hobby that you enjoy.”

“Whether I enjoyed things or not was never really taken into consideration during my training,” Hana says, sounding defeated.

“Ok… level with me Cinnamon Bun. Do you even want to be here?” I cross my arms and look down at her, patiently waiting for her answer.

“O-of of course I do!” she stammers.

I quirk one eyebrow up and she deflates.

“I like being here. I like you and Drake and Maxwell and Liam. I like having friends. But…” she trails off. “I don’t like this competition. I’m only here because my parents forced me. Liam is nice but I would never want to marry him.” Hana’s face burns bright red at this last admission

“Oh?”

“He’snotreallymytype.” The words all come out in one rushed whisper.

“All right, now I have to know what your type is.” I nudge her with my shoulder. “Come on, spill all those juicy details.”

Hana hides her face in her hands and mumbles something I can’t understand.

“Say what now?”

“I said that I want to be competing for a Princess, not a Prince,” she repeats, louder this time.

“Nice!” I smile at her in delight. “Any of the noble ladies here tickle your fancy?”

Hana stares at me in confusion. “That’s it?”

I feel like I’ve missed something.

“Was I supposed to say something else?” I ask, confused.

“No!” she exclaims. “I just thought… never mind. Thank you for not making a big deal about it.”

“Why would I?”

“What did your family think when you came out?” Hana answers my question with a question.

I shrug and adjust my beanie. “Pops has dated a few men, so he was pretty nonchalant about it all. It didn’t matter who I brought home, guy, girl, whoever… just as long as they treated me right. I think the makeup and the dresses confused him for a bit, just because he didn’t know how or where to shop for them. But as soon as he figured that out it was smooth sailing.”

“You’re lucky.” Hana smiles ruefully.

“Pops is pretty awesome,” I agree. “I take it you don’t have that kind of support at home?”

“They don’t even know. After all the lectures about finding the right man and carrying on the family name I’m afraid to say anything.”

I pull her into a hug. “You don’t have to tell anyone until you’re good and ready to, Cinnamon Bun. And I won’t say anything, I swear,” I murmur.

“Thanks, Callum. You’re too good to me.” Hana squeezes my waist tightly.

I boop her nose with the tip of my finger. “I am just as good as you deserve.”

Olivia claps her hands and raises her voice to catch our attention. “Alright everyone! It’s time to hit the slopes!”

I trail behind the nobles as we take off our ice skates and climb onto the ski lift. One nauseating ride later we crest the top of the slope.

Drake skis up to us. “You finally made it, MacKenzie.”

“Miss me, Brat?” I stick my tongue out at him.

He scowls at me. “I was just getting bored.”

“Your face is going to stick like that,” I warn him with a smirk. “Why didn’t you go skating?”

“Not really my thing.” He wrinkles his nose. “Hey, you wanna race down the slopes?”

“Uh… nah, skiing isn’t really my thing, Brat,” I answer, distracted by the sight of Liam approaching. “I think I’m going to catch up with Liam.”

“Yeah, ok.” Drake looks disappointed.

“We can hang out later if you want?” I offer.

He doesn’t reply, just nods before he moves away from me.

Saving that interaction to ponder at a later date, I sneak towards Liam, who is inspecting different sets of ski equipment. I wrap my arms around him from behind, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear. “Nobody’s looking… run away with me.”

“We can’t,” Liam murmurs, moaning a little when I trace the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue.

“Says who?” I move one hand up to lightly grip his throat and gently grope his cock with the other.

“Let’s go.”

I stifle a laugh as Liam grabs my hand and spins around, quickly and quietly leading me away from the group and into a thick copse of trees.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he mutters, gripping my jacket and pulling me beneath the snow laden branches of a gigantic spruce tree. He falls back against the truck of the tree, urging me to press against him.

“You love it,” I whisper against his lips before taking his lower lip in my teeth and tugging on it. “Admit it… you’ve always wanted someone to break the rules with, someone who could show you what you’ve been missing. You don’t want someone who will treat you with kid gloves… you want someone who’ll show you how to play rough and dirty. Isn’t that right, Your Highness?”

Liam stares at me with bright eyes, his chest heaving, warm breath clouding the air. “Yes,” he hisses. “Please, Callum…”

“I got you, baby.” My voice rumbles low and deep in my chest and Liam shakes at the sound. I kiss him roughly, our teeth momentarily clashing together in our eagerness to taste each other. He buries his hands in my hair, yanking sharply on the long strands, causing me to groan in delight.

Liam’s body arches against mine, and desperate to feel more of him, I grip his hips and lift him up, holding his body against the trunk of the tree. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” I order him.

He instantly complies, whining in need and urgently rubbing against me as our clothed erections grind against each other.

“Such a good, good boy,” I growl, sucking a deep red mark on his neck. “God, you taste good.” I take a firm grip on his ass and roll my hips, feasting on the sight of Liam throwing his head back in pleasure, mouth parted and eye closed.

I rock my hips in a steady rhythm as I use my hands to grind Liam, sweet, pliant Liam, against me for maximum pleasure. I seal my mouth over his when his moans get a little too loud, his tongue silkily rubbing against mine as his hands snake under my shirt, his cold fingertips teasing my nipple rings. I falter for just a moment, caught up in my lust and the urge to throw him over my shoulder and run back to the chateau to bounce him up and down on my dick. Liam’s needy whimpers draw me back into the moment and I increase my speed.

“God, darlin’,” I moan, burying my face in Liam’s neck. “I swear you’re gonna make me cum just like this…”

He arches against me, too far gone to speak.

“Lady Olivia is ready to return to the chateau. I suggest you two re-join the group.”

Fucking fucky fuckity fuck fuck.

Liam stiffens in my arms as I rest my head against his shoulder and groan loudly. “Go away, Bastien. I’m busy rockin’ your prince’s world.”

“Callum!” Liam hisses.

“I’m afraid I must insist you return to the chateau.” Bastien’s voice is fully of tightly controlled anger.

“Fine,” I pout, gently setting a red faced Liam on his feet. I brush some snow from his hair and kiss his cheek before taking his hand and weaving our finger together. “Let’s head back then.”

Bastien scowls at me as we silently walk past him, grey eyes flashing dangerously in the afternoon sun. I turn away from him, confusion at his reaction making my stomach roil uncomfortably. I’m not upset that I’d been caught with Liam; I’ve been caught by more than one angry parent in more than a few compromising positions. Bastien and I have been teasing each other sure, maybe we’ve even flirted a little… but that doesn’t explain why I’m reacting so strongly to him catching me grinding against Liam.

Fuck it.

I shove thoughts of Bastien away to the deep recesses of my brain to examine at a later time.

Callum MacKenzie, master of denial.

Back inside I sit around the fireplace with Maxwell, Drake, and Hana, sipping hot chocolate and nursing a serious case of blue balls.

“Did you have fun today, Callum?” Maxwell asks me.

“Yup,” I answer, flicking a mini marshmallow at Drake, grinning when it connects with his cheek. He glares at me as he wipes it off with the back of his hand.

“We’ve got incoming,” Maxwell whispers, nodding at something over my shoulder.

“Hello, my dear guests, I hope you’re enjoy my spectacular hosting.” Olivia saunters over to us.

“I always enjoy my time here with you, Olivia,” Maxwell says diplomatically.

“This place really grows on you,” I say enthusiastically, smiling at her brightly. “Like mold. Or herpes.”

Drake sputters into his hot chocolate as he tries to contain his laughter.

Olivia narrows her eyes at him, smiling thinly. “Did you see that we have eclairs, Drake? They always remind me of dear, darling little Savannah. She’d gobble them down like a sow at the trough.”

“Don’t talk about my sister,” Drake snarls.

I bounce in my seat excitedly.

Fight, fight, fight!

“Why ever not?” Olivia flicks an imaginary piece of lint off her sleeve. “She was such a fixture at court, and then she just up and disappeared. You never told us what happened, and gossip is usually so quick to spread.”

Drake glares at her. “She left because of people like you.”

“She always was the sensitive sort,” Olivia says with faux sympathy as a cruel grin spreads over her features. “Ladies like that don’t last long here.”

Drake stands quickly, looking down at Olivia, his jaw clenched.

Fight, fight, fight! Drake has the size advantage, but Smoke Show looks like a scrapper.

“You know what? I just remembered I have somewhere to be. If you’ll excuse me.” Drake quickly bows to us and strides out of the room.

Aww…

Olivia smirks. “Wait, Drake! Come back! I wasn’t nearly through with you!”

I bristle at the sound of her snide laughter, and I quickly stand, stepping close and forcing her to look up at me. “Smoke Show, you’re tap dancin’ on my last good goddamn nerve. Leave Drake alone, or we’re gonna have us a serious problem,” I order her in a low, pleasant voice.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Drake pause in the doorway, his face clouded, before he darts out of sight.

“Ooh, does the American have a soft spot for our rough around the edges commoner?” Olivia sneers.

I shrug. “I just don’t like seeing people treated badly for no reason.

“What a valiant hero to the masses. They must sing songs about you.” She looks bored. “Now are charming as this has been, I’ve got to get back to Prince Liam. I promised him a private tour of Lythikos Castle.”

I step in front of her as she begins to walk away, causing her to stumble.

“I feel like you didn’t quite understand me before.” I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans and rock back on my heels, smiling amiably. “Leave Drake alone and leave his sister’s name out of your mouth.”

Her eyes narrow as she scowls at me. “Or?

“Or I’m going to take all my extra time and my very creative brain and make your life fucking miserable for the rest of the social season. Your precious noble title doesn’t scare me… you’re just an insecure little girl trying to sit at the table with the big kids.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Olivia’s eyes are wide with shock and fury.

I shrug and grin. “I may not be a gynecologist, but I know a twat when I see one.”

“You can’t talk to me like that!”

“I just did. And maybe you should start thinking about how you treat Drake. Sure would be a shame if someone told Liam how you treat his best friend.”

“He’d never believe you over me,” Olivia hisses.

I raise one eyebrow. “Are you absolutely sure about that? Because I’ll bet my left nut that he will. After all, the fact that he pities only gets you so far. It’s not like you two have the chemistry he and I have.”

Her mouth snaps closed, and she stands there silently staring at me, fuming.

I lean in a little closer to whisper in her ear. “Do not fuck with me, Nevrakis. I’m a goddamn MacKenzie and I will win… Every. Single. Time.”

I turn around to find Hana and Maxwell gaping and wide eyed. “I’m going to go check on Drake.”

Hana recovers first. “Good… I saw him go outside, but it’s not a good idea to be out there right now. I’ve heard there’s a storm brewing tonight. What can he be thinking?”

“He’s thinking Olivia sucks and the whole idea of nobility to archaic bullshit,” I grumble. “Don’t worry Cinnamon Bun, I’ll find him and bring him back.”

I tug my beanie back over my hair and trudge outside through ankle deep snow and slowly falling snowflakes. About half a mile away from the chateau I spot Drake in a small clearing, staring out at the surrounding woods. I crouch down and gather some snow into a tightly packed ball, then stand and throw it at Drake, pegging him the in the back of the head.

“Ow!” He whirls around, rubbing the back of his head and glowering. “What the fuck MacKenzie? Why’d you do that?”

I innocently hold up my hands. “You were out here brooding and there’s a storm coming. I had to get your attention.”

“Why are you here?” he sighs.

I lazily shrug and shove my hands into my pockets as I walk towards him. “Just wanted to check on you. Wanna tell me what that was all about with Olivia earlier?”

Drake tilts his head to the side, considering. “If you really want to know you’ll have to trust me.”

I look at him skeptically.

“So, do you trust me?”

“I guess?”

“Good enough.” He nods in approval before reaching out and shoving me backwards into the snow.

“Asshole!” I shout, flailing my limbs as I land in a bank of powder soft snow.

Drake cackles with glee until I reach out with my arm and sweep his legs, sending him tumbling down next to me. “Oof!”

I roll over on my side to look at him. “Gotcha, Brat.”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at me, but now he’s smiling. We stretch out and look up at the evening sky, a deep, velvety blue, dotted with platinum colored stars. A shooting star blazes across the sky, followed quickly by several more.

“Damn,” I say reverently. “We don’t get sky like this back in New York.”

“Nothing beats a clear view of the sky during a meteor shower,” Drake agrees.

“Glad I didn’t miss this.”

“Really? I thought you’d rather eat bon bons or dress up tiny dogs, or whatever Olivia has planned for tonight.”

I turn my head to stare at him. “What in our entire history together would make you think I’d want to do that? Besides, I’m sure I’m on her shit list now.”

There’s a long pause before Drake says, “I heard you stand up for me. You didn’t have to do that. Thank you.”

“Eh. You deserve better than that. And somebody has to start poking holes in that woman’s ego, might as well be me.”

He hums in amusement. “Still. It means a lot that you’d do that for me. Thanks, Callum.”

“Anytime, Brat.”

A few clouds start to drift over the stars, blocking our view.

“Looks like we got here right on time. Storm’s starting to roll in,” I comment.

“I didn’t want to miss it. I used to do this with my little sister, Savannah, every year. We grew up around the royals. My dad did security for Liam and his brother, and we were allowed to hang out with them. Liam and I got close, even though I didn’t have the lineage to merit it.”

I grunt. “Yeah, because who spawned you is the best indicator on whether or not you’re worthy of friendship.”

Drake chuckles before continuing his story. “Savannah, on the other hand, got along with everyone, and they were all friendly with her. She loved living at the palace when we were kids, being surrounded by all the pretty dresses and jewelry. But it got harder when she was older.”

“What happened?”

“She… It got harder, I guess. After what happened with…” He breaks off with a scowl. “I failed her. I couldn’t protect her. I couldn’t protect her from this place or these people.”

He goes silent and I wait patiently for him to continue.

“Sorry… I guess, I’m still not ready to talk about it,” he murmurs. “This is more than I’ve talked about it in the past year, actually.”

I gasp in delight. “Are you saying I’m special? Are we frieeeeends now?”

Laughing, he bats a handful of snow at my face. “Not after that.”

We silently stare at the sky for a few more minutes, watching as fat snowflakes begin quickly falling.

With a heavy sigh, Drake pushes himself up. “We should probably get back. It’d be quite the scandal if I let one of the prince’s suitors freeze to death out here on my watch.”

He holds his hand out to me and hauls me to my feet. I stumble a little in the snow, crashing into Drake. We hold onto each other as we struggle to keep our balance.

Drake blushes furiously as he backs away from me. “You, uh… you ok now?”

I grin and give him a thumbs up. “Good to go, Brat.”

We make out way back to the chateau in the dark, trudging through the snow and wind. Drake trips in the dark and I reach out to catch him. Once he’s regained his footing I grab his hand, tugging him close to my side.

“Stay close,” I order him. “Liam’ll never forgive me if I let you turn into a popsicle.”

Drake doesn’t say anything, he merely grips my hand tightly and huddles close to me.

“Brat?” I urge him to answer me. “Stay close, yeah?”

“I will.” Drake’s voice is breathy and his hand trembles in mine.

When we reach the chateau I gently untangle our fingers and urge him to go to his room. “Go sit by the fire and warm up for a bit, then take a hot shower. Be sure to eat something too, you’ve had a long day.”

He ducks his head shyly, not meeting my eyes. “I will… thanks, Callum.”

We part ways and I take a detour to Hana’s room, knocking lightly on her door.

“Hey, we made it back,” I smile and lean against the doorjamb when she opens the door.

She sighs in relief. “Oh, thank goodness! I was worried. How is Drake?”

I tilt my head side to side. “Could be better, could be worse. I think Olivia brought up a lot of shitty emotions. He misses his sister.”

“Poor Drake,” Hana murmurs sympathetically. “I’m glad you went after him Callum. You’re a good friend.”

“Thank, Cinnamon Bun. You are too.” I stretch my arms above my head as a yawn overtakes me. “Sorry… I’m totally wiped. I’m going to bed.”

“Goodnight, Callum.” Hana smiles at me sweetly.

“Sweet dreams.” I wave to her as I walk down the hallway to my own room.

I find Bastien waiting outside my room, arms crossed. “We need to talk,” he barks, not giving me a chance to say anything.

I unlock my door and swing it open, holding my arm out to usher him in. “By all means.”

He waits for me to turn on a few lamps before he strides up to me, getting entirely too close for me to think clearly. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

God, he smells good.

“Uh…”

Bastien carries on, unaware of how his proximity is affecting me. “I tell you to be careful. I tell you to watch yourself because the king is dangerous. And what do you do? You sneak the prince away from an event meant for all the suitors, and then you grope him in public!”

I wanna touch his beard.

“Ok, well to be fair,” I say. “There was mutual groping involved. Don’t make it sound so one sided. And it wasn’t public public. More like public adjacent.”

Bastien growls and closes his eyes, inhaling sharply though his nose. “Is this a fucking joke to you? Is your safety a game for you?”

I study Bastien’s face; there are dark circle beneath his eyes and fatigue lines bracketing his mouth. His lips are set in a grim line, but his eyes are almost frantic.

He’s worried about me.

“Hey, hey, come here.” I grab his hand and urge him to sit next to me on the bed. “You really think Liam’s dad has it out for me?”

Grey eyes sweep over my face, and he brushes a lock of hair away from my forehead. “He does.”

I may never wash that piece of hair again.

I frown, tapping a finger against my lips. “Would he hurt someone Liam cares for just to get his way?”

Bastien’s gaze meets my own, then quickly darts away. “Constantine’s vision for Cordonia comes before everything, even his son’s desires. If he found out you were dry humping Liam in a semi-public setting he’d have you on the first plane back to New York so fast your head would spin.”

I lean against Bastien, the events of the day catching up to me and sapping my energy. His body is warm and solid next to mine, and I allow myself a few moments to enjoy the feeling.

“You know who I am, how I grew up, what I’ve done, what I’ve lived through. Constantine doesn’t scare me, Bastien.” I hold his gaze, caught in the stormy depths of his eyes. “I can take care of myself, you know that.”

“I do. But I want to take care of you too,” he murmurs, looking down at his hands.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Shivers rack my body at his admission.

“I need to go.” Bastien quickly stands up. “Just… be a little more discreet, Callum. I want you to be safe. And I don’t need to see you and Liam like that again.”

His voice catches and hardens during that last sentence, and I quickly glance up, hoping to read some sort of emotion in his face. His features are twisted in frustration, but I don’t know if it’s frustration with me for not following his instructions or something else.

He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek, his beard scraping tantalizingly against my skin. “Behave yourself from now on.”

I just stare at him wide-eyed, unable to breathe. He quickly walks to the door, giving me one last look before shutting the door behind him. I eventually remember to breathe, sucking in a deep breath, and I touch my fingertips to my cheeks, still warm from Bastien’s lips.

Heh. I’m in danger.

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An Unlikely Pair | Henry Cavill x OC

Requested: This is a requested piece. I lost the original request, but I still have everything they wanted.

Summary: When Henry returns from set one day, he finds his girlfriend stressed and in need of a break. He decides that now is the perfect time to give her one.

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT!!! Unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), choking, degrading, spanking, just overall smut, fluffy ending.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I’M SO SORRY I HAVEN’T UPDATED!!! LIFE’S A BITCH Y’ALL! Hope you guys like this one! This is not your usual Y/N post, but it was a request and I will be back to the normal Y/N stuff after this. If you have requested something, please keep in mind that I have 19 others requests planned. Writing takes time!

As Henry walks in the door, the first thing he notices is the lack of greetings from the dogs. The second thing he notices is the muttered curses coming from somewhere inside the house. Walking through the foyer, Henry approaches the dining room table where his girlfriend stands, furiously holding money and cleaning from her last appointment. She barely even notices her partner standing in the doorway as she cleans up her acrylic powders and the small container of monomer sitting on her nail area.

“Molly?” Henry says, taking a step forward towards his girlfriend, the woman spinning around and letting out a loud sigh.

“Five hours and eight colors of acrylic, and she doesn’t even leave a tip?!” Molly exclaims, the dogs under the table intrigued at what was going on. “I didn’t have to make an exception for her! I could have made her go to the salon and do something else because of Corona! BUT NO! I let her into our house, I risk the fact that I don’t know where she’s been! I TAKE TIME OUT OF MY DAY TO DO THIS WOMAN’S NAILS AND SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO NOT LEAVE A TIP?!” After a while of slamming cabinets and making frustrated grunts, Henry sticks his arm out in front of his girlfriend, stopping her in her tracks as he pulls her into him. Molly startles for a moment before she relaxes, returning the basically bear hug that he encased her in.

“Hi.” He whispers, staring down at her. She lets out a small sigh before looking up at him.

“Hi.” Henry presses a kiss to her forehead before taking her hand and leading her upstairs. Molly’s small protests mean nothing to the man, still dressed in elements of his costume and makeup still on his face. Henry leads her to their bedroom, the dogs staying downstairs near the heater. Molly sits down on the bed as Henry walks into the bathroom, washing the set makeup off his face before joining his girlfriend on the bed.

“You know, there is a way I can help relieve some of your stress.” He mentions, lightly trailing his fingers up and down her thigh.

“And how could you possibly do-” She turns in the middle of her sentence and eyes the mischievous look in her boyfriend’s face, stopping as she puts two and two together. “OH. So how long have you had this on your mind?”

“Oh, awhile darling.” Molly smirks, running her hand up his chest before gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him in and pressing her lips against his. Henry chuckles before returning her affections, hands roaming around her to pull her on his lap. She lets out a small squeak at the movement, causing the man to let out a husky laugh in her ear. “Something wrong?”

“No.” She retorts, giving him a small glare before leaning back in once again. By this time, Henry had already managed to start pulling off her shirt, the fabric the last thing on his mind as things started heating up. The man quickly pulls off Molly’s clothes, leaving her in her underwear as he begins to take off his own costume from the set. Molly’s hands stop him from taking off his vest and tie. “You look hot in costume.”

“Do I? I hadn’t noticed. So are you going to make me stay in this get-up or can I get back to what I was doing?” Molly lets out a small chuckle before running her hand through his perfectly styled hair.

“I don’t know, baby. I’m kind of liking the late 19th century Holmes look.”

“Then you’ll be glad to know that I get to keep the outfit, but now I’d like to get back to taking off your clothes.” Molly lets out a small chuckle before nodding. Before she can even comprehend what’s happening, Molly’s clothes are off and Henry is kneeling over her, his own clothes strewn around the room. She runs her hands over his chest and pulls him closer, kissing him once again and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Ah ah, darling. Not yet.” Henry whispers, sliding himself downwards. He reaches her thighs and slowly begins running his mouth up and down her hips. “I want to treat my girlfriend before she lets me use her how I want.” Molly nods and Henry smirks, pulling off her underwear and licking one stripe up her slit. Letting out a loud moan, Molly reaches to run her hands through Henry’s hair when he grabs both of her wrists in his hand, pinning them above her head while his free hand remains on her hips.

“No touching, dollface.” She lets out a small whimper and Henry chuckles before returning down between her thighs. It’s not long before her legs are shaking around his head and her core is throbbing in reaction to Henry’s mouth.

“Henry. Please. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” He pulls away from her and she whines, making the man let out a soft chuckle.

“Come on, darling. I thought we covered what you call me while we’re in this situation.” Molly lets out a loud huff and squirms, trying to get Henry’s mouth back where it felt amazing.

“Sir, please-”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t make you wait for much longer.” He whispers, taking one last look at her some-what wrecked appearance before diving in once again as if she were his last meal. Still sensitive from her previous almost-orgasm, it doesn’t take long for the heat in her core to rebuild. Her back arches, legs clamping around his head as he holds her against him. He continues to eat her out as her moans grow higher and higher in pitch, until she gives out one last cry.

“Sir!” She screams, her back arching painfully as Henry makes her cum. He holds her hips against his face as she writhes in his grasp, her body trying and failing to pull away from the stimulation. She squirms for a bit longer before he finally pulls away, wiping her juices off his face with his hand.

“Goddamn sweetheart, I would eat you out all day if I could.” Henry whispers, crawling his way up the bed and hovering over Molly. “And you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He ducks his head down to start suckling at her neck, slowly working his way to her collarbone and breasts. “You’d like me sitting here all day, torturing you with pleasure, wouldn’t you?” He takes her breathy moan as a yes and he chuckles, pressing a kiss behind her ear before making his way back to her chest, littering her breasts and collarbone with hickeys and lovebites.

“Please sir. I want you to fuck me. Please.” She begs, arching her back into his touch before he pulls away.

“Always such a slut, aren’t you, darling?” His eyes silently communicate something sadistic and she nods, too hazed by orgasm to respond. Henry runs a hand along her jaw before grabbing her chin, jolting her head up to look at him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, sir.” He smiles before grabbing her legs, resting them on his shoulder before lining himself up. Slowly pushing in, he breathes out a quiet “fuck” when he bottoms out, a keening moan releasing from Molly’s lips. “Please.”

“God, you’re so good to me, dollface.” He mumbles, pushing her thighs against her stomach as he starts to rut into her. Starting off with a rough pace, it’s not long before both of their moans fill the room. As he keeps one hand on her thighs, Henry slides the other one to her throat, pressing lightly on the sides to make her dizzy, not unable to breathe. The action makes Molly keen, the mix of his rough pace and the dizzying hold he has on her throat pulling her closer to the ledge. Henry begins to push himself faster, occasionally bringing his hand down on her ass and watching how the impact affects her.

“FUCK! Please, sir. Fill me up with your cum, please, I want it so bad.”

“Do you?” Molly nods in response and Henry lets out a low chuckle, still pushing into her as his eyes gleam at her. “Of course you do. You’re just my little cumslut, aren’t you? Huh, darling?”

“Yes, I’m just your little cumslut.” She responds, his words affected her in ways unimagined before she met him.

“Then take it.” He whispers, leaning down to scrape his teeth against her collarbone as he somehow starts thrusting harder, Molly’s moans rising impossibly higher in pitch. A few more thrusts and she’s done for, cumming hard and squeezing Henry’s cock. It’s not much longer until he’s done as well, the combination of her breathy moans and vice-like cunt not helping him to last. His hips stutter and he releases a string of curses, stopping the thrusts of his hips and holding on to Molly’s thighs as he cums. Her soft pants fill the room and he pulls away, a small whimper leaving her lips. He does the last thing she would have expected, and he starts laughing.

“What seems so funny?” Molly asks, her voice slightly hoarse from screaming.

“I have no idea what I did to deserve you.” He whispers, pressing a small kiss to her lips before walking to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wiping both his cock and her pussy off carefully. She lays there quietly as he does so, only reacting to anything when he comes back and slips under the covers next to her, now clad in his favorite gray boxers.

“I feel the same way.” Molly responds. Henry lets out a scoff as he wraps his arm around her, pulling her into his chest.

“How could you ever feel that you are undeserving, darling? You’re practically perfect.”

“That’s debatable.” He sits up on his elbow, staring down at her before frowning.

“Nope, I won’t allow it.” Henry stands up, confusing Molly for a moment before he turns around, poking her side.

“Wha- no. NO!” She protests, barely given any warning before he begins to tickle her, a normal occasion when she begins to self-deprecate. “STOP!”

“Not until you say you love yourself.”

“NO!”

“SAY IT!” Her insides are practically screaming at her, so she admits defeat, yelling “FINE! ALRIGHT! I LOVE MYSELF!” Henry stops, once again straddling her and he smiles, flopping down to lay next to her.

“That’s more like it.”

The two of them lay there, basking in the “after-sex” glow, when they hear four paws scratching at the door.

“Oh dear god.” Molly laughs, “We left the dogs outside our room.”

“Well I don’t think they would have wanted to see what happened inside.” Henry mutters, slowly pulling back the covers. Molly whacks him on the shoulder and laughs.

“Shut up and let the clingy beings in.”

“Yes, darling.”

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